Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2013 11:41:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: You Can Look if You Like You Can Look, if You Like. I like to think that all men have fantasies about schoolgirls at least once in their lives, except for your average Japanese, who fantasises once an hour. I'm not Japanese, but young girls have often been a "thing" with me since I was a little boy, when I watched the little darlings in my primary school playground doing cartwheels and handstands, "accidentally" showing off their knickers. But I forgot about them when I reached puberty and went to an all boys' school, and lost myself in the exquisite pleasures of fondling adolescent cocks, group wank-offs and eventually the indescribable joy of cocksucking. The thrill of glimpsing white cotton knickers had morphed into the joy of seeing young boys in their blinding white briefs, as we all got ready for P.E. in the changing room. Until I got married, years later, I was hooked on dicks, big dicks, small dicks, black dicks, white dicks, cut and uncut dicks, bent dicks, straight dicks (geometrically straight, that is) and dicks that shot copious loads of creamy cum on to my face, into my mouth, or up my eager bum. Schoolgirls had disappeared off the map. Then, for a while, guys took a back seat as I lived out the disaster of my marriage which was mercifully brief. Things had been fine between my wife and me until we hit on the idea of a threesome, found a suitable candidate on the internet and invited him over. That was when my wife discovered several things about me she hadn't been aware of. It wasn't so much my delight as I watched while he undressed her, licked her pussy and then fucked her, but that afterwards I couldn't keep my hands off him or my mouth off his dick and, worse, how deliriously happy I was when he fucked me savagely. "You don't love me, you fucking faggot!" she said, when lover-boy had departed, having left a load of cum up her cunt, another up my arse and his business card clutched in my hand. I was inclined to agree with her, exciting though the evening had been. He was much sexier than I and I imagine she felt the same, because she left me for him. I wouldn't have minded so much, but he never called me. I felt abandonded. _________________________________________ It was shortly after my divorce when lightning struck from an unexpected direction. I was stopped at a red traffic light when I noticed a young girl of about twelve, in a school uniform, sitting on the wall close to the intersection. Without warning, she lifted one leg and put her foot up beside her bum. This exposed an amazingly large area of white cotton, right where it matters, in between her legs. In itself, it wasn't remarkable, but what astonished me was my reaction to this unselfconcious display of her underwear. I felt as though a fist had gripped my heart, my pulse started to race and I felt dizzy. For perhaps about a second, I let myself think that she had deliberately displayed herself to me, and then I realised she was just a careless young girl, but it didn't matter, I was still gobsmacked. She never looked at me and was never even aware of my existence. I stared, transfixed at the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, even more arousing that the lewd strip-tease videos my ex used to make for me back in the day, which were pretty raunchy. I wondered if I was having a heart attack and tried to control my breathing, until I heard car horns blaring behind me, took my foot of the brake and rolled reluctantly through the green light. At home, I lay down and checked my pulse which was returning to something near normal. There must be something wrong with me, I thought, for such a relatively modest show to get me so aroused. I never saw the girl again, but she still lives in my memory to this day. Thereafter, I started paying attention to schoolgirls once again. Too many of them wore jeans, or ugly black tights, but at a private school nearby, the girls attended in uniforms, complete with white socks which are such a nice touch, and I'd park outside the school and pretend to read a map, or make a phone call, any excuse to linger for the chance of an upskirt glimpse of white knickers, then drive away before anyone noticed I was staring. The pickings were slim. So I spent a lot of time on the internet, and downloaded an impressive library of pictures of preteen girls in their underwear, and a few boys, too, just for old time's sake, and a handful of young nude lolitas, if their tits were small enough, nothing too obscene, nothing that you'd consider child porn. But there's nothing like the real thing and there were no opportunities for me to form any kind of relationship with any preteen girls. The only youngster I had any regular contact with was the daughter of an attractive single mum, one of my clients. I met this little darling, Natalie, every time I visited her house to advise her mother on her widely varied investments. Mum and I would be huddled over a pile of paperwork at her desk, and the little preteen would be hovering in the background. Alas, she was only ten, a shade below my lust threshold, but she was frequently in her school uniform, complete with the obligatory white socks. Meanwhile, from time to time she would sit carelessly crosslegged, to squat to play with something on the rug and I would be treated to a view of her cute little knickers, in a variety of colours. I kept telling myself that this display was nothing more than the unthinking behaviour of a ten year old, but it was so frequent that I began to wonder if she was flirting with me. Even if it was just wishful thinking on my part, all I had to do was wait and she would grow up, and there I'd be, like a hunter waiting for the deer to unknowingly walk into the kill zone. But for the moment she was little more than a distraction from the complicated business of running her mum's investment portfolio, a couple of times a month. Then, everything changed. One late afternoon, Mum and I were sitting at the desk in the living room. "Where's Natalie?" I asked, knowing the answer. I'd heard splashing in the bathroom upstairs. "Taking a bath." "Do you have the fund projections?" I asked, getting back to business. "Shit! I left them in the car. Sit tight and I'll get them." The car was in the driveway and Mum left the house to get them which gave