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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's Thanks to a Pastrami Sandwich
Summary: Don locates a deli close to his current assignment.  His desire
for a pastrami sandwich is dwarfed by his desire for Jayden.  The young
clerk has a devastating effect on him.  Don learns she is actually the
owner's youngest daughter.  Jayden brings love into his life: Not bad for a
twelve year old.

   Keywords: M/ff con



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   Copyright (C) 2002, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Saturday PM, January 26, 2002

   Story codes: M/ff con

   Story intro: Don locates a deli close to his current assignment.  His
desire for a pastrami sandwich is dwarfed by his desire for Jayden.  The
young clerk has a devastating effect on him.  Don learns she is actually
the owner's youngest daughter.  Jayden brings love into his life: Not bad
for a twelve year old. 
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   Thanks to a Pastrami Sandwich

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt
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thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing. 
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   This project was supposed to be a milk run.  I've been on a three-hour
job for the last week and there's no end in sight.  Every time a fix is in
place, we re-boot and watch each workstation come on line and then crash.
The actual source of the problem keeps eluding the team.  It is another day
drawing to a close.  If we spend any more hours in a day here, I might as
well move in.  As it is, I get home exhausted, shower and crash; only to be
awakened by my screaming alarm.  That is a little about my job.

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   I am Don Parsons.  At fifty-one, I am usually comfortable with my life.
I live alone in a large house.  My wife was taken by cancer twelve years
ago.  Now, I am only responsible for myself.  Moving is not an option with
me; so, I kept our matrimonial home.  It's much too big for me, but it's
like a pair of old slippers: I'm comfortable here.  Upkeep is not a burden.
Money is no object, as I'm well paid with many bonuses.  What I do is very
much in demand.  I specialize in computer viruses; when I'm not doing that,
I try my hand at software development.  But, the simple-minded geniuses who
write the viruses keep my services in demand.

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   My current assignment has me baffled.  Usually I can zero in on the code
that was used to make the virus, but this one is totally new.  The prick
that wrote this code has a mind that he could make a fortune with, instead
of making more work for me.  After each new code we try, that I think will
resolve and kill this worm, the virus replicates itself.  I have yet to
locate the source.  The fact that servers go down doesn't help, as I can't
go through all the files and search for it.  I have an isolated copy of it
on a disk and now I need to figure out how to contain it while I figure out
how to dismantle it.  That is on my mind as I leave the office complex at
nine thirty.

   The only good thing about this assignment is I've found the perfect
deli-variety-diner store in the city of Abbotsville.  They make a pastrami
sandwich to die for.  The diner part consists of two very old tables with
two chairs each.  Their main business is take-out.  When I arrive, the
young clerk, whom I found out is actually the owner's youngest daughter, is
behind the counter.  She is the icing on the cake.  She is beautiful.

   I'm guessing she is eleven or twelve.  Her blonde hair is usually in a
ponytail or a tight bun.  She is about four feet five with noticeable
breasts.  It's her face that is a knockout.  Pretty doesn't describe her
looks; she is several notches above that.  She's a natural blonde with a
very light complexion.  Her facial features are unique.  I don't usually
like thin lips on a girl; but, in her case, its part of the magic.  Her use
of light makeup maximizes her beauty.  I'm no longer sure if I go there for
the sandwich or just to look at her.  Her name is Jayden.  It says so on
her nametag.  There's a little bell over the door that rings when you enter
the store.

   "You really must like it here or you don't have a home.  Which is it?"

   "Actually, I'm thinking of opening a deli across the street and I'm here
to steal your recipes."

   "You don't have to open a new one: dad will sell you this one in a
minute.  At least that is what he is always saying."

   "He wants to sell?"

   "Are you kidding?  Then what would my dad have to complain about."

   Her laughter fills the small store.  My tension disappears for a moment
as I gaze upon her beauty.  She's smiling and it's contagious.

   "Can I trouble you for two sandwiches and a cup of strong coffee?"

   "No trouble.  I was glad to see you come in at this time.  Usually it's
so boring all I do is restock and clean.  Dad insists that everything is
cleaned daily.  The store has been here for twenty-two years.  I'm the
youngest and need some spending money; so, I get the evening shift.  I do
my homework between customers and cleaning."

   I watch her movements as she assembles my sandwiches.  She is so
feminine.  Her hands are small and delicate.  Her nails are well manicured.
It's a joy just looking at her.

   "What grade are you in?"

   "Six."

   I roughly calculate she must be twelve or thirteen.  Now sitting at a
table, I watch as she brings a tray with my food and drink on it.  She
moves like a cat.  She does have small, noticeable breasts.  Her blouse
hides most of them, but her small nipples are showing.  Her legs are well
muscled and toned.  I wonder what she would look like in high heels and a
sleek dress.

   "Enjoy your meal."

   What I really enjoy is the sight of her walking away from me.  Her
distinct bum cheeks flow back and forth, as she returns to her counter.  I
have the benefit of her mild scent.  The meal is good, as were all the
others I have eaten here over the past week.  I read the paper and enjoy my
second cup of coffee.

   "I am sorry, but we close in twenty minutes.  I just wanted to let you
know."

   "That's fine.  I'm finished.  I just wanted to catch up on the news."

   As I look at her, it gives me an opportunity to study her facial
features.  She has high cheekbones and a mouth made for kissing.  The way
she is looking at me, I am sure she can read my mind.  She gives me a soft
smile and walks away.  I imagine she put a little more swing in her wiggle
for my benefit.  As I leave the shop, I hear,

   "I'll see you again tomorrow?"

   "Likely, the job is taking a lot longer than I expected.  Goodnight."

   She follows me to the door and I hear the bolt slide into place as I
leave.  When I look, she is still in the window watching me and blows me a
kiss; then, she disappears.  Beauty and nerve is going through my mind as I
drive home.

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   Today is worse than yesterday.  Not only did that damn worm re-appear,
and take out the systems on two more floors, but I find I have it on my new
expensive laptop as well.  If I could get my hands on the prick who wrote
this I would cut off his balls!  I will lose a lot of my own material if I
can't kill the little bugger.  I can only hope my backups are virus free or
my system at home is dead as well.  I'm not a happy camper.

   Each night I try to get out early enough to get my pastrami sandwiches
before Jayden's shop closes.  As I'm finishing up, she comes to the table.

   "Mister, why don't you call before leaving the building and I'll have
the sandwiches ready and waiting for you when you get here?  That way there
is no waiting and you don't have to rush.  You can enjoy them."

   She hands me a card with the number on it and her name in pen.  I'm sure
I can feel her magnetism or it could be me hallucinating.  Her face is
radiant.  It has me feeling like an old fool for getting excited looking at
a twelve-year old vision.

   "No Mr., my name's Don."

   "I'm Jayden; see . . .  it say so on my name tag."

   "Smarty."

   Over the next few days, I do as she suggested.  I call and kibitz with
her.  She could make a fortune on the sex lines with that voice of hers. 
When she talks to me, I get hard.  It takes a lot to get me hard at this
age.  She can do it in seconds just by talking to me.

   This project drags on and on.  I am really getting pissed off.  I still
haven't found the key to kill the damn thing.  Every night I see Jayden, I
thank my lack of knowledge for giving me one more day seeing her.  Then,
I'm really mad at myself.  My office is only ten blocks from the shop and
it's on my way home.  Stopping here regularly will be a breeze.  What I
need now is to get a brainwave to get my mind working three notches higher.


   I do learn that Jayden is twelve with a birthday in four months.  She's
doing well in school and enjoys literature.  That is one subject that
really evaded me or, I should say, avoided.  She enjoys Shakespeare and a
Russian author by the name of Chekhov.  I recall seeing a play by this
clown, Chekhov, called 'The Cherry Orchard'.  He apparently only wrote four
plays.  It's my contention that the only reason he only wrote four is they
finally caught up with him and shot him.  What really piqued my interest is
her interest in erotic literature.  She is currently reading 'Lady
Chatterley's Lover' by H.  D.  Lawrence.  I recall that work.

