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   Synopsis : A man falls in love with a young girl he meets at a
waterpark.

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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  This story is all made
up, though, as I've said in the past, all stories, even made-up internet
stories, have seeds of truth in them.  If you don't like little girl stuff,
stop now and go read something else.



   --==+==-

   It was the summer of '04.  I was working nights, trapped in a crappy job
with crappy hours, but it was a job, something not a lot of people in this
area had.  Because of my hours and my single status I was available
afternoons and evenings to watch my grand-daughter.  I usually did that
every day, sometimes for just a few hours, sometimes all day.  She was only
two and a half, the high-maintenance age, but we got along good...  in
other words I did everything she wanted and things went fine.

   I had gotten in the habit of taking her a few blocks down the street to
a local park where they had a splash pad.  As spring turned into summer she
got more and more used to the sun, and finally she was a nice golden brown.
We could stay there for hours without her burning.

   I first saw the girl there.  I thought little of her, there was a
hundred little girls running around the place, at times.  I say I thought
little of her...  I did notice her and I liked her, but she didn't really
stand out from the dozens of other cute young girls.  She was attractive
and cute but I didn't think anything out of the ordinary about her at
first.

   Okay, let's stop here, and talk about me.  I'm a fairly normal, ordinary
guy, on the surface.  I work in a machine shop, a rough and dirty place,
with rough and dirty people.  I'm able to put that behind me, though and be
fairly normal away from the job.  I'm not really an outdoors man, but I
know my way around the woods.  I like guns more than most liberals would be
comfortable with.  All in all, I'm a fairly nice guy and a good neighbor. I
do, however, harbor a few dark secrets, as I'm sure most of us do.

   Maybe you look at porn, on your home PC.  Maybe you like whips and
chains.  Maybe you like pictures of Japanese chicks shitting on each other.
Maybe you like Japanese chicks to shit on you.  It takes all kinds... 
well, it doesn't take all kinds, but there are all kinds.  There's even a
few kinds like me.

   I'll be honest.  I like little girls.  Not too little, and not too close
to home.  My grand-daughter has never been in any danger from me.  My
target age is probably a few years before puberty, to a few years after.  I
like older teens, too.  And I do like some big girls, I've had girlfriends
over the years, and I can get it up for them with no problem.  But,
secretly, deep inside, I like little girls.

   It had taken me years to realize this about myself and properly confront
it.  I never knew, until at roughly age twenty when I took a trip outside
the country and met...  a little girl.  In a country where that kind of
thing is common, I met a preteen hooker and tasted of her sweetness for
several glorious days.  It awoke in me a yearning, a hunger which over the
years I had grown used to denying.  I know the difference between right and
wrong.  I don't always do it, but I know it.  I spent years looking, but
not touching.  The can of worms that is my brain squirmed and writhed, but
I had no desire to be somebody's sweetheart in the big house.  I'm in my
mid forties, now, and I know what happens to old farts in the pen.

   But...  one finally got in, under the radar and under my skin.  This is
her story, although it has to be told from my point of view.



   --==+==-

   Like I said, the girl was not exactly a stranger.  I'd seen her off and
on for several weeks.  She kind of stood out in my memory because she
usually showed up on a pair of roller skates, wearing a little two-piece
and carrying a towel around her neck.  She was right on that borderline,
that last summer of semi-innocent childhood before she became a certified
member of the breeding class.  Noticed her?  Hell yeah, I noticed her, she
was right in the middle of what I still think of as my "target age." She
was so perfect it almost hurt, I watched her more than once as she played
with the younger kids, still trying to fit in with them, still more little
girl than big.  She was sleek and slim, not an ounce of fat was on her
body, and the muscles and sinews and tendons stood out beneath her skin. 
Once she stood in front of me for several minutes as I watched my
grand-daughter.  I salivated at the sight of her little butt, only half
covered by the partial thong bottom she wore.  You could literally see the
bundles of muscle moving beneath the skin of her ass, it was incredible. 
All I could think of was burying my face and tongue in that hard, sweet
little rump.  Girls like her almost caused me physical pain at times.