me at best about half a minute. I sprinted up the stairs and, as I'd thought, the bathroom door was open. "Hi, Natalie," I called, hoping against hope. "Tony!" came her voice, "Come on in and say hello." Did I hear her right? Did she just invite me into the bathroom where she was presumeably naked in the tub? I poked my head round the door, and there she was, lying in the bath, knees up and spread wide apart, innocently displaying her naked body and her little girl's slit. On her face was an enormous smile. My reaction was exactly the same as it had been all those years ago when I saw the girl from my car. My heart pounded. I stood there for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath knowing that I should say something. Finally, I managed to croak, "You look adorable!" Her smile grew even bigger, and she just lay there, making no effort to hide her private parts, letting me drink my fill. I knew I had to get out of there before Mum came back, so I blew her a kiss, said "Catch you later," and scooted downstairs to the living room. I sat back down at the desk, my head spinning. There must be something wrong with me, I thought, she's only ten years old for fuck's sake, and here I am obsessing about her. Mum came back with the required documents and I wrenched my thoughts back to the matter at hand and somehow managed to conclude the consultation without revealing that my mind was in a turmoil. I walked the short distance home to my apartment and lay on my bed, thinking about Natalie. I didn't have a hard on and neither did I indulge in a wank. The vision of her lying there played through my mind over and over, and it wasn't the eroticism that plagued me, it was the fact that she'd actually invited me into the bathroom to see her. "Come on in," she'd said, the most exciting words I'd ever heard in my life. That night I lay awake for a long time, alternating between joy at the memory of her, and guilt about my extreme reaction to a naked little girl of such tender years. Pubescent nymphets were one thing, ten year old children were something else. I didn't want to sully her innocence with the act of masturation so, to put and end to my torment, I summoned up several memories of my childhood classmates (male) in their cute white briefs, and wanked my cock until I came. Only then could I sleep. When I woke the next morning, I still couldn't stop thinking about her. ___________________________________________ Though her mum, in her mid thirties, was quite a dish, we were not attacted to each other sexually and so, over time, we became good friends and as the months went by, I got closer and closer to the family, dining out with them from time to time. One afternoon, I was heading for the shops when a car pulled up alongside me and the passenger window rolled down. "Hi, Tony," squealed Natalie, "we're going to the beach. Wanna come?" "Yeah, join us, won't you?" said her Mum. l opened the car door and jumped in. "Are you gonna swim with us in the sea?" asked Natalie. "I don't have a swimsuit." "What are you wearing under those pants?" asked Mum. "Silk boxers." "Do they look like swimming trunks?" "Pretty much." "There you go, then. Who's gonna know? Swim with us." And so there we ended up, sitting on the sand, drying ourselves in the sun while Natalie splashed about in the waves, topless, in just her red bikini bottom. She looked cute, but bikinis are not knickers. They don't have that "forbidden to look" thing that makes knickers so exciting to glimpse. "She likes you," said her Mum as we sat on towels watching her in the surf. "I think she might have a crush on you." My heart leaped. "You think so?" I said, faking indiference. "I'm pretty sure, but she'll get over it." I was sure she would, but would I? She rolled on to her face and undid her bikini straps. Her boobs were squished flat on the towel. Natalie came out of the water and looked at me in my rapidly drying pink silk underpants, then looked at her Mum. "If you're going topless, Mum, can I go naked?" Mum lifted her head and looked up and down the beach. The nearest people were fifty yards away. "Okay, but if anyone comes, cover yourself with a towel." She closed her eyes as I stared at Natalie as she took her bikini bottom off, her eyes meeting mine. Then she lay down between us, on her back, her lovely naked body open to view. I propped myself up on one elbow and drank in the picture. Once again, it was not the eroticism of the situation that moved me. My cock was not getting stiff. The presence of her Mum prevented that. I just felt a warm glow, with an undercurrent of excitement because she was unashamedly naked and her Mum was not in the least bothered by it. I was a grown man, my attention rivetted on the girl, leaving her Mum ignored. All to soon it was over and we gathered up our stuff. Mum put her bikini top back on and slipped her sun-dress over it. Natalie simply put on her dress over her nude body. "What about your bikini bottom?" asked Mum. "It's got sand in it. It's all scratchy." "Okay," said Mum, shrugging off. As we drove back, whenever Natalie said anything, I turned and looked over my shoulder to answer her, and every time I was able to look up her skirt. It was no accident. She still hadn't reached her eleventh birthday. ____________________________________________ One evening, I went into my local pub and sitting at a table in the corner was a guy with whom I'd had several short but memorable gay encounters. He was a great cocksucker, maybe even better than I was. I bought a pint of bitter and headed over to him. "Hi, Steve," I said, "Why the long face?" He really did look miserable. "I'm in love," he said. "A cause for celebration, then." I raised my glass. "Not really. He doesn't love me back." "Fuckin' unbelievable! A gorgeous stud like you? How can any guy not appreciate what a catch you are?" He leaned close and whispered in my ear. "He's twelve." Ooops, that didn't sound good. Steve teaches P.E. at Dunston Grammar, the school I went to, where all those years ago I'd fondled so many cocks. I'd been a young boy then but Steve, as a teacher, was skating on thin ice. One misstep on his part and his career would be over. "He's driving me crazy, Tony. He's a perfect little angel. I can't take my eyes off him." "But you have to keep your hands off him, or you're dead." "I know. I watch him in the changing room." My mind filled with exciting memories. "I