   "Do you enjoy reading classical stories?"

   "Yes, especially the ones with some interesting stories."

   "Interesting?"

   "Yes, lots of sex."

   Out of the mouths of babes.

   "Well, I've to admit, sex is interesting reading, but better doing."

   Jayden looks at me inquisitively as I leave the diner for some
well-earned sleep.  My drive home is perplexing as I ponder Jayden's last
comment.  Just how much does she actually know about sex?  With her looks,
and body, I could understand if someone has taken the time to introduce
that walking wet dream to the beginnings of sex.  I only wish I were the
teacher.

   We continue our banter, during my meals, every time I drop in for my
lunch.  When Friday night rolls around she can sense I'm not too pleased.

   "Boy, something's got your back up!  I thought you would be happy to get
two days off so you can rest."

   "Well, the powers to be have decided that we should work tomorrow till
noon.  They dropped that on us at four thirty this afternoon.  I'm not a
happy camper."

   "Well, I have to work too so don't feel too bad.  I've your lunch
ready."

   We're the only ones in the store.  She leaves the counter and sits at
the other table across from me.  The tables are small and the tray takes up
most of the surface.  It appears she didn't change from her school clothes.
Her pleated skirt fans over her hips and when she sits I get a very nice
display.  Jayden is not wearing nylons.  When she moves I notice she is
wearing black panties or, should I say, bikini panties.  I can see the
strings that are holding the small section of cloth covering heaven.  I
nearly choked at first sighting.  Quickly getting control of myself, I take
every opportunity to stare at her crotch.  She has beautiful inner thighs
of soft, flawless skin.  When she moves, her bikini sinks deeper into her
pubes.  For a small girl, she has large luv lips.

   Enjoying the view, I try to think of some way to get the conversation
back to sex, as I left it last night.  I don't want to appear to be a
pervert.  But, after all, she brought it up.

   "Have you ever read Lady Chatterley's Lover?"

   "Many years ago, as a student; but, I can't remember much of it."

   "I wish I had a boyfriend.  I want so much to experience what she did
with her lover."

   `I'm right here,' goes through my mind.  I've an erection to prove it.
But, I refrain from being so crude.

   "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

   "No, all the guys at school are jerks.  All they want to do is feel my
titties and finger me between my legs and as you can see, I don't have too
much in the titties section."

   She pushes out her chest, showing the small lovely protrusions of her
breasts against her white blouse.  They look perfect to me!  Each one is
over a mouth full.  How much do you really need?

   "For your frame and body you're very well endowed."

   I nearly bit off my tongue after I uttered the last word.  I can feel
the heat of a blush running up my body.

   "I didn't think anyone could notice.  You think they are nice?"

   "Jayden, you are a very beautiful young lady.  You should be proud of
your body."

   She is smiling and, again, shifts her body.  I am gifted with a view of
her luv lips, embedded in the bikini.  The center of is noticeably damp. 
Jayden's excited.  Hell, so am I!  She notices the time and tells me she
has to close soon.  I leave feeling much better than when I came in.

   Saturday morning turns out to be a complete waste of time.  Whether it's
a result of the team being pissed off about working Saturday, or something
else, isn't apparent.  We all clear out at the stroke of twelve, me to the
deli.  I might as well see Jayden before I go home.  The door opens and
Jayden looks at me in surprise.

   "Sorry, Don.  I'm going to the mall.  Mom's here and will make you a
sandwich."

   "May I drive you to the mall?"

   She looks at me with those beautiful eyes, with a silent question, but
doesn't say a word.  I look at her dressed in tight jeans and a cut off tee
shirt and tremble with desire.  Her cut-offs shows her flat tummy and her
beautiful deep belly button.  Whatever the question was, she got the answer
she's looking for?

   "Thanks, it will save me the walk."

   We both walk to my Yukon and, being a gentleman; I open her door first
and wait for her to climb in.  With these monsters, you haven't any choice.
Watching her body put additional strain on those already tight garments is
worth the chivalry.  Jayden has a beautiful, well-shaped bottom.  The peach
between her legs must be as worthy.  When I climb in the driver's side, she
still has that questioning look on her face.

   "What?"

   "You like little young girls, Right!"

   "Why do you ask?  Do you consider yourself a little girl?"

   "Don't you?"

   "No.  A beautiful woman?  Yes.  A little girl?  Far from it!"

   That removes the questioning look, replacing it with a beautiful
soul-melting smile.

   "Thank you, Don.  What's your real name?"

   "Well, Don is my real name.  Don Parsons: I live on Elm Street here in
Abbotsville.  My number is in the book.  Why do you ask?"

   "I want to know the name of the man who considers me a woman at twelve.
It may be a once in a lifetime deal."

   She's young and quick thinking: quite a combination.  Jayden settles
into the seat and I drive to the local mall.  It's one of those large
sprawling ones with a massive parking lot and with names for each section,
so you don't forget where you are parked.  We park in Rose Blossom.  She
looks at me inquisitively.

   "Are you coming in too?"

   "Yes, if you don't mind.  I have a few hours to kill and will drive you
back home if you like."

   "I'd like that.  I really don't have much to get."

   We slowly walk to the main entrance.  This mall is no different from the
ones anywhere else on a Saturday afternoon.  It is packed with people.  I
stay close to Jayden and she veers off to a cosmetic store.  I stop and
look for a rest area.

   "Jayden, I will be waiting for you at the bench."

   She nods and disappears.  The flow of people is continuous.  The women
are the objects of my attention.  I recall many a time, sitting in a
similar situation and enjoying the view, waiting for my wife who was
shopping.  Jayden comes out carrying a small bag.  She waves at me to
follow her.  I set my view on her lovely bum cheeks and follow those
well-packed jeans.

   She looks at me, points to a specialty woman's shop and disappears.  I
sit, like a trained pup, and watch the entrance.  A large number of
well-dressed women, and younger girls, make up the shops cliental.  A very
soothing view, from where I sit.  When Jayden comes out she is carrying a
larger bag.

   "Can I carry the bag for you?"

   "Well, a gentleman too.  Thank you, Don."

   She hands me the bag.  Finally, she goes into the anchor store of the
mall, a sprawling department store.  I follow her.  She goes to the
pharmacy section, where she picks up nail polish remover, cotton balls,
Q-tips and tampons.  I follow her through the check out.

   "Would you like something to eat or drink?  My treat!  I didn't have my
lunch, as you know."

   Jayden is very good company.  She is very aware of life and has a wit to
match mine.  We get back on the subject of erotic literature.  She goes
into the story she is reading, questioning why Lady Chatterley would want
to take on a lover since she had a husband.

   "Perhaps she felt ignored; but, likely she felt unsatisfied.  Some men
don't appreciate or anticipate the requirements of their partners.  That
was never my problem."

   "I bet you keep your wife happy."

   "I'm a widower, for the last number of years.  But I've a wonderful
memory of my wife and me."

   "Any girlfriends?"

   "No, I haven't had a relationship for over three years; I seem to be
married to my work."

   "That's a waste, Don.  You're a very handsome man.  Some girl is missing
a great opportunity to be part of your life."

   Now the heat of a blush starts at my toes: this is a situation that is
novel to me.  Jayden just pushed one of my buttons that hasn't been used in
years.  The heat hits my face.  She's laughing at me.

   "Your blushing, Don!  I didn't mean to embarrass you."

   "I guess we're alike in that way.  I don't have a girlfriend and you
don't have a boyfriend.  The only thing in our way is the age difference."

   "That shouldn't be a problem.  You told me I'm a woman."

   "There's no doubt about that."

   She sticks her tongue out at me, gets up and leaves, with me following
as a beast of burden.  On the drive back to the deli, Jayden silently
studies me.

   "Here we are!  Would you like me to carry your bags?"

   "Thank you for the lift, Don; but, I can manage the bags."

