Chapter Three

Towards the end of the week my daughter called and announced that she’d like us to go to a movie after I picked her up on Friday.  I told her I’d have to check on some things, but we could probably do that.

The next day I saw Haley in her yard.  When she saw me, she came over.  “Hi, Haley” I said, maintaining propriety in case we were seen or overheard.

“Hi, Mr. Bill,” she said.  Her voice was demure.  Her eyes weren’t.  They were playful and mischievous.  I told her about the proposed movie trip and asked if she wanted to go with us.  “Sure!” she said.  “Thanks!  I’ll ask Mom, but she’s usually just glad to get me out of the house.”

That was a sad truth.  Haley was a “first marriage” kid and her mom devoted much more effort to second husband and their toddler son offspring.  Haley was often left to devise her own entertainment.  I guess now I was part of that.

Friday came.  I left work and picked up daughter at her mom’s house.  That’s when things got changed.  Her mom came out to the car.  “I need you to bring Deena back home after the movie.  We’re going on a road trip this weekend.  I hope you don’t mind.”

Yeah, it was always okay when ex-wife wanted to change up the schedule, but when I wanted to, it was a different story.  But that wasn’t something to go to war over.  “Sure,” I said.  “We’ll catch up later.”

Deena bounced out to the car and hopped in.  We pulled out of her mom’s drive.  “We goin’ to the movie?”

“Sure, baby.  Haley’s gonna come with us.”

“Daaad!  Why’s she coming?”

“Because she doesn’t get a chance to go to the movies, and because she likes you and because you’re nice to people.”

“Oh, alright…”

“And if you’re nice, when the movie’s over we can do the Food Court.”  Bribery will do wonders to alter the attitude of a ten year old.

I went back by my own house and found Haley waiting in my drive, scrubbed fresh, dressed in a simple cotton blouse, a clean pair of shorts, and athletic shoes.  Her hair was brushed to a shine, her curls causing it to do cute flips at her neck and jawline.  She jumped in the back seat.  We drove to the mall and went into the movie.

I was wondering about the seating arrangement, but I kept my mouth shut and ended up with my daughter on one side and Haley on the other.  We looked like the standard dad with his daughter and her friend.  I did feel her little head leaning against my shoulder and she wrapped her arms around my biceps during a dramatic scene, but all in all, she was the picture of a proper young girl all evening.

After the movie, Food Court, as promised.  I bought Haley her choice, as I did for myself and my daughter.  Finally, it was back in the car and back home.

“Haley, I’m gonna drop Deena at her mom’s before we go home,” I said.

“Oh,” said Haley.

“Yeah,” piped Deena.  “Tomorrow we’re goin’ to Six Flags with our church group.  We have to get up early.”

“Darn!” said Haley.  “I wish I was goin’.  I guess I’ll have to do something else to have fun.”

Soon we were backing out of the drive after having dropped Deena off.  Haley had moved to the front seat beside me and her hands were no longer those of that proper young lady from the mall.  She was twisted sideways in her seatbelt, her left arm was wrapped around my right arm, and her right hand was teasing in my lap.

“Somebody’s hard,” she giggled.

“It’s not nice to tease a guy, Haley.”

“It’s not teasing when you’re gonna sleep with ‘im,” she giggled.

I turned for a quick glance.  “Huh?”

“You didn’t listen?  I told you that I told Mom I was spending the night with Deena.  I didn’t KNOW Deena wasn’t going to be here.”

“Uh, Haley, this might be a little soon for us to try this.”

“B-b-but, Bill, they think I’m spending the night.  They went to stay at my uncle’s cabin at the lake.  They’re having a party an’ they’re not driving back tonight.  I HAVE to stay with you.”  There was a hint of a quiver in her voice.

“Oh, okay, little sweetness.”  What a horrible thought, that I’d have to spend the night with this little sexpot cutie.

We parked in my driveway and she said, “See!” holding up a grocery bag.  “I have my PJ’s and clothes for tomorrow.”

“Well, darlin’, let’s get inside before somebody starts taking pictures.”

We were in the house, it was nine o’clock, and I needed a shower.  “Find something on TV while I get a shower, baby,” I said.  I went up the hall to my bedroom, retrieved my own gym shorts, what I used to lounge around in the evening, and then hit the shower.