can't help myself. Everyone knows I have a thing for him and I've become something of a joke to the boys. All day I think about what it'd be like to suck his darling little cock and I'm wanking myself stupid just to try to stay sane." "We could go into the gent's toilet and I could give you a helping hand, or you could suck me if it would help." "Thanks for the offer, but a pub bathroom would be a little bit sordid, even for me." "My place, then." "I suppose so. Anything to take my mind off him." We finished our pints and headed for my apartment. At home, not wasting any time, we undressed and he fell to his knees and started sucking my cock. He really was an expert, but I didn't let him make me cum. I put him on his knees on my bed, his arse offered invitingly, and stood behind him, thrusting my cock deep inside him. He let out a huge sigh of satisfaction. I fucked him vigourously, reaching round with my hand to stroke his cock. It wasn't long before he let out a series of yelps like a puppy being stepped on, and I knew I'd made him cum, and seconds later I shot my own load in his arse. I pulled out and he rolled sideways on to his back, leaving a puddle of cum on the bedspread. When I'd caught my breath, I said, "Feeling better now?" "Yes, but as soon as I get horny again, I'll be longing for young . . ." "Don't tell me his name," I interrupted. "I'd rather not learn his name. Who knows, I might fall for him myself." He grinned, then said, "Sorry about the mess on your bedspread." "I don't have a problem with cumstains. When it dries, you'll hardly notice it. I'll put the thing in the washer in a month or so, and wash all the cum stains out." I took a quick shower to wash my dick off as he got dressed and then he headed back to the pub to forget his sorrows. I sat on the bed, thinking about his dilemma. Poor guy, I knew how he felt. My own problem was not dissimilar, in fact it was probably worse. Lots of mature men are aroused by twelve year old boys, it's hardly unusual. I know that priests have a bad reputation with choirboys, but that's not because of ther sexual orientation, it's because of the church's hypocrisy and those reports of boys being made to do things against their will. That, I can't countenance. But a teacher, quietly lusting after a pupil, is not necessarily a monster, even if he does act "inappropriately", as long as the boy enjoys it. At twelve I was groped and fondled by several men and it didn't bother me a bit, in fact I loved the attention. Steve was just unlucky enough to be in a profession in which a friendly pat on the bum could snowball into an accusation of child molesting. I, on the other hand, was obsessed by a girl, who would be only eleven in a month or so, a far cry from fancying a twelve year old boy. She was a child who wasn't capable of giving her informed consent to any kind of sexual contact with an adult. I know for a fact that the world is filled with men who's partner of choice would be a pubescent girl, men who just dream and never act on their urges, but Natalie was a year or more away from puberty. Was I a monster? I didn't feel like one. The idea of her being harmed in any way was repulsive to me. I just wanted to love her and be loved by her. I would need just as much self control as Steve needed, perhaps even more. __________________________________________________ As time went by I saw lots more of Natalie as she matured with agonising slowness, until, just after she turned eleven birthday, it happened It was mid afternoon when my phone rang. "Hello, this is Tony." "Mum bought me my own phone!" It was Natalie, sounding excited. "Now I can call you any time I want." "Now? You could've called me any time you wanted," I said, laughing. "Yeah, but now I don't have to explain to Mum why I'm calling you." "Which is why?" "I'm outside your apartment building." How did she know where I lived? She'd probably looked in her Mum's roladex. "I'll buzz you in. It's number 3B." When she knocked on the door of my bedsitter, I poked my head out and there she was, looking so fucking cute in her school uniform, a plaid gym slip with a square neck, broad shoulder straps and a white short-sleeved blouse underneath and, oh yes, white ankle socks. "I'm only wearing boxers," I said, "Can you wait while I put my pants on?" She smiled. "Why bother?" "Come on in, then." She stepped into the room and dropped her back-pack on the floor, eyeing me as I stood there in my underpants. They're kinda snug, not the baggy kind. "Shouldn't you be in school?" "I sneaked out of drama class. It was easy. I just pushed the emergency exit of the auditorium and slipped out. The teacher will never miss me. I didn't even have a part in his stupid play. Please, please don't tell Mum," she pleaded. This was fucking perfect. We were now co-conspirators in a "crime", which would draw us together. "Of course I won't tell your Mum. It'll be our secret." I gave her a warm smile. Secrets foster intimacy, I thought, closing the door behind her and locking the deadbolt. Alone at last! She jumped up on my bed and sat with her back to the headboard, her knees up under her chin, revealing a pair of knickers, made of some kind of stretchy man-made fibre, in an eyewateringly bright yellow colour. It was the same day-glo shade that cops and construction workers wear to make themselves more visible to traffic. They were like a blazing beacon, drawing my gaze to them. This wasn't just a little girl absentmindedly showing off her knickers, this was a deliberate display of her underwear. "Shoes off," I said, sitting at her feet and helping her to remove them. She spread her legs wide, showing even more more of her underwear. "Your knickers are so bright, I should wear sunglasses," I said. She giggled. "I thought you'd like them." Had she picked this pair especially for me? She wasn't in the least bit bothered that I was staring at them, transfixed. Then, out of the blue, "If my Mum asked you to babysit for me, would you?" "Absolutely! I'd love to take care of you. Who babysits for you now?" "Uncle Felix, but I don't like him. He's creepy. He looks up my skirt." "But I look up your skirt all the time," I confessed. There, I'd said it. It was out in the open. She giggled. "I know, but I don't mind. You can look if you like. But he has this horrible smirk and he likes to put his hand up my leg and feel me up. I tell him to stop and he does, but the next time he babysits, he tries it again." "Have you told your Mum?" "No. I don't want to create a huge stink and have her mad at me." "She'll get mad at Uncle Felix, not you." "I just don't want to make any trouble. It's not a big deal, but I'd much rather have you babysit me." "It's probably best to say nothing, 'cos he could get in big trouble, but you should tell him that if he does it again, you're gonna tell your Mum. That should stop him." I smiled. "So I'm not creepy?" She laughed, rolled sideways off the bed and stood between my knees. "You're nice," she whispered, putting her arms round me and giving me a hug, "especially when you look up my skirt." She lifted up her dress high round her chest, leaning back and pushing her hips towards me. "There! Take a good look." I wondered if bright yellow can make you snowblind. After a few seconds she let her dress fall. