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* Keep Denver *
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"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
- A.L. I. 40.

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DISCLAIMER

This story contains explicit description of sexual activities involving underage persons. If you are under the proper age (usually 18 or 21), or your religion, beliefs, morality forbid you to read such - delete this file now. Otherwise, have fun.

None of the events described herein really happened. I would never encourage anyone to commit such acts. The same is true for drinking alcohol and using illicit substances as some of my heroes do. Treat this story as pure fiction for fun. Don't get inspired!

Foreword

This story takes an awful long to wind up, I know. It is intended for all those of you who like the tension to build up. If you're looking for a raging gang-bang from the first to the last line - you'll be disappointed most probably. But the sex is there in the story and I believe it's worth reading everything before getting to the very act.
I finally corrected and edited the text and also added a few new paragraphs to this version. Hope you'll like it.

Greetz,

Keep Denver


Story codes: Mg, exhib, oral, 1st, mild panty fetish, mild ws, slow

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Taking care of little Dot

v. 1.1 - corrected and expanded

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- What you're doing? - I heard a quiet voice behind my back. Damn, I thought, one of those little brats got here again. Countless times I have told them they mustn't come down, to the cellar, but he kids didn't seem to really care about my words. After all, I was just a caretaker. Nobody important.

I turned around to see a girl of about 12. At least that's what she looked like. She had ginger, shoulder-length hair tied in a pony tail and huge green eyes. She wore a plain cotton blouse with long sleeves; worn out jeans, with a big patch on one of the knees; and a pair of mud caked trainers.

- Say, didn't I tell you kids not to come here? You're not allowed to be here; you get it? What are you looking for? - I took on a stern tone, hoping she'll go away, afraid of me. I didn't really like kids. I perceived them as some kind of vermin rather than humans. And I had reasons to think so.

Have you ever tried being a caretaker in an orphanage? Those little brats can ruin everything. As if they had a magical power - they touch anything, snap, it's broken already. Anything really. The plumbing, the wiring, steel fences, stone window sills - nothing is safe, nothing really. After five years of that, I should've gotten used to them, but I didn't.

- I asked you a question! - she replied - It's rude not to answer one's question!

A cheeky little witch, I thought.

- Okay, I'll tell you, but first you answer my question, right? - I suggested.

I had a second look. A pretty little girl, in fact, she only needed some attention. Washing, clothes... Being taken care of a little, so that she didn't look like a stray.

- Deal - she smiled, beaming - I came here, hiding from the other girls. I don't feel like playing with them, they're stupid - she pronounced the last word like "stoopid", which made it sound funny somehow.
- Okay. And I... I'm trying to repair the plumbing.
- You mean in the ground floor john that got blocked and shit came out on the floor? - she asked. Well, she wasn't choosy about the words she used.
- Yes, the very one that got blocked. That you kids blocked.
- I know who did it - she gave me a sly look - That stupid Jane threw her used cunt rug in there, that's why the shit wouldn't go down.

Geez, I thought, this kid talked like I did myself, a couple years ago, in the military. But soldiers are a specific group, and where do little girls learn such a language? From their fellows, I supposed. An orphanage is not a very good place for kids, after all. That was one thing I could say from my experience.

- Say... - I started, but suddenly found myself dumbstruck. Somehow the thing I wanted to say escaped my mind. Her huge, green eyes glinted in a special way.
- Can I stay here, with you? - she gave me a pleading look - I don't wanna go back to play with those bitches up there...

That wasn't something I'd fancy, really. I didn't like kids, especially those ones that disturbed my work.

- I promise I'll just sit there quietly and not mess around - she seemed to have read my mind.
- All right... - I said, after a longer pause - If you so wish... But you better behave yourself!
- Sure! - she grinned eagerly and happily. She found a chair that had three legs only, propped it against the wall and took a sit.

- Oh, by the way - she added - They call me Dot.
- Great... - I grumbled underneath my breath - I'm James - I said louder, already turned with my back toward her. I tried to pull a steel spring up the blocked pipe, trying to bore through the blockage. It didn't seem to do the trick. Stinking, sticky mud dripped from the open pipe, dribbling down my hands and arms. It stunk like hell, living shit, rotting in there. I swore quietly and pushed the spring inside. It went in only a few centimeters and got stuck again. Damned be that!

Wondering, I stopped for a moment and retrieved a box of cigarettes. I lit one, trying not to wet it with the liquid shit.

- Can I have one? - I heard a voice behind my back. The girl, what was her name? I've totally forgotten about her.
- What? - I turned around, surprised.
- I asked you to give me a fag - she said. Whatever, I though and tossed the fag box and the lighter at her. She took one with her lips and pulled it out of the box, then lit and a quick, trained movement.
- Aren't you too young to smoke? - I asked, looking curiously as she inhaled deeply and blew a perfect circle of smoke in the air.
- Come on, I'll be hitting 12 next month.
- Oh yeah - I mocked excitement - You're almost adult then, aren't you?

She didn't comment on that; she went on smoking. For a moment we looked at each other in silence.

- Say, you've been here a couple years already, haven't you? - she asked.
- Yep. So have you, I suppose?
- Sure... I've been here since ever I remember. And I hated being here since ever I remember.
- I see...
- I doubt it. You're not a fucking orphan, are you?
- Well, no... I'm not... - I said. I saw no reason to introduce her to the history of my life. Hers was worse anyway, probably.

We remained quiet. She finished her cigarette and butted it on the dirt floor of the cellar. So did I and returned to cleaning the blocked pipe. I pushed the spring and in one quick moment it went deeply in and in exchange a waterfall of liquidized stinking ooze came down, sprinkling all over my chest and shoulders. I swore loudly.

- Hell be damned - I tried to shake the slime off.

I looked on the floor. In a pool of shit there lay a used sanitary pad. Well, the little brat was right - that was the reason of the blockage. I looked up. There she sat, under the wall, all quiet, casting a glance at my miserable figure.

- I think you'll need a shower - she said finally.
- So do I - I nodded - I think I'll finish it and get going - I started to screw the dismounted piece of plumbing back to its place. Then I put my tools back to the toolbox.

The girl stood up, adjusted her pony tail a little and looked at me.

- Well, I think I'll get going, too. You don't look like you let me go with you anyway... - she turned around and left before I could say anything. I only caught a glimpse of her back. Her jeans were torn across and I could see about one third of her naked buttock and a piece of cotton panties that most probably used to be white once upon a time. She climbed the stairs up to the ground level and disappeared.

I collected all my stuff and left it in the workshop. Workshop! A great name for a wooden shed that it really was. I changed my clothes and took them with me to wash at home.

I lived in a small flat, a couple blocks from the orphanage. I got there on foot in no time. Once home, I dropped my stuff into the washing machine and took a shower, to wash the stinking ooze off. Even after that I could still smell a faint odor of shit. Damned be that, sometimes I really hated the job I had.

I ate a sandwich, retrieved a beer can from the refrigerator and kicked back on the couch to watch some movies a friend of mine brought me the day before. I browsed the DVD's. A couple science-fiction epics, a thriller and a blue movie. Well, I decided, let's have some fun!

I threw the porn into the player. It wasn't anything really special, just enough to be a little help while jerking off. I played with myself quite regularly, especially being a single. Damn, haven't had a girl in a long time, I thought, beating my meat off. I looked at the girl on the screen. She was turned with her back to the camera so that her big ass was visible. I glanced and remembered the dirty panty-clad buttock of Dot. I came in an instant; the cum splashed forward, arching high in the air and landed on the floor.

I closed my eyes. What the hell was that? I came at the though of a kid. A mental image of a little girl was apparently more erotic than a hot porn movie... I felt strange. Never suspected myself of such traits.

The next afternoon I was fixing a bench in the park, which was in the back of the orphanage building. The park was quite vast and it was deserted at that time of day - the brats where at school. Somebody broke the thick, wooden seat of the bench. Damned pests, I thought, screwing the new board into the place. Who would want to break a bench? I wondered.

- Hi there - I heard a girl's voice behind my back - You mind if I hang around in here for a while?

I turned around to see Dot standing on the gravel path. She looked at me with those huge, green eyes of hers.

