THE GAME MISSY PLAYS

Part 3 - Missy Comes Around

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I hear the rattle and the slap of the tires on the slight rise into my driveway, so I slide my stool back from the workbench and crane my neck to see past the door frame that blocks my view. It is Missy, and I shudder as I watch her drop the bike onto its side and take the two quick steps in the controlled crash that is her usual dismount.� She makes it through without harm again, and she gives me her bright smile as she comes into the garage to stand close beside me.

"Hi, Missy."� I return her smile.

"Hi, Jim, whatcha doing'?" She asks as she leans against my work bench very close to me, eying the pile of screws and parts in front of me.

"I'm trying to fix this timer.� Something is slipping in the gears, and it won't turn the pump on anymore."� I can smell her sweat and shampoo and soap and some dryer sheet perfume from her little sun dress.� I slip an arm around her and pull her to my hip and side in a quick hug.� She does not back away when I release her.� "Thirsty?"� I ask, seeing the sheen of perspiration on her face.

"Yep."

"Cherry Kool Aid okay?"

"Sure!"

"Coming right up."� She backs away just a little to give me room to rise and I see her perch on the stool and finger the parts as I go around into the kitchen.� I fill two glasses with ice and Kool Aid and a paper plate with a handful of homemade cookies. She moves back so I can slide back onto my stool.

"Here ya go."� As I sit, she moves right up against me and the bench again.� I can't help myself, I have to cup her small waist and pull her to me in another quick hug; such a sweet little girl.� I relax my arm, but I let my hand linger on her waist and hip as she sips her drink and bites into her cookie.� The small, delicate body is so warm and alive under my hand.� With my thumb on the waist band of her sun dress skirt, I can feel the leg band of her matching bloomers through the light dress material with my little finger. I rub over it gently as I hold her.� She leans into me a little more.� A feeling of something I should do or something that I missed comes over me, I cannot pin it down in my mind.� I check the timer pieces over, are they all there? What is it?

"Good cookies," she says, on her second one.

I nod.� "Want the last one?" I ask.� "I'm still full from lunch."� With my left hand, I poke around in the timer parts.

"Sure.� I like this kind."� She turns her head and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.� "Thanks, Jim."

'You're welcome."� I pull her close again and let my hand roam lightly over her hip and onto her bare belly between her skirt and her skimpy bra top.� She takes the belly rubbing in stride, it is a thing I have with small girls, I feel compelled to rub bare little tummies that are within reach.� Missy is used to it.

After a bit of rubbing, I hear a quiet little voice, "Jim?"

"Mmmmm hmmm?"� My mind and right hand are busy.

�Remember our game?" she asks coyly.

"Game? Which one?"� I know very well which one.

"Um..." There was a long pause and then a small voice, "Up and down?"

"Oh, yeah.� That is a fun game, huh?"

"Uh huh...� Ah...� Can we� play it again?"

"Sure.� Hey, your sun dress is just like your bathing suit, two piece."� I try not to let on how much her request delights and excites me.� She is showing me she enjoys what I did and she wants more.

"Yeah, it will work good, see!"� She pulls the waist band out to show the elastic is stretch enough for "the game."

I have a quick glimpse down inside skirt and bloomer as she pulls both elastic bands out and away from her waist.� The little round tummy with white flesh below the tan line slopes down to where her mound is barely visible, and then the bands snap back against her waist.� I turn slightly and I turn her slightly so my right hand is flat on her stomach.� I begin to rub lightly in small circles around her belly button.� "Up or down?"� I whisper into her ear fully aware that I already have a raging hard-on.

"Up!" she says with a wicked little giggle and hip wiggle.

"Up."� I repeat and slowly move my fingers up over her rib cage and under the loosely knotted top and over the tiny nipples, caressing them on the flat planes of her chest.� No, not even the slightest swell of softer breast tissue as yet.� I tweak the nipples with thumbs and fingers and they stiffen and harden.� Her body tenses and relaxes as my fingers work to find responsive flesh.� She moves her body away and giggles as my fingers wander too near a ticklish armpit.

