Saturday, May 5, 1984. The events of last Saturday had replayed in my mind endlessly. My mind was such a jumble of emotions I couldn't concentrate on anything else. First was the paranoia. I was positive the authorities would be showing up at any moment. Every time the phone rang I was sure it was Cynthia's mom calling to scream at my mom. Every time a car slowed in front of the house I was sure it was a policeman come to take me away. When none of that happened I was sure that was because they were biding their time while they decided the best way to lock me up forever. I knew everyone knew; I knew everyone was talking about it. I was sure even Ms. Hutchison was looking at me a little strangely in chemistry class. Then of course was my raging hard-on. I masturbated as soon as I woke up, as soon as I got home, again while Mom and Dad were watching TV and my sister did her homework in her room just a few feet away, and then again before going to sleep. Often I would stare out of the window as I did, wondering what Cynthia was doing across the street. Was she naked? Was she thinking about me? The only thought that effectively shrunk my dick was imagining her over there right now telling her mom how she had taken her clothes off while I watched. But then I would start to imagine her mother being turned on by the story and my cock would grow again. (Cynthia's mom herself seemed very young, hardly older than Ms. Hutchison, and truth be told I had masturbated more than once watching her last summer as she washed her car or bent over her flower garden in her short shorts, imagining her in the pages of my magazines.) I even bought my own jar of Vaseline, which I now associated with my evenings with Cynthia. I was uncomfortable with how I was feeling. Cynthia was a little girl, and I had no desire to fuck her. But her desire to expose herself to me overwhelmed my sense of propriety. And since she was the instigator, I could not be held liable for contributing to her delinquency! Part of it, as I said, was simply the overwhelming proximity to a naked, real pussy, of any age. My feelings would not have been different if it had been Mrs. Blossom who had exposed herself to me in the park rather than her daughter. And then there was the whole [i]public[/i] aspect of what had happened. The adrenaline that shot through my body, the intense tightening in my chest, as I had walked across the park with naked Cynthia, knowing at any second we could be caught, was new to me. My chest would tighten again whenever I thought about it. Even sitting in the front row of Ms. Hutchison's class I could hardly breathe as I recalled how Cynthia had been completely naked, in the middle of the park, 50 yards from any covering at all other than maybe a tree. It occurred to me that I had her clothes under my arm, and we could have covered her quickly if the need had arisen, and it made the feeling that much more intense when I imagined if I hadn't had her clothes with me. I arrived that Saturday at 7PM on the nose. Their front door was open, and I opened the screen door and stepped in, calling out hello. Cynthia came bounding down the stairs yelling "Hi Nathan!" and gave me a big but quick hug, disengaging before her slower mother could arrive after her. "Hi Nathan," Mrs. Blossom echoed. "Hi Mrs. Blossom." "Call me Catherine." "Can we go to the park again today?" Cynthia interrupted, grabbing my hand and jumping up and down. "Oh yes, Cynthia told me you guys had fun at the park last weekend." My face burned red like a fire truck siren. I looked with horror at Mrs. Blossom and was amazed to see she was smiling. "I . . ." I tried to start. "I . . ." Finally I swallowed hard and croaked out, "sure." "Sounds fun," Mrs. Blossom said. Mr. Blossom came down the stairs then and said hi and shook my hand again in his manly way to indicate he was just another guy. "Shall we?" "Have fun, you two!" Mrs. Blossom said, and the two of them headed out to the garage. "Let's go!" Cynthia whispered, pulling on my hand. "Hang on, let's wait till they leave!" I whispered back. The garage door closed after them and the car disappeared up over the hill. Cynthia slammed the screen door open and ran headlong toward our car parked across the street. "Cynthia, slow down! Look before you cross the street!" She was already in the car by the time I got to the curb. I didn't look at her or say anything until we had driven away from the house up over the hill. "Cynthia, did you tell your mom what we did last week?" "Of course not, stupid!" I was not entirely convinced. "What did you tell her exactly?" "I told her we went to the park and I played on the jungle gym and that it was really fun and you pushed