- Go ahead - I said. I felt strange, thinking about how my body reacted the previous evening. I looked at her - she wore the same jeans with a patch on her knee. I didn't see if those were still torn on her butt or was it mended maybe. Why at all was I thinking about it? I turned and returned to my work. She didn't say anything more, I just heard a rustle of the gravel.

When I turned around having repaired the bench, she just sat there cross-legged on the lawn, staring blankly into the space.

- How's life? - I asked her.
- Goes somehow. Thanks. Yours? - she replied, not even bothering looking at me.
- Well, as usual - I replied, pulling a cigarette from the box. I tossed the rest toward her. She caught it in midair, took one and threw the rest back at me. We smoked for some time, not saying a word. Surely Dot was a strange kid. Maybe that's why I accepted her, being strange myself.

- I better get going - she said, having finished her fag - It's getting late and someone will be angry again, I suppose.

Having said so she got up and slowly strolled toward the building. I looked at her back as she went away from me. Yes, her jeans were still torn. Yes, her butt and panties were still visible. Yes, I got hard unexpectedly.

From that day on we started to meet almost every day. At first accidentally, then we apparently searched for each other. Dot always seemed to know where to find me. We spoke very little. Usually I did what I had to do and she just sat there silently, watching me or staring at something far away, as if she meditated. I grew to like little Dot in a way. Or maybe I should say I got used to her presence around me and if she didn't turn up for a couple days I was getting curious about what was happening to her.

The other day I was on the roof, trying to fix the lightning-rod. We had a few days of strong winds and it fell apart, the wire torn off the roof. The building was old and it started to wear out. Due to that I had to learn to fix almost everything there could ever exist to be fixed.

Dot turned up all of a sudden, just as she always did. I heard her voice behind my back and, caught unexpected, started to my feet. Luckily, I didn't fell of the roof.

- Hell be damned, girl! - I said reproachfully - You really give me creeps sometimes! Don't pop up like a Jack out of the box.

I looked at her. She wore a washed-out halter top that clung tightly to her young body, apparently a few sizes too small. Her chest swelled under the thin, almost translucent fabrics and I could make out tiny darker circles of her nipples. Those stood out a little, poking forward. Except that, she only wore jeans. She was barefoot.
- Sorry - she mumbled - Didn't mean to scare you. Does it make any difference if I caught some suntan here with you? - she wanted to know. I nodded my head, not even bothering asking how the hell and why did she get all the way up to the roof.

I concentrated on trying to screw the torn-off conductor wire back to place, making the lightning-rod useful again.

- Do you think I have sexy legs? - I heard her question behind my back. I turned around slowly.
- Well, aren't you a bit too much a kid to be sexy? - I said and glanced at her. She sat there, her back leaned against the brick chimney. She removed her jeans and wore only the halter top and worn out, grayish cotton panties that used to be white I supposed. She outstretched her long, slim legs of a young girl. Pretty shapely, I had to admit.
- Hot damn, you really suck big time sometimes - she exclaimed, enraged with my remark. She got up, grabbed her trousers and left toward the ladder, rocking her butt in a provocative, vengeful way. I sighed. She had a really nice butt for a 12-year-old.
- Sorry! - I yelled. She slowed down, but didn't stop.
- Yes? - she asked - What about?
- About my stupid remark - I got to my feet. She stopped, but didn't turn back to look at me.
- Listen, Dot, I regret it. I'm sorry I hurt you. Didn't mean that, really - I continued. She remained silent.
- And yes, I think you have sexy legs... - I admitted reluctantly. She turned back slowly.
- You're forgiven - she smiled shyly and returned to her place by the chimney. I returned to my repair.

Next time we met it was Friday morning and I was at the so-called workshop. A proud name for a wooden shed I used to keep my tools in. It was located at the back of the park, some way from the main building. The kids never came there, knowing I would go berserk if I saw any of them hanging around. The door creaked and opened.

- May I come in? - I heard a voice. I knew it was she. Well, I didn't mind that.
- Sure - I said. I didn't turn around, expecting her to act the usual way - come in, sit down and just remain silent as always. She surprised me.

- What're you doing over the weekend? - she asked, coming closer and glancing at me curiously.
- Why? - I inquired, looking at her.
- Just asking...- she kicked at a splinter of wood casually, pretending to be bored.
- Nothing much. I'll stay at home. Or maybe I'll go to see a movie.
- Oh... - she sounded a bit sad. As if she envied me.
- Look, what's the matter with you all of a sudden? - I looked down at her.
- Forget it... I just wondered.
- If you say so... - I shrugged and took on my task. She took her usual place, sitting on the dirt floor under the wall. We didn't speak to each other for about half an hour.

- Say, James... - she said suddenly.
- What? - I turned to face her.
- I'd like to go and see a movie too... - she said in a really sad voice. Something was wrong with her that morning.
- So? Just do it...
- Quit kidding - she shrugged her shoulders - How do you imagine I can do that?

I didn't get it. And then I realized the kids weren't allowed to leave the orphanage on their own. Not at that age. And I didn't suppose anyone was going to take her out to the city.

- I'm sorry... - I told her. She nodded, still sad.
- Isn't there anybody you could go with?
- Not really - she said - I'm not in good terms with anyone recently. Well, except you maybe.
- Too bad... - I replied and tossed her the cigarettes. Then I returned to my tools. I had to oil them, sharpen the saw, clean the drilling machine, make some general order. And then I thought of something really wild.

- Say... You need an adult guardian to take care of you, so that you can go out, don't you?
- Well, yes. But that needs to be someone the director knows. And the people that come here are mostly interested in little kids. Nobody wants such an old bitch like me.
- Come on! Don't call yourself that!
- Let's make it a witch then - she pulled a face - I'm of no particular interest for anyone in the world.
- I have a proposal for you... - I said, hesitating. She started in surprise, looking intently at me.
- What kind of? - she wanted to know.
- Let's say you help me with cleaning the workshop here and I go to the director and ask that old hag if I can take you out for the weekend. How about it?
- Damn! You think that'll work out? - Dot jumped to her feet upon hearing my words, bu she wasn't sure it can be done that way.
- Oh, she knows me well. And if you're really such a witch, I'm sure she'll be glad to get rid of you for a couple days.

She was more than eager to help me. That day, for the very first time we really spent our time together. We talked and talked and talked. We laughed and we swapped stories of all kinds. She told me jokes and made up silly fairy tales to tell me. For the very first time I've seen her so lively and so happy. When the afternoon came, I changed my clothes and looked seriously at her.

- So, let's give it a try, shall we?
- I better wait here - she said - I don't think the director needs to see me... - she must've done something naughty recently, I judged from the way she fidgeted and fiddled, avoiding my look.
- All right - I said and left. I headed straight to the office. The director was there, a dried-up old turd, always somewhat bitter; God only knows why.

- Afternoon, Miss Thompson - I bowed my head slightly.
- Oh, that's you... - she said - Good afternoon. Do you need anything? Any tools, materials? Anything serious is broken? More money needed?
- No, nothing of that kind - I replied quickly. She disliked it when I came to her asking for stuff like such.
- It's something different this time - I added, for some unrecognized reason feeling like a schoolboy, scolded by a severe teacher, when she looked at me like that, over her wire-rimmed glasses.
- What would that be then? - she demanded.
- It's about one of the kids...
- Those little brats always do something! - she looked at the ceiling, as if expecting the God to suddenly take her to heaven mercifully or at least stomp on all the kids and crush them into a bloody mass.
- No, no! - I said quickly - It's something else. I wanted to take one of them out for the weekend.

She moved her wire-rimmed glasses to the very tip of her nose and looked at me dubiously.

- Could you please say that again?
- I want to take one of them out, for the weekend - I repeated slowly.
- I never thought you liked kids. It always appeared to me you dislike them rather.
- Well... - I stuttered.
- Whatever. I can't imagine your motives, but they aren't evil rather - she decided - Which one is that?

Damn! I didn't even know her second name, I realized suddenly.

- She's called Dot. That's the redhead.
- Oh, right... The flaming devil... Little Susan Dawson. You couldn't have chosen worse - she looked at me suspiciously - Did she bribe you somehow or is it some strange bet or are you playing tricks on me?
- No... I just thought it would be nice if somebody took that poor child out sometimes.
- Poor child! My foot! - she snorted - You surprised me. After five years you suddenly felt compassion and look for whom? But, let it be. You can take her out. Just be sure to return her in good shape. And better have an eye on her so that she doesn't escape you immediately you're both beyond the gate.