   The surprise is when she leans over, kisses me on the cheek and then
takes off like a rabbit for the front door.  Before she opens it, she turns
and blows me another kiss.  The trip home is very pleasant as I think about
Jayden.  After a steak and a salad, I'm determined to find the key to this
virus worm.  After three hours of total frustration, I manage to open the
infected file with a hex editor.  The prick that wrote this is a genius!  I
have no idea how long I will be able to read it before my system crashes. I
take a chance and instruct it to print.  The printer accepts the text and
starts printing.  I have the virus code on paper.

   Feeling proud of this little accomplishment, I treat myself to a rare
drink.  I enjoy a Black Russian.  I've been using the same bottles for the
last seven years.  That gives you an idea of my liquor consumption. 
Sitting with twelve pages of code, I try to determine the actual part of
the file that is causing the team all the grief.  This guy, or gal, is very
smart.  There are files within files and most go nowhere.  After stripping
five layers of garbage, I finally find the culprit.  It is so well
disguised, now I know why the group couldn't nail it.

   Using the basic execution file, I make a few minor changes and have it
attack its ability to replicate itself and then, actually, rendering it
harmless.  The theory is great; however, will it actually work?  That is
the sixty-four thousand dollar question!  I save my program to exe file on
a flash drive and load it into my infected laptop.  Once booted, I go
directly to the flash drive before the virus has a chance to crash the
system and execute my little program.  The screen goes blank and I can see
and hear the hard drive engaging; finally, my system opening screen appears
like nothing had ever happened.  I gingerly try and load a word processing
program.  It comes up.  I load a file and it appears on the screen.  So far
so good.  I look for that offending file and can't locate it.  Using my
virus checker, I find twenty-three files that it can't identify and they
are all quarantined.  With the speed of light, I delete all the offending
files.  I continue to play with my laptop for over an hour to ensure
everything is in order.

   I duplicate my little virus killer on ten flash drives.  I am ready for
Monday.  The rest of the weekend is relaxing.  However, every time I close
my eyes I see Jayden, that twelve-year-old little minx.  This is the first
time I have masturbated in months; as I cum, a vision of Jayden sitting on
my bed naked is the clincher.

   On Sunday morning, I'm reading the entertainment section of the local
paper.  Abbotsville has an arts theatre on Lorne Street and the current
film is 'Lady Chatterley's Lover.' My next thought is, `How can I ask a
twelve-year-old to go to a very adult movie?' It has a restricted adult
rating.  I check the times and one showing is at three this afternoon.  I
decide to go on my own, just to see how sexually revealing it is.  Except
for the fact it is supposed to be a work of literary art, you could mistake
it for a porn film.  It leaves nothing to the imagination.  What is in the
book is in the movie, graphically portrayed if full living color!  How can
I approach Jayden with the invitation to see the film?  Would her parents
allow her to go with a stranger?  Doesn't sound like I'm carrying the
problems of the world on my shoulders, does it?

   When I arrive at the office of our client on Monday, all of the team are
disgruntled because of the evasiveness of the virus.  They are huddled in
groups, of three and four, rehashing what we did last week with no new
ideas of what to do next.  I can only hope that my little program will work
on this massive server.  The C.  E.  O.  of the company is asking each
person if they have anything that will allow them to go back to work. 
Everyday down is costing the company thirteen thousand in profit.  They
have been infected for three weeks, going on four.  It is not hard to
figure out his concern.  Sitting in front of a server, I turn it on.  The
key for my killer to work is to activate it before the system crashes from
the virus.  I get the business's home page: so far so good.  Slipping in
the flash drive, I changes drives and execute my file.  Like on my laptop,
the screen goes blank, but the hard drive light is flashing rapidly.

   "Did you find something, Don?"

   "I really don't know, Bill.  Let's just wait to see what happens after
this, my silent prayer is the system comes up."

   The hard drive on this server is massive and, not only that, it has
three mirrors drives.  I have no idea if they are all infected.  It's
nearly lunchtime when the drives finally stop flashing and, like my laptop,
the system reverts to its homepage like nothing happened.  I quickly
install a commercial virus checker and run the program.  It takes two hours
to review all the files on the three drives.  During this time the rest of
the team have been watching and the C.  E.  O.  hasn't left the computer
room.  He has coffee brought in four times for the team.  The virus checker
has quarantined thirteen hundred and forty three files.  That is how many
times that shitty virus replicated itself.  It is no wonder we couldn't
kill it!  I delete the quarantined files.

   I watch as each workstation comes online, all asking for the operator to
key in their password.  There is a shout of exuberance as the team realizes
they can go back to the office.  The C.  E.  O.  comes over and shakes my
hand.  Hell, I think there is a tear of happiness in his eye.  He leaves.
As team leader, I call the office and tell them we are coming home.

   I had just put the receiver in its cradle when the phone rings again.

   "Don, congratulations on a job well done.  It took a little longer than
the three hours.  And, as a bonus, you get to stay where you are to help
them install a firewall, to make sure this doesn't happen again.  The C. 
E. O.  requested you personally."

   At least I'll be installing programs instead of killing them.  This I
like, as its preventative programming.  I accept the assignment.  It's
nearly four thirty, time for me to call Jayden.

   "Your favorite customer is calling.  Could you please have my sandwiches
ready?"

   "You're early!  I just got home from school.  I'll make them now."

   Jayden looks good in her school uniform.  The pleated skirt whirls as
she moves around, showing me those beautiful legs of hers.  I wonder if
she's active in school sports.  When she sees me, she sticks her tongue out
at me, goes behind the counter and retrieves my tray with my sandwiches and
coffee.  As she walks, she has direct eye contact with me.  My desire for
this young lady continues to accelerate.

   "You know, if you keep sticking that tongue out at me, I am going to
have to re-evaluate my comment about you being a woman and refer to you,
instead, as a bratty little girl.  Mind you, your tongue is beautiful."

   Jayden accepts my taunt, as it is intended, and sticks her tongue out
again.  How I wish I could taste it!  She puts the plate in front of me and
sits down.

   "Good to see you too, Don.  How did the day go?  You're so early.  Are
you finally finished?"

   "We finally destroyed the virus, so that made the day go fast.  We've
finished that part; but, tomorrow I start the second phase to make sure
this doesn't happen again."

   The store is quiet with only one customer, other than me.  All she
requires is a quart of milk and is gone.  Jayden and I continue our talk.

   "Did you know that 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' is playing at the arts
theatre on Lorne Street?"

   "No, I didn't!  I would love to see it!"

   "If you can get your parents' permission, I'd be honored to be your
escort and take you.  It is adult restricted, so you would have to pass for
sixteen."

   "I'll let you know."

   "Here are my numbers, my home and cell, if you want to contact me.  Or
if your parents want to talk to me."

   Jayden gives me the same questioning look as she has done many times
before and again, as in the past, she must answer herself.  She's smiling.
I get up to leave and she walks me to the door.  She appears to be
breathing rapidly, as if she is excited.  I don't know what I have done to
create it; at least I hope I'm the cause.

   "Thanks, Don.  That is a very nice offer.  I really want to see it, I'll
ask my parents."

   Nothing happens for two days.  On Wednesday evening, after doing my
breakfast dishes, the phone rings.  Caller I.  D.  prints out J.  D.  Rex
as the caller.

   "Hello."

   "Hello, may I speak to Don Parsons?"

   "Speaking.  How can I help you?"

   "I am Juan Rex, Jayden's father.  She told me you offered to take her to
an art movie of a book she is reading for her literature class."

   "Yes, I offered, but on the condition that you and your wife approved."

   "Well, we thought it weird at first until Jayden told me you have been
eating our pastrami sandwiches for the last month."

   "Well, it's been nearly that long.  Your deli makes the best ones I have
had in years.  So, can I answer any questions for you?"

   This is the moment of truth.  He may say he has already called the
police and they are on their way to drag me off to jail for propositioning
a young girl.  I don't know.  I wait.

   "Mr.  Welsh, the C.  E.  O.  of the company you have been working for,
also likes our deli.  He has been a customer of mine for the last eight
years.  I asked him about you and he gave me a glowing report of you and
your co-workers.  It seems you are saving his company millions of dollars
because you got their computers working again."

   "He's too kind.  We finally were lucky to find a cure for his problem. I
hope they make millions of dollars.  It will mean they can pay me."