I thought I heard the door open.  Then the shower door showed a blurred figure right before it slid open and a naked twelve year old girl joined me.

“Don’t ya know,” she said, “Showering with a friend saves water.”

Cute.  Naked, wet, and cute.  We made a game of bathing each other.  She spent a long time on my dick and balls, and I lathered up her chest and lavished care on her just-developing breasts.  Finally, we rinsed off and I got out.  She toweled off and watched as I shaved and brushed my teeth.  I tossed her a second towel so she could dry her hair more thoroughly.

“Don’t ya have a hair dryer?”

“Oh, yeah.  Bottom drawer.”  There was a hair dryer, remnant of a girlfriend long since moved on.

She plugged it in and started drying her hair.  I took over, loving the opportunity to care for this little delight.  “So,” I said, “where are your PJ’s?”

Her eyebrow arched when she looked at me.  “Bill.  Do you really want me to put on my PJ’s?”

“Okay.  It’s up to you.  I don’t want you to think I have you here just for sex.”

She moved against me, threw her arms around me, and hugged me.  Hard.  “You make me feel good, Bill.  Not just because we do sex stuff together.  Because you were nice to me.  An’ you didn’t have to be.”

I looked down at the little face turned up toward me.  I lifted her up in my arms and kissed her, not a hot “I want sex” kiss, but a “gee, you need to know how special you are” kiss.  “You’re special to me, Haley.  Really.”

“I love you, Bill,” she said, simply.  Honestly.

“Haley, you’re twelve…”

“Almost thirteen,” she interrupted.

“Okay,” I said, “thirteen.  That’s awfully young to be telling a man you love him.  Especially when the man is as old as I am.”

She looked kind of sad.  “But, you don’t think I’m old enough to know I love you?”

“No, sweetie, I think you love me now, but you’re young and you’re gonna find other loves, boys your own age, and give them your love.”

“But do you love me?”

“Yes, I do.  In a lot of ways.  Some of them I shouldn’t.  You’re too young for me to feel like this.  I wish I was thirty years younger, then I could love you and it would be all right.”

“Bill,” she said, “I know some boys my own age.  They’re immature jerks and idiots.  I don’t see anything in any of them that I like even a little bit as much as I like you.  An’ you’ve always been nice to me.”

I reflected back to the beginning when I first met her.  I was nice to her ever since the first day she bounced into my yard as I was moving in.  We’d shared cold drinks and she’d sat under the shade tree in late evenings in the summer, and we’d talked about the things a pre-teen girl wants to talk about, although she seemed to be more interested in more mature subjects.  I didn’t think that I was doing anything special though.  I guess I was wrong.

“That’s because you’re a sweet girl and people are supposed to be nice.  But yes, you’re different, and I love you.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “It’s not just the sex stuff.” She looked into my face and her eyes took a twinkle.  “But that sex stuff is…  Wow!”  She giggled.  “We’re both naked.  That gives me ideas.”

“I suppose it does.” I let her slide down my body and her pussy caught my hard dick.

“Mmmmm,” she said.  “I like that part.”  She wiggled past it and went down on her knees, looking up at me.  Her right hand wrapped around my shaft and her left hand cupped under my balls.  She bounced them in her hand experimentally.  “They’re heavy.  You got some stuff for me?”

I groaned.  “Haley, how is it that you do exactly the right thing in exactly the right way?”

Her head moved forward and her lips gave way as she pushed her mouth over my dick.  Then the suction began as she moved me in and out of her mouth.  “Mmmmmm,” came from around my dick.

“Ohhhhhh, Haley!”

She released me from her mouth and stood up in a bounce.  “Come on!  Let’s go to bed!”

I couldn’t argue with that idea.  She got to the edge of the bed and crawled onto it on hands and knees.  I jumped on top of her, trapping her under my body and wrapped her in my arms.  She giggled gleefully.  “It’s pokin’ me!”

“It likes you.  Besides, YOU made it that way.”

“Haw!” she said, “It STAYS that way.”