Having said that she retrieved a small green form from her drawer and scribbled something on it.

- Here, that's her pass. Better watch her carefully or she is going to escape.
- Don't you worry, Miss - I said. I greeted her goodbye and left with the pass the director gave me, before she could change her mind.

I was strangely excited and I didn't really know why. Or maybe I knew. I was going to take care of a young teenage girl. Preteen, in fact. Something I've never done before. And I wasn't sure I can handle the situation correctly. To be honest, I was an outsider and a loner and hardly ever met people at all. One or two buddies, that was all. Women were something I watched rather that talked to. And girls, well, completely no experience on my side.

When I turned up back at the toolshed she was sitting there, pretending she didn't really care, but I could see she's all nervous.

- You're back quickly - she noticed, pouting her lips. She suspected it didn't work out. I didn't let her know anything.
- Well, the director was quite surprised in fact. And she doesn't seem to love you.
- Damn, I knew it... - she got up slowly, evidently intending to leave.
- ... but anyway she gave me a pass for you. Till Sunday evening - I produced the small, green card from my pocket.
- Yaay! - Dot shrieked and jumped up, fastening her arms around my neck. I grabbed her with my arm and we spun around, both of us laughing.

- Let's go at once - she demanded, once back on the ground - Before the bitch changes her mind.
- Shouldn't you take any personal things with you?
- What kind of? - she was a bit surprised.
- I don't know. Like, say, clothes, or your toothbrush...
- Oh, that... Well, there's not much of it, but OK. Meet me at the main entrance in five minutes - she snapped and ran out, speeding toward the main building.

I slowly walked toward the main entrance and before I made it there, she was already out, waiting for me impatiently, with a little backpack hanging from her shoulder. She was all happy and beaming smiles. Never before during the previous few weeks have I seen her so joyful and glad.

- Ready, little friend? - I asked. She nodded her head eagerly and we walked toward the main gate. The whole orphanage was surrounded with a tall wall, almost like some kind of a prison or a reformatory. No wonder the kids felt imprisoned in there.

There was a guardian at the gate. He nodded his head upon seeing me, but ordered us to stop when he noticed Dot coming with me.

- You have a pass for her? - he inquired. I gave him the little, green card I received from the director. He inspected it briefly and handed it back to me.
- So, have a good time - he looked at me, mild expression of surprise on his face. He knew I didn't like the kids. At least that's what it used to be like. And in fact I only liked Dot; not a single other kid.

We passed the gate. Once on the street, Dot looked around, grinning wildly.

- Hot damn! - she whispered - Haven't been here since ever... - she watched everything in awe. No wonder - the orphanage was a closed place, with it's own school, and the kids hardly ever left it. It really was more like a prison, it seemed. Strange I haven't thought about it before; and I have worked in the place for five years now...

- Where do we go first? - she asked - Oh, whatever. Anywhere is fine for me, anyway! - she added quickly.
- I think... I think we can get some ice-cream - I glanced at her - It's a nice, hot day and we can enjoy some fun. And after all, it's the weekend, isn't it?

She was really excited and ready to accept any idea I had. We stopped at a street stand and bought some ice-cream. Never before have I seen a kid so happy. Everything was so great for Dot. As if she was introduced to some kind of Wonderland; as if she was a modern day Alice, completely awestruck by the world that surrounded us. We sat on a bench by the street.

- Where do you want to go today? - I asked.
- No idea - she said, licking her ice-cream cone - I don't give a damn as long as it's outside that fuckhouse of an orphanage - she snapped. I pulled a face at the words she used. She wasn't a well-bred young lady, that thing was apparent.
- I suppose we'll drop down to my place first - I said - I live nearby. And then we can maybe go out and see some movies, how about it?
- Would be cool! - she exclaimed - Let's get moving. I want to use as much of my time as possible - she got up from the bench. I got up too and proceeded toward my flat. We walked side by side, little Dot walking beside me. I had my bag hanging on my shoulder and my hand hung freely by my side. Suddenly I felt her small hand slip into mine and she grabbed it strongly. I was mildly surprised, but said nothing. We just walked holding hands and licked away our ice-cream cones in peaceful silence. The sun shone above; it was really hot and sunny. After all, it was the middle of June already. I remembered something all of a sudden.

- Say - I stopped, looking down at her - Weren't you supposed to have birthday sometime soon?
- Yep - she stopped also, looking up at me - As far as I know it's tommorrow. I'll be twelve from then on... - she grinned mischievously.
- No kidding?! - I exclaimed, stopping - Why didn't you tell me before?
- Who cares about that stupid bitch Dot anyway?
- I do! - I assured her turning to face her - I care very much. If I didn't, I wouldn't take you out today.
- I know... - she smiled, looking down at her feet - And it's already going to be the best birthday I ever had in my whole life.
- It's nothing so far - I told her - We'll make it the best birthday anyone ever had, believe me - I threw the paper into a trash can and took on walking. Soon we stood in front of my housing project.

- Is it here? - she asked, looking around with curiosity. I nodded and we went in. The building was nothing fancy. In fact it was a devastated, shabby block of flats - all I could afford, to be honest. We took a clinging, rattling lift to the tenth floor. I opened the door and let her in.

My flat is quite a small one - a medium sized room, that served both as a living room and a bedroom. My TV set stood in there, together with my narrow mattress, put under the opposite wall. A low table and a wardrobe closed the list of furniture. I also had a tiny kitchenette without a window and a bathroom. The bathroom was my pride. It had a full-sized bathtub instead of the usual shower. And there was a narrow window, letting in some sunlight. Not much though - it opened into the back yard, surrounded by tall housing projects, all of them like mine - twelve-storey buildings that formed a dark, dull well around the yard. Kids' voices echoed between the brick walls.

She stood in the main room, her mouth gaping open, apparently awestruck.

- It's all yours? I mean, you live here all alone? - she managed to ask finally.
- Yes, why? It's nothing special. A small, worn-out flat.
- Small? Worn-out? Have you tried living in a room like that with ten other kids? Have you used a common toilet and shower for all your life? - she babbled, spinning around, letting the images sink into her eyes. She spread her arms - It's the coolest place I've been to, as a place to live, I mean - she grinned at me.
- Glad to hear it...
- Hot damn! Can I take a bath?
- Sure... But maybe later, in the evening, how about it? - I laughed - When we come back from the city.
- Yep, right... I think you're right - she beamed a smile. Again: I never suspected that kid could be so joyful.

We left our stuff - there wasn't much of it, she only had that small backpack and I had my bag - and we left. In the lift we decided to go to the cinema first. I had some spare money, intending to spend it on some leisure activities. I took all of this. She needed her birthday present more than I needed anything, I decided.

We went out to the street. The sunlight patches lay on the pavement. There was little traffic - most people left the city for the weekend, heading to their summer houses in the countryside. I didn't have any. And anyway, I had no car. We rode couple stops by bus, then we went down to the tube station and took a train downtown. When we emerged on the surface again she looked around, her cheeks flushed. I thought her head is going to tear loose off her body, she turned it around so furiously. And all the time she didn't seem to be able to stop babbling. She talked and talked and talked without an end. She asked me thousands of questions about everything we saw, every place we passed, every single thing.

It felt strange to walk like this with a little girl, clutching my hand strongly. A small, talkative redhead that somehow found her way through my emotional barriers. And all that in only a month!

- So... - she stopped talking for a moment - Here maybe? - she looked up at me. We were in front of a multiplex cinema.
- Sure. Good choice, they have the best sound in town - I grinned. We walked in, into the vast, spacious entrance hall. All over the walls, huge posters were hanging. Cardboard figures of movie heroes twice the natural size stood scattered here and there. People milled around the ticket booth and studying the movie timetable. They played more than twenty titles at that moment. It was a big complex after all.

I glanced at Dot. She seemed not to believe her eyes. She stared at all the people rushing around, at all the jazz going on around her.

- Choose some movie - I bent down and whispered in her ear. She started in surprise upon hearing my voice. She turned to face me.
- But which one? - she asked - There are so many of them! - she spread her arms helplessly.
- Whichever you want - I wrapped my arm around her back and pointed my finger to the timetable. She gasped.

It took her couple minutes to decide finally. I bought the tickets and additionally we got an XXL size popcorn, big coke, sugar candy... She was all joy.