"Stop that... Down!"

"Down we go!"� My right hand traces small circles down the small chest, over the belly and around the slightly outie belly button, and my left hand comes down from her shoulder to grasp the elastic of the skirt, and ease my right hand on its downward course.� I stay outside of the bloomer band as this first pass is to be a teasing pass.

"Ummm!"� She wriggles her hips as I cross her lower belly curve with my circling palm.

"You are so soft, so warm!"� My fingers cross the first rise of her mound and find the lips and cleft below, warmer than her stomach and chest, even through the thin cloth of the bloomers. "Nice," I murmur in her ear.

"Ummm!"� She repeats.� She backs her firm little rear globes against my leg as my fingers rub the cloth over the sensitive surface of her clit.� "OOH! That tickles!"� She giggles the higher pitched giggle that they do with my hand at their private place.

�I know.� How is this?"� I rub over it more firmly and feel her move back and then thrust her hips slightly forward as she shifts her legs so her clit protrudes slightly.� "Like that?"� Is my question about opinion or direction?� I don't know.

�Um hum."� Her murmur and body language answer both questions.

Now I have a problem.� According to game rules, once I go in one direction, I cannot change or back up until she tells me to change.� Now I want to feel smooth pussy flesh under my fingertips but the tight leg bands of the bloomers and the bloused out material keep my fingers away from the flesh I long to touch.� Missy knows what I want and what she wants, but she likes to tease me.� Well, I know a way, back to the tickles. I run light finger tips back between her inner thighs and over the crotch material to the small area we called "tain�t" when I was a teenager; the ticklish perineum.� "Tain�t pussy and tain�t ass hole" was the phrase we used to describe it.� I know that particular spot is very ticklish on Missy.� For you Northerners, tain�t is a Southern contraction of �it ain�t.�

"Jim!� Stop that...� Up!� UP!"� She brings thighs together tightly and bends forward, trapping my hand high up between her thighs.

"Turn loose of my hand, babe.� I won't tickle any more, I promise."

"You better not!� You cheat."

"I know."� As she relaxes I move my hand out from under her skirt and back over her belly.� I kiss her ear and the nape of her neck as she settles back into me.� She ducks away and giggles.� As she is distracted, I slip my hand back down under the waist bands, both of them.� By the time she realizes where I am headed, my fingertips are rolling her little love bump around in her slit.

"Hey!� I said up!� You went back down."

"I know, I cheated...� Want me to take it back out?"� Fore finger and ring finger spread their respective little lips apart and middle finger strokes the hard little kernel under her clitoral hood.� I know exactly what she likes.

"Um, nuh, noooo!"�� Lots of involuntary body movements now, as she adjusts legs and pelvic muscles to open herself up to my questing fingers.

She is kind of dry.� Barely into her eighth year, she enjoys the tingles, and the excitement of the forbidden game, but there is no sexual arousal to start the lubrication process as yet. But she is coming along just fine, and in time the juices will flow. For now, though...� "Hold on a sec."� I pull out my right hand and bring it to my face.� Time for a quick sniff and taste of her girl scent and flavor, and then my three fingers carry a generous dollop of saliva back into her secret place.� I smear it up the cleft in her vulva from the start between her thighs to the clitoris at almost the top of her cleft.

"What's that?"� This is a first for her.� Not sure she likes it.

"Saliva, spit.� Makes it slippery down there.� So I won't get you sore like Bobby did."� I bring my fingers out for a second load and hold them below her lips first.� "Spit!"� I command, and she manages a small wad.� I compliment it with another bit from my lips, and apply the second handful into her slit.� As I smear it in with my forefinger, I am able to work it into the cleft between the outer lips and into the super smooth skin inside for the first time.� By crooking my finger and gently pulling her clitoris up towards her belly I can feel the pea sized bump of her clit head under the wrinkled prepuce.� Then slightly below there is the small opening of her urethra.� Down a little way the vagina opening begins, closed up in this virgin little girl by the fold of her hymen.� There is a small hole in the center of the hymen.� I try my little finger tip into the perforation and as it barely enters to the first joint, she stiffens her body.

