Eleven - Part 2

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   The thing about Karen is, I knew her.  I mean I had never spoken to her,
but I knew exactly who she was.

   Amber and I had made friends with Steve and Jennie, a nice couple who
worked in the City.  He was an up and coming trader on Wall Street.  Hadn't
made it big yet, but he would soon for sure.  Jennie was his
college-student girl friend, ass-length blond hair and sexy as they come.
We used to visit with them sometimes in the house they'd just bought on
Webb Street, one of the little dead-end streets near the railroad that, now
that real estate prices were soaring, were being bought up by up-and-coming
young professionals.  Before that, they had mostly been occupied by
working-class families, and many of them still had their original tenants.

   Karen lived in the house next door to Jennie and Steve.  I first noticed
her one evening earlier in the summer when we were all sitting on Jennie
and Steve's porch having a beer.  A pretty young girl walked past pulling
on the leash of a huge black dog.  Jennie called out a greeting, and the
girl flashed a smile back.  She looked like she was Asian or maybe a half,
and I guessed she was ten or eleven years old.  That day she was wearing a
tight yellow tee-shirt, a pair of faded black jeans, and flip flops.  Her
hair was long and jet black, and looked a little wild and unkempt.

   "That girl's jailbait," breathed Jennie after Karen had walked past. 
"With that family and those looks she'll be pregnant before she's fourteen.
I'll bet on it."

   Jennie told us about Karen's parents.  The father was Chinese - a tiny
guy who worked as a cook in a restaurant.  Her mom was white, and she was
huge.  Later I paid more attention to Karen's street and I got to see for
myself.  Her mom was truly a huge woman, easily three hundred pounds,
perhaps more.  But in spite of appearances, it was the dad who was the
menace of the household.  According to Jennie, he would come home drunk
late at night, and he'd wake the whole neighborhood with his shouting and
throwing things around.  Sometimes he beat his wife silly, even though she
looked big enough to crush him by just sitting on him.  "It's a miracle
they're still together," said Jennie that evening on the porch.  "And it's
and even more of a miracle that the two of them produced a little diamond
like that.  But you know what they say, the apple never falls far from the
tree.  With the upbringing she's getting, I hate to think what she'll be
like five years from now."

   So it was with a little thrill of recognition that, a few days later, I
saw Karen show up at the pool.  Once the summer holdays started, she was a
regular there, though not a daily visitor like some of the other girls that
I fantasized about.  Still, every day that I went to the pool I hoped that
Karen would show up.  She didn't show any sign of recognizing me.  Why
would she, I was just a guy who had been sitting on the porch of her adult
neighbors.  And I didn't make any approach to her.  I didn't want to be
seen chatting up the little girls - I knew that wouldn't go down well and I
was enjoying my anonymous viewing.  So long as I stayed quiet and discreet,
no one could make any unpleasant accusations against me, and I could enjoy
my daily fantasies.

   If Karen looked pretty in clothes, she looked ravishing in a swimsuit.
She had two to choose from.  One was black and tight - I guessed it was one
of those school-approved models, no frills.  But it perfectly showed off
every contour of her preteen body.  I'll get to the details of that body in
a moment.  But it was the other swimsuit that came to occupy my restless
dreams as I lay recalling the visual feasts of the day.

   That swimsuit - I can still recall every detail.  It was white - or it
had been once.  And across the chest was a big stars and stripes.  I'm sure
it came from the remainder bin at Walmart - it was just that sort of
nondescript, cheap swimsuit.  And it was getting old.  I guessed it must
have been left over from the previous season, and although it still fit her
fine - it must have been a bit big for her when they bought it - you could
see the fraying on the shoulder straps and around the seams.  And - and
this was the feature that was to drive me crazy with desire for this
delicious little girl - the elastic was losing its spring, so that the
edges hung a little loose from her skin.

   Karen seemed to be completely unaware of the issues with her swimsuit.
All she was interested in was enjoying the water, and if possible, playing
with the other girls.  But the strange thing was, as often as not she was
left to play on her own.  I could see that there was a distance between her
and the others, even though I was sure that they must all go to the same
school.  She would sit at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the
water, and watch a little wistfully as Alana and the others dive-bombed and
splashed each other in the water.  If they played a game like Marco Polo
then they'd let her join in.  I never saw anyone being overtly nasty to
her. There was just a sense that she was a little - outside.  Did even
those elementary-school age girls understand that there was something
different about Karen's family?  That they were not quite - respectable, I
guess you might say?

   Karen spent a lot of time in the water, playing with the others when she
could, or just playing on her own.  I loved watching her try and do
handstands on the pool floor.  Her lovely butt would poke out of the water
as she tried to knife down, and then her calves would flail above the water
for a moment or two, before the whole of her came back up.  As the summer
went on, she tanned a lovely dark honey brown, and with the loose elastic
of her swimsuit, I'd get tantalizing glimpses of her tan line and the white
flesh above it.  She was a lovely, slender girl, medium height and with
strong, athletic looking arms and legs.  Her body was basically straight up
and down, though you could see that her hips were begining to have the hint
of a developing curve.  Although she was still slim and lovely, it was also
possible to see a little pudginess in places.  Her chest was beginning to
swell, and there was a touch of pudginess around her chin and on the inside
of her thighs.  Was it just a little puppy fat developing as her body grew
into adolescence?  Or was it a mark of things to come?  Was it even
conceivable that this slender angel might one day turn into a fat monster
like her mother?  I shuddered at the very thought.

   It was the times when Karen sat on the edge of the pool that really
undid me.

   She would pull herself out of the water, her black hair gleaming like a
seal, her eyes bright and blinking from the chlorine, and she'd plunk
herself down, her feet in the water and the rest of her dripping on the hot
concrete.  And she'd sit there, humming to herself and paddling her legs as
her body dried off.  It was at those times that the defects in her swimsuit
were most evident.  Was I the only one who noticed how, it you lay at a
certain angle beside her, you could see the pudgy mound of her budding
little breast, white and sunless, even at times the outline of a little
dark nipple?  Oh, how I longed for the stars to align and offer me that
glimpse.  Even when she was sitting her body was restless and always
shifting a little one way or the other, so my glimpses were rare and
precious treasures, that I carried with me for the rest of the day.

   Even more precious were the glimpses I very occasionally got between her
thighs.  For these to be possible, she had to sit with her legs apart.  The
further apart they were, the more the frayed elastic of her swimsuit pulled
away from her skin, revealing momentary glimpses of something magic and
indescribably thrilling.  There a few times - only a few in that whole
summer, but to be remembered for the rest of my days - when I got a
momentary view of her pubic mound, white and alluring next to her dark
tanned thighs.  Once, in a blessed moment, she pulled herself out of the
water and, lying on her back on the concrete, lay for a minute or two
knocking her knees back and forth.  Every time she spread her knees apart
the swimsuit pulled away from her skin, and I had a magical, thrilling
glimpse of the whole of her pubis, including the dark outline of her crack.
Her body was wet and glistening, and I could clearly see drops of water
clustered at the top of her smoky dark crack.  I could see that it was
still a little girl's cunt, but I could also see that it was maturing, with
a few black pubic hairs above it.

   Oh, the thrill of those moments.  I had no sisters, and I was too scared
to try and pursue the thrills of child porn on the internet, so I had
barely ever seen a preteen girl naked - even though they were the subject
of virtually all of my sexual fantasies.  Those momentary glimpses - they
were so precious, they fed my dreams and my fantasies for weeks to come. 
Even today, at the thought of that tiny moment in time, I feel myself
melting with desire.  Karen, you were the most beautiful thing I had ever
seen.