We found our places quickly and soon the light went off. I glanced at her from time to time, her face shown in the flashes of the screen. She returned the look once or twice and then extended her hand over the armrest, grabbing mine. She beamed a smile and looked back at the display.

We left the cinema two hours later, she still clung to my hand tightly.

- Where to now? - she demanded.
- Oh, I guess we'll go and get something to eat. I know some nice pizza joint around here, want to try it?

Of course she wanted and soon we sat at the restaurant table, two steaming pizzas in front of us. She ate hungrily, fast, as if afraid all that was happening was some kind of a dream that will soon fade and diminish.

- There's no need to hurry - I said, seeing her devouring a piece of pepperoni. She swallowed and looked at me.
- I think you're right. But I still can't believe I'm here with you, not back in the shit, watching TV in the common room. I'm so glad! Say, what we do after that, huh? - she sipped some cola from her paper mug.
- Well, I guess we'll just go to my place and watch another movie, how bout it? It's getting late already.
- Oh... All right - I suppose she was a little bit disappointed after all. But she didn't say a word, even if that was true. Not hurrying, we finished our pizzas, drunk up the colas and left the joint.

The lights were on, the warm, summer night coming. The sky was dim, dusk came to the city, darkening the narrow side streets and slums we passed as we walked from the bus stop to my housing project. The neighborhood wasn't the most exclusive. But it was no bad as well. We stopped on the pavement to watch a soccer game, played by a group of teenagers on an empty square of lawn squeezed between the tall buildings. We sat on the edge of the grass and smoked, eyeing the players. Dot jumped up to cheer one of the teams from time to time. She even made up some silly rhyme, shouting it out loud, that some of the other spectators started to chant with her. Many other people hung around - older and younger siblings, friends, some parents I suppose and more passers-by like us. The night came down on us and the stars shone above us. Warm, thick June air stirred over the concrete streets; kids' voices echoed between the housing projects.

Something was happening on the field. People moved forward, obstructing our view. We both got up. There was a serious struggle at the far end - the goal keeper desperately tried to prepare for he upcoming adversary.

- Help me up! - Dot demanded - I can't see a thing 'cause of the crowd.

Half consciously I put my hands under her armpits. My thumbs lay on her shoulder blades. I lifted her up, in the air, over my head. To get a better grip and to balance her weight I pressed my outstretched fingers against her chest.

It wasn't before a few seconds that I realized what was I doing. My fingers touched something soft, something fleshy. Two tiny, fat mounds on her chest that I didn't expect. A shiver went through my whole body. Anxiously, I pressed my hands tighter to her emerging chest. Dot didn't even seem to notice anything. Or if she did, she didn't give a damn about it, most probably not perceiving it the way I did.

Those small, fleshy hills were tiny indeed, but real soft and nice to touch. I could feel her half-rigid nipples through the washed-out fabrics of her cotton blouse. They must've been poking through quite much and I haven't even noticed that before.

Gosh, what am I thinking about, I told myself in my dazed mind. Something strange was happening to me. I remembered the time couple weeks ago when I came at the thought of her half-bare butt. And now this thing here...

- Too bad - Dot said abruptly - He fucked it. Put me down - she demanded. I did as she asked.
- Okay, let's get moving - she suggested - There won't be any more play worth seeing anyway, I suppose.
- Well, if you wish - I smiled and unconsciously took her hand - Let's go, it's getting late.

We got to my flat in a few minutes. I kicked my shoes off and went to the bathroom to take a leak, just as I always did. And not even realizing it, I left the door open. Just as I always did. When you live all alone, you don't bother with closing the bathroom door. I started to piss and a few seconds later Dot speared in, gave me a brief look and spoke.

- I feel like eating something.

I was so surprised I pissed on my leg before I managed to stop. I cursed and turned to face her, trying to tug the one-eyed snake back into my trousers. She burst into laughter upon seeing what happened.

- I'd appreciate if you knocked! - I said angrily.
- The door was open - she snapped back - And remember to put the seat down when you're finished - she said and left the bathroom. I sighed and closed the door, locking it. Only then I finished. My anger vanished. She was right, my mistake. And anyway - I couldn't be angry at her, she was so sweet.

She sat in the room, watching TV and eating some chips she must've found in the kitchenette.

- So, you're finished - she said - Then I'll take a bath, OK? Hadn't one in years - she grinned. Then she got up and moved to the bathroom, where she started pouring hot water into the tub. I could hear her rummage around in there; I heard the water splashing when she got in.

Something strange was happening to me. I remembered the sight of her buttock clad with her torn jeans. Then I recalled the soft, fleshy feeling of her budding breasts that I felt earlier that day. I had a hard-on before I could even notice.

Never before in my life have I chased after children. I would despise any kind of pedophile. Right now I acted like one. Worse thing - come to think of it, it felt great.

- James! - I heard Dot's shout all of a sudden - James! Come here!

I started up, afraid something bad happened to her and in a few leaps I reached the bathroom door. I yanked it open and burst in.

She lay in the bathtub, her view slightly obstructed by the steam, rising from the hot water. She was naked, but at that very moment I didn't pay any attention to it.

- What's wrong? - I almost shouted.
- You got any shampoo? - she asked - I couldn't find any.
- Hell be damned, girl! - I exclaimed - I thought something wrong has happened to you!
- Chill out... All's right - she grinned.

I approached the tub and reached to a shelf over it and retrieved an almost empty bottle of shampoo. I looked down, intending to hand it over to her.

The water was clear and I could perfectly see all of her stark naked, young beauty. Her chest swelled nicely, forming two soft, fleshy mounds I had the opportunity to feel already. Her tummy was flat, without any trace of baby fat. Lower, between her legs there was just some pale, soft, fine hair visible. Not enough even to obstruct the view of her pinkish slit and puffy, still childish pussy lips, slightly parted now.

- What're you staring at? - she demanded - Never seen a naked girl?
- Sorry... - I murmured underneath my breath and turned around quickly. I promptly left. I felt like a kid, caught in the act of doing something naughty. Very naughty. And I didn't want her to notice my raging hard-on.

I kicked back on my bed, trying to relax. I had some beer in the refrigerator, so I moved to the kitchen and retrieved a can. Right there and then she rushed into the room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around her hips.

She was bare-chested and her lovely, budding bust was proudly visible. Tiny droplets of water glistened on her pale, flawless skin. In an amazing detail I saw one of those droplets dribble down the gentle slope of her preteen breast and hang there for just a split-second at the poking pink little top of her nipple. For a nick of time it thrived there and then separated and glided toward the floor. She looked up at me. Myself, I froze, open can of beer in my hand, stuck halfway to my mouth. My jaw dropped open. The sight of her emerging femininity right in front of my greedy eyes made me stir with excitement. Her pure, innocent yet erotic composure appealed to my innermost instincts. I gulped and turned around. Another split second was needed for me to jump on her. An overwhelming longing to posses that slim nymph overtook my mind and I had to mobilize all my strength and will to fight it.

- What's the matter with you? - I heard her little girl's voice behind my back.
- Don't you think you should show some modesty and not run around my place half-naked? - I tried to be stern. I tried with all my heart, but it didn't work out. Hormones raged in me still, even though the tidal wave of desire started to diminish. I turned around to face her, hoping I can control myself somehow.
- You got a beer! - she exclaimed, seeing the can in my trembling hand - I want one as well.

Without giving it a thought I got up, moved to the kitchenette, reached to the refrigerator and retrieved a can for her. She opened it expertly and marched to the room, proud and glad, her breasts jutting forward.

- I'd appreciate if you put something on - I said, following her. I'd gladly watch more of her preteen features, but I was afraid to lose my control.
- Got nothing to put on. Threw all my clothes to the washing machine - she said indifferently.
- Haven't you brought some stuff with you? - I remembered she had a backpack with her.
- Oh, that you mean - she took the aforementioned bag and turned it upside down. Only two things fell out of it. A toothbrush and an incredibly old, shabby teddy bear. It was the color of dark mud and sawn in couple places, where it was apparently torn. It might be at least as old as she was.
- Is that all? - I asked, surprised.
- That's all I have - she shrugged - So, what else could I take.
- Duh. We need to get you some clothes - I scratched my head, sipping a beer. My sexual tension subsided already, distracted - But not today, it's too late. So far, wear that - I grabbed and old, stretched XXL size T-shirt from my wardrobe.