“Not until YOU came along, doll,” I said.  I was telling the truth.  The last year had seen the departure of the last girlfriend and I hadn’t bothered to track down another.  Sex?  Nothing outside my hand.  Okay, just MAYBE there was a picture of a cute little brown-haired girl in the fantasy that accompanied my jerking hand, but sex? Just wasn’t important.  Now, when Haley was in sight, I had a perpetual erection.  I poked it gently against her rear.

“Hey!  You could put it in me like this!”

“See!” I laughed, “one of the things I like about you is how smart you are!”

“Well, you said there were other positions, ‘member!”

Yeah, and you’ve discovered one of them.”

“I wanna try it this way.”  She bounced on the bed.  I surveyed the pink pussy lips peeking from between her thighs.  The lips were glistening with juice already.  I bent over and kissed her and tongued her sweet slit.

“Now!”  She wiggled against my face.  “I wanna see how it feels like this.”

“Okay, sweetie,” I said.  “I’m gonna go slow, though.”  I positioned myself behind her upturned ass, spread my legs, knees on either side of her.  I inched forward, leading with my dick in my hand.  The head contacted her sweet lips and pushed between them.  I moved it up and down the entire length.

“Mmmmm,” came to my ears.

I pushed a little further forward on the next pass with the head of my dick and the head found her sweet hole.  I eased into her.  About an inch in, I was rewarded with her own backward lunge, burying me entirely in her pussy.  My balls bounced off the lips of her pussy.

“Ohhhh, Bill,” she said, “this is wonderful.”  She moved forward, sliding off me, then back, to put me fully in her.  My balls slapped her again.  “I feel that!  I feel your balls.”  She was resting her face on her arms, head low, ass in the air, pussy impaled by my dick.

“You’re comfortable?”

“Ohhh, Bill, I’m waaaay past comfortable.”  I gripped her hips, one hand on each side, and did an experimental thrust.  I was rewarded with a purr.  I started thrusting in and out of her.  “Gaaahhhh, baby,” she cried, “that’s toooo good…”

“Baby,” I said, stopping the thrusts, “that’s a problem.  It feels TOO good.  I’m gonna come too fast this way.”

“So,” she said, “isn’t that the object?”  She did her own thrusting, and when she wasn’t, her pussy was squeezing me.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

Giggles.  “Doing what?” she asked innocently.

“Hah!  You KNOW what.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.  You’re amazing.”

“Then let me make you come.”  A twelve year old girl was in front of me, impaled on my dick, and she wanted to make me come.

I thrust. Indescribable feelings ran through my entire being.

“Bill, it’s okay if you’re rougher with me.  I’m not gonna break, you know.  Do it hard.  Do what makes YOU feel good.”

I was cleared for what came next.  I pounded her, each thrust as deep as I could get it, I could feel my balls bouncing against her pussy.  I could feel waves deep inside me building.  And my abandon had an effect on Haley.

“Mmm. Bill!  Oh.  Mmmm.  Hard!  Iloveit!  Bill.  Hard! Mmmm.  Please!  Mmmmm.”  Haley was coming.  So was I.

I broke loose.  My first spurt came with me hauling her butt tight against me.  Her pussy was milking me.  “Haley!  You doll.  I’m coming!  Gahhh. Nnn.  Hnnnn!”

And she was going too.  “Mmmmmnnnnghhhhh! Bill!  GAhhhhh!”  We fell over on our sides. For a few seconds, the only sound was our ragged breathing.  Finally she stirred.  “mmmmmm!  Baby, remember the other day when we cleaned each other?”

How could I forget sixty-nining this little doll.  I told her so.

“Ya wanna?”

“What’s taking you so long to get here?”

Giggle.  Bed bounced.  Little girl headfirst down my torso ending up with her face at my dick.  Warm lips hungrily sucking and licking.  And there in front of me was a sopping, dripping pussy, its owner expecting it to be emptied of its juicy load.  I curled forward to comply.  A few minutes later, we were finished and she turned around to snuggle with me.

“Bill, that was fantastic.  Is it okay to say I love you now?”

“Awww, Haley, it’s one of the very best times.  And yes, I love you too.”

“Really, Bill?  Not just because I have sex with you and not because I’m a kid an’ you love kids?  LOVE love?”