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and slid them up. "Are you gonna tell me to stop?" I asked, smiling. "No, not you." My hand moved on to her bum and I gave her little cheeks a squeeze, feeling the smooth material of her knickers. She pushed ber body against me. My heart was racing. This thing about Uncle Felix was excellent news. Until then my big fear was that she might unthinkingly blurt something out and raise red flags, but if she'd not reported her creepy uncle when he groped her, she was very unlikely to report me for any "inappropriate" behaviour. He'd get shopped long before me. I continued to caress her bum until she looked at the clock on my bedside table. "Oh, I gotta run!" she said. "I don't want Mum asking where I've been." I stood, bent down, took her face in my hands and kissed her on the lips. "I could fall in love with you, Natalie," I murmured. Her face lit up and broke into an enormours grin. "I love you too, Tony." "Take the back stairs, Sweetheart. I don't want anyone to know that a little girl likes to visit my apartment. They might think all sorts of naughty things were going on." She laughed, picked up her back-pack, and left. _____________________________________________ A few days later, her Mother called me. "I need a favour," she said. "Sure," I replied. "One evening every month, I'm a volunteer usher at the Globe Theatre and up until now, my brother Felix has babysat Natalie, but it seems she's taken a dislike to him and she asked me if you would sit for her. She's pretty insistant. I could pay you." My heart leapt. "I wouldn't dream of taking money for something that I'd be more than happy to do." "She wouldn't be any trouble. She has books and TV and stuff. You'd just have to be here, from about six thirty to eleven." "Absolutely. I'm happy to help." I didn't want to sound overly eager, but I was over the moon, thinking about hours and hours alone with my little darling. I shivered with delight. "So Thursday, then. I'll be there and don't bother about food. I'll eat before I come." "See you then, then. 'Bye." She hung up. The following Thursday when I arrived, Mum was about ready to leave, looking at her watch. Natalie said "Hello," and gave me a big smile. She was in the same school uniform, the colour of her panties as yet a mystery. Not for long, I hoped. Her white ankle socks had a lace trim round the tops. "She has to be in bed by ten and she has to take a bath first. Make sure she washes all that dirt off her knees. Text me if there's any problem. 'Bye, Sweetie." She bent down and gave Natalie a peck on the cheek and then was out the door. Natalie stepped up to me, put her arms round me and gave me a hug. "Hello, my darling," I said. "I'm chuffed that your Mum asked me to babysit. Did you tell her about your uncle?" "No. I didn't need to. I had no problem persuading her to ask you." This was good news. Her Mum seemed oblivious to the potential dangers of leaving her daughter in the care of grown men. Natalie let go of me. "I really gotta pee," she said and to my amazement she gripped my hand and led me up the stairs into the bathroom. "No one's supposed to see," she whispered with a giggle as she closed the door behind me, "but you're my friend and you can look if you like." Like before, just as with the girl on the wall and like the time Natalie was in the bath, my heart started hammering. I could hardly believe my ears. Had she really said "you can look if you like?" She lifted her dress up round her waist. This time her knickers were hot pink with white trim at the waist and legs, not quite as intense a colour as her yellow ones, but startling enough. "I like that colour," was all I could think of to say. "I thought you might." My knees felt weak and with my back to the wall, I slid down until I was sitting on my heels, my face just a foot or so in front of her knickers. She pulled them down to mid-thigh, revealing her vagina, still the slit of a little girl, but clearly starting to develop lips. I stared at it. Then she sat down on the toilet spread her knees as far apart as her knickers would allow. The tinkle of her pee falling into the toilet was one of the sweetest sounds I've ever heard. I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, but my eyes must have been popping out of my head. She had a big smile on her face, totally unembarrassed and unselfconcious, enjoying my attention. I was practically speechless, overcome with joy, but I manage to say, "You have a pretty . . . ." I groped for a word. "Do you have a pet name for it?" "It's my pee-pee," she said. I immediatley fell in love with the word. "Vagina" is too clinical, "pussy" too crude, and "cunt" is just plain nasty. "Pee-pee," I echoed. "Hello, pee-pee." She giggled, tore off a sheet of toilet paper and unselfconciously wiped herself. Then she stood up, her dress still bunched up round her waist and slowly pulled her knickers back up, taking her sweet time. The sound of elastic snapping round her waist was almost as arousing as the sound of her pee in the bowl. She paused for a second or two before letting her dress fall, just as she'd done in my apartment a few days previously. I straightened my legs, stood up, put my hand on her shoulder and ushered her out on to the landing. Once again she took my hand and led me into her bedroom. I looked around. It was a typical little girl's room with flowered wallpaper and a teddy bear on the bed. "Are you gonna take a bath now, or later just before bed time?" I asked. "Now," she