Taking Chances
by Oblivion

1. Risk and Reward


Herein lies a work of fiction. It springs forth from this mind of mine, half formed and in need of shaping, molding and polishing. In reality there is only so much I can do in this isolated mind of mine, it takes the help of others to find the weaknesses and flaws so they can be removed or strengthened. This why I need your help. Good or bad your responses to what I've written can only help me write better, and that, for me, is my ultimate goal.

Remember, this is fiction, what happens is not real. In many ways it should never become real. It belongs in this realm of make-believe so that it may entertain and maybe teach us.

It is my hope that you find enjoyment here and will want to come back. I know that most of what I've written is unfinished, mostly that is because without any response from those of you who wander by I lose the drive to keep working. A count of hits has no meaning, no substance, just the fact that someone looked, I don't even know if it was even read? Your response entices me, prods me to work. I would be willing to pick up any of my works and continue them, but without interest, that will only happen as the mood strikes me.


Taking Chances
by Oblivion

1. Risk and Reward


It was a bright, warm, spring morning and I was carrying a large box into my new apartment when I saw her. She was standing at the second floor railing, watching me. From where I was at the moment, about thirty or so feet away, she looked young, maybe twelve to fourteen. She was leaning against the railing on one arm, slightly turned to her left with her right foot lifted and resting on the bottom rail. The pose let me see that while she deffinately had breasts, they weren't very large. 

As I walked closer it became obvious that she was of Asian decent, her skin had that slight cast and her eyes had the almond shape. Her long, straight hair was unfettered and hung well below her waist. She was wearing a pale blue sun dress, one of the ones with what seemed like a hundred buttons down the front.

I continued up the path and as I was about to make the turn down the walk to my door she spoke.

"Good morning."

I glanced up and she waved at me, as she did her right foot left the lower rail and she placed it a good two feet from her left one. The move did two things, the first was to turn her body so she was facing me directly, and second, caused the bottom of her sun dress to part where she obviously had left a good number of the lower buttons undone.

I stopped short, I couldn't help it. Six feet above my head was her pussy. I could clearly see the thin dusting of black hair on her mons and her very large clit protruding from between her labia. I've seen pictures of clits that large or larger but I'd never seen one like it in person. To me, it looked like it was an inch or more long and easily half that in diamater. It also was obviouly wet, the morning sunlight making it almost sparkle and shine.

I was glad I had the box in my hands because it was covering my crotch and my rising cock.

I quickly collected myself and replied. "Good morning to you too." Then I did make the turn and walked two doors down and into the open door of my apartment. Once I got the box in the room I wanted and set it down I had to adjust my cock. I still had several more boxes to get out of the car and I really didn't want to have to wait until my cock softened. 

I did take a few moments to get a cold soda out of the cooler I'd brought in on my first trip and chug it down.

Leaving my apartment I made the turn and headed back for the next box. She was still there at the rail but had moved her feet back together thus ending the show of a few minutes earlier. I nodded at her as I turned and made my way to my car, both relieved and disappointed.

When I looked from my car I could still see her.

I got the next box and started back. As I got closer her feet started to shift and I knew what was coming. Sure enough, as I got to roughly the same place as before she moved her knees apart, opening her dress again.

She obviously saw me looking and gave me another small wave as I passed below her and on to my apartment. I nodded in reply.

I made four more trips before I decided to say anything. Each trip had been a repeat of the previous with her only showing me her pussy just before I turned.

"You know," I said as I stopped under her, "little girls who don't wear their panties have to expect certain things."

"What things?" She asked.

"Well, the most important one is that someone will probably want to play with her pussy."

"mmhmm."

"OK, just so you know." I said and continued on.

"hmmpf." I heard, barely.

The next two trips, again, were repeats of the rest. 

"Last trip," I told her as I passed under her again on my way back to the car.

At the car, I got in and moved it out of the loading zone and into my parking space then got the last box, locked the car and headed back. When I came around the corner and to the path to the apartment I saw that she was standing differently. Before she had seemed more casual, now she seemed more... closed, I guess. Her arms were closer to her body, even slightly in front of her.

I guessed that the show was over.

I was wrong of course.

As I reached the same spot as before, her legs moved to the same position as before and her hands started moving away from her front, pulling the entire front of her dress open. Now she was displaying herself even more. Her small conical breasts were high with very large, dark, nipples, but her areola were so small that they seemed to be no more than the barest ring around the nipples.

"Very sweet, little lady," I commented as I made my turn, "but is that a promise, or just a tease?"

