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>be 19 >get messaged by a girl my best friend went to school with >she says she saw a picture of me so she thought she'd add me >have a lot of experience with girls so I know what it means when a girl stalks you >agree to be friends >two days in to our new friendship, she asks to hang out with me at a park by her house >I'm kinda nervous because I haven't driven my car on a long trip yet and she lives an hour away >she tells me she would be looking out her window for me so I say ok reluctantly
>>586987889 >I drive down to her house which is about a fucking hour drive to find that she's not at the park >I wait for about 40 minutes before deciding to go back home empty handed >pretty mad but hey, it was nice to get out of the house and a new experience >message her when I get home with "wtf, where were you?" >she replies with "Sorry!! My parents wouldn't let me come out" >ask her how old she is >she tells me she's 17 >eh, 19 to 17 isn't so bad, should be fine >she tells me if I go back to the park tomorrow that she will definitely show up >feeling rused and abused >consider it since she is pretty nice besides the fact that she stood me up >agree
>>586988349 >19 to 17 isn't so bad I know, it's not really a "young" story but I'm nearly 28 now. The previous thread made me feel young again and I wanted to share. Anyways.
>I message her the next day and she says she'll be there, she promises >still kinda iffy but decide I'll give her one last shot >I drive down to see her again and wait at the park like she ask >I'm waiting for 20 minutes and getting antsy >say fuck it and get ready to leave >mad as fuck >start car back up and getting ready to speed off when I look one last time to see this beautiful young girl walking briskly to my car from across the field
>>586983493 Can we have more q.t. loli stories for my mental 2d filter to work on, since last thread turned into childhood nostalgia relationships? Not that there anything wrong with that, it just messed with my expectations.
>>586988524 I'm typing it like this so I can get as much out as fast as possible. Chill the fuck out.
>>586988687 >she runs up to my car and I roll the window down >she's breathing heavy and she looks real happy to see me >feels good man >get out of my car and give her a big hug >"I didn't think you'd show. I was just getting ready to leave" >"I know! That's why I ran!" >she's so cute >hold her tight and give her a kiss without even thinking about it >it's now awkward at all and we end up kissing while holding each other outside my car for a few minutes As I said, I've had a lot of experience with girls but I never felt so natural with one. I would always feel nervous but she made me feel so carefree.
>>586989255 >she asks me to go with her to another part of the park >I follow her and there's a big tree with an old tree house in it >she climbs up and I follow >dat ass >as she's getting up into the tree house, reach up and squeeze that fine ass >goddamn >she squeels and laughs >I climb up into the tree house behind her where she practically pounces on me and we start making out >"I've never felt this way about anyone before, anon" >"Me either. I just feel so.. happy" >we cuddle up in the tree house and make out for a couple hours until she says she has to leave >she sounds bummed so I don't doubt her words >I ask her if I should just stay in the tree house until she's free again or if I should go >"That's up to you but we can do this again tomorrow if you want" >tell her I'll go home and think about her til then >she smiles and waves awkwardly as she runs back to her house while laughing >wave at her from the tree house thinking about how lucky I am to have had that moment with her
Preface: (You may skip if you'd like, it's unnecessary, but it does explain the why of this story's existence.)
I originally started this story simply as a method of dream creation. By that I mean that as I'm trying to sleep I will occasionally try to start a fantasy narrative in my head with the hope that as I fall asleep it will naturally flow into my dreams. This one turned out too good though and I quit trying to sleep entirely in order to start writing it.
While I was trying to come up with names for the main characters I kept coming back to Karen for the female lead. This is of significance because I primarily associate the name Karen with the older sister character from Rufus Fugit's epic 'Jenny's Couch'. If you want to read an amazing tale of preteen depravity and mind fucking you can't do much better.
(Warning spoilers for Jenny's Couch ahead.)
Much of the story focuses on the character Karen and the narrator's quest to coerce her into more and more outlandish forms of shame and degradation, originally in an effort to keep her from telling her parents of the narrator's sexual encounters with her younger sister Renee. As the story goes on though it becomes less and less about shaming her into silence and more about forcing the notion into her head that her only reason to be is to be a preteen prostitute and that god put her on this Earth specifically for that purpose.
After a number of chapters you can plainly see the effect this has on the child's psyche. She has accepted the fact that she is little more than a sperm receptacle and that she doesn't even have the human right to claim the actions perpetrated on her constitute rape. This didn't bother me THAT much. It did bother me some, but then I reached a chapter which was an interlude that skipped ahead to her freshman year of high school.
A friend of hers from middle school came up to her at her locker and told her he had something she had too see. He showed her a secret room and then Karen knew what was coming. He was going to ask her for sex. Her whore persona complied, but the little girl inside, which harkened back to her fifth grade self before she was told of her 'calling' was both angry and sad that the first true friend she ran into in her new school only wanted her for sex at that moment.
Towards the end of their encounter Karen is having trouble reaching orgasm, a problem she never has in earlier chapters. Anyhow, she pulls an Exacto blade from her bag and demands that he cut her. He tries to, but can't, however Karen shoves her thigh up into the blade and as her skin is cut her orgasm overcomes her.
This chapter made me truly sad. At that moment I pitied Karen. All I wanted to do was hold her, comfort her and tell her how her true calling wasn't that of a whore and that she's in control of her own life, but I know that even at 15 years old it's already too late for her.
And that's how my own character acquired the name Karen. I like to think of her as the same Karen as from the Jenny's Couch stories, just in an alternate universe. Her family and upbringing might not be the same, but in spirit this is the poor little girl who in the original story learns of sex and love (or lack thereof) in what may be considered a horrific manner. I wanted to give her a happy, uplifting and for once romantic entrance into the world of preteen sex.
Now with that said this is in no way a negative criticism of Rufus Fugit's story. It is an amazingly crafted piece of erotica and I spilled countless loads while reading it, but it cannot be denied that Karen is a poor lost soul who will never experience emotional love and sex at the same time. I just find that to be sad.
It was an uncomfortably hot July day and I needed to cool off. The dam by the old mill was a nice swimming hole and near enough that I could walk, so I set off at about 2PM, taking nothing but a ten dollar bill, stowed in a zippered pocket. It was my just in case money. Never leave home without it, you'll never know what you might need it for.
The walk never took more than about 15 minutes and the roads taken are all minor ways with very little traffic. The dam is in the old industrial end of town that is all but deserted now as far as actual industry is concerned. A number of houses and apartment complexes had sprouted up in around the 70s and 80s. Some of them were low income housing and others middle class. It was not a good part of town, but neither was it bad.
After ten minutes of walking I reached the path through the woods to get to the dam. The going would be slower from here, but it wasn't more than a few hundred yards away anyhow. I could hear the water rushing over and I also heard the sound of other people. The dam was a very popular spot for the teen and 20s crowd and being 25 myself I fit right in. Considering all the commotion surely there were a few people drinking. Nothing wrong with that though. Fortunately the man who owns the land is just fine with people partying and such as long as the dam and surrounding area are kept clean. I'd usually see him three or four times a year and he was never less than welcoming, even enjoying a few beers offered by people likewise enjoying his dam.
I reached the end of the path and the woods gave way to meadow on either side of the smallish river that splashed over the dam. The dam was built unevenly on purpose and as such the water only poured over the right hand side if you were facing the dam. The ledge of the left side stood about three feet higher than the right and offered a fun little jump of about 12-15 feet. As I made my way onto the dam I saw a kid, looked about 14, jump off and do a half assed cannon ball. When he surfaced his friends cheered for him. Cheering for a cannon ball? Really? Wait till these guys see my aerial skills.
Taking a survey I noticed about 16 to 20 people ranging in age from about 10 to 30. The cannon ball kid was from what appeared to be the largest group, made up of seven kids in their mid to late teens. There was another group of five, these ones 20 somethings, enjoying some afternoon brews. The rest seemed to be lone wolves and couples. One oddity was a little girl, couldn't have been a day over 12 , keeping to herself. She was a cute one, too, Still too young to have any curves, but you could see the promise in her young figure. Her oval face though was immaculate. She had a button nose and her cheeks were flawlessly smooth. Her mouth was formed by a pair of pouty lips that naturally rested in a slight frown. Topping it off she had piercing blue eyes that would outshine diamonds.
