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 The Pedagogy of Young Emily

   By Brian Filthe

  
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This story is a work of fiction intended for ADULTS ONLY.

   This is just a story, a work of fiction, and not reality.  Doing some of
the things described in this story could result in very serious
consequences.

   Feel free to contact the author at brian.filthe@gmail.com
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   Chapter Four

   Russ told Emily the plans for their first date ahead of time.  He was
going to take her to the mall for some window shopping; they'd get dinner
at the hot the hot new restaurant owned by one of their NBA teams former
players.  Then he was going to take her to the latest teen flick movie that
she really wanted to see.  Then, if they still had energy, he'd take her
for ice cream and a stroll in the park.

   Emily decided this sounded like a casual date, so she'd wear something
comfortable.  Of course she still had to be super-cute; she might run into
someone she knows at the mall.  But she wanted to show Russ that she was a
normal girl.  She pulled on some very tight leggings that clung to skin,
and a snug fitting camisole.  Both of these were very comfortable and
casual, but also very sexy and suggestive.  Every bit of her body was
covered, from her knees to her arm pits.  But virtually nothing was left to
the imagination of on-lookers taking a peek of her tight little butt, or
those newly developing breasts.  She put on a frilly sequined skirt and
loose fitting white silk shirt, which she buttoned only at the bottom.  She
still needed to advertise what she'd eventually be offering to Russ.  Both
her sister and her mother thought she looked cute and gave Emily their
approvals.

   Russ complimented Emily on her outfit many times as they drove to the
mall in his brand new SUV.  She was beaming with pride and confidence.  She
felt very grown up, and on top of the world.

   They strolled around the mall looking in store front windows, walking
into a few stores.  She took him into every clothing store she could.  She
flirted with him constantly, holding up several very suggestive articles of
clothing and asking if he thought she'd look good in them.  She took him to
a fancy underwear store and did the same thing with several sexy panties,
and a few bras.  She got him to talk about buying such things for his
daughters; he said he had, and he admitted that it kind of turned him on a
little.  After they left the underwear store Emily put her hand in his. 
From that point on they held hands everywhere they went in the mall.

   They stopped in the center of the mall and sat on a bench.  Emily sat to
Russ' right.  They were both turned slightly toward the other.  Emily
pulled her left leg up and bent her knee, laying the leg down so it was
fully touching Russ' right leg, and inviting him to touch her.  He placed
his left hand on her thigh, well above her knee.  Those taking a glance, at
the older man and young girl, as they passed by, would probably assume it
was a father being affectionate to his daughter.  Those who might look
closer would see that his hand was caressing her inner thigh, moving toward
her holy spot.  They sat there watching the people, talking about them. 
Russ opened up the conversation about dating.

   "So your mom said that I should be teaching you about dating.  I'm not
sure what you want to know, or what you already know."

   "Well, my health teacher, at school, said that dating is how we find out
who we want to marry someday.  I'm too young to even worry about that.  I
read in a magazine that said I should date people to learn what kinds of
people I like, and what kinds I don't like.  My mom said that, since I'm
just starting to date, I should have fun, relax, and enjoy the experience."

   "All those things are true." Russ agreed.  "You seem to be enjoying this
more than I thought you might.  Your mom told about some of your
experiences this summer, and some of the stuff you learned.  I understand
that you haven't had too many men in your life; that you've only really
been with girls and women.  So I was concerned that you'd nervous around
me."

   "I like you; you're kind and good looking too.  I see you with Viviana
all the time.  She loves you, so I have no reason to be nervous, right. 
I've seen the way you hug her, and kiss her.  Most dads don't do that, at
least not in front of their daughters friends.  I want that." Emily
explained.

   "Oh, check it out, look at that girl over there.  Do you see the girl in
the pink top, with that older boy?" Emily interrupted herself.

   "Yeah I do, what about her?"

   "She's in my gym class.  She's always bragging about her older boyfriend
- he's in college, she says." Emily looked up at Russ "She told us that she
lets him fuck her whenever he wants." She looked back at the girl.  "He
looks a lot like her, I think that might be her brother!" she almost
giggled.  "Look, he just put his hand on her ass."

   "She looks like she's your age, maybe younger.  She's having sex with
him?" "That's what she said, anyway." Answered Emily "She's like a few
months younger than me, I think.  Her birthday is in December, just before
the grade cut-off.  She should probably be in the sixth grade." Emily
speculated "Oh look, he just felt her up!  They're looking in that window
and think no one sees them!  Wait a sec, she has less on top than I do, and
I don't have much, yet!" she giggled

   "Do I sense a little bit of jealousy?" Russ teased

   "No!  Why would I be jealous?  She's got her goofy looking brother
feeling her up.  I've got a sophisticated grown man, who will be touching
me like that before long, right?" Emily stated matter-of-factly.