   Anyway.  One day we showed up, noonish, after stopping to get some
burgers on the way.  She was there, skater girl, as I thought of her, and
twenty or thirty other kids, seeking relief from the oppressive dry summer
heat.  I got my grand-daughter's burger out of the sack and she promptly
turned up her nose at it and ran off for the splash pad.  I sat, eating
slowly and watching the pre-teen madness before me, occasionally spotting
her.

   "Hi," a small voice said, and I looked up.  To my joy, it was skater
girl.  Just saying hi to these sweet young things made my day.  I was glad
she'd stopped and spoken up, if only to say hi.

   "Hi!" I said, racking my brain for a way to keep her talking, if only
for a moment.  I looked at her, I felt like it was okay to stare because
she was talking to me, after all.  I just hoped she'd keep on talking.  She
was as beautiful as ever today, slim and tight, her body still dripping
water.  Her breasts were forming, I noticed, I could see two soft mounds
swelling beneath her suit, with two pointy protrusions in the cloth where
her hard little nipples were.

   "Where's your girl?" she said, and I motioned "out there" to her.  She
nodded.

   She shyly indicated the cheeseburger and fries that my grand-daughter
had spurned.

   "You gonna..." she said shyly, "you gonna throw that away?"

   In a flash, I realized the girl was probably hungry.  I guessed she'd
been here since morning, with nothing to eat.

   "Unless you want it," I said, nodding.  She accepted gracefully, with
some embarrassment, and sat daintily.  She looked over at me one more time.
I nodded again, and she proceeded to gobble the burger down in a style that
would make a wolverine proud.  She hoovered up the fries just as
voraciously.

   She looked up, and probably noticed the expression on my face.

   "I din't have no breffast..." she said apologetically, holding a napkin
over her mouth, "and nothin' for dinner last night.  My stepdad don't get
paid 'til Friday."

   Sweet jeezus, I thought, just let your kid starve, then.  I was a bit
pissed at the man, knowing nothing more about him than that.  I would have
robbed a bank for this girl, if I had to.  Anything to keep her from having
to beg for food at the waterpark.  What the hell was she going to do for
the next two days?

   She finished about this time, and thanked me, somewhat formally, and I
told her sure, any time.  She continued to sit, and I searched my mind,
once again, for subjects to talk to her about.

   "What's your name, sweetheart?" I finally said, and she looked at me,
smiling.

   "Lilibeth," she said, and I nodded, repeating it over and over to
myself, hoping I could remember it tomorrow.

   "You go to Jarvis?" I asked, getting warmed up.

   "Yeah!" she said, "how'd you know that?"

   "Just a lucky guess," I said.  "I know you're fairly close to home, I
see you on skates every day."

   "Yeah, that's me," she said, seeming to be impressed with my detective
skills.

   I laughed.  "Before I knew your name, I called you skater girl in my
head," I admitted, and she giggled.

   "Why'd you have to have a name for me if you didn't know me?" she asked,
reasonably.

   I went out on a limb then, but I wanted her to know I liked her, though
I was unsure where I intended on going with it.

   "I just like you, darlin'," I said, "I like pretty girls, and you're the
prettiest."

   She snorted self-deprecatingly, and gathered up the trash, mine
included, going to throw it away.  She returned, to my great pleasure, and
sat as she had when she ate.  I had finished, of course, saving part of my
burger in case my grand-daughter decided later she was hungry.  Lilibeth,
or Lili as I already thought of her as, seemed eager to talk and I was
pleased.

   There passed a few delightful minutes of talk about school and
girlfriends and things going on in her neighborhood.  She was a pleasure to
listen to and even more so to watch.  Watch her I did, I consumed her with
my eyes, although occasionally I did look away and try and spot my kid out
there somewhere on the splash pad.

   "Hey," she said, "wanna see my tattoo?"

   I was the one to snort, then.  A tattoo?  For real?  On a kid this age?
Hell yeah, I wanted to see it, and I wanted to kick the ass of whoever let
her get it.  And the money-hungry bastard that had inked it.