me on the swing, and that you played on the monkey bars with me and slid down the slide and it was so funny." Wow, this girl was a good liar. I hoped it was her mother that she was lying to. It was a warm Spring evening and amazingly the park was once again deserted. We did not say another word to each other as we parked the car and walked to the jungle gym. As a slight nod to my better nature, I decided I was not going to say anything else about last week if she did not bring it up first. She went to the jungle gym and jumped up on the monkey bars while I sat on the bench. I could tell by how slowly she was moving, and how she lingered on the equipment closest to me, that she wanted to say something. The anticipation was torture. I knew she wanted to, and I knew I was not going to protest. Prolonging these moments before anything happened were exquisite. I hoped she was old enough to enjoy the anticipation as I was. "Nathan?" she finally said, dangling from the bars. She dropped to the ground and came over to me, holding my finger in her hand. "I have a secret." "Oh yeah? Can you tell me?" "I have to whisper it." I bent closer to her and she cupped her hands around my ear. Her breath on my ear sent tingles down my spine. "I want to get naked again." I leaned back and furrowed my brow. "Hm," I said thoughtfully. She said seriously, "will we really get in trouble?" Maintaining my thoughtful expression, I replied, "we definitely will if anyone finds out." "But what if it's our secret?" "If it is just our secret, and no one else ever knows, then it is okay." Her face brightened; she looked around the park. I brushed my lips against her ear and whispered, "do you want to get naked now?" then turned my ear toward her. "Yes," she whispered back. "Do you want me to undress you?" I whispered into her ear. "Yes," she whispered back. That had been an inspiration. The pressure in my chest was intense. "You have to keep a look out, okay?" She nodded. She was wearing a cute little sweater with big plastic buttons. I reached up under her chin and unbuttoned the first one, then another. I had to pause and force myself to breathe. I unbuttoned the last three buttons and pulled open the sweater, gazing at her beautiful little girl chest for the first time. Her nipples were definitely bigger than last year, just slightly puffy. Her ribs protruded under her almost translucent skin. Her concave belly as she too breathed heavily. Her bellybutton was still an outy. "Kick off your sandals," I instructed, and she did. Then I slid my fingers against her warm abdomen and into the elastic band of her pants. I pushed them down and she stepped out of them, so now she was wearing only her little girl panties and her open sweater. "Is the coast still clear?" I asked her. She looked over my shoulder then nodded. I looked past her to make sure no one was coming from that direction then pushed her panties to the ground. She put her hand on my shoulder to balance as she kicked them to the side as well, and she was bare from the waist down. I was amazed by the smooth skin from her bellybutton to her crotch, not even a hint of hair, the same translucent skin that covered her ribs. From this angle I couldn't see her pussy, just the slightest hint of a dimple at the top of her slit. "Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded, and I slipped the sweater off her shoulders and to the ground, and she was now stark naked in front of me once again, in the middle of this public park on this warm Spring evening. Honestly, despite the overpowering prurience of the situation and the pressure of my raging hard-on, I felt there was a certain wholesomeness to letting Cynthia play naked. Why not? Dangling from the monkey bars, she spread her legs open once again, displaying that bright pink secret between those smooth featureless lips. I stood and called her name. "Just two minutes, okay? Go on the monkey bars then the slide then we have to go." "I know," she said cooperatively. As I turned back to the bench to gather up her clothes a car rolled slowly down the street past the parking lot. I froze. I was three steps from Cynthia, the girl's clothes in my hands, as she swung naked from the bars behind me. Mercifully the driver kept going, either oblivious or unable to believe their eyes. She had trouble sliding down the slide on her naked ass so jumped down the last few feet. "Ready?" I asked. The coast was still clear. I held out my hand for her to grab, and walked quickly back to the car, once again hand in hand with a naked nine-year-old girl. As soon as I slid behind the wheel, she asked, "Can I ride home naked?" I looked over at her. The edge of the window came up to her eyes. No one would be able to see her unless they were right up at the car. "That's probably okay," I said dubiously. I was not ready yet for her to put her clothes back on either. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I asked her what it felt like to be naked. "I love it!" she exclaimed. "Did you think about being naked last week?" "Yes, I thought about it constantly." "But you didn't tell anyone?" "No." "Do you ever get naked on your own?" "No, but I wanted to. I kept thinking about it at school!" "But you didn't?" "No, I wanted to wait for you. Did you?" "No! I have never gone naked." "Well maybe you should!" "Maybe! Let's make a promise we will only be naked with each other." "You mean we can do this again?!" "Yes I am sure we will next week. We just have to keep it secret!" "I know. I can't wait!" We pulled into her driveway, which was a little weird since I live right across the street, but I didn't want her getting dressed in front of my house. "Okay, put on your clothes." She obeyed, panties then pants then finally her sweater, covering up those cute little nipples. "I don't want to button it." "That's probably fine, but hold it closed, okay?" "Yes." I got out and opened the door for her and she immediately forgot to hold the top closed so that as she ran up the front steps it flapped in the wind, exposing her nipples to the neighborhood. I glanced around furtively but it appeared we were alone. It was a great relief to get inside. We watched TV for an hour then it was time for her to go to bed. "Good night, Nathan," she said, and climbed into my lap to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for letting me be naked." "You are welcome, sweetie, I love doing it with you." I waited about five minutes before going to the back bedroom to get the Vaseline. On my way back out past her darkened bedroom door I heard her say, "Nathan?" I held the jar behind my back and looked in the dark room. "Yeah?" "What do you do with the Vaseline every night?" Caught already! Should I lie? "It's called masturbating. It's something grown-ups do." "But what do you do with the Vaseline?" I sighed, giving up. "I rub it on my thing, and it feels really good and helps me to relax." "Can I see?" "But I have to take off my pants to do it. You want to see me naked?" "Yes." "Well, okay. But Cynthia this has to be a secret too. Can you keep it secret? You can't tell anyone." "I know. Everything we do is a secret. I don't tell anyone anything at all." This was insane, but in for a penny in for a pound. This wouldn't really be [i]worse[/i] than undressing her in public. I sat down on the edge of the bed, reached over her and turned on her small bedside light, and said, "Okay, sit up." Suddenly she got shy. "What's wrong?" Now she hesitated, but then pulled back her sheet. She was naked underneath. "Cynthia!" "I know, I'm sorry! But no one was going to know! I wake up early in the morning and put on my pajamas." "You mean you do this every night?" "Since last week, yeah." "But you told me you didn't!" "But this doesn't count! It's just in my room under the sheets, no one will know!" Continuing my destructive habit of letting her shaky logic convince me easily, I said, "Yeah, that is true. I sleep naked sometimes also." Her eyes got wide. "You do?" "Yeah." "Cool!" she said and sat up and hugged me, then lay back down. The sheet had slid to the side so she was now completely exposed. I stood up, my cock aching so badly I had to relieve myself soon, somewhere. "You want to watch me?" She nodded solemnly. "Can you see without your glasses?" Her eyes were actually quite beautiful without them. She nodded again. "I only have trouble far away, like with the blackboard at school." I made a decision not to do this in half measures. I kicked off my shoes and socks, then pulled my shirt up over my head. She stared at me silently, nakedly, her arms and legs stiff and straight. I pushed down my pants and stepped out of them, my rock-hard cock straining against my boxers, then I pulled out the elastic band past the head and slid them down to the ground, and now I was standing naked in front of this little nine-year-old who was staring at my cock wide-eyed and silently. Her red lips parted and she started breathing through her mouth. "I'm going to straddle you, okay? So you can see it up close." She nodded. I lifted my leg over her torso so one knee was on either side of her abdomen. Her arms were still stiff by her sides so now they were pinned under my knees. I settled back until my butt was resting on her thighs, my balls laying right above her crotch. My cock was so hard it pointed right to the ceiling; I had to push hard to point it downward at