   "Huh, what?"

   "Well, the rules of dating are: at the end of your first date, if you
like the guy, you can kiss him, or even make out with him.  If you really
like him you should allow him to touch you wherever he likes.  Then, after
the second date, if you really like him, then you can give him a blow job.
However, I would have to be willing to get naked and let you go down on me.
Then the third date is for full-on sex, right?" Emily offered what she's
been told.  "I already know I really like you, and since this is our first
date I'm going to let you touch me wherever you like, and I plan on making
out with you later." Emily said with a snicker.  "I mean look, your hand is
practically on my pussy already, and I'm not stopping you."

   "um,...  wow,...  I guess you're the one teaching me about dating.  The
rules have changed a lot since I was your age."

   "Well, you are kind of old." Emily laughed.

   "Just for that...  since you're not going to stop me anyway." He said,
trailing off his words as his right hand slid all the way up her thigh and
cupped her pussy.  He discovered it was small, compact, and very soft.  He
pulled his hand away before anyone might see.

   "See, I didn't stop you." Emily said with a smile.

   After Emily's surprising comments on the bench, Russ got more and more
comfortable with touching the girl, standing closer to her, and increasing
his level of intimacy.  The couple went into a jewelry and accessory store
designed specifically for girls Emily's age.  She was looking at all kinds
of different trinkets, rings, pins, necklace charms, and lots of other
things.  She was standing very close to Russ; directly in front of him, so
her butt was pressed against his hardening cock.  His left hand rested on
her hip and his right on her soft, inviting, stomach.  She turned toward
him to show off the treasure she just discovered.  His hand went into her
shirt and fully into her tight black camisole.  He froze.  Taking a quick
glance around, seeing that no one was paying them any attention, she
grabbed his wrist and slid his hand up a few inches until his palm was
cupping her young breast.  He immediately knew she wasn't wearing a bra. 
There was only a thin, tightly stretched, cotton barrier between her skin
and his hand.  He began kneading her soft, womanly, flesh.  She held up the
trinket as if to show him "You can do this anytime, anywhere, you want.  "
He felt her nipple harden under his touch.  He pinched it between his first
finger and thumb.

   Later, they were in a department store looking at skirts and leggings -
not much different to what she was already wearing.  Russ had sat down in a
chair while the girl ran in and out of the fitting rooms, putting on a show
for him with each change.  One trip out to see Russ, Emily had tried on a
new skirt; it was very short, well above mid-thigh.  She had been leaving
her leggings on with each display, this time she took them off.  "What do
you think of this one?" she asked

   "I like it.  It's a little short, but it is very cute." He flirted "come
closer so I can get a better look." She happily complied with his request.
"Yep, it is a little on the short side." He said, putting his left hand on
the back of her right thigh.  "The slightest draft of air and this frilly
little skirt is going to lift up and show everyone your knickers." His hand
slid up the back of her leg and grasped her butt cheek.  He was surprised
to be touching bare skin; he just assumed she'd been wearing panties.  He
slid up a little higher, squeezing her firm backside, and felt the
micro-thin waist band of her g-string.  She was wearing something, just not
very much.  "Although, I guess, a girl as hot as you, with an ass as
amazing as this one" he lowered his voice even more "has an obligation to
society to show it off.  You can help make the world a more beautiful
place." He joked.  He made no effort to remove his hand, and she made no
effort to make him.  He rubbed her bare skin, slid his fingers between the
young firm globes, and slid down between her legs.  His fingers brushed her
silk cover pussy mound.

   She let him touch her for a few seconds before stepping away.  "You can
have more of that later.  Right now I have more clothes to try on." She
leaned down and kissed him on the mouth.  "You're going to buy me this
skirt, right?"

   "Sure." He laughed.  He knew she was taking advantage of him, and he let
her.  They went to the new Chuckie Webb Boards, a very popular place. 
Everyone in town wanted to be able to say that they've eaten there.  The
place was packed, but Russ was able to pull in a favor from a friend to get
a table for two.  He had the lamb chops with spinach and smash cauliflower.
She had stuffed chicken and shrimp.