I don’t know what made me say what I said next, but I determined in that moment that I’d go as far with this as Haley wanted.  She was almost thirteen, and I figured that her “love” might last two weeks or two months, some finite time period that was the pre-teen version of “forever”.  “Yes. LOVE love, Haley.”

Haley purred and turned those big brown eyes to me.  “Love like that is forever, Bill.”

“Sweetie,” I said, “I will love you forever.  However long that is for you, baby.”

“Forever is forever.”

Okay.  Tonight I left it at that.  I scooted down a little and kissed her delicious neck, her curls brushing my face.  She writhed in pleasure.

“Where are places like that on you, baby?” she asked.

“Oh, my neck works just like yours.” That statement rewarded me with a shower of kisses and bites.

“So, how do you get a hickey?”

“What do YOU know about hickeys?”

“Mom gets ‘em all the time.”

“Oh.” At least Haley got that much from her “family”, that an active sex life was not a bad thing.  “When you kiss, you suck real hard.  It makes a bruise under the skin.  Some people get ‘em easier than others.”

A pair of twelve year old girl’s lips fastened to my neck.

“And DON’T give me a hickey.  How would I explain a fresh hickey when you’re supposed to be spending the night with my daughter here?

“Yeah, I suppose so.”  She kept kissing my neck, then she moved down my chest and fastened on my left nipple, teeth and tongue working me over.  She knew what that did to me from a previous experience.  Her hand snaked down to find my dick to verify.  “I like it when it moves like that.”

She was feeling experimental and my balls were the object of her play.  I guided her through teeth and sucking and she found a spot underneath the rear of my sack that made my dick jump.  Jumpy dicks sometimes get put in little girls’ mouths.

Our next hours devolved into happy play as we sampled each other.  Another hard-on.  Haley found out about the missionary position.  My second thrust into her and her legs wrapped around me and never let go until she did.  And I did.  And we did.

Laying together in the afterglow, I asked, “Haley, have you ever slept in the nude?”

“Nuh-uh.  Why?”

“Your shoulders will get cold.  You might wanna put on your PJ top.”

“Tell ya what, babe,” she said, “I’ve never slept in the nude before, an’ I want the first time to be in YOUR bed, so that’s what I’m gonna do. No PJ's.”

“Okay, sweetie.  Just sayin’.”

She fixed me in a glare.  “An’ YOU sleep in the nude, too.  I get to say, you know.”

I laughed.  “Yes, YOU get to say.  And it’s getting late.”

“Not like you could say ‘it’s bedtime’, huh?”

My baby has a sarcastic streak.  I loved her even more.  I turned out the light and Haley snuggled into my arms.  A little hand encircled my dick.  Okay, that was good.  I stroked her pretty hair and then cupped her ass cheek with my hand.  I thought the hand on my dick was going to lead to something, but it was like security blanket to her.  I kissed her forehead lightly through her bangs and said, “Good night, sweet Haley.”

“Mmmmm,” was the response.  In a few minutes her breathing evened out and she drifted off to sleep.  I followed her into dreamland.  As I was drifting off, she moved slightly and her hand gripped my dick again.  We slept.  I think she probably slept more than me.  I was used to sleeping by myself, and twelve year old Haley was, too, and she was a tangle of legs and arms that flopped on me throughout the night.  But I just moved her to a comfortable configuration each time and went back to sleep with this little cutie.

I woke up to a pleasant warm wetness in my crotch.  My hand explored the cause and came up with a tousled head of brown hair.  Haley. “Haley.” I said.

“You know how fun it is to suck on you?”

“No, but from the way you do it, it must be fun.  How about turning around and letting ME have something to play with.”  Bounce.  Giggle.  Sixty-nine.  And before eight o’clock we both had orgasms.  And were cuddled up again.  Finally we got out of bed, got dressed, and I drove us out for breakfast.  When we got back, her family was back too.

We walked in the house so she could her clothes.  When the door closed, she jumped up, wrapping her legs around my hips and fastening her lips to my mouth.  Hot kisses ensued.

“Bill, I love you.  I love you this morning, an’ every morning.”

‘I love you too, my little Haley.”

She looked over her shoulder at me as she crossed the yard for home.