said. "But we're gonna pretend that I'm a princess and you're my royal attendant and you have to undress me." Oh, what joy! I'd be happy to play games all night. "Your Royal Highness," I said, kneeling before her, "I'm your obedient servant, and I must take your shoes off. Would you be so good as to sit on the bed. Thank you, M'am." I removed her shoes and socks and stayed on my knees as she stood again. "I have to unzip your Highness," I said, reaching up and around her to unzip her gymslip, then slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress fall to her ankles. Her white blouse came to just below her waist, and once again, her knickers threatened to make my eyes water. She stepped out of the dress, then I unbuttoned her blouse, from bottom to top and spread it wide open. Her chest was completely flat, her nipples tiny. She was still a little girl with no sign of pending puberty and I imagine that for most people, the delicious vision before me would not be of any sexual significance, but I suddenly realised that it was specifically her youth that was exciting me, her vulnerablility and above all, the clear invitation she was offering, though an invitation to what, neither of us knew. It was as though she was saying, "Here I am, I'm all yours." The blouse fell from her shoulders, and my little angel stood proudly before me, her hands on her narrow hips. "You're utterly adorable, Your Highness," I said, sincerely. "and I'm in love with your knickers." She smiled. "Take them off," she commanded. Words to die for. I pulled them down her thighs and let them fall to the floor. "Dah, dah!" she sang, holding her arms abover her head like a ballet dance and doing a pirouette. Any qualms I felt about lusting after a preteen were evaporating, my cock was starting to get hard and my pulse rate peaked again as I drank my fill of the sight of my gorgeous eleven year old darling, completely bare except for her little white socks, proudly displaying herself for my benefit. "You're so beautiful, my little princess." Her smile went from ear to ear. "I like being naked." "I like you naked, too, Sweetheart." Then I had an idea. Why didn't I think of this earlier? I must have been to stunned to think clearly. "Can I take a picture of you?" I reached into my pocket and took out my mobille. "Ooh, yes, please," she said eagerly. I aimed the phone at her. "How would you like me?" she asked. "Standing like this?" She faced me, feet slightly apart, everything on view. Click. The princess pretense was gone and her air of innocence with it. Now she was acting more like a model. "Sit on the chair, yes, like that but with your knees apart." Click. "Now lie on the bed." Click. "Big smile" Click. There was no real need to ask her to smile as she was so obviously enjoying being photographed. "Hands behind your head." Click. "I should have started taking pictures when I undressed you. It would have been like a strip tease." "After my bath, I can put my clothes back on and undress for you again," she said, enthusiasically, "and I could pee for you again." "Bathtime," I said and this time it was me who took her hand and led her back into the bathroom. I started to fill the tub with water and sat on the toilet lid as she tested the temperature. Then she climbed in, sat down carefully and lay back in that same pose I'd seen nearly three years previously, but now I could no longer believe that she was just a little girl, too young to be aware that her nakedness was having an effect on me. She was eleven, old enough to know that men become excited by nude females. I tried not to let my excitement show, but I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. "Will you soap my back?" she asked. "Whatever you want." I knelt beside the tub, took the soap and lathered her from her shoulders down to waterlevel, just above her bum. Her skin felt so soft and smooth. Then she took the soap from me, lay back and soaped first her arms, then her chest and stomach, and finally ran her hand between her legs. "I have to wash my pee-pee," she said, smiling up at me. "Sometimes in bed it kinda tingles and I have to rub it." "Does it help?" "Yeah." Her grin got bigger. "It feels nice." "All girls do that," I said in an avuncular tone, "and it's a good thing but it's private and you should only do when you're alone." "You can wash my pee-pee if you like," she said, looking up at me. I thought my heart was goint to burst as a wave of excitement swept through me. I was about to take the soap from her when faint alarm bells went off somewhere at the back of my mind. Was I going to touch the private parts of an eleven year old girl, an act that could land me in jail? Admittedly, it was unlikely that she's tell her Mum, but what if she confided in one of her schoolfriends? It would be all over the school in minutes. (I pictured the conversation, two preteen girls whispering in the schoolyard: "Promise me you won't ever tell a soul," says one. "Okay, I swear, cross my heart and hope to die." Yeah, right! It'd be all over the school by lunchtime) There's a saying that the only way two people can keep a secret is if one of them is dead. Nothing ever stays a secret forever, nothing. "Sweetheart, I'd like nothing more, really, but some things are absolutely forbidden. I've already crossed the line by taking nude pictures of you and if anyone, anyone at all, ever found out, I could go to jail. It's not that I don't care about you, but it's better if I don't touch you there. I'm sorry." Her face fell and I stood back up. She pulled the plug and stood up and I wrapped a towel round her and began to rub her through the towel, all over her body. I ran my hand between her legs. "I can dry your pee-pee with the towel. It's not like I'm actually touching it." She grinned up at me as I moved my hand back and forth, many more times than was necessary. "There, nice and dry now." "That felt good," she murmured. I hung the towel on its rail, and walked behind her as we returned to her bedroom, looking at her perfect little bum. She opened the top drawer of her dresser to reveal a jumble of brightly coloured knickers, reds, blues, purples, a riot of intense hues. "What's your favourite colour," she asked. I paused. The day-glo yellow would be good, but I wanted to see something different. "White. Virgin white." She fished out a pair, made of translucent nylon, the waist and legs edged not with