   They were holding hands as they entered the restaurant.  He held the
door for her and spoke to hostess.  He held his left hand on the small of
her petite back as they were shown to their table.  He pulled out her chair
for her, and helped her slide it in to a comfortable position.  He tried to
answer her questions about items on the menu, defining words she was
unfamiliar with.  He made sure she understood that she could order anything
she wanted.  He encouraged her to order first.  He explained the multiple
forks.  He treated her like a lady, with respect, while also hinting at his
attraction to her with tactful compliments.

   Dinner was complete, and they had eaten as much desert as they could
handle.  It was very rich and they each made comments about feeling like
they'd `eaten a horse', and `one more bite and I might explode'.  Emily
excused herself to go the ladies room.  Russ was puzzled by the fact that
she took one of her shopping bags with her, but didn't question the young
lady.  While she was gone Russ paid the bill and signed the receipt.  He
was ready to go when Emily returned to the table.  It took him a moment to
notice that her legs were now bare.  She'd removed the leggings that she'd
been wearing all afternoon.  Then he noticed that her white silk top was
buttoned up about half way; before she'd only had the bottom buttons
fastened.  Although the top three buttons were open through which he saw a
fair amount of skin.  "You changed?" Russ asked.  "Well, sort of." she
responded with a grin.  "Are you ready to go see a movie, ma' lady?" He
quipped, she laughed.  "I'll let you take me anywhere, sir."

   They held hands as they walked to the theater.  He couldn't help but get
excited by what her wardrobe alteration meant for him.  He subtly bumped
her hand, intertwined with his, against his semi-erect cock.  She knew what
he was doing, although it's unlikely any onlookers would have even noticed.
He'd already purchased their tickets, so they just walked right in. 
Standing in line at the concession stand he stood directly behind her with
a hand on each hip.  He rhythmically bumped his hard-on against her tight
little ass over-and-over again.

   After picking up their sodas and candy they made their way down the hall
to their auditorium.  Emily held the large soda in one hand, and the red
licorice in the other.  Quickly, Russ said "Here, turn here, I want to show
you something." He walked her down an empty hallway toward a large movie
promotional cut out.  He got behind her, and held her hips, pulling her
into him.

   Whispering into her ear "Remember earlier we were watching your fiend
get felt up by her brother, and you said that your new, even older,
boyfriend would be feeling you up soon, too?" "Yeah?" she questioned, with
excitement in her voice.  "Well, soon, is now." He said and slid his left
hand into her open shirt.  Just as he hoped, and expected, his fingers met
her bare skin.  He cupped her newly forming breasts, kneading it and
playing with her tiny areola.  Her nipple got hard immediately.  He started
kissing her ear and neck.  His right hand dove between her thighs.  He
pulled up the front of her skirt and his fingers found their way down into
her tight panties.  He rubbed his fingers through her slit, which quickly
became wet.  She dropped the candy when his fingers separated her lips and
found her clit.

   "Oh god." She breathed.  She had become familiar with what her orgasms
felt like.  She was getting close when he pulled his hands away from her
very sensitive erogenous zones.

   He took the drink and candy from her hands and gave her a moment to
compose herself and straighten her clothes.  He kissed her strongly on the
lips.  "We should go find our seats." He said with a devious grin on his
face.

   Together they climbed to one of the last rows in the nearly empty
auditorium.  Emily lifts the retractable arm rest that separates her seat
from Russ' seat.  After he puts down the soda and candy, and gets
comfortable in the over-stuffed chair, she sits on his lap, with her thighs
spread open to the outside of his lap.  Her skirt rests just an inch or two
below her girl parts.  Her bare, sexy, legs are dangling.  Her toes barely
touch the floor.

   Taking advantage of their early arrival, with the auditorium still
nearly empty, Russ places his hands on the soft, sensitive, skin on her
inner thighs.  He spreads his fingers out so that his thumbs are pressing
against her pussy lips.  She settles deeper into his lap, spreading her
legs just a little more.

   "Are you enjoying our date?" He whispers into her ear.

   "My very first ever date with a boy, um,...  I mean a man.  Yes I am."
She responded with a glow on her face.  "Is this your first date with a
girl,...  I mean a girl like my age?"

   "Well, I take my daughters on dates sometimes.  And when I was young I
liked to date girls.  Some were as young as you."

   "How old is the youngest girl you've dated?  Not counting Liliana and
Viviana, I mean." Emily asked as they both enjoyed the feeling of his hands
caressing her delicate thighs.

   "Hmm, let me think about that." Being silly, he acted like he was going
into the deep recesses of his memory.  "Well, I am pretty old, and my
memory isn't what it used to be." She giggled and elbowed his gut.  "I
guess it was probably Katie.  The first few times I took her out she hadn't
turned twelve yet.  Then we dated for almost a year after that."