   She stood and approached my side of the table and reached up, yanking
the left side of her bikini top down.  Sure enough, she had a nice skull
with fangs tattooed right there, above her nipple.  Gawd...  my throat went
dry and my penis woke up with an almost audible snap.  Nipple...  what a
lovely little nipple she had, just an inch below the tattoo...  what an
incredible, puffy, fat, pink little nipple she had.  I gasped for breath,
hell, I almost swallowed my tongue.  I had the presence of mind enough to
notice some blurs and stains on the tattoo, also.

   "That's...  that's...  very cool," I finally said, lamely, as she let
her top cover her beautiful self back up.  I felt almost a reverence, like
I'd been shown a glimpse of the face of god or something.  That soft little
mound...  and that nipple...  this would give me wank material for months
if not years...

   "Actually, I did it, with a Sharpie," she giggled, going back to her
side of the table.  I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was impressed.  The
girl had a career, if she wanted it...  it was a damn good tattoo, it would
have looked great on an of-age biker girl.  Damn, or even a skater girl.

   "How the heck did you do it?" I asked.  I wanted her to know I was
impressed.

   "In the mirror.  It was hard 'cos my hand kept tryin' to go the other
way," she explained.

   "That was a good one, Lil...  a damn...  pardon me, a darn good one..."
I said, and she giggled some more.

   "I wanna do a tramp stamp above my butt but that's impossible," she
said, and we giggled some more.  In my mind, I saw her, topless, in front
of the bathroom mirror, her lips tight as she concentrated on drawing, her
beautiful little hard nipples...  just being beautiful.  I already hated
the lucky bastard that would someday get to take those nipples in his
mouth.

   "You should consider being an artist," I said, "that was very good. 
Very well drawn."

   She smiled and preened.  I wasn't lying just to sweet talk her, it was
good.  We sat a few moments in silence, and watched the kids.

   "How late you stayin' today?" she asked, and I shrugged.  "Just 'til the
girl's had enough, I guess," I said, and she nodded.  I was already making
plans for later this afternoon, if we were still around, and they involved
her.  Innocently, at this stage.

   She finally arose, and thanked me again for her lunch.  I watched her
walk back onto the splash pad, admiring the bounce of her insanely sexy
little ass.  She was incredible.  Girls that age are just...  incredible.
And they seem to have no idea.

   We stayed until almost four, way too late, probably, but the girl was
having fun.  I saw Lilibeth playing with her more than once, they even went
to the swings for a while, and the older girl pushed her, patiently.  She
was good with my grand-daughter, girls that age are sweet and gentle and
patient, all those good things.

   Too say, at this point, that I was in love with her is silly and
immature.  But I was.  I would have been in love with any girl that looked
like her and acted like her and was as sweet as her.  But I genuinely loved
the girl, which...  I admit, isn't that big a deal, I fall in love easily.
What a sweet girl she was, though, and I felt for her.  Just the things
she'd said, and her condition today showed me her family life probably
lacked a bit in quality substance.  I had that nagging thought, again...  I
could do better than that.  Give me a chance, I could do better.  The
unfairness of life is brutal, at times.

   I finally rounded up my grand-daughter, dried her off, and looked for
Lilibeth.  I found her on a bench, lacing her skates up.

   "Lili," I said, "are you goin' home?"

   "I guess so," she said, "won't be nobody there, but that's okay..."

   "Listen," I said, "we're gonna go to Micky D's, before we go home.  Why
don't you come with us, you can skate there or ride with us.  It's not that
far.  Let me buy you some dinner before you go home."

   She was genuinely embarrassed at that.  Her face turned red through her
tan and she looked down.  Finally she met my gaze.

   "Mr..." she said, suddenly getting blank look on her face as she
realized she didn't even know my name.

   "Don," I said, "just call me Don."

   "Mr.  Don, you don't have to do that.  I din't mean nothin', earlier. 
And my brother got some boxes of cereal he hid in his room, for when this
happens."

   "No, really," I said, "It's no big deal.  I'd love to have you.  You are
sweet and lovely, and you seem to get along good with the girl.  Please!"