   There is a small laugh on the other end.

   "Yes, I know what you mean.  Well, my wife and I give you our permission
to take Jayden to the movies and, if you decide to stop for something to
eat, we're fine with that as well.  The next time you are here ask Jayden
to get me as I would like to meet you before you ask her to the movie."

   "I'll see you tomorrow at about four thirty, Mr.  Rex."

   "Just all me Juan."

   "Ok Juan, thanks for calling."

   To say I'm a bit nervous, as I enter the deli the next day, is an
understatement.  I feel like a teenager on his first date, meeting the
girl's parents for the first time.  I hope I don't say something stupid. 
Jayden notices me and comes to meet me.

   "Daddy said he talked to you.  He wants to meet you, so does my mom."

   "Well, I feel like a teen on his first date meeting the parents.  We
might as well get this over with."

   "You coward!  I thought you were grown up?  I may have to reconsider my
evaluation of you."

   "Smarty, get your dad please."

   She turns and gives me her tongue and disappears behind the curtain.  I
can hear talking.  Jayden's mom and dad appear.  Mrs.  Rex is a very
attractive blonde like her daughter.  After introductions, and hand
shaking, we talk about many subjects.  Juan is a friendly person and
accepts me.  Mrs.  Rex studies me and is smiling.  So far so good.  I wait
for the Juan's decision.  While Jayden is serving a customer, Juan confides
to me.

   "I am certainly glad to have met you, Don.  Jayden had me wondering when
she said a man with gray hair offered to take her to the movies.  There're
all kinds of weirdo's on the street.  Now that I've met you, I feel better.
You have my permission to ask Jayden.  I already know her answer.  She's
been on my case all day."

   "Thank you, Juan.  I'm sure Jayden will enjoy the movie.  She told me
she enjoys literature.  I never did."

   "You and me both; but, her mom encourages her to develop an interest in
the arts."

   Later, Mrs.  Rex, Sibyl, tells me the same thing.  She's staring into my
eyes and then confides in me.

   "You better be good to my daughter.  You don't hurt her."

   The look on my face must have told her I'm surprised and wondering about
her comments.

   "My uncle took me to the movies when I was Jayden's age.  He taught me
all he knew to make me very happy.  I learned to appreciate life and the
pleasures of my body from him."

   I just shake my head in the affirmative.  This is a shock and a
pleasure. All three of them leave and, in a few minutes, Jayden returns
with a smile on her face.

   "You really impressed mom.  She told me you are a very interesting man."

   "Your parents gave their approval for the movie if you are still
interested."

   "Are you kidding?  I have been working on dad all day.  Of course I am
interested!  When?"

   "Friday or Saturday night: whenever you are available.  I will even take
you to dinner."

   "You really like young girls, don't you Don?"

   "You are the first young girl I have ever asked for a date since I was a
teenager.  I don't know why, but I feel excited when I'm with you.  It's an
amazing feeling."

   "I feel something for you too, Don.  But I'm not going to tell you what
it is.  You make me feel funny, but in a good way."

   "Now that we have the mutually admirations out of the way, when would
you like to go?"

   "Saturday night and I would love to have you take me to dinner.  You
will be my first date.  Rayne will be jealous."

   "Who is Rayne?"

   "She is my best friend.  I'll be calling her tonight after you leave. 
She thinks the boys at school are wimps, like me."

   Arrangements are made for me to pick her up at four o'clock Saturday. 
The movie starts at eight; so, there is plenty of time for a leisurely
dinner.  Jayden should be home by ten thirty or eleven.  I'm thinking I'd
love to have her in bed at ten thirty.  I remind her of the adult rating.
She tells me not to worry.

   Before I leave, both her mom and dad come out to say goodbye.  Sybil
gives me a look and a knowing smile.  Her lips shape a kiss to me.  I feel
a chill running up and down my spine.  She's a sexy woman.

   The next two days are repeats of yesterday.  When I arrive for my
dinner, all three are waiting for me.  Every time I see Jayden's mom I feel
something click between us.  I want her daughter; but, I'm not without
sexual feelings for Sybil.  I just wonder what all the under-tone actions
mean.

   On Friday night, Jayden is alone in the deli.  She serves me and takes
care of two customers, then returns to my table.

   "I'm so excited, Don.  I can't wait till four tomorrow.  My first date!
Rayne wants to meet you.  I told her not unless you said it was okay.  I
think she's jealous."

   "I'd love to meet your friend, Jayden."

   "Ok, I will tell her."

   We make the final arrangements for our dinner.  Jayden advises me that
she enjoys all kinds of food, as long as it doesn't have anything to do
with pastrami.  On my way home, I drive back to the theatre and cruise up
and down the streets near it.  There is a large restaurant called the Copa,
two blocks from the theatre.  Inside is bright and clean.  The menu looks
satisfactory, so I make a reservation.  It is at four-thirty tomorrow
afternoon.

   Saturday morning I make sure my suit is decent.  I splurge and get
Jayden a corsage.  I've been leery about getting one for my dates in the
distant past, wondering if it is the right color to match outfits.  I get a
white flower.  That should just about go with anything, but a white dress.

   This evening may only result in a good meal; but, I am going with a
positive attitude.  I know what the picture did to me: I hope it does the
same thing and more for Jayden.

   Before leaving the house, I check myself in the mirror: clean suit, blue
shirt, matching tie and a shine on my shoes; nothing to embarrass me. 
Grabbing the corsage, it is off to pick up my young date.  Jayden is
waiting for me.  When I arrive, she is at the door waving for me to come
in. Both of her parents are waiting and watching.  She is dressed in a
black pleated skirt, very similar to her school uniform; a fitted blouse,
that hugs her body; sheer black nylons, and chunky high heels that set off
her marvelous legs.  That, in combination with the way her makeup is
applied, makes her appear older.  Realizing the corsage isn't appropriate,
I hand it to Jayden and whisper for her to put it in a vase.  She smiles in
acknowledgement and disappears.  She hands me her coat that I assist her
with.  When she puts on her coat, lined with a fur collar, the effect is
magical.  Jayden looks like a princess.

   "I hope you have an enjoyable evening, Don.  This is a first for Jayden,
dinner and a movie."

   "I will have your daughter home at a respectable hour.  I may want to
take her out again and really don't want her parents angry at me."

   Jayden's parents are in a good mood as we leave.  I walk Jayden to the
Yukon and open the door.  She breezes past me, leaving a wake of her
haunting perfume.  It's a different scent than usual.  It gives me my usual
reaction.  It's hard to keep my eyes on the road and not on Jayden.  Her
lips are glowing in the light.  Her face is so beautiful to look at.

   "You look devastating, Miss Rex.  If I was younger, I would be asking
your parents for you hand."

   "Aren't you interested in more than my hands, Don?"

   I look at her in astonishment; she's laughing and purses her lips for a
kiss.  After regaining control of the Yukon, I look at her again.

   "Oh, I hope you mean that.  You look so sexy tonight.  I would love to
say to heck with the movie and just look at you for two hours."

   "Oh no you don't!  You told me you were taking me to a dinner and a
movie and I'm holding you too it!  The kiss you can have if you're good."

   "I'm always good."

   Our dinner is actually first-rate.  Jayden has dessert and I have a
coffee.

   "Aren't you going to have dessert, Don?"

   I look at her and think, `you are good enough to be my meal and
dessert.' I want to taste her complete body.

   "No, the meal was delicious; I have nowhere to put any dessert."

   After paying, I help her with her coat and am engulfed in her scent.  I
don't know what it is, but Jayden has a positive effect on me.  I want to
hold her and kiss her.  My hands are trembling as I help her with her coat.

   "We have an hour before the movie.  What would you like to do?"

   "Don, the dinner was great.  I can't thank you enough for asking me out.
Mom told me it would be exciting for me.  She has a lot of faith in you.  I
don't know why.  Before the walk, lets go back to the Yukon; I always pay
my debts."

   "Debts?"

   Jayden grabs my hand and we walk to the Yukon.  I help her and she turns
to me.