- Put it on and please, stop strolling around here with your... breasts all naked - I tossed the T-shirt at Dot. She shrugged again, put down her beer and put the piece of clothing on. It was much too big for her and reached well under her mid thigh - like a very short, summer dress. Before I realized it, she pulled the towel down and dropped it to the floor. A moment later she sat on my bad, her back against the wall, her knees under her chin.

Panty-less, didn't I mention before?

I sighed and dropped by her side.

- So, what's on TV? - she asked - And can you give me a fag?
- Here - I handed the box over to her - I suppose we can see the Alien, if you wish. Ever seen it?
- Which one? - she demanded - There's been four parts.
- The original one.
- Great! Only seen it once. What time is it?

We still had half an hour, so I moved to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. I made toasts and took them back, together with some leftover of peanut butter. We started to devour them. At one moment a big crust fell down from her mouth and down the stretched neck of the oversized T-shirt she wore. Before I even realized it, she yanked the shirt up, completely baring herself from neck down, shoving her hand under, trying to find the crust and sweep it out.

Blessed be textile industry for designing trousers made of so durable materials, otherwise my dick would have torn free from my trousers and kill me with one strong hit on my stupid head. I had a hard-on I've never had before in my whole life.

- Have you no shame? Little girls don't show all they have there to men.
- As if I had that much - she shrugged, pulling the T-shirt down, to cover her childish body - And I don't think it would cure your woody anyway.

I jumped up in the air but said nothing. Pretending all that haven't happened we returned to eating. The commercials finally ended and the movie began.

Personally, I think that Alien is one of the best sci-fi horrors ever made, if not the very best of them. The way the tension is built up always got through to my nerves and every time I see it, it still makes a great impression on me.

As it turned out, not only. Soon as the action started to thicken, I felt Dot's little hand creep under my arm and very soon she leaned against me, hugging me tightly, just a little bit scared. I could feel her shiver and start in sudden freight when something had gone wrong on the screen. Before it was ended she shrieked more than once and practically jumped all over me, like a little scared kitten would do. In the process of it her small, awakening breasts brushed over my skin more than twice. At one moment, hiding her face in my shirt, she practically rode her kiddy little slit of a pussy up and down my outstretched leg, trembling with fear. It was not easy for me to concentrate on the action of the movie, however good it might be.

Finally the pay list came up on screen and she sighed with relief.

- Damn it, girl - I cast a glance at her - If I knew you'd react that way I'd never let you watch it.
- Come on, don't be so stiff - she grinned - That was real fun, though I was real scared couple times - she admitted. I lingered the word "stiff" in my mind. Stiff... I wasn't stiff. But my swollen, throbbing member was the materialization of the very idea of "stiffness". Only for a short time my arousal has fought an uneven battle with my reason. She was still a child and to feel sexually attracted by her was something obscene, something hideous. That's what I tried to tell myself. The fight was uneven though and it was before long that reason gave up and subsided, kicked away to the back of my consciousness.

- Let's get some sleep - I suggested, hoping that will end my torment - We need to get up early tomorrow - I got up and pulled one of the blankets from the bed.
- What're you doing? - she demanded.
- I'll sleep on the floor - I replied - The bed is all yours.
- You must've fallen on your head and gone nuts it you think I'd agree to sleep all alone after seeing all those face-huggers crawling around trying to prey on human! Wherever it is, we sleep together tonight. I refuse to be alone - she stated sharply. How about it? I thought to myself.

We brushed our teeth and she asked me out of the bathroom to take a leak. She had some modesty after all, it turned out. I stood beside the door and I clearly heard the stream of her urine splash against the front wall of the ball, spear for some time and then slowly die away into dribbling until she was finished. I heard a sound of paper being ripped from the roll and a faint rustle of it while she wiped herself. Then she flushed and opened the door, almost killing me with a strong hit on the head.

- Eavesdropping? - she asked. Then she shrugged and marched to the room. I went in and locked the door behind me. I tried to take a leak, but it wasn't possible. I could just as well try to take a leak off an iron rod. Or a hammer handle. There was no use - the one-eyed snake was pointing into the sky, straining to be even harder, if that was at all possible. Which I doubted.

I readjusted my boxer shorts and my T-shirt in the faint hope to hide my current state. Wasn't successful though. I returned to the room and turned off the light, hoping she won't see more of me than I wanted. Darkness fell over the room.

I climbed to bed, trying not to trod on little Dot. I hoped she would locate herself in the back, by the wall, but she chose the spoon option. The girl curled in embryo position in front of me, her little body pressed against mine tightly. There was no way she could not have felt my cock, but she didn't comment on that. Soon I heard her steady, slow breath. The child was asleep. It took me some more time to manage the same.

I woke up early in the morning, used to it. My internal clock clicked and I rose. Well, I wanted to rise just as I always did, but there was and obstacle. Dot slept sound, tightly pressing her preteen body against mine. During the night my dick erected again and it freed itself from my boxer short, poking out trough the front opening. Probably due to the girls stirring in her sleep, it went between her thighs and now it was tightly squeezed there, half-erect, gently brushing against her velvety, soft cunny lips. It took a fraction of second between the realization of this fact and the moment my cock sprung into full stiffness and length.

Let me put it straight - I'm not an owner of a short tiny dickie... It may not be the size of anaconda, but it's not small. And that time it went over the edge; it became thicker and longer and harder and stiffer that ever before in my whole life. What was that with sweet little Dot that made me react this way?

I moved slowly, trying to free myself from the clasped trap of her thighs. My dickhead brushed against her pussy lips strongly and I could feel those fleshy petals part ever so slightly, letting way. I froze. The very tip of my dick touched her innermost part, the hot, humid inside of her slit. Inching my way I managed to pull it out from between her young, slender legs.

I got up, holding my breath not to wake her, but she seemed to sleep tight, really. I tiptoed to the bathroom, where I locked the door behind myself ever so quietly. I looked down at my dick - some moisture glistened on it and it wasn't mine. It must've been the little girl's love juice.

I looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror over the washbasin. Here I was... A young man, quite a handsome one, healthy, until only recently sane... And now I stood there and my dick swayed in front of me. For a child. For a little, sweet girl I made friends with. She wasn't even a woman, duh, she wasn't really a girl yet, she was a child only. I sighed and closed my eyes.

Slowly, recalling all the bits and pieces, all tiny details, trifles of events from the previous day, I started to stroke my dick. I reached into the past with my thought. I remembered the first time I saw her half-naked buttock through the tear in her jeans. The moment I got a panty-shot on the roof, where I also noticed for the first time she had some breasts growing. The overwhelming sensation of those soft, fleshy mounds under my hands when I lifted her in the air. The image of her, stark naked, her body filtered through water in the tub. The view of her pinkish slit I caught a glimpse of while she sat on my bed. And the strange, tickling sensation deep in my guts when I heard to her pee through the door last evening.

It was one more stroke and I shot my load. It glided through the morning air and splattered on the mirror, on the wall tiles, all over the bar of soap, on the tap, everywhere. I spurted and spurted and spurted... Endlessly, it seemed.

I was completely spent when it was over. I made quite a mess. Lighting a cigarette I tried to wipe my thick, white cum. The I pulled on trousers and left, trying to be as quiet as possible and not wake her up.

It was the day of her birthday and I wanted to get some decent present for her. Easy to say, I had no idea what to buy. I've never tried buying anything for a 12-year-old and finally, after wandering at the local 24h outlet I just got some bread and other edible goods and decided I'll take the easy way and just take her out for a shopping spree. I judged she needed at least some new clothes and other stuff and by the way we could pick something nice to her liking.

I returned to my flat. I closed the door quietly, not sure if she was sleeping still. I took of my shoes, dropped the goods in the kitchenette and tiptoed to the room. I looked and froze.

She was lying there, on my bed. Her eyes were closed, a lovely smile on her face, the expression of total relaxation and peace. She wasn't asleep though. She threw the covers away and just lay there; the T-shirt was wrapped up high, over her neck and all her body was naked. Shining patches of sunlight danced over her young body, cast on her fair, soft, velvety, flawless skin. I could clearly see her young breasts in all their preteen glory.