   It took a little convincing, but finally she agreed, still embarrassed.



   --==+==-

   I had given her the option of skating because I wasn't sure if she would
be willing to climb in a car with strangers but she seemed to have no
problem doing just that.  Off we drove and two blocks later turned into the
restaurant.  I bought her a Big Mac and fries and once again she wolfed it
down.  The last I saw of her that day was her turning and waving as she
skated away.

   The next day we returned and I brought an extra burger for Lili, just in
case.  She was there when we arrived and soon came over.  She was
embarrassed yet again, but accepted the food graciously and ate with us. 
She was wearing a blue one-piece today, with a full seat, and her little
bottom filled it up nicely.  Her nipples were hard all the time as usual,
and poked out wonderfully.  I had gotten used to a comfortable half-hardon
just being in her presence, and today was no exception.  She looked fine
today, with her smooth flawless tanned skin and beautiful long dark hair
blowing in the breeze.  She looked like a TV commercial or something, she
was so perfect.  I yearned just to touch her, just for a brief instant of
contact.  I loved her madly.

   We sat and talked, and then she got up and played, and then returned. 
She did that half a dozen times and I treasured my moments with her.  She
started sitting on my side of the table so she could see the splash pad
also, and I loved the closeness to her.  It sounds silly, but just the
occasional brushes of her arm against me were enough to almost get me off.
I could smell her, she was so close.  She smelled like youth, and summer,
mixed in with a generous dose of girl.  She smelled wonderful.

   "Lil..." I said, curious.  "Did you tell your parents I bought you
dinner last night?"

   She hunched down slightly and when she glanced at me she wasn't smiling.

   "I don't tell them shit," she said, surprising me with her language. 
"They don't care.  They don't need to know nothin' 'bout me."

   "I see..." I said, relieved, but feeling even more sorry for her.

   "He ain't my real dad," she said, "he's just my mom's boyfriend.  He
been to jail, once, for hittin' her.  And he been to jail for other
stuff... for doin' stuff to girls, when they didn't want it."

   "Damn, Lil," I said.  "I'm sorry, darlin'..."

   "Awww, it's alright.  My mom done told him..." she looked around, and
then leaned close, her voice conspiratorial.  "She told him she'd cut his
dick off, if he messed with me."

   "Jeezus," I said, my heart going out to her.  What a way to live, with a
fucking borderline rapist, it sounded like.  But...  was I really any
better, the things I wanted to do to her?

   "Lili...  darlin'," I said.  I kicked myself for being a hypocrite, but
I wanted her to feel safe.  "Remember that.  If he ever does, be sure and
say something.  Not just to your mom, but to teachers and principals and
everyone.  You should feel safe in your own home, darlin'..."

   "I know, I know," she said, taking a sip of her drink.  "He leaves me
alone.  He works so much we don't hardly see him, 'cept on Saturday and
Sunday."

   "I'm sorry, girl..." I said.  Damn, I thought, her mom would cut my dick
off if she knew what I thought at times when I looked at this girl.  But I
would never do anything against her wishes...  and yes, I know what
informed consent means.  But I would never hurt a child.



   --==+==-

   We went and ate tacos that evening and she headed off home.  I found
myself worrying about her when I was home that night and I kicked myself
mentally for it.  Don't invest a lot in this girl, I thought, you might
only see her a few more times, if that.  Feel sorry for her, but don't get
wrapped up in her.  She's just somebody else's kid.  Somebody that lives
relatively close to you, even.

   The next day my daughter was off work, and I didn't have my
grand-daughter.  I got restless, about noon, wondering about Lili, if she
was okay and if she'd finally gotten enough to eat.  Finally, feeling
foolish, I got in my car, and drove to the park.  I walked through the
crowd of moms, feeling a little like a stalker.

   At last I saw her and moments later she saw me.  She left the water and
came right to me, dripping, her face shining, looking like something out of
a dream.  A wet dream, I thought.

   "Where's...?" she said, looking around.