I looked away from her and towards the dam. I wouldn't want to be caught leering, after all. After a second person from the largest group jumped I made my way to the jump point and took my spot as if to jump straight in.
"Is it safe?" I asked, as I turned around, positioning my feet so my heels hung just over the edge.
"Yeah man, it's nothing. Come on g-"
That's all I heard as I gave a little grin and launched into a back flip which pierced the water at a perfect vertical angle. I was no greenhorn when it came to the art of air.
I surfaced to a roaring applause as I swam to the edge and climbed out. I casually made my way back to the top of the dam and as I came out of the woods (the path from the bottom intersected with the path I took to get here) the group gave me another cheer.
"That was pretty slick, dude," said one of the guys from the drinking group. "You want a brew?"
"Nah," I replied. I like to keep sober for the tricks.
The little girl walked up next to me and looked up. "Hey mister," she said, "that was a really cool flip."
"Why thank you, little lady," I answered.
I took this opportunity to study her closer. She stood right around four and a half feet tall and wore a one piece bathing suit. It was black with a thick diagonal stripe of electric blue going from her right shoulder to her left hip. Her hair reached the middle of her back, appearing to be dirty blonde, but since it was wet she was probably straight up blonde. The only hint of a womanly figure were the protrusions of her just budding breasts, little more than bumps where her nipples should be. Her hips were still quite narrow and her legs were lean, which made her slight bubble of a butt all the more surprising. Yes, she would indeed be beautiful some day, but then again, I already fancied her today.
"I wanna jump too..." she said, startling me out of my assessment of her body "...but I'm scared."
"There's nothing to it, darling. Just jump out and gravity will do the rest."
"I... I won't hit the bottom will I?" she asked with a look of concern.
"Not a chance," I assured her. "You're far too light to make it that deep. Just jump right out here and you'll be good," I pointed out to the best direction to jump and she nodded. The little girl turned towards the edge of the dam and threw herself right off a moment later. Brave little girl that one.
Down at the bottom I saw her surface and I cheered for her as she did. She tried her best to swim to the edge of the lower pool, but it was obvious she was having difficulty. A moment later I saw her head duck under the water and I immediately jumped off the dam towards her. I reached her in an instant and pulled her up till her head was clear of the water. She gasped and choked a bit as I swam the two of us back towards the side of the pool.
"Are you OK?" I asked her. "Why on Earth did you jump if you can't swim?"
"I'm fine," she said, "now. Thanks a lot, mister. And I can swim! Just... not very well."
I stood her up and got to my own feet, then motioned her to walk up the path as I followed her. "I see that, sweety, by the way, I'm Shane, what's your name?"
She turned around towards me and at that moment she was on a rock so our eyes were level. She looked straight into my eyes, her shining diamonds piercing my soul and she opened her mouth to answer. "I'm Karen. Karen Labee, pleased to meet you sir," Karen extended her had as she said that.
I reached for her hand and gave her a shake. "Please," I said, "just call me Shane."
"OK, Shane," Karen giggled. "Thank you, so much for helping me. I didn't know what to do back there.
"Well, it's not my place to judge since you're not my child, but I'd never let someone who wasn't a strong enough swimmer swim in a flowing river like this, especially alone. Where are your parents?"
"My mom's at work right now, well, maybe not, it's got to be right around time for her shift to end, maybe she's home already," Karen stated with a slight sigh. I could tell it bothered her. Perhaps her mother worked too much. She continued, "I don't have a father."
Poor little girl I thought, here she is all alone because her mom has to work, probably too much, and there isn't even a father around to care for her.
"Tell you what," I told her as I motioned forward for us to climb the path. "How about the two of us grab a quick snack and I'll walk you home?"
"I don't want to be a burden," Karen said quietly.
"It's no burden, honey," I replied. I could use the company. I'm pretty lonely myself.
"Well, if you insist then sir."
"I do insist, Karen. And I said it's Shane, remember?"
"Ohh, right," Karen said as she turned left onto the path back towards the road. "If you insist, Shane." She let out a little giggle as she said my name. "Sorry Shane, it's just a little weird for me to call an adult by his first name. I was taught never to-"
"Never mind all that. I hardly think of myself as an adult anyway." Karen laughed at that.
We reached the road and I asked Karen which way her house was. "I'm on Briarwood," came her reply, so we walked towards Briarwood, chatting as we went. A few minutes later we were passing a small store and I put my hand on her shoulder. Karen turned and looked up at me.
"How about an ice cream?" I asked her.
"Oh I'd love that Shane," Karen said as she clapped her hands together three times.
"What's your poison?" I asked her as I sidled up to the counter.
"Ohh I'd love some coconut ice cream, it's my favorite."
"It's one of mine too," I told her. "Two coconut cones please, medium," I told the girl behind the counter. She looked to be about 17 and certainly a healthy specimen with her curvaceous figure and firm breasts, but then I glanced back down at Karen and I knew instantly which of the two I'd rather bed. I fished the ten out of my pocket and paid for the cones, then shortly after the girl handed me one which I handed to Karen. Mine arrived moments later and Karen and I set off towards Briarwood again.
We finished our cones just as we turned down Briarwood and I looked down at her to see a bit of ice cream dripping off the side of her cheek and running down towards her chin. My mind immediately went somewhere wrong and imagined it was cum dripping from her face after receiving a facial.
"Karen, honey," I said, "you've got a bit of ice cream on your face." Karen just wiped her face with the side of her arm and looked at me again. It was cleaner, but there was still a little smudge. "Close enough," I told her and she giggled at me.
"Here's my house," Karen piped up as we approached an apartment complex and she began walking up towards the main door. "Looks like my mom isn't home yet, well, thank you for everything, Shane."
"It was my pleasure, Karen," I told her and she reached up to give me a hug. I lowered myself and Karen wrapped her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her too and my hands naturally fell to her plump rear end. I gently kneaded her bottom and her body went rigid. I stopped and removed my hands from her pert young butt, not wanting to scare her.
"It's OK," Karen said as she hugged me tighter. I put my hands on her skinny hips and rubbed them gently as I slowly worked my hands back around to her tush. With my hands in place now I once again started massaging Karen's rear end. She melted into me and I could feel the hot skin of her cheek against my chest as she sighed.
Then I realized I was in public in broad daylight groping a preteen girl, so I pulled myself away. "I guess I'll see you later then, kiddo," I said to her as I stepped back.
"Bye Shane. Thanks again for saving me," Karen said sweetly. "Ohhh and thanks for the ice cream, too. It was yummy."
"It was my pleasure, Karen," I told her and waved as she skipped towards her front door. I kept my eyes fixed on her tight rear end. My god was it spectacular. Karen entered and the front door closed behind her, then I turned and started the walk home.
After I got back to the end of Briarwood I started home down the bike path. Karen's house was actually closer to my own than the dam was, so in under ten minutes I was back inside my house. Good thing I suppose. I didn't mean to spend that much time away from home. I still have work to do before the end of the day. I fired up my PC and got ready to work. I let out long sigh as the desktop appeared on the screen.
Had that really just happened? I wondered. Did I really just save an adorable preteen girl from drowning and then get rewarded with a feel of her little ass? Certainly not the worst way I could have spent a day I mused before getting to work.
>>586990753 Yeah m8, I didn't want it to end so early, plus because of you, I got to hear of other experiences that made me wish it happened to me, Kinda wish it was still going strong like the last one though :/
>>586990240 K. I wasn't sure if anyone was still interested. Thanks.