   "Please get in, Don."

   Wondering what she's up to, I get behind the wheel.  She moves over to
me and looks at me.

   "I owe you a kiss."

   It's a good thing all the windows are privacy glass.  They appear very
dark from the outside, but allow me to see out.  I can imagine some old
lady, in the apartment across the way, watching and seeing me kiss a young
girl.  Jayden is waiting.

   Imagine, me, a fifty one year old, and nervous about kissing a twelve
year old woman.  Our lips meet.  There's electricity!  My arms are around
her shoulders, pulling her up to me, and I feel her arm circle around my
neck.  I lose count of the kisses, and then we come up for air.  I have an
erection that beats anything I've had in years.  Fortunately, it isn't
pushing against Jayden.  I can taste her lipstick and tongue.  I really
don't want to go to the movie now.  I want Jayden.

   "Wow!  Mom told me that kissing could be thrilling, but I never knew how
much!  When I tell Rayne, she will really be jealous.  She still wants to
meet you.  Don, that was wonderful.  I want to do it again."

   "I think we had better go for a walk and cool off.  If we do that again
we may end up doing something we hadn't planned on.  Jayden, you are
everything in a woman that I could ever dream about.  I don't know why, but
you make me feel so giddy."

   "Well, you make me feel funny too."

   We do walk for nearly thirty minutes before we enter the theatre.  There
is a sign that says this is the end of the engagement for this picture. 
The next film they are advertising is 'The Pearl.' I can remember studying
it in high school.  I ask Jayden where she would like to sit and she says
the balcony.  We find two excellent seats in the middle of the section. 
There is one other couple sitting in the front.

   Jayden put her hand in mine.  She feels so soft and delicate.  I can
feel the current flowing between us.  She looks at me with that questioning
look again, smiles and watches the movie start.  During the credits, she
takes off her coat and I am watching her breasts rise and fall as she
breathes.  She catches me.

   "Watch the movie, Don.  I'll be asking you questions when it's over."

   "I would sooner watch you."

   "Yes, I noticed."

   Well into the movie, the scene changes: I watch as the characters get
involved with a steamy sex panorama.  Then I look at Jayden.  Her hand is
tightening on mine, as the actors are now nude on the screen.  Her eyes
seem riveted on the male who is, to say the least, well endowed.  Jayden
slides forward in the seat and her skirt doesn't.  She is wearing nylons
and a garter belt.  I can see the crotch of her panties.  I can feel my
reaction.  On the screen, the characters are getting in position for the
male to enter.  His engorged cock slides easily into her.  Unconsciously,
Jayden pulls my hand to her crotch and pushes against her luv lips.  I can
feel the heat and moisture.  The outline of her pussy is evident.  I do an
exploratory with my fingers.  Shifting her panties, my finger slides into
her moist slit.  Her clitoris is out of its hood.  Concentrating on it,
Jayden's body tenses.  She's going to climax.  With both of her hands on my
hand, pushing me deep into her crotch, her body stiffens and she emits a
slight whimper.  When she comes back to the present, she realizes that my
finger is in her and, even in the subdued light; I can see a blush forming
on her beautiful face.

   "Don, I'm sorry.  I didn't realize what I was doing."

   "Nothing to be sorry about: I enjoyed doing it.  You are a fascinating
woman, Jayden."

   She leans over and kisses me, then excuses herself.  I watch as she
disappears.  Her scent is on my fingers.  As I inhale her, my cock springs
forward, uncomfortably.  Momentarily, she returns and kisses me again.  The
scene on the screen continues to be steamy.  She takes my hand and puts it
back against heaven.  She isn't wearing her panties.  Her luv lips are
without any noticeable hair.  Her small hand is on my crotch rubbing my
bulge.  I move her hand to my zipper and watch her struggle with it.  Her
hand slides inside and brings forth my engorged cock.  I watch her eyes
widen as she studies it in the flickering light.  For the balance of the
movie, I finger her and she caresses me.  Shortly before it ends, we
rearrange ourselves to leave the theatre.  She is silent as we walk, hand
in hand, to the Yukon.  Once inside she looks at me; then, is in my arms.
This is a passionate kiss of lovers, not of a casual date.

   "Don, I know what we did is wrong; but, it did feel so good.  I have
never felt like this before.  Remember when I told you that you did
something to me when we met?"

   "Yes."

   "Well, I get wet down there every time I see you.  When you leave the
deli, I go to my room and masturbate.  But it never felt as good as you
made me feel tonight.  When the guy put his thing in the woman, I want to
feel what she was feeling."

   "Do you know what you are saying, Jayden?  I have wanted you the same
way since I first laid eyes on you.  But I thought I would never have a
chance."

   "What are we going to do about it?"

   "Not much, tonight.  We have less than an hour to get you home."

   "Oh, Don, touch me some more.  Make me feel like you did in the
theatre."

   For those of you who are unfamiliar with a Yukon, they have a very large
back seat.  With the privacy glass, at this time in the evening, no one can
see in.

   "Let's get into the back seat."

   Once in the back, I get on my knees in front of Jayden.  The scent from
her hot pussy is intoxicating.  She is still without her panties.  I lift
up her skirt and lower my face and taste.  Her young pussy, and its juice,
are the dessert I never had at dinner.  Drinking my fill, Jayden trembles
with one climax after another.  Her hands are on the back of my head,
pulling me into her tasty quim.  Jayden's inner thighs feel so soft and
warm.  Slipping my hands under her bum, I massage her small, shapely cheeks
while fingering her anal opening.  I can't believe I have my face buried in
a twelve year old's pussy!

   When I come up for air, the clock on the dash tells me we have to go. 
Kissing Jayden's pussy once more, we untangle ourselves.  I could just look
at her beauty for hours.  When we return to the front seat, Jayden takes
out a handkerchief, dampens it with her tongue and wipes off her residue
from my face.

   "I must really be wet, judging from the mess on your face."

   "Well, I tried to lick it all; but, I guess a little got on my face."

   "More than a little!  My parents can't see you like that, especially
mom."

   "Why, `especially' your mom?"

   "She told me what could possibly happen.  She thought it interesting
that someone as mature as you would be interested in a young girl such as
me.  She had a distant smile on her face when she told me, like she was
thinking of something in her past."

   After I'm cleaned up well, at least to Jayden's satisfaction, she kisses
me and grabs my hand and puts it on her breast.  Her nipples are evident
through her blouse and bra.  They feel firm and so soft.

   "So where do we go from here, Don.  I hope this isn't a onetime thing."

   "You know it isn't.  We have to figure out some way to be together that
is acceptable to your parents.  You can call me anytime, you have my
numbers.  I will always be at one of them."

   On the ride home, Jayden is beside me rubbing my bulge.  I really would
have liked her to do more for me, but time is of essence.  I then watch her
slip into her semi sheer, white panties.  She looks so angelic!  When we
arrive, she insists I come in for a minute to face her parents.  We both
make sure our clothes are tucked in where they are supposed to be.

   "Hi mom, dad, the dinner was great and so was the movie.  Don just came
in to say good night."

   "Glad you both had a good time.  Will we see you Monday, for dinner,
Don?"

   "Wouldn't miss it.  Certainly saves me lots of dirty dishes."

   My body is still trembling as I drive home.  I can't believe what
happened tonight.  Jayden is more of a woman then I ever could have
imagined.  I can still see her pulling up her white panties, covering her
beautiful luv lips.  That scene will be with me for a long time.

   All day Sunday I keep hoping Jayden would call.  I'd call her, but it
would certainly be out of order for me to call her at home.  I want to keep
on the good side of her parents.  The phone does not ring.

   The next day at work, I jump every time the telephone rings; for some
reason, I feel guilty about myself.  I guess the fact I ate out a twelve
year old has something to do with it.  Was it worth it?  You better believe
it!

   Before leaving for the day, I call to have my sandwiches made up.  Sybil
answers and takes the order.  Her voice is a deeper version of her
daughters, very sexy.  When I arrive, Jayden is not in the deli.  I feel
disappointed when Mrs.  Rex delivers my meal.