"Oh!" I heard from behind me and then I heard soft footfalls moving away.

Once in the apartment I wondered if I had frightened her enough to stop flashing people, or if... I sighed, shaking off the perverted thoughts running through my mind. To try and keep them at bay I started organizing a bit but ran out of things to do quickly. The movers, with the rest of my stuff, were scheduled to arrive just after lunch and there really wasn't much I could do until then.

I thought about going for something to eat but figured that if I did the movers would be early and I'd have to wait until they could reschedule or something. So I pulled out one of the books I'd been reading while I'd been in the motel waiting for move in day here.

I looked around for something to sit on, but all I had was the cheap plastic cooler and I knew it wouldn't hold me for long. I did a bit more of a search and found a piece of old shelving that looked like it would span the cooler. I thought that with my weight spread out more I could chance it. So a few minutes later I was seated where I could see out my open door so I could read and watch for both the movers and the electric company. Yes, I didn't have power yet either. It seems that the last tenant here had been behind in more than just the rent when they had been evicted.  It was also why I had had to wait almost two weeks before I could move in. 

From what the manager had told me they had to replace all of the carpet and many of the walls had to be either repaired or outright replaced. In the end they had opted to just completely remodel the place. The odd thing was that this apartment had a basement. The only one in the complex. No one seemed to know why though. When I had asked about it they had agreed to let me put a bookcase where the door to the basement was, but I had to make sure it could move so that fire inspectors could have access.  I told them that it wouldn't be a problem.

I had settled into my book when a shadow blocked the light from the door and I heard a soft knock.

"Come in," I answered.

It was the girl from the second floor.

"Hello," I said.

"What kind of promise?" She asked.

"Well, little lady, that would depend on a few things. In one sense, it could simply be an open invitation for whatever someone might have in mind. In another it could be as simple as the opportunity to look and enjoy. There are also a whole lot of other possibilities as well."

"Oh," she said, shuffling her feet.

"So, is that something you do often?"

"No."

"Then why today?"

She just shrugged.

"hmmm..." I mumbled as I thought. "So, how many times have you done it?"

"A few."

"Just here?"

"No, today was the first here, I..."

"Was afraid someone who knew you might see?"

"Yeah."

"So where else have you done it?"  

"The park and the mall." Her eyes looked down and her cheeks reddened.

"You like it?"

"Yeah... it, it, well... I get all wet and tingly." That was when I noticed the faint aroma of the girl's arousal. Not strong, just a light scent.

"Wet, I can attest to."

"OH!" she cried as her face darkened as she blushed. "I... I..." 

"Didn't think I'd notice?"

She nodded her head. The scent had grown stronger now.

"Just remember, I tend to notice things other people miss, OK?"

She nodded again, her feet shuffling a bit.

"What's wrong, little lady?"

"Nothing..." There was now a stronger, tangier, note in the air.

"Are you sure, your feet seem to be dancing."

"It's just..." she sighed.

"Just?"

Now her hands were moving. They were moving towards her body then jerking away, almost as if she was trying very hard to not do something.

I put my book down and lifted a hand towards her, crooked my pointer and indicated for to come closer.

She sighed and moved almost all the way to me, the air now seemed to be choked with her scent and I breathed it in, deeply, savoring the subtle notes.

She was now just barely out of my reach.

I could see that only the top five buttons on her dress were undone, I pointed at the one just below that.

She shivered as her hand moved and opened it. A fresh wave of her scent seemed to wash over me. My cock was throbbing in my pants.

I pointed to the next.

She opened it and sighed again.

I pointed lower...

Several minutes later there were only a few buttons left undone. As she had reached her navel I had shifted from going down the long row of buttons to the bottom and had been working back up. Now, there were only three left.

"What do you want, little lady?"

"I want you to see." Her voice had become breathy.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She breathed.

I pointed to the top of the three.

She opened it, a soft groan escaping her lips as she did.

I pointed to the bottom one.

A grunt escaped her as it came undone and her hips jumped. More of her odor wafted out from the cover of her dress.

"May I?" I asked.

Her head nodded.

I motioned her closer and she stepped to me. Her scent was almost overpowering now, it took almost everything I had to keep myself under control.

I reached for, and undid the last button as I looked into her eyes. Her mouth was quivering, her eyes were wide, and her breath was coming hard pants.

My hand hovered over her belly, not touching, waiting. I looked into her eyes again and let my eyes glance down to where my hand was.

She nodded.