all. The head was glistening with precome. It twitched. "Are you okay?" I asked; "Don't talk now, just nod, and watch me." She nodded. I leaned forward to grab the jar from the desk above her head where I had placed it, and pushed off the metal top with that familiar metallic click. "Okay, so what I do is put the Vaseline on my cock to make it slippery." I scooped out a generous dollop with two fingers and spread it over the head and shaft, then tossed the jar onto the bed behind me and slid my fist up and down. "Then after it is slippery, I just run my hand up and down over it, like this, see?" She nodded. "Now, if I keep doing this, it starts to feel really good, and then I have what is called an orgasm. It might look a little weird, I kind of jerk a little bit, and I might moan a little bit, and I might even say strange things to you. That's all normal, okay? That is why it feels so good." She nodded again, all this while I continued to run my hand lightly over my cock. I was savoring this situation, her staring up at my enormous engorged dick, and I knew the moment I squeezed harder I would come. I didn't want to just yet. "So when all this happens, you can be happy that you did all this for me. That it feels so good because I saw you naked this afternoon and because you are naked now. It will make you feel good to help me feel good. Does that make sense?" Now she nodded eagerly, still breathing through her mouth, harder now. "And the last thing, the most important thing, is that when I have an orgasm, white stuff will shoot out of the end of my cock. This white stuff shows you how much I loved watching you today. It is the best thing in the world that you can help me make white stuff shoot out of my dick." "I want to see it." "Sshh, baby. Don't talk now. Just watch me." "Don't call me baby." "No, it's okay. I'm going to come now, to shoot my white stuff all over you. Remember I said I will say strange things? That's an example. When I rub my cock like this it makes me call you baby and sweetie and other things. It shows you how much I like being here with you. You know when I call you those strange things that it is because I am happy to be here with you, and that you are making me so happy. Now be quiet baby. Just watch. I'm going to come all over you. I'm going to shoot my white stuff onto your chest, onto your sexy little nipples and your little girl breasts." I was breathing harder. "Okay?" Her eyes were wide as saucers; she nodded again. "I'm going to come all over you, baby. You're so fucking hot. Oh yeah, sweetie, here it comes. Watch." The first shot flew entirely over her head and landed on her desk. The second shot was equally hard but I aimed downward and it splashed across her cheek and lips. The third and fourth and fifth and sixth pumped onto her neck and chest and nipples and the last drop I squeezed out onto her belly button. I had never come so hard or so long in my life. "Wow, sweetie, that was so much! Don't move now. Just feel my come covering your body. Doesn't it feel good? Warm and thick and wet. Keep your lips closed." I wiped the dollop off her cheek and her lips. "Okay. Did you like that?" I looked down at her chest so she looked down too and watched me spread the come evenly over her chest with the head of my cock. "Now the last thing is that you have to taste it. You show me you liked watching me by licking the stuff that I shoot onto you." I held my fingers with the come on them toward her mouth. "What does it taste like?" she asked. "Just try it. It is salty and good. It's good because it is me." I pushed my fingers between her lips and felt her little tongue tentatively lick. Then she licked harder and sucked the come off my fingers. I scooped up more of the come from her chest and fed it to her as well until her chest was fairly clean though still wet. "Did you like that?" "Can I see it again?" "Yes, but not tonight. It's really time for you to go to sleep now." I stood up and pulled on my clothes while she simply lay there unmoving and watched. I found the jar and the lid and put them back together. "I will get a washcloth to wash you off." "No!" she said. "I want to keep it on me so I can feel it while I go to sleep." My cock stirred again; this girl was unbelievable. I pulled the sheet up over her. "Oh! I almost forgot." I reached over her and scooped up the original dollop of come from her desk then pushed my fingers again into her mouth, which she sucked clean. "Okay, Cynthia, good night. I will see you next week, okay? Don't do anything before then, right?" "I promise. Good night." She held out her hands for me to hug her, and kissed me on the cheek. Things were quickly spinning out of control.