   "Is Jayden ill?"

   "No, she has sports after school.  She plays some basketball.  Didn't
she tell you?"

   "No, she never mentioned anything about sports, just literature."

   "She had a wonderful time Saturday night.  We talked for nearly an hour
before she could settle down to go to sleep.  She mentioned you in her
prayers."

   Now I feel embarrassed.

   "I don't want you to hurt Jayden.  She's placed you on a pedestal.  She
really believes in you."

   "I can promise you, Mrs.  Rex, I'll never do anything knowingly to harm
your daughter.  She's a marvelous young lady.  I felt proud Saturday night.
She really can get to me."

   "If you get involved, I want you to be very gentle with her."

   "Involved?"

   "You know what I mean.  I remember when I was that age and an uncle of
mine took me out.  It was my first real kiss.  I can remember it like it
was yesterday."

   She leaves me for a customer at the counter.  My mind is whirling.  What
did Sybil just say to me or tell me?  The drive home is puzzling, trying to
make sense from my conversation with Mrs.  Rex.  Did she just condone me
seducing her young, sexy daughter?  But, the most perplexing question is,
when will I see Jayden in private again?  I feel empty for not seeing her
tonight.

   I'm moping around the house, thinking of Jayden, when the telephone
rings.  The caller I.  D.  is J.  Rex.  My adrenalin floods my body.  I
hope its Jayden.

   "Hello."

   "Hi Don, its Jayden, sorry I missed you.  I forgot to tell you about my
basketball game.  You should have been there.  I did well."

   "I would have loved to have seen you again, Jayden.  For some reason I
really miss you."

   "Good, because all I have thought of is you since Saturday.  I don't
think I got to go to sleep till early Sunday morning, thinking about how
wonderful it was to have been with you."

   "Oh, Jayden, I hate to admit this; but, I'm really taken by you.  I
don't know how or why, but I want you."

   "That's good!  You can come and see me play on Thursday night.  You will
be able to meet Rayne, as well; she plays with me."

   After more small talk, and a number of sloppy kisses over the phone, she
tells me the time and the place for the game on Thursday.  When I hang up,
I feel giddy and foolish.  My body is trembling like a kid.  I'm in a bad
way for this twelve-year-old beauty.

   Jayden prepares my sandwiches Wednesday and sits with me, most of the
time.  She looks so delicious: I told her I wanted her for dessert.  She
doesn't help when she tells me she is so is wet I could get as much as I
did in the back seat on Saturday.  When I leave the deli, I have to place
my briefcase in a strategic position to cover my tenting slacks.  Sybil is
watching, and laughing, as I leave.  She knows the effect of her daughter
on me.

   Thursday night I head to the auditorium where Jayden is playing.  It is
full of students and a smattering of parents there to watch their
children's game.  I move to center court and wait with the others for the
game to start.  When the team enters the court, I spot Jayden.  She stands
out in the crowd.  She is deep in conversation with another player.  She
stops talking and surveys the crowd.  When she spots me, she quickly sticks
out her tongue, just for me, then waves.  She talks to the other young lady
and points to me.  It must be Rayne.  She is beautiful.  Her dark skin is a
direct contrast to Jayden's light complexion.  I can see her beautiful full
lips coated with a deep red lip-gloss.  She waves at me and I acknowledge.

   Their team manages to hang on for a win.  It is very close at the final
buzzer 91-89.  As they leave the court, Jayden catches my attention and
indicates she will see me at the main entrance.  I slowly follow the mob
and stop at my designated spot.  It's nearly twenty-five minutes before I
see Jayden and Rayne coming towards me; they must have showered.  Both are
dressed in their school uniforms.  They don't make twelve-year-olds the way
they did when I went to school.  Both girls are knockouts!  Two boys
approach them and, I assume, the retort they received wasn't pleasant, as
they leave with tails between their legs.  Rayne's legs are as toned as
Jayden's.  They both are smiling; Rayne and I are locked in direct eye
contact.  I'm not backing down.

   "Rayne, this is Don; Don, this is Rayne."

   "It is a pleasure to meet you, Rayne.  Jayden has mentioned you often."

   "Hi, Don.  You are better looking than Jayden said.  You can take me to
the movies any time you want."

   "Back off Rayne!  I told you could just meet him, not have him."

   "That was a good game.  I'm glad you won."

   "Thanks, Don.  Will you drive Rayne and me home?"

   "It'll be my pleasure."

   When we arrive at the Yukon, Jayden makes sure she is in the middle. 
The two of them are talking about the game.

   "Ok, who gets dropped off first?"

   "We can drive Rayne home first, then me.  She lives on Roberts Circle."

   Rayne lives about four blocks from the deli.  She points out the house
and I pull into the driveway.  She looks at me in a questioning manner,
similar to Jayden, then smiles.

   "Thank you for the ride, Don.  It was a pleasure meeting you.  And I
would like to go to the movies with you."

   She is laughing as Jayden's eyes are throwing daggers at her.  If looks
could kill, Rayne would have been mortally wounded.

   As we pull out of the driveway, Jayden moves closer to me.

   "Thank you for coming, Don.  I really loved seeing you in the bleachers.
Mom and Dad never have time to come, as they have to be at the deli."

   "It's my pleasure, Jayden.  I just wanted to see you.  Rayne seems like
a nice girl."

   "She is going to be hot after you.  We share everything: I'm not sure I
want to share you.  I'll let you know.  I don't have to be home for an
hour; is there someplace we can park?  "

   "We can go to the mall and park in the back of the lot."

   "Yes!  Can we get in the back seat again?"

   I can feel my hard-on saying, Yes!  Yes!  The rest of my body is in full
agreement too.  I look at her and lust like a man in love.

   "Yes, we can.  I want you, Jayden."

   "I want you to rub me again and kiss me down there.  I haven't thought
of anything else since you did me on Saturday."

   The mall parking lot isn't anywhere near full at this time of the week.
I park in the North West corner.  The passenger side is next to a large
cement retaining wall so we can get out and into the back seat unseen by
anyone.  Jayden sits, then removes her blue lace panties, and spreads her
legs.  There is enough light for me to actually see her lovely peach of a
pussy.  Her small body feels good as we kiss.  We are lost in our emotions.
There is a glow in her eyes.  Cupping her breasts, I feel her nipples get
hard.  Then she grabs my ears, forcing me to my knees, so that my face is
between her legs and my tongue is lapping her moist pussy.

   "Oh, I missed that.  You're going to have to come up with something for
me, so I can feel this on a regular basis.  I need this.  I want to do all
the things they did in the movie?"

   The scent, and the taste, of Jayden are like adrenalin to me.  My cock
reacts as expected, hard and hurting.  It really feels uncomfortable
pushing against my pants.  Jayden's body trembles as she experiences climax
after climax.  Her juice flows profusely: my very own fountain of youth!

   "Don, please sit beside me.  I want to feel you."

   Sitting beside her, the center of my universe sticks straight out as my
zipper is lowered.

   "Don, pull your pants down.  I want to feel the sack, like the woman in
the movie."

   Wriggling to get my pants and shorts free from my body, Jayden's eyes
widen as my erection and balls are exposed.  Her soft, small hand gently
massages my sack and finds my two large balls.  She explores each one of
them, moving them in their confinement.  I lie back against the seat as she
enjoys her discoveries.  She grasps my shaft and rolls back the foreskin.
The pre-cum coated tip glistens in the half-light.  She strokes me,
watching the cock head disappear as she brings up the foreskin only to
reappear on the down stroke.

   "Do you like that, Don?"

   "Very much, Jayden; but, if you keep that up I will cum."

   "I want you to cum like I do, Don.  I want to kiss it, can I?"

   "Yes, Jayden, you can kiss it . . .  and suck it too."

   Jayden flicks a drop of pre-cum with her tongue.  I watch her face as
she analyzes the taste.  The results are in my favor as she licks the
complete head several times.  I can't tell you how good it feels to have
her soft moist tongue enjoying my erection.  Closing my eyes, I just go
with the flow of my emotions.  My body just trembles when she engulfs the
head.  Nothing has felt this good for a long time.  My wife enjoyed sucking
me.  She often fell asleep while sucking on my cock like a pacifier.  I
miss the feeling.