I slipped my hand between the sides of her dress and softly touched her. She sighed as she felt my fingers. The slight part made by my hand reaching into her dress released a flood of her essence and it washed up and over me, heightening my awareness as it did. Her skin was soft and warm and I started making lazy circles with my fingers. I could feel her skin tense as I passed over it and occasionally her body would shudder.

When I looked up at her again her eyes were locked on my moving hand.

"You want me to see?"

"Yes." Her hips bucked a little.

Her dress opened as my other hand joined the first and she started shifting her feet outward as well, her legs moving the lower part of her dress with them. Her pussy and large clit were in view again. Now, closer, her clit seemed even larger. She was wet, wet enough that it looked like there were drops of her essence waiting to drip off the end of her magnificent clit.

After a moment I looked higher again, to where my hands were now resting, just above her navel. I started moving them higher, sliding over her smooth flesh. I could feel her breathing get deeper. My own lungs were filled with the proof of her arousal, fueling and enhancing my own.

Her feet had stopped moving and I could just see her face above mine as she watched my hands move closer and closer to her breasts. As my fingers started to feel the soft, rising mounds, a long, soft, moan rumbled from her chest, vibrating the flesh under my hands. Her dress was being pushed further and further apart as my fingers reached for her nipples.

My fingers found the hard buds of her nipples and her body trembled and her hips bucked forward again. 

"Aaaaaahhhh." Her soft cry wavered with the trembling of her body punctuated by groans that came in time with the thrusting of her hips between those soft moans.

"Oh God, Oh sweet God..." She mumbled.

I let my hands move higher then, my palms pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts. Her moans continued as she felt my rough skin slide over her nipples. Finally, as my hands moved past her breasts she seemed to come back to awareness. When she had, my hands were now on her collar bones, she was exposed from the neck down, her breasts and pussy on display to me again.

"Little lady?"

"Yes?"

I moved my hands again, slowly, pushing the fabric of her dress towards her shoulders.

"Yes...." she moaned.

I pushed her dress off her shoulders and she lifted her arms, just enough to let the weight of the fabric slide down her arms and fall to the floor behind her.

Now, except for the sandals on her feet, she was naked before me. Everything she was, exposed to my gaze. With her feet still apart I could see her smooth flawless skin, tight, hard nipples, her wet, swollen clit, her eyes, wide and unfocused,  the rosy blush that darkened her almost from her face to crotch. 

"Turn for me, little lady."

She did without a word. When her feet got caught in the dress pooled behind her she gave it an irritated kick and it settled a few feet away. She then continued her slow turn giving me the look I'd asked for. Her long mane of hair shifted as she moved, exposing and then covering her ass and back. The way it settled in the crack of her ass accentuated the crevasse and brought my attention to it even more.  

When she faced me again she was smiling, her eyes bright.

"Like it," I asked.

"Oh, Yes."

"Spread your legs."

Her feet shifted out further and stopped a bit more than a foot apart.

"More, please." I said.

Her feet shuffled again till they were at about the same width as when she had first flashed me.

"Good girl."

I stood then and got my first real sense of her size. She wasn't tiny by any means, but compared to my six foot one... She was probably about four foot ten or so, the top of her head was below my shoulder by a good couple inches. I estimated her to be roughly seventy-five to eighty pounds. 

"Do you touch your self, little lady?"

"Yes."

"Show me."

She hesitated, but then brought both her hands to her crotch, her left reaching between her legs, as her right started moving on that super sized clit of hers. As I watched she started alternating hands, moving moisture from deep in her pussy to her clit. As she lubricated it more I saw her start to wrap two and then three fingers arousing her clit and start working it much like I would jack my cock. I was amazed as her clit lengthened to well over two inches and thickened much like a cock as well. That's when I noticed that it even had what looked like a flared glans at the tip.

She was watching me as I stared, mesmerized by the sight of her stroking that clit. There was a strange kind of smile on her lips, enigmatic, I guess, almost as if she didn't quite believe what was happening, but was willing to play along.

I couldn't help it, I moved around behind her, took hold of her shoulders and pulled her so she was leaning against my chest. Now I could look down the front of her and watch as she stroked that huge clit of hers.

I slid my hands off her shoulders and down to her small breasts and started to rub them softly. Her reaction was to push her chest out and press those tits into my hands. Her fingers also started sliding faster on her clit.

Her nipples were hardening under my fingers and I started pinching them softly. She groaned as I did and her hips started thrusting again. Her finger were now flying on her clit and her breath was coming in harder and harder pants. Suddenly her body froze and a soft keening wail rose from her throat and a gush of fluid seemed to erupt from between her legs. 