I moved my eyes lower - between her slender, shapely hips. Her legs were drawn up, knees in the air. Her hand rested there peacefully, her fingers buried between her pale thighs, apparently probing inside her pussy lips. That child played with herself evidently. I gasped.

- How long have you been watching me? - she demanded in a stern voice, not opening her eyes - I suppose not very long?
- No... - I stammered - Not very... In fact I just entered - I was speechless with shock.
- All right - she opened her eyes and stared at me intently. At the same time, she pulled the T-shirt down and tugged it around her hips, covering all of her body.
- Next time just tell me if you want to have a look at my body - she grinned - I have nothing to be ashamed of.

I turned around and left for the kitchen, saying nothing. I was dumbstruck. I put on the water for tea and started to slice the bread. She joined me a few minutes later. She still had my stretched T-shirt on, but I noticed she put her panties on as well. I sighed. Partly with relief.

She didn't comment on me catching her red-handed masturbating. She didn't give a damn, it seemed. Well, I did, but said nothing as well. Instead, I turned around, leaned toward her and hugged her tightly.

- Happy Birthday, Dot! You're twelve today! - I said.
- Hot damn! - she exclaimed - You're right, I've totally forgotten! - she wrapped her arms around my neck and I lifter her weight in the air. She moved up along and wrapped her legs around my hips. Slowly, we spun.

- What do you want to do today, little princess? - I asked - I suggest some shopping, first of all.
- Would be great, but I'm flat broke - she replied.
- I pay for anything you might need or want - was my instant reply. She grinned.
- I think we should get you some clothes - I added. She was completely for it.

In no time at all we ate the breakfast and left. Again we made it by tube to the downtown area and entered a huge shopping center. We navigated toward fashion outlets. Dot held my hand and I had to stop every once in a while when she stopped in front of some shop to gaze a moment at the windows. She was amazed. We entered one of the small boutiques with clothes for girls. It seemed she was in heaven.

We started rummaging through the piles of things, choosing trousers, blouses, shirts... We were picky - that was too important a task to take it light-heartedly. It was still early in the morning and there were very few other customers, so we had the two shop attendants running around with us, asking for advice once in a while.

Finally Dot went to the changing room with a pile of clothing items and started to try all that on. She would rush out to show herself, then, as soon as I could catch a glimpse of her she would rush back to change again. Couple times she showed up without trousers, wearing her usual gray cotton panties and I thought about the need for a new pair. Couple of them in fact.

I called over for the attendant and asked her for help.

- You see, we need some nice panties for this lady here - I remarked, trying to make it casual. She nodded.
- Do you know her size? - she asked.
- Err... - I stuttered - Not really... Better ask her... - I pointed at Dot, who rushed out of the dressing room, wearing a long, light summer dress.

- Just look at me - she exclaimed, excited - I look like a princess, don't I? - she spun around and the thin fabrics of the dress swirled around her young, slim body. She looked like a princess, indeed.
- What are your measurements, my friend? - the attendant crouched in font of Dot.
- Say what? - she was at least surprised.
- Your... - the attendant looked desperately at me. My mind raced.
- Brother... - I prompted. That was close. I wasn't old enough to be her father, being only in my mid twenties.
- Your brother said you need new lingerie... - the shop attendant said. Dot's eyes grew wide.
- Cool - she said - But I don't know the size. Here, take these as an example - before anyone reacted, she reached down, under her dress and pulled her panties down and off and then handed them over to the dumbstruck attendant.
- Oh, well... Errr... I.... - she stared dumbly at Dot, then shifted her gaze to me. I shrugged and grinned.
- Errr... How about a bra? - the attendant asked after a moment of silence.
- Don't know - Dot replied, completely uninhibited by the consternation she caused - Never had one. We gotta measure it, don't we?

The other shop attendant detached from her desk and turned up with a measure tape. Expertly, she wrapped it around Dot's chest, once, then again.

- That'd be 30A, I suppose... They just started growing, didn't they? - she smiled at my little friend.
- Sure - Dot was visibly proud - They grow quite fast. Will I really get a bra? - the little girl craned to look at me. I nodded solemnly. She beamed a smile.
- That's the best birthday ever - she exclaimed - Can I get two?
- Get as much, as you need - I said - Ladies, take care of her, I'll be right back.

I left to get cigarettes and then found some nice café with smoking area. I ordered myself a cup and lit a cigarette. Lingerie for a 12-year-old... James, I told myself, what have you gotten yourself into? What the hell are you doing? The answer remained unknown.

When I returned to the shop, the girls were almost ready with packing. Three bags, full of clothes, waited to be carried home. Dot stirred around the shop, she was looking for a belt. I told her to get one now, that she had three pairs of new jeans.

- What have you got in these? - I pointed to the bags.
- Oh... The stuff we chose. And some other, nice things... I'll show you once we get home - she smiled.

I paid; wasn't that much, even less than I expected. We left and walked along the street. Dot carried one of the bags.

- How about having ice-cream? - I asked - And then we'll drop that stuff at my place. You can change and we'll go out again, if you wish.
- Can we, hot damn, that'd be great! - she was eager. We bought ice-cream cones and headed to my flat, licking them away. It took us some time, riding the tube and the bus, but once there finally, we dropped all the bags to the floor and Dot started to rummage through the pile of goodies.

- Damn - she said, standing in front of me, her feet apart, her hands on her hips, dubious look on her face.
- What's that? - I wanted to know.
- Never had that much clothes at once. Dunno what to choose... - she pulled a face.
- Phh... Don't ask me... Just try them on.
- So thought I - she said, looking for something in one of the bags - Close your eyes.

I did as ordered and for couple moments just listened to the quiet rustle of clothes, being taken off and put on. She giggled some. Finally I heard her voice.

- Open your eyes and judge, is it good like this?

I opened my eyes and froze. In fact, I even got goose bumps, but that was not out of cold. What I saw was hot, red hot. Dot stood in front of me, her hand on her hips, her head to one side. She had very little on, namely: panties and a bra. It was a sweet, sweet, sweet little girls lingerie set, plain cotton, soft and nice, pastel blue color with darker, navy blue lining. She gave me an inquiring look and turned slowly around. Her shapely, firm butt was nicely, tightly clad by the cotton of the panties. Those rode up just a bit up her cleavage, uncovering her buttocks. There was a print of a panda bear on the back of them. The panties, I mean, not the buttocks.

- How is it? - she asked.
- Whew... - I tried not to fuck it - I must say you really look awesome in this set. I never thought you were so pretty.
- You never thought I was pretty at all - she snapped back, but she wasn't serious.
- You think that'll be all right for going out today?
- Sure so. But I hope you put something more on, though...
- Don't you worry - she said, searching for something among the clothes. She grabbed her old, worn out jeans and run to the kitchen. I heard the drawer being open and the knives and forks clatter in it. When she returned, the jeans were deprived of the legs, cut off high. Nice shorts, or what we used to call them, "hot pants". It wasn't before she pulled them on that I realized how hot. She turned around again, to let me see clearly. The jeans short reached somewhere like halfway her buttocks. The lower half of her young, firm ass-cheeks were perfectly visible in all their glory, completely uncovered. The rims of her panties peeked from under the ripped jeans edges.

- Aren't they real sexy? - she demanded. I nodded. Two days ago I would laugh my head of at the concept of sexy 12-year-old. Now I treated it damn seriously.

- So, can we go? - she asked.
- Not before you put something more on your upped body - I said - I can accept those... shorts, but I don't fancy the idea of you parading around wearing nothing but a bra.
- All right - she grumbled and retrieved a nice, tight halter top we both chose. She pulled it on. There was a print on the front saying "Cute Little Girl". It couldn't fit better. She was so cute. And so sexy. The top clung tightly to her body, clad her young, budding titties. In that bra, those little boobs appeared to be much bigger than they really were.

I accepted her outfit and we went out, intending to visit the local carnival. And so we did. It was only a few blocks away, so we just walked. Dot looked around, still excited with everything that surrounded her. Her small hand slipped into mine almost unnoticeably and none of us commented on it. It was good.