   Jayden is getting a real rhythm in sucking and pumping.  My load will be
massive; I haven't cum in over three weeks.  My sperm is boiling and
wanting release.

   "Jayden, I'm going to cum.  You don't have to keep sucking."

   My answer is a quickening of her hand sliding up and down the shaft. 
There is nothing more to do but let everything go.  Surge after surge of
cum flow into Jayden's mouth and throat.  She hangs on and continues to
suck, gag and then swallow as the massive load finally depletes itself.  I
can feel her sucking action as my cock loses it rigidity.  Finally, it's
reduced to an enormous foreskin covering a shrunken head.  Jayden pulls the
foreskin down and licks all my cream, cleaning every nook and cranny.

   "Don, that was awesome!  I didn't know what to expect.  Cum is really
hot squirting in my mouth.  I hope its okay to swallow it?"

   "Oh, Jayden, you made me feel so good.  You didn't have to do that, but
I do like it.  Cum is mainly protein.  I'm glad you like the taste; some
girls don't."

   "If you can lick me till I cum, I can do the same for you.  I still want
to try to have inside of me.  Do you think I'm big enough?"

   "I think so Jayden.  Your pussy will stretch to accommodate any cock you
try to put inside of you.  I want to fuck you too."

   "Fuck . . .  that is a nasty word, isn't it?"

   As I enjoy the glow of Jayden's blowjob, I gather her in my arms and
just hold her.  My face is buried in her hair.  She smells so good.  Her
hands are still massaging my cock and I can feel a spark of life.  The
clock on the dash tells me we are running out of time.  We get dressed and
return to the front seat.  Jayden is studying me with that questioning look
again.

   "What?"

   "Don, if I asked you to do something for me would you do it?"

   "That's a loaded question.  Anything within reason I'll certainly do. 
What are you thinking about?"

   "Rayne hasn't had a male ever touch her.  She is like I was before
meeting you.  She doesn't want the boys at school groping her boobs or to
have them finger her either.  I would like for you to do to her what you
just did for me.  She's my best friend and I want her to feel as good as I
do."

   "Have you told her what we have done?"

   "No.  That is why I want to be able to tell her, so she can do the same
thing, if she would like to try it.  Will you?"

   "I would enjoy introducing Rayne to sex.  She's a very beautiful girl,
but not as beautiful as you."

   "Now you are covering your ass, Don."

   Out of the mouth of young babes.

   I lean over and kiss her and run my hand up her legs to her pussy.  She
is soaked.  I start the engine and drive her to the deli.  She leans over
and kisses me.

   "Don, think of some way we can be together so we can `fuck,' as you put
it.  I really want to go to bed with you."

   "I'll try to think of something.  Please call me tonight.  I'll pick up
my sandwiches now and go home."

   Sybil is behind the counter when we walk in.  She has a knowing smile on
her face.  Jayden's radiant.

   "Well, you look like the cat that ate the canary, Jayden.  What happened
to make you so happy?"

   "We won the game tonight, mom.  It came right down to the last play of
the minute."

   "Hi Sybil, it was a close game.  Could you make me up two specials to
go, please?"

   "Coming right up.  So, did you see the game, Don?"

   "Yes.  Jayden mentioned her team was playing.  I drove over to the
auditorium after work."

   "She'd like that.  Both of us want to but with the deli it is nearly
impossible."

   "She's a good athlete.  You can be very proud of her.  She and Rayne had
a good game."

   "She looks like she got more than just a winning game."

   Sybil is looking at me, eye to eye.  I have to hold my own against her
questions.  I think she has a good idea what is happening to her daughter.
Jayden leaves with a wave.  I look at Sybil.

   "All I want to make sure is that Jayden is not hurt.  So, you be very
gentle with her.  She thinks so much of you.  I think she has a serious
crush on you."

   "I always treat her like the woman she is.  She may be young in years,
but she's mature in many ways.  She mentioned that she would like me to
take her out again.  What would you say to that?"

   "I think it would be nice.  She told me the same thing.  She really
enjoyed the movie."

   "Thank you, Sybil.  I'll look for something in the entertainment section
and call her.  Thanks for the dinner."

   I grab my bag of goodies and leave.  I feel so good after Jayden's
blowjob.  I wonder about what she said about Rayne.  Envisioning her black
legs spread, offering me another tasty delight.  Would I?  Of course I
would!

   Later that evening, after my dinner and a shower, I am still in the
afterglow of my time with Jayden.  She is in my thoughts as the telephone
rings.  It is she.

   "Hello, Don.  I have been thinking about this afternoon and really want
to do it again.  I like your cock in my mouth.  It was so good."

   "Well, I like my cock in your mouth too, Jayden.  I haven't felt this
good in years!"

   "I talked with Rayne.  She wants you.  She's all for you licking her
pussy and titties.  She masturbates as often as I do.  She has a beautiful
black pussy.  You will like her small black curly hair all around it."

   "Have you touched her?"

   "No, but we've had sleep-overs, we're nude a lot of the time after our
shower.  She has a much bigger clit them me.  It sticks right out, like a
thumb."

   My mind is really active now.  How do I ask Jayden when I can eat Rayne?
I just wait for her to tell me when.

   "She sounds very sexy."

   "She wants to be with you, as soon as we can arrange it.  When are you
free?"

   Free to eat another twelve-year-old?  `Anytime,' I am thinking.

   "What do you have in mind?"

   "How about tomorrow after school?  Rayne doesn't have to be home till
nine tomorrow, her parents are going to a function of her dad's."

   "I can get together with both of you after school.  Where do you want me
to meet?"

   She gives me a location near the school and a time.  I mention to her to
keep my cell number on hand; just in case I'm not on time, she can call. 
You can be certain I will make every conceivable effort to be there on
time.

   "What about you?  When do you have to be home?"

   "I'll ask my mom if it is okay for me to miss working tomorrow night and
be with Rayne.  I don't think she will mind.  I'll call you tomorrow
afternoon."

   "Ok, I look forward to hearing from you."

   When she hangs up, I find myself trembling with anticipation and
excitement.  Me, a fifty-one year old, going on fifteen, thinking about
tomorrow when I pick up two, young, sexy women, with the goal of getting
eaten by me.  Needless to say, I have a helluva time going to sleep.

   It feels like ten days pass to get to the end of this day.  Jayden calls
in the morning and confirms she will be able to stay with Rayne till nine.

   Fortunately, at work, all is going well, ensuring the firewall is
active. Everything should be in place in three more days.

   There are butterflies running through my body as I drive to the
designated meeting place after work.  The streets are filled with students
going home.  Spotting my two beauties, at the curb with their backpacks, I
stop.  Both climb in.

   "Where to, young ladies?"

   "Don, can we go to your place?  I have never been there and both of us
want to shower before . . .  you know?"

   Rayne is looking right at me.  Her pleated skirt has ridden up her legs,
showing her beautiful crotch.  Her white lace panties are a contrast to her
dark skin and black skirt.  They are molded to her luv lips.  My eyes are
playing tricks on me as it looks like there is a large spot of dampness. 
What a waste goes through my mind.

   "My place it is.  Don't look at the mess, as the maid hasn't been in
this year."

   Both look at me in wonderment.  Actually, the house is always clean and
tidy.  It's fortunate I had the foresight to put clean sheets on the bed.
Rayne will look so inviting on the white bedding.  Jayden must have read my
mind because she hits me.

   "Keep your mind on the road.  Rayne pull your skirt down before Don runs
into something."

   The balance of the trip is quiet.  I sneak looks at Rayne, who is
sneaking looks at me.  We have direct eye contact several times.  She looks
so exhilarating.  As we near the house, I flick a switch and the garage
door rolls up.  As the Yukon comes to a stop, the door is already coming
down.  The girls are at the door and enter the kitchen.  I give them the
cook's tour and end up in the master bedroom.  The king sized bed is
calling them.