lace, but a kind of scalloped elastic which gave them that intensely feminine look that guy's briefs don't have. "Are you gonna wear knickers to bed?" I asked. "No, I'm gonna get dressed again while you take some more pictures of me." "Then we could look at them in reverse order, and you'd be as if you were undressing for me again." "Exactly!" she said. I pulled my phone from my pocket and aimed at her as she pulled her knickers on with excrutiating slowness, all the while smiling at me. I clicked away furiously as she donned her blouse, buttoned it up, stepped into her gym slip and finally her little white ankle socks as she sat on the bed, legs akimbo. "Perfect," I said. "Come and see." I scrolled through the pics in reverse and sure enough, it was an erotic strip tease, infinitely more exciting than any of the really lewd stuff my wife had done for me. The performance presented itself as an act of pure innocence, with a deep undertone of sexuality. "I'm sexy, aren't I, Tony." "You have no idea!" "But I want you to have a picture of me peeing," she said. "Come back to the bathroom." I zipped her up and once again, she took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom where I squatted in front of the bowl as she lifted the hem of her dress as high as it would go, filling the screen of my camera with blinding white light. Her little slit was faintly visible through the nylon and I clicked away furiously as she slid her knickers down again, nice and slowly, and then sat down. Leaning forward, she pushed them all the way down to her ankles and spread her thighs as wide as they would go. Leaning back she closed her eyes and as I zoomed in, she managed a little dribble of pee, enough to make a superb picture that any pee lover would kill for. I took a final pic. "Perfect!" I said. "You make a good model." She wiped herself again and stood up and I pulled her knickers up for her as she held her dress up for me. "You have a beautiful pee-pee. You should be proud of it." She let her dress fall and the show was over, but the memory would last forever. "I'll download my phone into my computer and store these pics on a thumb drive and erase them from everywhere else. No one will ever see them except you and me. Please, darling never, ever tell anyone about me taking pictures of you." "Of course I won't. If Mum ever found out, she'd go ballistic." We went back downstairs to the living room again and she sat on the couch, and with total carelessness, offered me that classic upskirt view. If she noticed that my cock was hard in my pants, she didn't say anything. For the rest of the evening, she sat beside me on the couch as we watched a Disney movie which would have bored the shit out of me, except that I was focused only on her. From time to time she sat on my lap, her back against my chest, my arms round her, excercising all the will power I had to prevent myself from reaching down and caressing her pee-pee, and then she'd lie on her stomach on the rug, her chin propped up on her hands, her short skirt showing the bottom edge of her knickers curving under her buttocks. After the movie, she straddled my hips, facing me, her skirt pushed up, her crotch on top of my stiff cock. She must have felt it, but didn't remark on it. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. My arms went round her and I held her close. Her lips were so warm and soft, so loving, the scent of her young freshly washed body making my head spin. My hands caressed her back, sliding down to squeeze her bum cheeks. We held the kiss for several long seconds, both knowing that I was more than just a neighbour giving her a friendly peck. Then she said, "I'm gonna get ready for bed. Don't go away." She jumped to her feet, ran upstairs and came back down with her nightie. She held it up for me. It was white flimsy cotton, cut square across the top with shoulder straps. I lay back on the couch, my hands cupped hiding my erection as she undressed seductively for me again, down to her knickers, then put the nightie on. It came down to just below her bum. With the light behind her, the outline of her young body was perfectly visible. "Do you wear your knickers to bed?" I asked. She grinned. "Usually, but not tonight." She lifted the nightie up as high as it would go, gripping it with her chin, then slid her knickers down, taking her sweet time. She stepped out of them, and took hold of the hem of her nightie. For a long moment she stood as I groped for my phone in my pocket. "One more pic," I said, taking the shot. She dropped her nightie and came and sat across my thighs, her arm round my neck. I put one arm round her waist, the other on her thigh. I longed to slide it up under her nightie, just like Uncle Felix had done, but he hadn't been smart enough to gain her affection first. I had all the time in the world to fully seduce her, at least until she reached puberty, left her girlhood behind, discovered boys and abandoned me, but that was years away. I picked her up, one arm under her knees, one round her waist, and carried her upstairs to bed. I flipped back the covers and dropped her in and she slid down until her head was on the pillow. Her nightie rode up, showing off the one thing I wanted to touch, to kiss, to lick, but didn't dare. I gave her an intimate lingering kiss on the lips once more, said, "Goodnight, my darling. I love you so much," and left the room. ___________________________________________ A week later I got a phone call from Steve. He was in a panic. "I've been arrested," he said. "Are you calling from the nick?" I asked. "Do you need bailing out?" "No, they've just released me, but I'm charged with indecent assault on a minor." "Dont tell me. Your darling angel boy has blown the whistle on you." "Exactly, the stupid little cunt!" Gone was the adoration that I'd heard in his voice when last he spoke of his obsession. "I'd bumped into him in an arcade two nights ago." Arcades might be good hunting grounds if you're trolling for kids, but older guys stand out like sore thumbs. "I was walking him home and we took a short cut through a churchyard." "Let me guess. You paused behind a tombstone and fondled his cock." "Worse. I took down his pants and sucked him off. He really loved it. He came in about thirty seconds, and then watched as I finished myself off. I was over the fucking moon and he swore he'd never tell anyone. He even went so far as to