She stayed like that for several heartbeats, then she gave a long shuddering sigh as her orgasm released her.

From behind her I could see her legs were soaked and the carpet in front of her had a slowly spreading wet spot, not large, but definitely there.

"I've never..." she said, her voice wavering.

"A good one?"

"Oh, yeah..." Her tone said it all, the wanton desire to feel that same pleasure, again, and again, and again...

That was when she noticed how wet her legs were. When she looked down to see what had happened she sobbed and tried to cover herself as she almost fell to the floor.

I caught her before she could fall though and held her tight as she kept sobbing and trying to apologize for the mess she had made. I cradled her against me and kept telling her that she didn't have to worry, that she hadn't done anything wrong, that she was beautiful and sweet.

It took several minutes to calm her but once she had, I started to explain.

"Little lady, you did NOT pee yourself. You had an orgasm, and one not all that many women ever have."

"What?"

"Well, just like a lot of things, orgasms come in several kinds. Some are gentle waves of pleasure that fill you slowly until your body finds it's release. Others are stronger and can be like a tidal wave rushing forward, wiping away everything it's way. And some, very much like you just had, are like a volcano, erupting without warning, with earthquakes and fountains of lava."

"Oh... Oh, yeah..." the lust and longing as she said that brought a smile that  brightened her face. Of course when she realized how she sounded she blushed and tried to duck her head.

"Little lady, don't ever be ashamed for finding pleasure in your body. It's all yours and no one ever has the right to tell it's wrong. They may want to, but you never have to believe them."

"But..."

"Shhh... no but's."

She started to form the word again and I placed a finger to her lips.

She nodded.

"Good. Now, did you like that?"

She nodded again.

"Good, maybe we can do it again sometime, if you want, that is."

"I want, I definitely, definitely want, over and over and over...." Her face was so bright and excited by the thought of more that I couldn't help but smile with her.

But I knew we didn't have a lot of time right then so I stood up and pulled her up with me. I wrapped her in my arms and held her to me, her face nuzzling my chest as we stood there.

Then another shadow crossed the door and a loud knock followed.

"Mr. Franklin, Michael Franklin, it's Simons Moving with your stuff."

"Just a moment, I'll be right there," I called.

My little lady was starting to panic but I held her tight and whispered in her ear.

"It's OK, don't worry, I'll think of something."

She calmed immediately, trusting me.

I quickly looked for her dress but she'd kicked it far enough that it was within sight of the door. That was out. I thought quickly... ah...

"Down the hall, the bathroom, no one will taking boxes there. I'll get your dress to you as soon as I can, OK?"

She nodded and rushed down the hall.

I turned as she went and as I walked to the door I casually pick her dress up from the floor and dropped in one of the open boxes I'd brought in earlier.

The moving guys were pleasant and we talked about what needed to be done. At one point I suggested starting with the back bedroom since it was the farthest from the door, that way, I explained, each successive trip would be shorter.

The guys thought that was a great idea and said that they get things sorted out a bit, then they'd get started.

I thanked them and let them head back to the truck, giving me a chance to retrieve the dress and head back to the bathroom.

Back in the apartment the aroma of the girl's arousal still hung in the air but I wasn't sure what I could do about it. So I shrugged it off and got her dress.

At the bathroom I knocked lightly on the door. "It's me, little lady, we have some time now as long were quick."

She opened the door and I stepped in.

"Oh, God," she said, "I was so sure we'd be caught."

"Well, we could have been, but we didn't, we'll just have make sure we're more careful in the future."

"mhmmm." she replied.

"Well, lets get this back on you and get you out of here for now."

Her legs were still damp though and the aroma wafted off her in waves. I knew I couldn't let her leave smelling like that. Then I remembered the cleaning supplies I'd brought and told her to wait and I'd be right back.

I only took a moment to get the roll of paper towels I'd brought and while getting them found the pine oil cleaner I'd brought as well. I quickly plugged the kitchen sink and poured a generous splash of the cleaner in and started the water, in moments the air was filling with the strong scent of the pine cleaner.

One problem solved, I thought and I headed back to the bathroom.

Once there I dampened some paper towels and gently washed the girl's legs, cleaning most of the essence from her smooth skin. As I did she took some towels herself and gently patted her pussy to dry it as well.

Once done with the cleaning I held her dress for her as she slipped it back on.

It seemed like the buttons would take forever but we got enough of them done and I took her to the back bedroom and showed her out through the fenced patio. I watched as she cracked the gate open to look out and then she slipped out and was gone.

Not five minutes later the crew was back with the first of my things.