>>586989932 >we messaged each other for a few days since then but she was busy with school, so I couldn't go see her sadly >the weekend rolls around and she's free so I'm super excite >she asks me if I know what day it is >say no >"It's SATURDAAAY!!" >smile knowing what that means >ask if I can see her just to make sure >she says yes >drive down to see her and she's there waiting for me at the park this time >oh and don't it feel good~ >get out of car and run to her >she runs to me and we hug and kiss >I pick her up and spin her around in circles while holding her close >"I really like you!" >"I really like you too. I'm glad we met" >she grabs me by the hand and leads me to my car >ask her what she had in mind >she asks me to drive her around >ask where >she wanted to go to a cul-de-sac to hang out in the car where no one would see us >drive us there >we talk a little bit but end up making out >she starts grabbing my dick through my pants >I get hard and start groping her breasts through her shirt >she starts using more tongue and moaning into my mouth to let me know she wants more >she starts messing with the button on my pants, so I slip one hand under her shirt to feel her breasts and my other hand into her shorts >I start rubbing her nipples and pussy while she starts to jack me off in my pants
It had been a very long week. I must've spent 70 hours on my PC over the last seven days trying with varying levels of success to get the damned system to work properly. I don't know what the fuck the idiots over at INTECH did to it, but god damn was it ever fucked. I finally got it to properly recognize data and execute again last night. There's still plenty more to do before it's useable, but it's a start. I slept the sleep of the dead for ten hours and woke feeling better than I had all week. Thinking back though last week was totally worth it. I made a little over $10,000 in those 70 hours of torture. I can only imagine how much the company I work for is going to bill INTECH for my work.
Continuing to think back to last week I chuckled to myself. It was definitely worth it. Last week I met the most beautiful little preteen girl, Karen Labee, rescued her from a possible drowning, befriended the little waif and even managed to cop a feel of her ass. I really hope I get to see her again some day, but what are the chances? I suppose I could wander back and forth on Briarwood hoping she spots me, but I'm not that desperate.
Thinking about it though, I've done very little this week besides work and sleep. I deserve a reward and heading back to the dam for some cool down sounds just great. It was a warm day, but not the scorcher it was last week. Still, I did like a good dip in the river.
Once again I stuffed an emergency tenner into my pocket (It sure did come in handy last time), tossed my shirt onto the couch because I just plain didn't feel like wearing one and headed out to the garage. I pulled my bicycle out, checked the pressure in its tires and took off.
The ride only took about five minutes before I reached the path towards the dam. I dismounted my bike and wheeled it into the woods. Once again I heard the noise of a crowd at the dam. It was quieter this time, no doubt owing to the fact that it wasn't as hot out. In a few moments I broke out of the woods into the clearing and quickly walked towards the dam. I leaned my bike up next to a nearby tree and took in the scene.
Looking around I saw about eight or ten people around and they all looked to be in their teens. There were no discernible groups this time. Perhaps they were all one group or perhaps they were just socializing. It wasn't important.
I was very much in the mood to jump so I quickly made my way towards the high side of the dam. The small crowd parted for me and I turned around to prepare to do a back flip. I was in the process of bending my knees to propel myself from the ledge when I thought I heard a soft voice call my name. I looked to the left and right, but didn't see anyone. Then I heard it again. It was coming from behind a group of older teens. Looking their way I could see a hand waving over their heads.
I stepped away from the edge of the dam and walked towards the waving hand. "Who is that?" I called and then I saw her. Karen stepped out from behind the group of teens and waved at me. Just seeing her put a smile on my face and I ran up to meet her. She was wearing the same one piece bathing suit as last time but this time her honey colored hair was dry and pulled back behind her in a high pony tail. I held my arms out and Karen wrapped her arms around my waist, her small form pressed firmly against me. I wrapped my arms around her, my left hand came to rest on her left ass cheek and my right found her shoulder.
I hugged her tightly and I heard her soft voice, almost a whisper, "I missed you, Shane. I missed you so much," she said.
I released her and looked down into her sparkling azure eyes as she looked up at me. "I missed you too, Karen," I told her. "I thought I'd never see you again," I continued. "I guess we're just lucky to meet up again so soon."
"Not exactly lucky," Karen told me with a devilish grin. I gave her a quizzical look and she went on. "I've been here every day since last week hoping you'd come back. And now you have."
I gently nudged Karen away from the dam and towards the meadow, wanting a little more privacy before we really talked. I could feel the stares on the back of my neck of some of the kids around. I didn't want any of them getting the wrong idea (or the right idea, for that matter) so I did my best to keep my hands to myself as Karen and I found somewhere we could talk alone.
When we had enough distance between us and the rest I lowered myself to the soft grass of the meadow, and patted the ground in front of me. Karen had a seat, her legs crossing Indian style the same as mine. I held my arms out slightly, my elbows resting on my knees and my hands palms up. Karen placed her hands in mine and we both squeezed gently as we once again looked each other in the eyes.
"Karen," I began, speaking softly. "Why would you do that? Come here every day just to see me." I gently stroked her fingers with my thumbs as I spoke.
"Because I love you, Shane," came her even response.
"Honey, we only spent barely more than an hour together, you can't possibly know that," My words were gentle, but I could see the pain they caused her.
A tear rolled down one of her cheeks and more firmly she spoke, "I love you, Shane. I love you, I love you, I love you."
I pulled her close and held her, rubbing her back as her tears started flowing more freely. She kept repeating those same three words, her voice trailing off into sobs as she did. I kept holding her and continued gently rubbing her till she quieted and her body stopped shaking. When I felt that her breathing was even again I pulled away and looked into her eyes once again. They were red rimmed and puffy from crying, but when I gave her a smile she smiled back at me.
"I like you too, sweetheart," I told her, when I finally spoke, "but I don't know if what we have is love just yet. You're so emotional right now because you're thinking about what might've happened if I weren't there to pull you from the river. You're right for feeling the way you do, but before you pledge your soul to me how about you reflect on it for another week or two OK?"
"Ohhhh... OK," Karen said softly. Um... Can, can we just go swim or something? Get my mind off of this."
"Yeah," I said with a smile. But I don't know about here. You're not a very strong swimmer, remember?"
"It's OK," Karen said with confidence in her voice. "You're here, nothing bad can happen to me now."
"Well, OK, we can do one jump," I conceded. "I'll jump first so I'll be down there in case something happens."
"OK!" Karen squealed, obviously pleased. I stood up and extended my hands to her. She grabbed on and I pulled her to her feet. The two of us went towards the dam again, no one giving us any dirty looks any more. That was a relief to me. I didn't want anyone getting suspicious and maybe saying something to the authorities.
I took my spot again at the edge of the dam and turned around to look at Karen. "Ooooh, you're going to do it again," Karen chirped, clapping as she did. I nodded to her as I positioned myself, just my toes and the balls of my feet still on the dam. Then with practiced precision I bent my knees, threw my hands up and pushed myself off of the dam in one clean motion, flipping in the air and adding a half twist at the end. My landing wasn't as clean as the week before, but the trick was better, so I got a loud round of applause when I surfaced. I swam back from the spot where I landed and motioned for Karen to jump.
Without a hint of fear Karen leaped off of the cliff and splashed down about fifteen or twenty feet in front of me. As she surfaced I shouted to her what a brave girl she was. I could see her struggling with her swimming, but I encouraged her and slowly but surely she paddled towards me. When she finally reached me I turned my back to her. Her hands found purchase on my shoulders and when she was close enough she wrapped her coltish legs around my waist. I started swimming towards the edge of the pool with Karen on my back and when I got close enough to the edge I stood up, with Karen still holding on. I stepped up onto the rocks and bent my knees slightly.
"Slide off, Karen," I called back. "I'd be happy to carry you further, but the path is a little too treacherous to do it safely."
The little girl gently dropped to the ground and I turned around to face her when she was free of my back.
"So... what now?" Karen asked.
"I have an idea if you're up for it," I told her.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"I have a membership at the Y," I said. "I can bring a guest too. Want to go to swim at the Y? I can give you swimming lessons while we're there."
"OK, I'm going to have to go back to my house and get my car," I said that as I started walking up the path, with Karen in step behind me. "You should go back to your house and throw some clothes on over that bathing suit of yours."
"OK, I will," Karen said, happiness in her youthful voice.