hint he could be found in the arcade most evenings, but the little bastard must have bragged to his friends 'cos the police knocked on my door, handcuffed me and hauled me off to jail. I've been suspended from my job." How quickly love can be totally destroyed by fear. "You haven't admitted anything, have you?" "I didn't tell them anything, just called a lawyer. He put up the bail." "When was this alledged to have happened?" "Thirteenth of last month, and I don't have an alibi." "On the thirteenth, Steve, I distinctly recall you were at my house all evening." "I was?" he asked, incredulously. "You seem to have forgotten," I said, pointedly. "It was my birthday, remember? Your brought a bottle of wine." I named the label of a half empty bottle that was sitting in my fridge. "I cooked you dinner and we had sex in the shower. Don't you remember fucking me after I sucked you off?" "Er . . ." "Yes, Steve, you do remember. You have to remember. I'm prepared to swear it all happened. Gimme the name of your lawyer and I'll contact him and explain that you seem to have the dates confused." "How will I ever thank you? Can I come over and suck your cock and let you fuck me up the arse again, like last time?" "Sorry, Steve, I'm in love." "Really? How old?" "Deliciously young." He laughed. "Be careful, Tony." I didn't dare to tell him I was in love with a girl. ________________________________________________ Three days later I was phoned by a detective sergeant, who got right to the point. Did I know a Steve Jacobs? Was he with me on the evening of the thirteenth? I let out a laugh. "You bet he was with me. It was my birthday and he came over for dinner, quite early as I remember, and brought a bottle of wine." I named the label. "After we ate, we took a shower together and after I sucked his delicious cock, he was kind enough to fuck me, standing up against the tiles. He's quite a stud, and he pounded on me for twenty minutes or more. Best birthday present I every had." I was carefully establishing my bona fides as a gay guy who'd be unlikely to have an interest in little girls. "That's actually more information than I need to know," he said, frostily. "Are you prepared to testify he was with you all evening." "Testify? I'll shout it from the rooftops, with all the lurid details. I'm proud to have been buggered by such a gorgeous hunk. You must have noticed how hot he is, Detective." "I'm a happily married man," he said, defensively. "Maybe a bit of gay sex on the side would spice your marriage up," I remarked. "We'll be in touch," he said and abruptly hung up. Two days later, Steve called. "I owe you my life, Tony," he said. "They've dropped the charges and I'm back at my job." "Excellent. So I guess the lesson is, you can look but you can't touch." He sighed. "You should get a job teaching at a girl's school," I added. "You'd be safe there." "I'd be bored stiff." "Precisely!" _________________________________________________ Was it just me, or were Natalie's tits starting to grow? Her nipples where certainly bigger and there was a whisp of pubic hair down below. Nearly a year had gone by and every month I was able to spend a whole evening with her, except for the school holidays when she and her Mum usually went away somewhere. Seeing her undressing and hanging out naked was now perfectly routine, though the excitement never diminished. On a couple of occasions, she asked me to show her my cock, but I resisted, telling her that we could be in deep trouble if anyone knew I was wagging my willie for a little girl. The memory of Steve's brush with the law was ever present. I knew that once in a while she'd feel my stiff dick pressing against her bum as she sat on my lap, and she had a habit of "accidentally" brushing her hand across the front of my pants, but I knew that if push came to shove, I could explain all that away. We enjoyed lots of tickling episodes. We hugged and kissed a lot and played silly games, including a kind of modified strip poker, though I would never let it proceed to where my boxers were removed. I confess that my hands were involved in as many "accidents" as hers, frequently brushing her nipples or the inside of her thighs. One evening, just before the start of the summer school holidays, I arrived to "take care of her" and her Mum said, "This'll be the last time I'll need you for a while, Tony. We're spending the whole six weeks in Scotland." Shit! I was going to miss Natalie. After Mum left, I said to Natalie that having rushed across town, I was all sweaty and needed to shower, and went upstairs into the bathroom. I was in the shower when Natalie came in. "I'm gonna shower with you," she said. "We've never been naked together." I started to protest but it was no use. She rapidly stripped off her uniform, blouse and knickers and her little white socks, slid the shower door aside and stepped in. As always, the sight of her undressing had got my cock beginning to stiffen. She leaned back against the tiles and looked at it. "It's awesome, Tony. Just as big as I thought it would be. Do you have a pet name for it?" "Mr. Dick," I said, "but you're not allowed to touch it." "Hello, Mr. Dick. Aren't you a big boy? I think I'm in love with you." "Please, Natalie, I could get in trouble." She didn't reply, just knelt down and looked up at me with an expression on her face that said, "Who's kidding whom?" then put her hands on my hips, leaned in and kissed the tip of my dick which was now rock hard. Then she stood, took the soap from me, lathered up her hands and began to wash my cock, sliding my foreskin back and forth. I knew I should stop her but I'm only human. I closed my eyes and groaned as thrills ran through my body and I knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before I came and sprayed cum all over her delicious little body. I pushed her hand away and she slid the shower door open. "Let's go in my bedroom," she said. That's when I knew I could no longer delay the inevitable. The risk was huge, Eleven year olds don't keep secrets, but if the balloon went up, as a last resort I could always just simply deny everything, abandon her and pretend that she was just a dellusional kid, terrible though that would be. But at that moment, I was helpless, putty in her hands as she led me, holding my hand as always, into her bedroom. She threw herself on the bed, her legs hanging over the end, looking into my eyes