   "Really?  How old were you?  How'd you meet her?"

   "Our families were good friends, so we saw a lot of each other.  I think
I was 27 when we started going out."

   "Really?  Did you have sex with her?" Emily whispered.

   "A gentleman should never kiss and tell.  There, that's another dating
lesson.  Any boy you date should never tell his buddies, or anyone else,
what you did together."

   "Then you won't talk about me after we start having sex?" she asked with
a smile on her face.  "I promise." She leaned up and kissed him.

   "How many other little girls have you dated?" she giggled.

   "Little girls?" he poked her legs.  "Let me think.  Katie wasn't the
first.  There were a couple of girls when I was a teenager.  Then a couple
more that Katie introduced me to at her 12th birthday party." Russ
reflected.  "So you have a thing for young girls?  Is that why you agreed
to my mom's plan to date me?"

   "When a guy my age is offered the opportunity to date a sexy, hottie,
like you, he'd be an idiot to let to it pass." He argued "I am pretty sure
I've never dated any girl as pretty as you." She blushed at his compliment.
The auditorium was starting to fill up.  There were a few people at the
opposite end of the same row Russ and Emily were in.  He knew he couldn't
keep his hands between her thighs much longer.  So he took the leap and
started rubbing her labia through her silk panties.  She got moist and
started breathing heavier right away.

   "One more question." She continued to probe as she built to an orgasm.
"You like to date young girls.  Without betraying your gentlemanly status,
tell me, not including me, although I am going to let you, how many young
girls have you had sex with?"

   "Well, not including you?" he teased "How do you define young?  I mean,
that is very relative term."

   "Ok, ok, 15 or younger." She defined her term.

   "Well, what about if I had sex with a girl who was 15, but started
having sex with her when she was 13, which age do I consider?"

   Again, she jabbed in the gut.  "You know what I mean." She feigned
frustration "Ok count the age when you first did it."

   "ok, that helps." He joked "So, let's see,...  there have been, not
including you, yet," he smiled at her "7,...  no 8; Although, none of the
girls were 14, or 15, when I started." She raised her eyebrows surprised at
the number.  "You said I have a thing for girls, I guess it's true.  And
before you ask; 2 were 13, 3 were 12, 2 were 11, and, well, one was,... 
younger." He admitted "But I can't tell you about that, yet, so don't ask."

   To their left, a young girl about the same age as Emily turned into
their aisle followed by an older man.  They sat down, several seats away,
and held hands.  Emily adjusted her position in Russ' lap, pulling down her
skirt a little.  "Maybe you should take this seat next to me." He
whispered. "I want to stay right here." She disagreed.  "Do you think he's
been playing with her pussy?" she quipped.  "She has some cute legs, and a
really short skirt, too.  I bet you want to fuck her and make her number
10,...since I'm going to be number 9."

   Soon the lights went down and the movie started.  Emily watched the
movie, but kept an eye on the girl, and her date, a few seats away.  As the
story before them was being set up the young girl climbed up into her dates
lap - just as Emily was.  The girl bent her knees and lifted her feet so
that they were on her date's chair, on the outsides of his lap.  Emily
tried to be subtle, but she was dying with curiosity.  She had to look.

   The girl's skirt was up about as high as it could go.  In her first
glance, Emily could clearly see the man's left hand playing with the girl's
chest.  Emily grabbed Russ' left hand and put it on her own small breast.

   In a second glance, Emily saw that the man's hand was in the girl's lap.
Which clearly meant it was between her legs, most likely enjoying the young
girl's pussy.  Emily lifted Russ' hand and placed it in her lap.  Her
unspoken request was clear.  His fingers went to work in the darkness of
the theater.  Still wound up from her previous orgasm, it didn't take much
time for Emily to recognize the wave building within her - and crashing
down around her.  With Russ' fingers still stimulating her, Emily glanced
over at the other girl in her row.  She had her head leaned back on her
dates shoulder, with the unmistakable look of lust in her eyes.  The girl
noticed Emily looking at her; they made eye contact.  The other girl must
have recognized that Emily was doing the same thing.  Neither girl looked
away.  The other girl's body tensed up becoming rigid.  She lifted her ass
slightly off her dates lap and froze in that position for a moment or two.
When she released herself she collapsed into a satisfied lump in her dates
lap.  Her feet fell from where they had been perched.  Emily could clearly
see that his hand was inside the girls panties.

   "See, I knew it!" Emily whispered into Russ' ear.  "They are on a date,
too." She said.  "He just masturbated her.  She just had an orgasm!"

  
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