Ow, ow, ouch!" she breaths in a whisper, rather than speaks aloud.

"I know, I know." I whisper back to her as I remove the offending digit.� Now that I have explored the whole cleft, I return my attention to her love bump and use three fingers together, and one by one to stimulate it.� Missy responded with grunts, sighs and body movements.� She likes a certain pressure, and she bucks her hips forwards to keep contact and pressure where she wants it as I rub and fondle her.� "Are you getting the good feeling?"� I whisper as I increase the tempo.

"It's coming.� I'm starting...� Don't stop."

"Don't worry, I won't stop... Not until you cum."� She has had a real hard climax once with me with my tongue down there, but she may not climax today.� She is still young and has time, as I have time to bring things along slowly with her.� I am going to make sure she thoroughly enjoys herself this afternoon.� I worry a little that things will dry up at a crucial point, but decide to deal with that problem if and when it arises.� I hold her upper body tightly against me with my left hand on her chest, with a fore finger stroking a little nipple with the same rhythm as the middle finger below stroking her clit.� I kiss her ear, her cheek, her neck.� The taste and feel of her smooth skin against my lips and tongue as I taste her is exquisite.

"Ooo mmm."� She makes little mewling sounds as she bucks her pelvis up against my stroking fingers.� I can�t help myself, I sneak my middle finger down and into her vaginal entrance, picking up slippery saliva along the way and insert it quickly into the small perforation there, to the first joint once again. She thrusts against the finger, and her engorged little clit pushes itself hard against the ball of my thumb, seeking the release that almost comes.� The finger advances to the second joint under her insistent bucking.� So tight and warm and soft and wet in there!� So hot, and I can feel vaginal muscles flexing around my finger tip as she strains for she knows not exactly what.

Suddenly she sighs and relaxes and both of her hands converge on my hand under her clothing to pull it out and away from her vulva.� I lift her to my lap with an arm under her knees as they buckle.� She is limp and vulnerable.� I lean over and kiss her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, her chin, her lips.� She gives me her lips in a little girl kiss and opens her eyes to gaze into mine.� I seem to float down into the brown depths of her gaze.

"How was it sweetie?� Did you make it?"� I think I know the answer.� My finger tip in her vagina was the distraction that stopped her.

She sighs.� "I was sooo close! Then it got too tender so I had to stop."

"We'll make it more times, don�t you worry.� Are you sore down there now?"

"She has an inward look for a moment.� "Noo... not real sore. It hurt a little in my hole, your finger.� But your spit fixed that.� But I don�t want you to touch it any more today, it's too tender."� She frowns.� "My mouth is really dry."

"Have the rest of my Kool Aid.� I only took a sip."

"Thanks."� She empties my glass, then slides down off my lap. "I better head back home."

"Sure.� Come swim later if you can.� The boys will be back at three so we will have a couple hours."

'Kay!"� As she turns to go I pat her on the butt, feeling the warm smoothness of her flesh through the thin material.� Suddenly it hits me.� Panties!� She had been around this morning with her brother, and I had patted her butt in the same way.� I had felt panty seams under those bloomers then.

"Hey Missy!"� She turns back.

"What?"

"What happened to your panties?"

"Well..."� She blushes and lowers her head and I see her long eyelashes bat a couple of times as she grins her wicked grin. She looks up under her eyebrows at me.� "I took them off for you."� She turns and flees.

"That little Minx," I chuckle to myself.� "She had the whole thing planned. Who is seducing who here anyway?"� I head into the house.� I have to go into the bathroom and take care of something right now.

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