From that point, life went on.  Our trysts worked out to two or three times a week.  Overnights were every couple of weeks.  Later in the summer I took Haley on vacation with me.  I got the feeling that her mom and step-dad were just glad to have Haley out of the house and out from under-foot.  They thought she was vacationing with me and my daughter.

School started, Haley hitting the eighth grade.  Autumn afternoons found her and me under the tree in the front yard working on homework.  Deeper into the school year, my Haley was an honor student, something that had previously not happened.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t smart.  She possessed a natural intelligence and quick mind.  It’s just that nobody in her family was a believer in education, nor able to help her over the rough spots.  Having an engineer for a lover and best friend changed that.

Best friend?  Yes.  Still no kids in the little neighborhood at Haley’s age.  Parents ignored her.  I was who Haley talked to.  Yeah, she came over when my daughter was here, but still there was no real connection between them.  So when my car pulled in the drive, Haley was waiting for me, usually with school books, but sometimes just to visit.  You had to be really oblivious to the glow she wore when she left sometimes, but apparently her parents really were oblivious.

Her parents and I, we had discussions.  Haley’s mom caught me outside puttering one day.

“Hey, Bill,” She said.

“Oh, hi, Marie.” I said.  “How ya doing?”

“Pretty good actually.  Steve’s been working steady this year.”

“Yeah,” I said.  “I see him comin’ an’ goin’.  Helps things, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she said, brushing her lusterless hair out of her face with a hand holding a Marlboro.  “I kinda wanted to talk to you about Haley.”

Uh-oh, I thought.  Here it comes.  “She’s a sweet, smart little girl.”

“I guess,” said Marie.  “Sometimes she’s a pain in the ass, too.”

“Kids can be that,” I said.  “My daughter’s a handful.”

“But,” she says, “she’s gotten a lot better since she started hangin’ around with you an’ your daughter.  School.  Grades’re better.”

“Yeah.  She showed me her report card.  I work with her on homework sometimes.”

“Well, what I’m sayin’ is that Steve an’ I appreciate it.  Just wanted to tell you.  Sometimes I feel like I don’t pay enough attention to her, but with the baby an’ a new husband and all, well…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.  You do what you can.  Kids usually manage to live through it and turn out okay.  Haley’s always been easy for me to deal with. Reminds me of my little sister.”  Except I and my little sister weren’t fucking each other silly every chance we got, but I didn’t say that part.

“Well, we appreciate it.  But if she’s ever too much trouble, send her home.”

I got brave.  “Oh, she’s no trouble.  She could live here.”

And her stepdad Steve came over one day.  I was working on the lawn mower.  Steve was holding his beercan.  “Hey, bud,” he says, “Need help?”

“Hey, Steve.  Nah.  Got it one more time.  Gonna get a new one next year.  You’re working a lot, I see.”

“Yeah, they lettin’ me run a crew now.  Full time.  Overtime. Steady.  It’s good money.  Not that engineer money, but good for a redneck welder.”

“Uh-huh.  Glad to hear it, Steve. You’re gonna need a vacation before long.”

Yeah,” he said.  “Hey.  I see Haley’s coming over here a lot.”

Uh-oh.  Here goes.  “Yeah.  She started hanging out with my daughter.  Sometimes she comes over for homework help.  Or to borrow a movie.  Deena’s got all the current ones an’ half the time they end up over here.”

“Well, bud,” he said, “I ‘preciate you doin’ all that.  She’s a pure pain to me sometimes.  I don’t know how to handle her an’ I want her mom to stay happy, you know what I mean?”

“Marie said she was a handful, too.  I guess since she doesn’t live here, she’s always nice as pie.”

“Guess so.  But since you started kinda watchin’ her, she’s leveled out a bunch.  I appreciate it a lot.  But if she’s ever a bother, just send her home.”

“Oh, hell, Steve, she’s okay here any time.  Reminds me of my little sister. If I was married, I’d adopt her.”  Mighty brave of me.

“Don’t speak too soon, Bill. There’s times I’d give you a six-pack just to take her.”

And life went on.  February came.  It was cold outside and I was unloading stuff from my van when Steve’s pickup truck rolled into his driveway.

He waved as he got out.  “Hey, Bill, ya got a minute?”

“Sure,” I said.  “What’s up?”