We reached the part of the trail that intersected with the path out of the woods and I stopped. "OK, I have to get my bike," I spoke, "but you should just go home now. The fewer people seeing us together the better." Karen nodded. "Now after you get changed go back to the store where we got ice cream and wait inside. I'll stop in with my car, it's a black sports car. When you see me walk in, you just walk out and sit down in the passenger seat, OK?" Karen nodded again. "OK, kiddo, I'll see you in a bit," I said as I started backing off towards the dam. Karen waved at me then turned to go back home.
I went back to the dam, collected my bike and headed back out towards the street. I pedaled quickly home and returned my bike to the garage. I went upstairs to my bedroom and put on a T shirt. Then I grabbed my keys and had a quick bite to eat. I wanted to be sure that Karen had enough time to get home, change and get back to the store before I arrived.
In the garage I opened the door and got into my car, a 2003 Chevrolet Corvette 50th anniversary edition. It sure was nice to make enough to afford toys like this, I thought as I sat down inside. I fired up the car, put it in reverse, let the clutch out and backed out of the garage. In only a few minutes I was at the store. I parked my car and entered. I walked to the beverage aisle to grab a bottle of soda or something and I saw Karen standing near the cooler looking in.
She was still wearing her bathing suit, it appeared to be a two toned shirt which disappeared into her tiny purple denim shorts. They hugged her body very tightly and had no back pockets. They may as well have had a sign on the back saying "pedos stare here." A pair of black flip flops finished off her summer look.
She saw me and smiled. I nodded to her. "Can I have this?" she asked, holding up a bottle of Coke she had just fished out of the cooler.
"No," I said and she pouted. I took the bottle from her and put it back in the rack before grabbing two glass bottles of Coke. "You can have one of these though, Coke tastes way better with real sugar." She smiled once again. I gestured towards the door. Karen got the hint and started walking towards the exit.
I took the bottles of soda to the counter and the clerk rang me up, I paid with cash and then returned to the car. As I lowered myself into the driver seat and closed the door Karen looked at me with a huge smile on her face. "This sure is a nice car," she said. "I've never been in one. You must be really rich or something."
"I like it too," I told her, "it's fast as fuck and no one ever asks me to help them move," I chuckled as I said that. Karen smiled too. "I wouldn't say I'm rich though," I continued, "well off certainly, but not rich." I used the edge of my key chain and popped the cap off of one of the bottles of coke and handed it to her. I followed suit with the other, then I leaned my bottle towards her and Karen clanged hers together with mine.
"To new friendships" I proclaimed.
"To new friendships!" Karen agreed emphatically.
I started the car and pulled onto the road. As I did that Karen started poking at the dash, I assumed she was trying to turn the radio on. I brushed the back of her hand with my fingers and took hold, wrapping my own fingers around to her palm. I then guided her hand through the sequence on the touch screen to turn on the radio.
>>586991625 >I stick a finger inside of her after I get her wet enough >she starts moaning and grinding into my hand while jacking me off quicker >I stick another finger inside of her and get rougher >she's loses it and pulls away >she starts bucking her hips and moaning like a whore >she's still jacking me off and I cum a little bit in my pants without even realizing it because I was so caught up watching her >holy shit she is hot >we start making out passionately while out of breath >she says she wants to fuck me but she's gotta go >GODDAMN, FOR REAL?? >I drive her back to the park near her house >she says sorry and waves to me before running back to her house >feel used
Continuing to the last bit of this story. Warning, it gets awkward and then very sad.
"So what are we going to listen to?" I asked Karen.
"How about some Boyzone?" she said. Then she started cracking up. I chuckled along with her. She tuned the radio to the local pop station. Well, it wouldn't be my first choice, but I could put up with that. Taylor Swift's most recent single starter pumping out of the speakers, far too loudly. "Why so loud? Karen shouted over the radio then she turned it down to a listenable level.
"Metal is supposed to be loud," I answered.
"So, you're a metal head, huh," Karen said, more a statement than a question.
"Yup, and you listen to boy bands," I said with a laugh. Karen gave me a dirty look before cracking up herself. I liked watching her laugh.
I continued navigating the streets while Karen's head bobbed with the music. Whenever I was in the same gear for more than a few moments I'd lay my right hand on her left hand or brush her arm or leg. Any sort of friendly contact. I could tell she liked it and I did as well.
Twelve minutes of driving later we arrived at the Y and we both got out of the car and I locked it with the fob. Then I popped the trunk and grabbed out a pair of towels. I handed one of them to Karen and she thanked me, then we both made our way into the building. I showed the counter person my membership card and told her that Karen would be my guest. She wrote something down onto a notebook and asked me if I'd need a lock.
"Two, please," I said and she gave them to me. I gave one of them to Karen and told her to follow me. We walked down a hallway and when we reached the locker rooms I motioned Karen towards the women's room. "Change up and leave your clothes and towel in a locker. Just like gym class I'm sure. I'll meet you right here."
"OK! Karen said excitedly and made a bee line for the proper locker room. I entered the men's locker room and quickly changed. After shoving my shirt, shoes and towel into a free locker I made my way back out to where I told Karen I'd meet her. A minute or two later Karen walked out of the other locker room and started walking towards the aquatics room, with Karen on my heels.
The aquatics room was huge. It would have to be to hold a lap pool, a kids pool and a pair of hot tubs. The lap pool also had a pair of diving boards, one just off the surface and the second one on a platform ten feet from the water. I wondered how long it would be before I'd be showing Karen how to dive from that.
I walked over to the counter where a woman was stationed and handed her my key. Karen saw what I did and followed suit. The woman put the two keys into a cubby together and reminded me of the two lock numbers. I thanked her and walked away.
I led Karen over to the kids pool and she was about to object till I told her that she was a beginner and that three or four feet of water was plenty to learn in anyhow. I jumped right in, making a bit of a splash, but not bothering anyone who was already in the water. Karen followed me in, her tiny body making a much smaller splash.
"Now, this might sound silly, but when I was a kid and my mom sent me to swimming lessons the teacher always started every lesson by having us blow bubbles into the water, so lets have at it, kiddo," I smiled at Karen and then lowered my face to the water line. I started blowing bubbles and Karen giggled before doing it herself. "OK, Karen, now that you're nice and relaxed, how about you show me what you can do. Swim towards the other end of the pool." I pointed beyond myself towards the deeper end of the pool. It was only four feet at the deepest point, so Karen would be safe.
Karen clumsily began swimming away from me and I followed her easily. I saw right away a number of issues with her technique, but allowed her to finish off what I asked. By the time she finally reached the other end and grabbed onto the side of the pool she was huffing and puffing. "How'd I do?" The child asked expectantly."
"Well, You're definitely putting in a lot of effort." She frowned slightly at that. "It's OK, that's why we're here," I told her. "Now hop on and I'll swim us back to the shallow end." I turned my back to her and again she latched on the same as back at the dam. I gave a number of strong stroked and propelled us to the other end in no time. Karen dismounted and stood looking up at me.
"OK, so what'd I do wrong?" she asked.
"Well," I said, "The first thing is your hands are all wrong. Look do this," I showed her my hand as I cupped it slightly. "This way you catch the water in your hand and push it back, thus pushing you forward."
"Alright," Karen said. "Anything else?"
"Your arms are all over the place," I informed her. You want a more consistent stroke. Keep your elbows around 90 degrees and pull with your shoulders like this," I showed her the motion with my arms and she mimed me. "Good, now what I want you to do is lay on my hands and when I say so start doing that, OK?"
"OK!" Karen replied excitedly. I'm glad she was enjoying the lesson. I got the impression that she enjoyed learning.
I held my arms down, elbows at an angle and put my hands out palms up. My hands were a good foot under the water. Karen sort of jumped at my hands and I caught her, positioning my left hand between her chest and belly button. My right hand supported her under her thighs. I lifted her up till she was most of the way out of the water. It felt like I was lifting a cloud. She couldn't have weighed more than 65 pounds.