   "The bath is through that door.  Extra towels are in the linen cupboard.
Call me when you want me, as I will be downstairs.  Would either of you
like something to drink?  I am going to make some coffee."

   Both nod in the negative.  I go down stairs and put the coffee on.  The
bathroom, off the kitchen, has a shower.  I quickly lose my clothes and
shower.  I slip on a pair of shorts and a robe.  The coffee is ready when I
return to the kitchen.  The water is still running upstairs.  Sitting down
with the newspaper, I wait.  Then I hear,

   "Don, we are done!  Come to the bedroom!"

   Instantly with that comment, my cock goes into full erection.  Walking
upstairs it tries to part my robe and peak out.  The shock, or excitement,
hits me upon entering the bedroom: Both girls are sitting naked on the bed.
What a stark contrast: Jayden so white and Rayne so dark.  Jayden was
correct about the beautiful dark curls surrounding Rayne's luv lips.  She
is sitting with one leg up on the bed and the other dangling down.  That
pulls her luv lips open, giving me a view of the tasty pink inner lips and
hole.  She is looking right into my eyes.  She is daring me to do
something. I wait for instructions.  Looking at Jayden, she says,

   "Well, Don, please get undressed.  Rayne is waiting."

   A little embarrassed, I drop my robe and lower my shorts.  My erection
is standing right out from my body.  It has been this rigid since I started
my relationship with Jayden; prior to that, I was lucky to see a morning
hard on.  Rayne is staring at it.  I walk to them.

   "Get on the bed with us.  Rayne, don't you think it's nice.  I want Don
to fuck me tonight, after he takes care of you."

   Now, that comment nearly took care of my problem.  Rayne is in awe.  I
can see drops of dew forming on her black luv lips.  Jayden is in my arms
kissing me.

   "I wanted to kiss you before you eat Rayne.  She is ready.  Isn't she
beautiful?"

   That's undeniable.  She's very beautiful!  From the well-shaped feet, up
her legs and thighs, is all remarkably toned flesh.  Her pussy has a beauty
of its' own.  I want to taste her.  Her breasts are bigger than Jayden's,
with large brown nipples.  Her lips are full and made to be kissed.  She is
so desirable.

   "What would you like to do first, Rayne?"

   "Kiss me please, just like you kissed Jayden."

   With her arms around my neck, we kiss.  She has all kinds of passion and
electricity, similar to Jayden.  My hands run up and down her back and to
her bum cheeks.  My finger runs between her crack and I can feel the heat
of her anal opening.  Putting a little pressure on the opening, I feel her
push back against my finger.  I like that.  When we break the kiss, Rayne
is breathing heavily.  Laying her down, my lips do butterfly kisses to her
hard brown nipples, stopping to lick, taste and kiss each one; Rayne's body
is trembling.  Continuing downward to the matt of tiny black curls, her
scent goes from my nose to my already powerful erection.  Stopping long
enough to view, and then spread her luv lips, my tongue dips into her pink
honey pot.  Rayne is very excited, if the flow of her tasty essence is any
indicator.  My tongue is deluged with her thick, appetizing flow.  This is
something any male could become accustomed too.  Rayne's taste is
scrumptious.

   Her body starts to buck, as climax after climax runs through her body.
Continuing my assault on her pussy, my finger finds her anal slit and
enters deep into her.  Rayne pushes back as my finger moves in and out of
its tight sheath.  Then, I feel her hands on my head.

   "Oh, Don Stop!  I can't take any more!  My clitoris and pussy are so
tender.  Look at me!  I'm covered in moisture.  I have never cum so many
times!  Now I know what you were talking about Jayden.  Thank you, Don. 
This's something I'll never forget!"

   Kissing the inside of both of her black thighs, I move to the pillows
between my two young beauties.  Jayden takes my shaft and starts caressing
me.

   "Now it's my turn, Don.  I want to try and do what the woman and man did
in the movie.  Please, Don."

   My erection certainly isn't giving any argument to the request.  My
mind, on the other hand, is cautiously wondering if my seven inches could
be too big for Jayden.  I have a strong desire for sexual relief and Jayden
is offering the solution to my problem.  Lust takes over from caution and I
arrange her under me.  Her small pussy looks so delicate, compared to my
engorged monster.  The look in Jayden's eyes is one of trust.  I feel like
a shit!

   "Jayden, you're so small, it may hurt like hell."

   "I want to try, Don.  I think I'm big enough.  Please try to fuck me."

   Rayne is now very alert, watching and listening to us.  Her hand is on
her clitoris rubbing it very gingerly.  It still must be sensitive from the
loving I gave it.  Her cunt lips are glowing with her moist ebbing out of
her slit.  It's too bad we can't bottle it.

   "Oh, my body is willing, Jayden, see how hard I am.  Tell me if it
starts to really hurt."

   "Ok, Don.  Try, I want too."

   The head of my cock is at her pink opening.  Jayden's legs are spread
wide, causing her pussy to open.  She looks so tiny and fragile.  The heat
of her pussy sears my cock head when we make contact.  I am looking into
her eyes, slowly moving into her.  The head suddenly breaks through and I
stop.  Jayden's cheeks are withdrawn as she is now aware of an intruder in
her pussy.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yes, but it feels different.  How far are you in me?"

   "Maybe half an inch, at your hymen; the next inch will hurt when you
lose your cherry.  Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

   "Push it in, Don.  I am ready."

   Pushing harder my cock continues inwards through her membrane.  I keep
up the pressure and, soon, I'm in Jayden; my whole seven inches.  She looks
frightened, but doesn't say or do anything.  Her body is stiff.  I just
hold myself in her and wait till she gets used to the intruder.

   "Don, I feel so full and it hurt a bit.  There was a sharp pain, but it
went away."

   Jayden is no longer a virgin.  My strokes are slow and short, watching
her for any negative reaction.  Slowly, as a smile of pleasure appears on
her face and her eyes close, I increase the speed of my stroke.  What a
tight feeling on my cock.  Jayden is more of a woman then I gave her credit
for.  Soon her body is reacting to my moving shaft.  The pressure on my
cock is phenomenal: the urge to let everything go is so strong.

   "Jayden, I don't know how long I can keep this up.  I need to cum so
bad."

   "Cum, Don . . .  cum in me!  I want to feel it!"

   String after string of hot sperm flows deep into Jayden.  The feeling of
long overdue relief is overwhelming!  I sink down on top of Jayden,
supporting my weight on my elbows.  She is so small under me.

   "Don, I never realized I would be able to feel each of your squirts.  I
feel so good.  Did I do well for you?"

   "Jayden, you were the best!  I couldn't ask for a more from a lover!  I
feel so good."

   As I slip out of Jayden, there's a little pop of the vacuum we created
while fucking.  Jayden's pussy remains open, then slowly starts to close.
What a wonderful sight!  Cum is slowly seeping out of her opening with a
reddish tinge.  All this time, Rayne's been watching every movement.  She
is looking at us with her mouth open.

   "Are you okay, Jayden?"

   "I am fine, Rayne.  you'll have to try it.  I feel so good."

   Rayne looks at my beaten cock, now just a small stub of its former self.
Then she looks at me.

   "Can you do that with me too?"

   "I would love to Rayne; but, I have to recuperate."

   There was a time in the past when my recuperative powers were a lot
faster.  But, I was a lot younger then.  Time has taken its toll.  Rayne
looks disappointed.

   "If it's okay with Jayden, the next time we get together you and I can
fuck."

   "Yes, Rayne, you and Don can fuck and I'll watch.  I know you will like
it.  I still feel tingly all over."

   Rayne leans over, kisses me and puts her hand on my stub.  My internal
switches click and I can feel my cock getting instructions to get up and be
proud, but the hydraulics just don't have the power to instantly respond.

   The clock says we have to get dressed and leave in thirty minutes.  I
just lay between my young lovers, thanking the powers who created this
circumstance.

   As we lie together, I am thinking how I can manage to have my two young
beauties over for Saturday.  There has to be a way. 
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