We spent couple hours in the carnival, for there was much to do. At first the girl was riding all sorts of merry-go-rounds - bigger and smaller. She insisted on joining her, but I never really liked that kind of fun. She managed to talk me into riding a roller-coaster though. This one was a bit different from what the usual ones look like. Instead of being some kind of strange little train, the seats in that particular roller-coaster were attached under the rail, so than we hanged a little over the ground, with the construction over our heads. She kicked off her shoes and so did I, instructed by one of the attendants. And off we went. Hot damn, I've had a few rides in my life, but that was something impossible to describe. Dot help my hand so tight I though she was going to break my fingers. She tried to yell apparently, but the rush of the air and the speed we gained when we dashed with our legs in the air made it impossible to catch a breath. We rolled over the loop, our shoulders pressed into the suspended seats and then we just fell down, with a terrible roar of the rails and wheels. She managed to scream before we stopped. Once back on the ground Dot stumbled away from the seat, retrieved her shoes and staggered outside.

- Oh, fuck - she said - That was something, huh? - she patted me on the back. Patted? It was a powerful hit.
- Yeah! - I replied and patted her almost as hard. She staggered a little, laughing.
- So, what's now? - I asked. Dot looked around.
- House of Horrors! - she yelled and rushed off, practically dragging me behind herself. It was hard not to let go off her hand.

The House of Horrors was done very well. It was the type where you walked through the haunted place instead of the usual ride. After a minute I had to practically drag her with me, she was so scared. Finally I just took her in my arms and strolled across the whole facility. Dot had her eyes closed tight and her ears covered with her hands not to hear the wails and screams. I smiled underneath my breath. She was real glad when we left and I set her back to her feet on the pavement.

There was much more of it. We rode a boat in an artificial mountain river. She insisted to sit in the front and got all wet. Her top was soaked through and looked like glued to her body. Before I could protest she took it off and started to wring it, right there in the middle of the place, with all the people milling around. Her bra was soaked thorugh just as well and completely translucent. I could clearly see her pink nipples under the thin fabrics.

- Help me with that - she demanded. We managed to wring he top so that it was almost dry. She handed it over to me and before I even though what was going on, she yanked her bra off and reached for the top, pulling it over her head and on.
- Yup, much better, can you put it into you backpack? - she asked, giving me the wet bra. I stood there, my mouth gaping open, unable to speak. Finally I reached for he piece of clothing, wrung it some and put it in the bag, just as she asked.
- Let's go - she grabbed my hand.

The day was young and before it was about to end we went to the 3-D cinema for a flight over the clouds. We had a great time at the shooting range where I managed to win the grand size Teddy Bear for her - I had to carry it later on, strapped to my back, for it was much to big for the girl. We ate hundreds of hod-dogs, tons of popcorn, countless amounts of cotton candy and we drank gallons of coke.

She smiled all the time, grinning wildly, her eyes sparkling, shiny, joyful. Her youthful energy emanated and radiated around her. And that made me happy as well. When I first met that child I never suspected she could mean so much for me. Now I realized I had some kind of crush on her. That was my lovely nymphet I never dared to dream of. And I supposed she also felt some kind of attachment toward me, judging form the way she held my hand, hugged me or leaned over me while we rested.

It was late in the evening when we headed home. We spent the whole day at the carnival. The huge Teddy Bear bounced, tied to my back. She carried a bunch of flowers I bought for her at a stand on the tube station. We were tired, but happy. Real happy.

We collapsed on the floor in my room. We sat there, smoking cigarettes and small-talking.

- How'd you like it today? - I asked, tough I knew the answer perfectly well.
- Do you need to ask? - she grinned - And I have to thank you. And I know how to do it...
- Yes? - I was curious. She nodded her head seriously.
- Go away now, for a moment, I gotta change - she said, pushing me out of the room and closing the door behind me. I shrugged, though I was really curious about what she wanted to do. I sat in the bathroom and smoked another cigarette. I didn't even manage to finish it, when I heard her voice, calling me to come over.


She stood there, in the middle of the room. A young, slim, shapely body, already completely deprived of any traces of baby fat. Her stomach was flat. Her hips were still narrow, but already started to curve and widen toward their final feminine stage. Her naked shoulders and neck were pale, flawless. She wore a black, lacy set - pants and bra. I never thought they made thongs for 12-year-olds, but apparently they did.

Her panties were made of thin lace, nothing more. The triangle in the front covered some, uncovered most of her body. I could vaguely make out the traces of her slit. When she turned around, I saw that the back of the thongs is nothing more but a narrow lacy string, that disappeared between little Dot's firm, round buttocks. My bodily reaction was easy to guess and very strong.

Her bra matched the thongs nicely. The cups were a bit rigid, pressing her small breasts together and slightly up, so that they seemed bigger than they really were. The front of the cups was all black lace and I could see her small nipples poke through it, jutting forward, erected and crying for my attention.

- Do you think I'm sexy? - she asked, looking into my eyes over the distance that divided us.
- I think you're the sexiest thing on the face on Earth - I blurted without second thought.
- That's good, 'cause I have something to give you - she approached me and pushed me on my chest with her open hand, so that I was made sit down on the bed.
- Dot... - I started to say.
- Shoosh - she put her finger across her mouth - Say nothing. Unless you don't like me.

I shut up. She pushed me to lie down and sat on my hips. Through the thick material of my jeans I could feel her young snatch pressed against my throbbing, pulsating dick, struggling to break free. I was extremely aroused and my mind was quickly becoming a blur. Reason was forgotten.

She strutted a bit back and unzipped my trousers. The monster jumped up, as if an iron spring would do. She gazed at it, her mouth slightly open, speechless and awestruck. I saw amazement in her eyes, when she finally slowly reached with her small hand and grabbed a hold of my heavy, hot meat.

The sensation of her tiny fingers on the soft underside of my oversensitive member was overwhelming to say at least. My little Dot slowly stroked the whole length of it, fastening her grip around the base and returning her hand up. She started to pump her hand up and down the whole length of the shaft. I trembled, the enormous sexual tension washing over my whole body, darkening my mind.

- I can see you like it - she whispered, lowering her face toward mine - So, you'll like what comes next too.

Dot bent her back and slowly, somewhat anxiously encased the head of my cock with her mouth. It was hot and humid in there. She applied some suction for a try. I don't think she did it before, but she tried hard to do it well. The girl slid my dick into her mouth, a bit too fast, gagging mildly when the bulbous head hit on the back of her throat. She withdrew it a little way, but didn't let go of it.

Then she started to blow me. Slowly, but constantly, she bobbed her head up and down my shaft. Her velvety lips were pressed tightly to the sides of my stiff rod. Her tongue brushed the sensitive underside of the iron-hard stick, she sucked on so eagerly. I could sense every movement of her, every change in suction, every lap of her young tongue.

Her ginger hair spilled around her head when she pumped it up and down my pulsating, oversensitive dick. I could feel almost every single nerve in my aroused body. The tickling sensations run through my skin and overtook my touching sense. There seemed to exist only my prick - the rest of the body was just a passive receptor of the pleasure that originated there. Dot's mouth were like some kind of nexus between my body and the overwhelming universe of shear pleasure.

She licked the whole length of my rod again, brushing her quick, warm, lively tongue against my skin. She moved it around the head and then forced under the foreskin, licking away every little part of my meat. I could stand it anymore. I spurted.

She was taken by surprise when the first load of thick, sticky, white jism erupted in her mouth. Before she realized what was going on, there was more of it. And more. And more. And more.

Little Dot tried to swallow what came, wave after wave, but she could not manage. There was too much and too quick. Some of my cum poured out of the corners of her mouth, still tightly wrapped around my dick. The jism dribbled down her chin and then down her neck and dropped on her breasts.

When the eruption was finally over, I lay spent and exhausted. I saw her face over me, smiling. Long traces of white mucus marked her lips, her chin, her cheeks, her neck... My cum was everywhere on her. She was smiling.

- Next time, tell me so that I'm prepared - she said, lying by my side, straddling her small, slim body by mine. I wrapped my arm around her and hugged her.

- Dot... - I wasn't sure what to say - How'd you think about something like that?
- Seen it in a video - she giggled - I hope I did well? It was my first time I tried ever.
- You did great - was all I managed to answer. My mind was still a whirling haze of thoughts and sexual arousal.
- I'm glad - she said - Cause I want to carry on with that. You'll give me one more present today. You'll teach me - she was talking, as she sat up and unfastened her bra. Then she knelt and slid her thongs down, then past her knees and ankles, tossing them aside. She spread on the bed, her hand put behind her head.