"OK, Karen, give it a shot," I said and the youngster started doing the motion I showed her. I could feel her pulling herself forward and I held back enough to keep her in place. "Good, good, now point your toes and kick." She followed this instruction as well and I lowered her into the water and let her go. She took off towards the other end of the pool and reached the side much faster than her first try. I followed her over and she turned around just as I got there.
"And how was that?" she asked smiling.
"Much better, honey," I told her truthfully. "You're a very quick learner."
"That's what my school teachers say too," Karen beamed as she spoke.
"Now how about we keep doing laps for a bit?"
"Okie dokie, Shane!" Karen said, her voice full of cheer and she took off towards the shallow end. I swam after her and caught up quickly, at which point I slowed to match her speed. We both reached the other end and I stood expecting Karen to stop, but she turned around and headed right back the other way. I again paced her and at the other end she did the same thing.
She finally stopped when we reached the shallow end again and she stood up. I stood up too and looked down at her. Her face was the very image of happiness. "This is so much more fun than before," Karen said, her voice practically a song. "Is there anything else I need to do differently?" she asked. I was proud of her for wanting to keep improving.
"You're doing great, Karen," I told her truthfully. "The only thing I can think of is maybe try kicking your feet harder and faster. Your leg motion should start at the hips and flow all the way down. Think of the way a fish wiggles its tail. I think you can get even quicker if you do that."
"Can do!" Karen said with confidence and started towards the other end again.
"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on, kiddo," I said loud enough for her to hear. She stopped and looked at me, concerned.
"Quite the opposite," I said. "I thought maybe you'd like to try the big pool instead."
"You sure?" she asked.
"Absolutely!" I proclaimed.
"OK then," Karen swam towards the edge of the pool and pulled herself up and out of the water. I was right behind her and as she strained to get her right knee up to the side of the pool she bent slightly at the waist. As she did so I had a magnificent view of her taught backside. I could see her muscles working as she extracted herself from the water and realized that the plumpness of her rear came not from any extra padding, but from a very strong pair of glutes. I quickly figured out that it must have been the work of her gymnastics classes, although perhaps just a bit of help came in the form of superior genetics.
I pulled myself our of the water and adjusted myself, not wanting Karen to see that I was at half mast. Luckily she never looked back, but instead quickly walked towards the lap pool. She jumped right in and I followed her. She took the right hand edge lane and I took the one next to her. For the next twenty minutes the two of us swam lengths, stopping every now and again to chat. Karen's technique kept improving and by the time we stopped for the final time you'd never know that just an hour or so ago she could hardly swim.
"Do you know how much time you have till your mom gets home?" I asked her. "I should probably get you home before she does."
"Just let me out at the park at the end of my road," Karen said. "I can walk home from there and mom will never know."
"Can do, kiddo," I said to her. "Now how about we go get dried off and change?" Karen Nodded and the two of us swam towards the ladder. I offered her the opportunity to exit first, partly to be considerate, but mostly because I wanted another look at her shapely rear end. After getting out I went to the counter and retrieved our keys. I gave Karen hers and the two of us went to our respective locker rooms.
I threw on my shirt, socks and shoes quickly and again was out before Karen was. Karen came out moments later and the two of us left the building and piled into my car. I put the key into the ignition and was about to start the car when Karen spoke. "I want to thank you for this, Shane," she said. "Now I'll never have to be scared of the water because of you."
"It was my pleasure, Karen," I said smiling at her.
Karen threw herself over the center console and wrapped her arms around my head pulling me towards her. Before I knew what was happening she was kissing me. I was a little stunned, but regained myself fairly quickly. I didn't do anything to stop her though as she pressed her lips against mine more firmly. Finally realizing again just how public this parking lot was I broke the kiss and gently pushed her away.
"I'm sorry," Karen said, a hint of guilt and sadness in her voice. "It's OK if you're mad at me."
"I'm not mad, honey," I replied. "I'm concerned. This is a very public place. If people saw me kissing a ten year old I could be in a lot of trouble."
"So... you didn't hate it?" Karen asked, hopefully.
"Honestly, I wanted it as much as you do. I know it's wrong, but it felt right."
"I thought so too," Karen said. "The naughtiness of it all is exciting. It doesn't hurt that you're a major hunk either." I smiled at that compliment.
"Well, maybe next time we can leave a little earlier and find some privacy somewhere," I suggested.
"So, there's gonna be a next time?" Karen asked. "Good to know."
"Of course there's going to be a next time, honey," I answered with a big smile. "I still have to teach you how to dive."
"Ohh I'd love to learn that, thanks."
"It will be my pleasure, now how about I get you home?" I started up the car as I said that and I began the drive towards Briarwood. Over the course of the drive we kept talking about swimming and I kept telling her how proud I was of how quickly she learned. With every compliment Karen beamed and it made me happy to see her so pleased. She really was beautiful when she was happy.
"So, shall we meet up again tomorrow?" I asked Karen.
"I'd like that," she said.
"At the store again?" I suggested. "Noonish?"
"Yeah, that works," Karen replied.
In short order I turned down Karen's street and she ducked low in the seat as I did. "Good idea," I said when she did that. I pulled into a space at the park and told Karen the coast was clear. She said goodbye, popped her door open and exited the car. I watched her as she walked away towards her house. Her walk was still very child like since her hips had not yet widened, but my god, her apple of an ass was quite the site to behold as it turned to and fro. I envisioned myself laying kisses on its bare skin and once again my penis hardened.
I'll have to work that load out when I get home, I thought. I had more work to do on INTECH's fucked up system and I certainly wouldn't be able to think with preteen ass on my mind.
Karen now out of sight I pulled out of my parking space and drove back home, my erection aching the whole drive back.
>>586992742 >she seems distant for a long time and isn't logging on to the instant messenger as often >feeling used even more >feel like shit >about a week later, she's finally got time to talk >she's not her normal cheery self >something's up >ask what's wrong >she says nothing but she wants to hang out >agree and drive down to see her >she walks to the car this time and I ask her if everything is okay again >she insists that everything is fine >it's not; something's up >try to cheer her up with some nickleback Yeah, I know but it was fun to act stupid and sing along with the songs with her. >ask her what she'd wanna do >she says she doesn't know >the beach is near by >ask her if she wants to go >she says yes I'm so tempted to LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH. EVERY TIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH.
Just playing. >we get to the beach and hold hands while walking on the white sand >so comfy >tell her she looks beautiful >she tells me she went on a cruise with her parents and got a nice tan while she was away >So That's Why She Was Gone >ask her how come she didn't tell me >she forgot to tell me because she was in a hurry to get back home >she was apparently almost grounded for being out so late >damn, her parents really are strict >decide we should dance >I sing a romantic song for her while we dance alone on the beach - the wind in our hair >we dance around and sing to each other for a few minutes before she pulls me over to a set of wooden stairs >"I want to blow you"
I ended up working three loads out of my balls over the course of the rest of the day and still found myself painfully rigid when I lay down to sleep. I knew I'd have to do it again if I wanted to have any chance of getting to sleep and I definitely wanted to do that ASAP since I didn't want to risk missing Karen tomorrow.
After my fourth rather powerful orgasm of the day I drifted off to sleep, images of my preteen princess swimming through my head. I awoke the following morning around nine o'clock to the feeling of stiffness in my penis. Not again, I thought as I quickly and methodically extracted yet another load from my overworked balls. With that out of the way I got out of bed and went through my morning routine then I went downstairs and fixed a quick breakfast.
Noting that it was still before ten I had a seat at my computer to try to get one more thing out of the way with the INTECH job. I figured I'd be all done with their work in another couple of days and I was really looking forward to the ability to relax a bit. It was also helpful to have something with which to keep my mind occupied because every moment I didn't thoughts of Karen surfaced, which inevitably lead to my penis stirring.
Glancing again at the clock I saw that it was already 11:40. I didn't want to be late so I saved my work, gathered my things and went down to the garage. I fired up my Corvette and backed it out. I drove casually over to the store and arrived right around ten of noon. I went inside and wandered the aisles. Karen was not around yet, so I grabbed a drink and a free newspaper from by the door. I had a seat at the table provided for customers and started to read the paper. A few moments later I heard the sound of a bottle being placed on the table and looked up over my paper.