with a pleading look on her face. "Do you love me, Tony?" "Absolutely! More than anything in the world." "Kiss me, please. Kiss me down there." Her words thrilled me just as much as the first time when she peed and told me that I could look if if liked. I dropped to my kness, kissed her belly button and touched my lips to her pee-pee, then ran my tongue up and down her slit and finally thrust it into her as far as I could stretch it. She let out a little gasp and lifted her legs, placing her feet on my shoulders. Her hand gripped my hair as my head moved up and down and from side to side. Now I was actually doing what I had fantasised about for so long. She was breathing hard, saying, "Oh, oh, oh." Then I came up for air and looked at her. Her eyes were big as she gripped my upper arms and pulled me up on top of her body. "I want you inside me," she whispered, urgently. "It's time, Tony. We've waited too long." I rolled off her on to my back and pulled her body on top of mine and she drew her knees up until she was straddling me, her wet pee-pee against my cock. With my hands gripping her waist, she rubbed her body up and down mine. Then, without warning, she lifted her body, took hold of my cock, and placed the tip against her vagina. I could no longer think of it as a little girl's pee-pee. It was the centre of the universe, waiting for my cock to penetrate. "Stop if it hurts," I whispered. She lowered her body and my cock slid smoothly in. "It doesn't hurt," she murmured. Lower and lower she moved, slowly, until her pubic bone rested on mine. "Jesus!" I croaked, my voice hoarse with lust, "You sexy little darling." She looked into my eyes again. "Do you love me?" "Yes, I love you. I love you. I love you more than anything!" A huge smile broke out on her face as she started moving her body up and down, instinctively knowing what to do. Faster and faster she went as my climax built. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she hissed between clenched teeth as I thrust up with my hips until I could hold on no longer and my cock exploded inside her, pumping my cum into her in a series of spasms. I let out a huge sigh and let go of her waist. She seemed to sense that for me it was all over and she collapsed on top of my body. "I love you too," she whispered. "I've been in love with you since we first met, since the first time I let you look at me naked in the bath, and every time you looked up my skirt I loved you more, and now I'm gonna love you forever and no one else will ever know about it." I held her close, awash in happiness. The wait had been well worth it. _______________________________________________ The following week, she called to tell me that she was off to Scotland the following day. "By the way, last night I got my first period." "Congratulations. You're now a woman." "And not pregnant." "Yes, there's that." "I'll miss you Tony." "Me too. Have fun in Scotland. 'Bye." _________________________________________________ A month later her Mother rang me."We're having a wonderful time," she said. "Remember all those years ago when I said that Natalie had a crush on you but that she'd get over it?" "Yes, I remember." "Well, she did get over it. She's met a boy, a cute young thirteen year old lad. He seems quite nice. She's head over heels about him. Sorry to tell you, but you're not the centre of her universe any more." I could hear the smile in her voice as she uttered what for me was a death sentence, for her - a mere quip. "Really?" I said, faking indifference. Fuck! Shit! Bugger! She's grown up and left me, I thought. "She sends her regards." Regards? Her fucking regards? All those years of careful grooming, keeping my hands off her, restraining my urges until I could transport her to heaven and all I get are "regards"? Not even a fucking phone call? "Oh, and another thing. I won't need to bother you with babysitting anymore. At twelve I think she's old enough to take care of herself. But thank you for all your help." I managed to say, "You're welcome. Give her my love," and hung up. I tried to think if I had any razor blades to slash my wrists, but I use an electric razor. I could always go up on the roof and throw myself off, but then I'd have tidy my room and wash the dirty dishes in the sink and write a suicide note and it was all too fucking much. I poured a drink and called Steve. "I need some company," I told him. "I need a hot cock to take my mind off things." "Sorry, Tony, I'm all tied up. My sister has gone out of town and dumped her daughter on me. I stuck with looking after her." "How old is she?" "Ten." Mmm, interesting! "Why?" "You could bring her over and I'll cook my world class curry for you." "With chips?" "Yeah, with chips." "Ah, that's different. You know I can't resist your curry. You and I can't get up to any mischief, though." "Not even a quick blow job in the bathroom? Two minutes, tops? Course we can. Come about six. 'Bye." It was just after six when he rang my door bell. I was wearing my boxers and a frilly apron, what I call my French maid outfit. I opened the door to see Steve with a sweet faced little dark eyed beauty, wearing a short sun-dress of blue cotton. "Come in, guys," I said. "You have to excuse my outfit. It's way to hot for real clothes." The girl giggled. "This is Charlotte," he said, "my niece." I took her hand and an electric thrill ran through me. "Don't worry about your state of undress, Tony," he said. "Charlotte sees me in my underpants all the time, don't you, Sweetheart?" She nodded, giggled again and they stepped into the room. "Steve, I need a favour. Can you run down to the corner shop and get me a quart of milk. I'm all out." "No problem," he said. "See you in a couple of minutes." I closed the door behind him and turned to see that Charlotte was sitting on my bed, her back against the headboard, her knees close together under her chin. I sat at her feet. "Shoes off, Sweetie," I said, helping her off with them. Between her thighs I could see a narrow strip of vivid turquoise cotton, edged with white trim. Glancing up at her little angel face, I could tell she'd noticed where I'd been looking. "Nice panties, Charlotte. I like panties, especially turquoise." She opened her legs as wide as they would go and bunched her dress up round her waist. "You can look, if you like." The End. Comments and feedback to tonywill9999@yahoo.com. All emails will be answered.