- Come to me - she said in a low voice.

I got up, trying to undress myself. I think I tore off half of my buttons, when I pulled my shirt off. I tugged on my trousers, trying to get rid of them. Soon I stood in front of the little girl stark naked, just like she was. We watched each other with curiosity. My dick started to regain it's strength and rigidness and little Dot looked in awe as it slowly grew and started to poke upwards again.

I knelt and put my hands on her inner thighs, gently spreading her legs to the sides. Her pink slit was partly open, her pussy lips like flowery petals. Moisture oozed from between them. Little Dot was not so little after all, it seemed. She was aroused herself pretty much.

I froze for a moment, when the realization struck me. I looked over her slender, youthful body, her childish features spread naked in front of my hungry eyes. If I went any further and anything would work wrong; if the secret went public, I'd be labeled a pedophile, a child rapist, I'd end up in jail with a load of thugs, crude con-men raping my ass every night.

- I hope you know what would it mean if somebody found out - I asked quietly.
- We'd be both pretty damn fucked - she said thoughtfully - There's no turning back. Now, that you're my boyfriend, I'd rather die than loose you. Don't worry about it - she smiled - Come to me and hug me, James...

I lowered my head and gently licked her outer pussy lips. She trembled with the sudden, unexpected sensation. A quiet moan escaped her throat. I gently pushed her legs more aside, giving myself better access to her preteen beaver. With my tongue I probed past the outer lips and into the innermost parts of her young cunny. It was damp, hot, I'd say - steaming even. Everything was coated with a thin veil of her girl juice that kept on coming from inside of her body.

I located the small rigid point at the top of her cleft, hid under it's fleshy hood. When I first brushed my tongue over her clit, she gasped loudly and her whole body jerked. She put her small hand on my head, pressing me down, forcing me to eat her snatch away.

I lapped at the sensitive spot, sometimes probing with my tongue lower, where I expected her small opening to be. I ran my finger up and down the lovely, preteen slit of her. When it was already well coated with her coming secretions, I found the opening to her love tunnel. I put the tip of my finger at the entrance to it.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were partly closed, faint smile of pleasure wandered on her lips. She noticed me and knew, what I wanted, so she nodded her head.

I slowly pushed my finger inside her. It went in smoothly, without any problems, though it was really tight in there. The sides of her love tunnel were slick, wet, hot, pulsating. When I hit the very bottom of her, her whole body jerked and she cried out loud with pleasure.

Now I started to finger her, slowly at first, then quickening he pace. At the same time, I lapped at her clit, sucking it into my mouth and licking it. Her hips started to buck and she started to moan ever so quietly. Her fingers grabbed my hair and pushed my head down on her, pressing my face into the dripping, steaming cleavage of her. I moved my finger faster, spearing it in and out of her little body.

Suddenly her whole body arched and she gave out a kind of gagged sob. She trembled and her whole body jerked uncontrollably, then collapsed in a spent heap on the sheets. Her eyes were closed, her whole skin blushed, her breath was quick. I pulled my finger out from her and moved myself up, to her side. I hugged her, wrapping my arms around her small, young body. Her heart raced, I could feel it thump away. So did mine.

It took her some time to drift back to reality. She opened her eyes, glazed with a haze of pleasure and looked up at me. She smiled and slowly, hesitantly, she kissed me full on the lips. I answered that kiss and her lips parted, letting me in. For a few moments we wrestled our tongues in a joyful struggle.

- Whew... - she whispered, when we parted - That was unbelievable. All of it... Nothing like that ever happened to me.
- I'm so glad you like it - I replied - What you did for me was just as good, if not better.
- I hope you'll show me more, right? - she looked up at me. I nodded. She apparently really wanted to go all the way; and if that was possible, I was eager to do so just as well.

I returned to her pussy, brushing it with my fingers slightly. She was all wet. That was good.

- Can you lick the snake some, so that it's slick and nice? - I asked. She nodded eagerly and crouched in front of me, sucking on my cock. She covered it with a thick, good layer of her spit.

When she was lying on her back again, I positioned myself over her small, still childish body, supporting my weight on my arms. I started to lower myself slowly, until the head on my dick brushed against her somewhat parted cunny lips. I moved my hips forward and passed through that initial barrier, now pressed against the opening of her pussy. I could feel it spasm once in a while.

I looked down at the girl and she looked back at me. She has decided, that was sure. Her lips moved and formed to produce the words "Love you". I whispered the same back.

Then I pushed slightly forward. The road was prepared by my finger, but finger is one thing and a dick, especially quite a big one like mine was, is another thing. There was some resistance, when I wanted to push in further. Dot stirred a little, moving her hips slightly, trying to open more to me. I pushed a bit more and the dickhead of mine passed the initial barrier. She gasped loudly and tensed. I stopped, froze in mid move, afraid I hurt her.

- It's much bigger than I imagined - she whispered - But I can take it. You can go on, just slowly...

I started to push myself back in. Her body gave way gradually and I slid inside her pussy steadily. It took me some time, until I finally pressed against the back wall of her opening. She gasped again. My dick was wrapped tightly with her young, hot, moist, pulsating flesh. I buried almost the whole length in her crotch. She breathed heavily, her breath raspy and uneven. Her skin was blushed, her eyes glassy.

I started to withdraw slowly. It was not that easy. Her cunny seemed to suck me back in. After a few moments I moved almost completely out, until only the head of my cock remained inside. Then I inched my way back into her body. It was only a little bit easier this time - she was still unbelievably tight.

I repeated my actions again and again, withdrawing almost completely and then pushing back in as far as I could. Soon Dot started to move her hips to match my movement, pushing forward when I went in, slightly moving herself back, when I withdrew. We did it all so slowly and carefully. She was still a little girl and I was afraid to hurt her. And if I acted any faster, I'd spurt immediately. The sensations of her pussy tightly wrapped around my stick was overwhelming, so amazing and unbelievable.

We rocked gently back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. Dot reached with her hand to her crotch and played with her clit. She had her eyes closed and breathed heavily. It didn't take her long to climax again. She tensed, all her muscles contracted. For a brief moment I thought she is going to rip my dick off with her hungry, greedy pussy, it was so tightly clenched around me.

I slowed and waited till the waves of pleasure washing over her diminished a bit. She was half conscious already. I speeded up the pace gradually, giving her some time to get accustomed to it. She opened her eyes, looking at me through the haze of her arousal and pleasure.

- Don't wait anymore - she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pulled my body closed to her. As I moved, her small, erect nipples brushed against my chest. I could feel the soft, fleshy mounds of her breasts pressed against my ribs. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my hips, pushing me forward, inside her, forcing me to enter her deeper.

She sobbed quietly in my arms as I impaled her again and again and again. Finally I felt the familiar tingling that started at the back of my spine and came down with a tidal wave that erupted in my pulsating dick, to wash over my whole body.

I hit one last time, driving my dick deep inside her, as deep as I could. She cried out loud. I gasped and came inside her tiny pussy firing consecutive shots of cum into her womb. Subsiding waves of fulfillment and pleasure rippled through my body, leaving me limp on top of her.

It took me a couple minutes to regain my composure. I breathed heavily. I rolled to the side, my limp dick jumped out of her body and slapped on my thigh. A long, sticky string of cum connected it with her pussy. My jism dribbled from her, slowly flowing out, on the sheets. There were few faint, pinkish traces among the white mucus. There must've been some blood when I took her. She didn't seem to care about it.

Little Dot lay there, stark naked, freshly satisfied. Her eyes only half open, her lips slightly parted. Her breath started to calm down now. She moved her head and looked at me.

- That was the best birthday I ever had - she whispered - And I'm so glad we did it.

I took her in my arms and hugged her tight, cradling her small body and rocking her lightly.

- I'm glad as well. Never had a girlfriend like you. And never will have any other.
- What do you mean? - she asked, glancing at me with curiosity.
- I'll go to the director on Monday and file for the adoption process. I'll take you home forever - I promised, kissing her on her forehead - Now sleep. We still have tomorrow to explore and learn more about ourselves.

She smiled happily and I saw a tear glisten in her eye. She said nothing, only nodded her head and curled on my lap, subsiding into the land of dreams.

My sweet little 12-year-old Dot. My girlfriend.

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May 2004