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 Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: The Perks of Heroism ch1: Hero of the Day
Summary: Shane a 25 year old man goes to a local dam to cool off.  A
chance encounter with a girl leads to interesting possibilities.
Keywords: Mg ped nosex
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 accepts 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 pair of chapter which
were 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
knew that even at 15 years old it was 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.

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   The Perks of Heroism

   Chapter One: Hero of the day

   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
around 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
heads 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 thereafter the girl handed me one which I handed off to Karen.
Mine arrived moments later and Karen and I set off towards Briarwood again.

   We got to know each other better as we walked.  I learned that Karen was
ten years old and would be entering the fifth grade at Center Street Middle
School this September.  I told her I was 25 and I told her about my job,
but I think that just confused her so I let her talk more instead.  She
told me all about the stuff she had done so far during her summer.  She
took a trip with her best friend's family, as well as a lot of biking,
gymnastics classes and of course cooling off at the dam.  She seemed to be
a very active child, which I'm sure is what keeps her little body so lean.

   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."

   "Any time, 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 a 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.

   End chapter one.

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