There stood Karen, a big smile curling her lips and her right hand holding a glass bottle of Coke. Today she wore a cute little blue and white tartan skirt and a light blue cami top. The colors didn't quite match, but they were close enough that they looked good together. She also had on little black dress shoes and a pair of white knee socks. The small bands of skin visible between her socks and the hem of her skirt enticed me. Her honey colored hair was up in a pony tail yet again, this one not as high on the back of her head as last time. The scrunchie matched the pattern of her skirt exactly. I don't know what the occasion was for her dressing up like so, but I was glad for it.
I put down my paper and grabbed her bottle of soda, which she thanked me for, then I headed to the register with it. By the time I finished paying Karen had already left the store. When I got outside she was sitting in the passenger seat of my car all ready to go.
I lowered myself into the driver's seat and before I had my keys out Karen had wrapped her slim arms around my neck and was giving me a hug. "Well, good afternoon to you, too," I chuckled as I returned the embrace, feeling the warmth of her skin on my hands and on my chest through her cami. A few moments later Karen broke off the hug and returned to her own seat.
"So, what's the plan for today?" Karen asked.
"Diving practice," I answered succinctly. "Do you have your bathing suit?"
"Yep," Karen answered. "It's right here," she waved the little plastic bag she carried.
"Good," I said as I pulled the car out of the lot and started off to the Y. "Do you know how to dive at all?"
"No, not really," came Karen's response. I just can't get the hang of going in head first.
"There's nothing to it," I told her. "I once taught a friend how to when we were about your age, so I just know you'll pick it up.
In just a few moments we were again back in the parking lot of the Y and the two of us exited the car. I grabbed a pair of towels from the trunk and the two of us headed to the front door. Karen laced the fingers of her left hand between the fingers of my right as we walked. Surely this was something that could be mistaken for a scene of tenderness between a father and his daughter, so I squeezed my hand lightly, letting her know I enjoyed the contact. We disengaged our hands and I opened the front door for her then the two of us headed for the front desk.
I checked in and gave Karen one of the two locks the receptionist gave me. The two of us walked to the locker room area and briefly parted ways. I had worn my bathing suit as shorts so inside the locker room I only had to remove my shoes and shirt, then I placed them along with my towel into a free locker. I locked up and went back out to await Karen's return.
A few minutes later Karen emerged from the women's locker room wearing just her bathing suit, this one purple except for a few thin stripes of black at her chest. She had removed her scrunchie, causing her long shiny blonde hair to cascade halfway down her back. I was still impressed by how lovely her mane was and briefly wondered what she did to care for it.
Karen once again placed her hand in mine and we headed for the aquatics room. I dropped our two keys with the attendant and we walked over to the adult pool. "How about we warm up with a few laps?" I asked and after she nodded the two of us jumped into the pool. It being right around lunch time there weren't very many people in the pool, so Karen and I took up the same two lanes we had the day before and started doing lengths. After a few unsure strokes Karen remembered her lessons perfectly and started swimming much more proficiently.
After a few laps Karen and I stopped at the shallow end of the pool and I asked her if she was ready to learn how to dive. "Sure am!" came her excited response so the two of us exited the pool via the stairs. I walked towards the deep end of the pool, Karen following close behind and at a spot marked eight feet deep I stopped.
"Now the best way to start is to essentially fall into the pool. Watch me," I stood at the edge of the pool, bent at the waist, stretched my arms down in front of myself and fell forward, my hands breaking the surface followed by the rest of me. I swam a little ways from the edge and called to Karen, "Just like that, Honey."
Karen approached the edge of the pool and bent herself nearly in half. She then pointed her arms out and tried to fall into the water. Her instincts took over though and she hopped forward before dropping in, causing her to enter the water at a strange angle.
When she surfaced she looked displeased and I consoled her by telling her this was very common (it was) and that we'd just try again. She smiled at that and the two of us swam to the nearby ladder. Karen exited first, once again giving me an exquisite view of her tight gymnast's ass. Back at the side of the pool again I had Karen take up the same position and I knelt at her side.
"Now just allow yourself to fall forward," I said as I rested one hand on her lower back and held the other in front of her legs. Karen again began to rock forward, but with my arm in front of her leg she couldn't hop forward and instead she plunged arms first into the water. "Good job!" I praised her after she surfaced. She smiled and let out a slight laugh. I motioned her back to the ladder and in no time she was back in front of me.
"OK, this time I want you to try it without my hand in the way. Your fear should be gone now, so I think you'll manage just fine."
Karen again took her place at the edge of the water and pointed her hands out in front of her before plunging into the water. Again I gave her praise when she surfaced and she swam happily back to the ladder.
"OK, pick up the pace now," I instructed her. "The faster you go the more natural the motion becomes. Observe," I stood up and approached the edge of the pool and rather than stopping and pointing my arms I simply walked off the side of the pool into a dive. "See, that's how it's done," I called from the water.
Karen again came to the edge and she tried going quicker, but didn't really get much more speed. The two of us swam back to the ladder and exited the pool, then I took up my position near the edge of the pool.
"OK, Karen, try it again. And as soon as you surface come right back and do it again. I'll tell you when to stop."
For the next ten minutes Karen made circuits, dropping into the water and rushing back out to do it again. I stopped her when she approached the edge again. "Very good," I congratulated her. "Now what I want you to do this time is try to jump out a bit as you dive. You'll be entering at a shallower angle, but I think you can do it. Like this," I took a couple of steps towards the edge of the pool and jumped, hitting the water at an angle significantly less than 45 degrees.
Karen then mimicked me, taking a couple of steps and jumping out with her hands and arms extended. Her dive wasn't as graceful as mine, but she also had never tried it before, so I hardly thought I should fault her for it. Karen surfaced next to me and I again praised her effort.
>>586994171 >sitting down on the wooden stairs on the beach >the water is crashing in the background but all I can hear is some guy mowing the lawn and my heart beat >this is it >she's practically clawing at my pants >wait, a mower? >there's a fucking guy just 20 feet away mowing the law >he might see us >she's rubbing me through my pants and licking her fucking lips >SHIT! >"H-hold on a minute! There's somebody here! He could see us!" >"I'm not scared.." >she's trying to unbutton my pants now >keep my pants on >"Waaaait. What if he calls the fucking cops??" >she stops and looks me dead in the eyes >"I don't give a fuck" >she puts her hands in my pants and starts jacking me off >"Come on. Don't you want it?" >"Y-yeah, I do but.. if he calls the cops, we're screwed." >"He's not going to see us..." >she's trying her hardest to sound sexy and it's working >she takes it out and she starts jacking me off >onononono >she puts the tip in her mouth while stroking it >I strain to maintain composure >she starts bobbing her head >I'm getting harder >I back up a step on the stairs and pull my pants up >I look behind me and the guy is looking dead at us with his mouth wide open like "wtf!" >"OH SHIT!" >I grab her by her hand to help her up and we haul ass out of there back to my car >holyshitholyshitholyfuckingshit >we start gasping for breath while laughing >"omg we almost got caught" >"I KNOW! WASN'T IT FUN??" >[Gasping for air Intensifies] >Say nothing after catching my breath >"Shoot, hey, I gotta go back home." >she kisses me on the cheek and runs out of my car >"H-hey! Wait! Don't you need a ride!?" >"You know I don't live far from here! I'll be fine!" >she runs off and I go back home a little taken aback by what happened
"Give that a few more tries and we'll go over to the diving board, OK?" I told her, but said it more like a question. She nodded and again used the ladder to exit the pool. I continued treading water as Karen did a few more walking dives. I continued giving her pointers after each dive. "That's good enough," I told her after I felt her form was acceptable. We swam for the ladder and exited. This time Karen led the two of us as we went over to the diving board.
"This is a little higher up, so go ahead and try the falling in method first," I suggested and Karen stepped right up onto the board to do as instructed. She stood at the edge of the board, her toes hanging off the end, then she pointed her arms and dropped into the water. "Excellent," I said as she surfaced. She swam over to the edge and lifted herself out of the water.