“Me an’ Marie’s wanting to got to one of them NASCAR weekends but I don’t think we should take Haley out of school, and she hates the motor home.”  I thought how she didn’t hate it when she sneaked me inside one day for a quickie.  “Is there any way you could, like, watch Haley for a few days?”

“What dates?  I have to check on my work schedule.”

“So you’re, like, okay with it?”

“If I can swing it with work.”

“Good,” he said.  “I wouldn’t ask, but when we talked about her staying with her aunt an’ uncle, she said she could stay with you and your daughter. She really likes you.” Pause. “Uh, an’ your daughter.”

“Gee, that’s nice.  I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

The next day I told them I could do it.  They were planning on leaving on a Thursday and coming back late the following Monday.  I eyeballed the beat-up motor home they were taking, and figuring the chances that it would make the trip.  That thought proved to be prophetic.

Three weeks later, they left.  They thought I was going to go pick up my daughter to stay with Haley.  I wasn’t.  Haley wanted me to herself and the games she wanted to play weren’t the kind that dads played with daughters.

And play we did.  By Saturday our common ailments were raw lips and sore genitalia, so our sex became gentler, but we didn’t stop.  I think my little princess pumped a gallon of come out of me and I drank half of it back out of her pussy.  We watched movies.  We played games.   We talked.  We rode around the countryside.  And we loved each other.

Monday came.  Nobody drove in next door.  And Tuesday.  I began to worry.  I figured I’d get a phone call about them being stranded on the road with that rattletrap of a motor home.  What I didn’t expect was what happened next.

A knock on the door.  I answered.  Haley was in the background, thankfully fully dressed.  She recognized the lady at the door.  “Aunt Becky!  Hi!”

Aunt Becky didn’t look like she was happy.  “Haley, I need to talk to Mr. Bill.”

How did Aunt Becky know my name?  I found out.

“Mr. Bill,” she said, “Marie left us your name in case something happened.  I lost the note so I didn’t have your phone number.  I got bad news.”  Her eyes were way past the “They’re broke down in Alabama” stage.  “There’s been a wreck.”  She shook.

“Bad?” I asked.

Her shoulders shook.  Marie was her sister.  “Dead. Both of them.  An’ the baby.  Funeral in a couple of days.”

“Oh, my god. I’m sorry.  Becky, is it?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she sobbed.  I gave her a hug.  It was purely a sympathy hug.  She was almost her sister’s twin, right down to the reek of tobacco smoke.

“I came to see about Haley.  Is she okay here?”

“Yeah, sure.  As long as she needs to be here, she can stay.  I have a daughter.” And the daughter was a hundred miles away right now.  Her mom had moved.  But it was a good cover.

“We need to tell her.”

“Yeah.  Can I be there?  You think that would be okay?”

“Sure,” said Becky.  “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure.  But she might not want to stay here, you know.”  It could happen.  We were getting ready to drop a big bomb in little Haley’s life.  I couldn’t imagine how she would react.

We went in.  Haley knew something bad was up.  When she found out the news, she broke down.  She hugged her Aunt Becky and sobbed.

Finally Becky held Haley at arm’s length.  “Sugar,” she said, “do you want to come home with me, or do you want to stay with Mr. Bill for a while.”

Haley looked at me through teary eyes.  “Can I stay here, Mr. Bill?  I’ll be good an’ help around the house, okay?”

“Haley, you can stay here as long as you need, okay, baby?”

Becky sounded relieved when she said, “Honey, we can go to your house and get you some more clothes and stuff for school.  You have a house key, don’t you?”

Haley nodded.  They went and came back with a grocery bag of clothes and a pair of shoes.

Becky stayed at the door as Haley went inside.

“I’ll fix her up in the spare bedroom, Becky.  She’s good here.  I’ll get her off in the morning and give her a key so she can come in after school.”  Haley was standing at the door to the living room.  She coughed.

Becky continued, “I don’t know about the rest of the arrangements and stuff.  I’ll let you know as soon as I find out, okay?”  Becky left.

I held Haley. Quiet.  Then she looked at me.  “What?” I asked.

She said, “You said, “I’ll get her off every morning.”  And I almost choked.”

We did the funeral.  Sad.  I hurt for Haley.