"Alright, I want you to try this next," I spoke as I stepped up onto the board. "Just bounce a bit on the board, then when you feel comfortable try diving off," I started bouncing on the board and after about seven bounces I angled myself into the water. I turned around and looked towards Karen as she did as I instructed. She just kept bouncing for quite a while before she worked up the nerve and bounced awkwardly out towards the water. Her body was a jumble as she splashed down. She came over to me as a slight look of shame played across her face.
"It's OK," I told her. "This is one of the most difficult parts to get. We'll try it a different way." The two of us swam back towards the edge of the pool and pulled ourselves out. Then at the board I told Karen to just sort of run off the board into a dive. She started at the rear of the board and sped towards the opposite end, putting her hands out in front of herself as she jumped. It was a decent effort, but I knew she could improve. I suggested ways she could make her form better and after a few more tries she was entering the water much more gracefully.
As she returned from the water again I gave her some new instructions. "OK, now what I want you to do is as you run towards the end of the board hop up and land hard on the end of it. Use your momentum to propel yourself into the water." I showed her what I meant and after I surfaced and swam back Karen did the same. Her technique was quite good actually and it was after only a few more practice dives that I had her try to bounce on the end of the board into a dive. This time she nailed it and I cheered for her as she surfaced.
I stood on the rear end of the board and as she came back around to stand next to me I waved her to stop. "Now this is what even more practice will get you," I said as I took a few steps towards the end of the board, jumped up and spun in mid air. My feet landed on the end of the board as my back faced the water and I threw myself into a back flip. Karen cheered as I surfaced and then dove into the water to join me. Rather than continuing to drill her on diving I swam around her a few times and playfully splashed water at her face.
Karen put on an expression of mock outrage and splashed me right back. Back and forth we splashed as we swam around the pool. When we reached an area that was shallow enough I scooped Karen up into my arms and tossed her towards the deep end. She laughed as she flew through the air and after she went under she swam back to me under the surface to poke at my belly with her outstretched fingers.
We continued to horse around till the two of us were huffing and puffing. Then as we stood in the shallow end to catch our breaths Karen told me she was hungry. I told her that after such a good job learning how to dive that she deserved a reward and I'd take her out to eat where ever she wanted. She asked me if Taco Bell was OK. "If that's what you want," I said. With that decided we left the pool, I grabbed our keys from the counter person and led the way to the locker room.
As usual I was changed before Karen and I waited outside the women's locker room. In due time Karen appeared, one again dressed in her tartan skirt and light blue cami. She was still barefoot though. She held her black shoes in one hand, the knee socks stuffed one in each shoe. Her other hand held the plastic bag with her bathing suit in it and her towel was draped over that arm. Her long hair was again up in a pony tail but since her hair was still wet it hung heavily down her back. The back of her top was damp in spots from her hair's contact.
I took the towel from over her arm and the two of us walked out of the building. I put the two towels into the trunk and once again we found ourselves sitting in my car. "This has been really fun, Shane, thanks," Karen said to me.
"I've enjoyed it too, princess," I replied with a genuine smile. "It's nice to teach such a receptive student." Karen beamed as I said that and reached over to give me another hug. I met her embrace and we simply held each other for a few moments. "So, how 'bout that Bell?" I asked as I finally broke our hug.
"Oh boy!" was all Karen said as she gave a couple of claps.
The Taco Bell was only a few blocks away so before we knew it we were in the parking lot. Karen pulled her knee socks out of her shoes and put the shoes on over her bare feet. I got out of the car as she finished donning her shoes and I opened her door for her. Karen thanked me and the two of us entered the restaurant.
Karen ordered a three taco supreme meal and I got myself a grilled stuffed burrito meal. The two of us took a booth as we waited for our food and started chatting about the day. Karen expressed her excitement at how much better her water skills had improved over the past two days and I commended her for both her effort and results. She smiled and blushed slightly as I piled on my adulation.
We were interrupted by an employee calling our number so I stood to get our food. Karen walked over with me even though it was all on one tray. I guess she just didn't want to spend a moment apart from me, not that I minded. We sat and began to eat, conversing between bites.
When we were about finished with our food I asked Karen what she'd like to do next. She got up on her knees, bent over the table towards me and whispered into my ear. "I wanna kiss you... a lot." It was my turn to blush a little and Karen looked deep into my eyes as she took her seat again.
"I uhhh... I dunno if that's such a good idea-"
"I know a place," Karen cut me off. "You know the bike bath that runs behind my house?"
"There's a path off it that goes into the woods between the apartments," Karen continued. "There's an abandoned tree fort up there. No one uses it anymore. If you drop me off in the park again we can meet up there. No one will bug us."
"You sure?" I asked, hardly believing I was even considering sneaking into the woods with a ten year old girl to do god knows what. Karen nodded as I piled our wrappers onto the tray. I got up and emptied the tray, then I placed it on the stack that was on top of the trash can and the two of us left.
The drive to the park was mostly a blur as thoughts of what may come raced through my mind. Karen described the path as best she good, then gave me her cell phone number just in case. I let her off in the park, after checking to make sure no one was watching and I drove back to my house to retrieve my bike.
My mind may have been unsure as to whether I should even do this, but if the speed at which I pedaled was any indication my body had definitely made its decision. I soon found myself on the portion of the path that ran behind Karen's apartment complex, so I started looking right as she instructed. Soon enough I saw a trail that ran off beyond the tree line so I stopped and dismounted my bike. I walked into the woods, pushing my bike as I went and after a couple of hundred yards I saw the tree house Karen spoke of.
I don't know what I was expecting, but this was not it. It was quite large for a children's fort, spanning the space between the three trees which supported it. It had to be the size of an average living room and as I walked up to it Karen waved at me from a small window. I waved back, then leaned my bicycle against the nearest support tree. There were boards nailed to one of the other trees to climb up, so I used them and was up in short order.
Before I had time to sort myself Karen was upon me, wrapping her slim fingers around my neck as she pulled my head down towards hers. I followed her cue and the two of us shared our second kiss, our lips pressing gently but firmly together. I wrapped my arms around her, gripped her ass gently and lifted her up towards me. When our faces were even Karen wrapped her youthfully narrow legs around my waist and I lightened my grip on her rear, allowing her weight to settle onto my waist.
Between kisses I was able to survey the tree fort better. The triangular room formed by the three support trees was spacious and against the longest wall there was a table. The other two walls had a small couch and an easy chair against them. I briefly wondered how they got up here. Perhaps the parents who built it brought them up before enclosing the room, which I was surprised had a ceiling that was plenty high for an adult such as myself. It was perhaps seven feet high.
Bringing my mind back to the object of my affection, Karen and I continued our lip wrestling as I walked towards the easy chair. I turned my back to the chair and lowered myself, all the while continuing to share kisses with the child in my arms. Karen pulled her legs out from around my waist as I settled into the chair and folded them under herself as she took a seat on my lower thighs, towards my knees. She then simply lay against me, resting her head against my upper chest just below my chin.
For a while I simply held the girl, feeling the warmth of her young body against mine. I rubbed her back with my hands and she settled further against me. I wanted to break the silence, but wasn't sure how. "Ohh Karen," I murmured into her ear and I continued holding her against me.
Prompted by my words she pulled herself away till her eyes found mine. "Yeah?" she asked, thinking I had more to say.
"I dunno," I said. "I guess I'm just glad I met you. My life was pretty lonely till last week."
She scooted up farther on my lap, gave me a light kiss then pulled away slightly again. "Me too," she said. "Summer vacation has been better since meeting you, that's for sure."
Her body was getting perilously close to my penis, which had started to waken since our make out session began. I rested my hands on her lower back as I continued to look into her bright blue eyes. My hands slowly lowered as I brought them around to rest on her hips, holding her, with very little pressure, where she was.
"What?" she asked suddenly as I continued looking into her blue orbs.
"Sorry," I said with a light sigh. "You have very beautiful eyes is all."
"Umm..ohhhh," Karen replied, obviously not used to such compliments. In order to lighten the mood I brought my face towards hers and rubbed my nose against her own little button nose. She giggled and joined in, rubbing her nose against mine. I started laying kisses all around her face, kissing her cheeks, her chin, her forehead and even her eyelids. She let out pleased little sighs as I did so and pulled herself even closer to my body. Under her skirt her naked thigh landed on my stiffening member and I froze briefly. I was keenly aware of the fact that the only thing between my dick and her soft creamy skin was my bathing suit. Karen picked up on my hesitance and looked at me quizzically.
"Um.... nothing," I muttered, somewhat embarrassed and brought my hands around to the top of her thighs as I tried pushing her leg off of my penis without her noticing my intention. Success! I managed to slide her body slightly to the side as she ran her hands over my chest playfully. Safe in my secret I started sliding my hands up her torso, feeling her soft body yield to my touch. I brought my hands down to her waist and slid my hand under her cami, running my fingers along her silky skin as I did so.
Karen made slight moaning sounds as I continued exploring her midsection, even going so far as dipping my pinkie into her tiny navel. Karen giggled as I tickled her tummy button and once again started shifting in my lap. What have I done? I asked myself as her soft tush landed firmly on my hard cock. Again I tried to covertly shift her body off of my manhood, this time without success.
"I feel it," she cooed evenly into my ear.
"What's that, honey?" I asked hoping I didn't just hear what I thought I heard. I don't know why I was so concerned. Was there really much difference between a ten year old girl feeling and not feeling your cock when you've already been making out with her for quite a while? Either way the rest of society would condemn my actions.
"Your cock," she said matter-of-factly, rousing me from my inner thoughts. "I can feel it." She punctuated her words by grinding her soft ass down onto my stiff member.
"Ohh god," I groaned, then tried again to push her off my rigid cock. "I can't, Karen. That's... that's just... wrong." She finally allowed me to push her off of my penis.
"I won't tell," Karen swore.
"I'm sure you won't princess, but..." I let out a sigh and gathered my thoughts. "But that's a line I can't cross."
I saw a look of sadness enter Karen's eyes and I instantly regretted saying that. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her against my chest again.
"I like you Karen," I spoke softly into her ear. "I like you a lot. I can't remember being as happy as I've been these past few days. But we just can't go there right now."
Karen pulled away from my chest and again looked me square in the eyes, her blue diamonds studying me. "Right now..." She trailed off. Then she perked up. "Maybe not right now, but later..." her voice rose as she finished her thought. She leaned in and kissed me again. As she did so I opened my mouth slightly and tapped her lips with my tongue. She got the idea quickly and opened her mouth. I slipped my tongue between her lips and Karen's own tongue started dancing with mine in her mouth. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and Karen's followed mine inside. I gently sucked on her invader and I felt her body shake as she giggled into my mouth.
We broke our kiss and looked at each other. "That was fun," Karen said happily. "I liked it."
"Me too," I assured the girl.
A thought seemed to cross Karen's mind and she reached into a small pocket in her skirt I hadn't noticed. She pulled her phone from it and looked at it.
"Darn it!" Karen said as she looked at the phone. "I gotta go home. It'll be dinner soon and I don't want my mom wondering where I've been."
"Certainly not," I agreed. I lifted the young waif to her feet and stood myself.
>>586995446 I hate to ruin what might have been a beautiful story but all good things come to an end. I want to share that reality of my story with you. You take the good with the bad - live and learn.
>she seems even more distant than before for some reason >can't get her attention for shit >feels really bad >I finally get contact with her and she doesn't sound too happy to hear from me >ask her what's up and she denies that anything is wrong >ask if I can see her again and she says she'll be unavailable for a while but if I go to her church I can sit next to her >"I'd love to" I was a huge christian back then, which is why I was a virgin - as stated in previous posts. That didn't mean I didn't do anything. Sheeit, you guise.
>get directions to her church >drive down there feeling anxious and nervous >feeling lost as fuck >I somehow find my way to the correct address >see her >she's happy to see me >she runs up to me, grabs my hand and leads me to her seat >she's sitting next to some ginger kid that looks younger than her >who da fuq? >sit quietly through the whole service but pass notes with her telling her how much I missed her >she doesn't send me shit the entire service >at the end of the service, she turns to the red head and gives him a big kiss >heart feels like it just beat out of my fucking chest >clench fists grit teeth >he holds out his hand to shake mine >her parents are watching us and they can't know that we have a relationship >shake the fuckers hand >"... Nice to meet you." >"YEAH YOU TOO! HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!" >"Y-yeah? Then you heard about us going out?" >she elbows me >k, fuck this, I'm out >he looks at her confused >he starts talking loudly with a lot of hand motions but I'm already too far away to hear what's being said, not to mention how fucking loud the church got after the service was concluded
Welp. That's my slice of life for you all. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for your time.
"I'm glad you came," Karen said as she looked up at me.
" Me too," I replied as I pulled her in for a hug. I ran my hands down her back till they again rested on her ass and I gave it a few playful squeezes. Karen pulled down on my neck and as I lowered my head she gave me another kiss, slipping the tongue herself this time. I let out a pleased sound as she did as I massaged the cheeks of her ass till she broke the kiss, then I let go and backed away slightly.
"You really like my butt, don't you?" Karen asked with her signature girlish giggle.
"It's perfect," I admitted.
"Glad you think so," Karen chimed as she spun around quickly, her skirt flying out almost high enough to see the curve of her rear. The tease! "Will I see you tomorrow, Shane?" she asked.
"I'd love that, sweetheart," I told her. "Would you like another lesson?"
"Hmm... nah, I could use a break from learning. I'm on vacation after all," she laughed at that. "Want to go for a bike ride?"
"OK, when do you want to meet?"
"Noon again?" she asked. "We can meet at Briarwood and the bike path.
"Sounds like a plan, honey," I smiled at her.
"OK!" Karen agreed excitedly. "I really do have to go now though," she pushed up onto her tip toes and I met her for a final kiss, just a simple peck. "Bye!" Karen said and exited the tree house. I went to the window and looked out, watching my young friend walk the path till she was out of view.
I leaned against the side of the tree fort and sighed. What have I gotten myself into? I wondered to myself. Well, whatever it turns into all I know for sure is that I was perfectly honest in telling Karen I was happier now than I could remember. "I'm really falling for this girl," I said to myself as I left the tree house, grabbed my bicycle and headed home.
>>586996998 I'm not really sure. I had this feeling that I shouldn't be doing it. When I turned around, I knew why. The mother fucking gardener was watching us. Since I was 19 and she was 17, I was scared he was going to call the cops on us.
That is literally all there is right now. I finished chapter 3 twelve hours ago and haven't started chapter four yet. They'll be taking that bike ride tomorrow. Karen will wear a pair of lycra shorts and "stuff" happens. What stuff? I don't fucking know yet!
Any actual feedback on my story would be nice. "It sucked" or "OMG SO HAWT!" really tells me very little. Was it at least somewhat believable? Doesn't Karen sound like simply the most delicious loli? Is Shane just enough of a dork to be likable?
>>586998044 I'll be honest, it took me a long time to get over that. I watched that beautiful girl turn into a whore through the years. I tried to be there for her but she was out of control. Her parents were really strict on her and once she turned 18, she let loose. She ran away from home to become a homeless starving "model".
I have no idea how she's doing now or even if she's still alive. All I know is that I really did love that girl and I watcher her do that to herself. It wasn't her cutting me out, it was watching her crash and burn from a distance that hurt so bad.
I see a lot of people on this site talk about how they want to see someone suffer but I'm not like that. I wished the best for her, despite what she did to me.
I honestly don't know when I'll get to chapter four. I tend to write in bursts when the muse strikes, but she doesn't tend to stay around very long. This past week+ has actually been my best block of complete writing ever. I think it has to do with the subject matter though. I've had a loliboner more so than usual lately and it's extended to my creative side. I hope to crank out at least another chapter or two before the muse leaves, but don't bet too hard on it.
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