   I was embarrassed, now that I had her attention.  "She's with her mom
today..." I said, "I just wanted...  I just wanted to make sure you were
okay..."

   She smiled and looked down.  "Yeah," she said.  "Yeah, I'm okay."

   "Wanna do lunch?" I asked, and she smiled at me again.

   "Jus' me and you?" she asked, and I nodded.  "Sure..." she said, "if you
don't mind..."

   "Hell no," I said.  "I'd love it."

   "Can I go home and change?" she asked.  I nodded, and then thought.

   "Is anyone there?" I asked.

   "Naw, not 'til this evenin'," she said.

   "I'll drive you home, darlin'," I said, and she nodded.



   --==+==-

   And we did just that.  She sat on her towel in my car and gave me
directions.  It was further North than I'd thought it would be, in the
Delvin Addition, a low-rent neighborhood.  She showed me the house and I
parked in the street a few lots away, just in case.  She was only inside a
minute and when she returned my heart almost stopped.  She was wearing a
tight sleeveless t-shirt, almost a halter top.  I could see three inches of
stomach between her t-shirt and her skirt.

   And that skirt...  it was sexy personified...  it was maybe five or six
inches of jeans material, tiny and short...  I wondered if she could
decently sit in it.  I hungered to see her sit, in it.  To top it off, she
was wearing two sexy white boots.  She looked better than any girl I'd seen
in forever.  She looked positively luscious.  I have no idea how any male,
with pedophilic inclinations or not, could look at her and not be turned
on.

   Out of fear of someone I possibly know seeing us I drove her out Highway
321 to a steakhouse I know out by the river.  Driving with her was a
pleasure although I almost killed us a dozen times as I looked down at her
in the passenger seat.  She sat primly, her legs crossed like a proper
lady, but I could see the skirt rising high on the outside of her hips...
way high.  I could see more skin than I saw at the water park, for god's
sake.  My half-hard hardon had grown into a full strength aggressive
hardon, one that wouldn't take no for an answer.  I could see a few drops
of sweat on her upper lip so I rolled up the windows and turned the air on.


   "Thanks, that feels good," she said.

   "Glad to please, darlin'," I replied.  "Lil...  when you gotta be home?"

   "Don't matter," she said, "Just by dark."

   Shit, I thought.  This kid was allowed to run free, from dawn to dusk?
Was there no control on her?  No restrictions?

   "Lili," I said, "what would your parents think if they knew you were
going somewhere in a car with a strange man?"

   "Don," she said, sternly, "it's not my parents.  It's just my mom.  He
don't...  he don't matter.  He'll be gone in a while, anyway, knowin' my
mom.  He don't matter."

   She was silent for a moment.  "And you're not strange," she added. 
Actually I am, but I knew what she meant.

   "To her I'm a stranger," I said.  "Seriously, what would she think?"

   "Uhm," she said, looking out the window.  "She'd prolly bust my ass. 
And maybe cut your dick off!" She said the part last grinning at me, and
then looked pointedly down at my lap.  I wondered if she could tell I had a
rock-hard erection.  A little part of me hoped she could.

   "Damn," I said, "don't want that."

   "Don't worry," she said, "I don't tell.  And I sure don't kiss and
tell."

   Shit, I thought, whatever did she mean by that?  I would die to kiss
this child.  I don't know if I'd do more, but I'd positively die to touch
my lips to hers.  I sighed.  Where did I plan on going with this?  I felt
like I was on a date with her, almost.  I wanted to show her off, I wanted
people, guys mostly, to see her with me, and be jealous.  No normal man
could see her, without wondering, at least a little bit, what it'd be like
to...  to taste her.  She was sheer foxiness, today.

   I glanced down at her again, slightly turning my head, and we did run
off the road a little bit.  She'd uncrossed her legs and spread them
slightly.  And that skirt...  damn that short, short skirt...  I could see,
just for a fraction of a second, a thin vertical line running straight up
the middle of...  of what I could see.  Unless she had flesh-colored
panties on...  my god, I thought...  she's...  she's fucking pantyless. 
She's fucking bare-ass naked down there.

   I looked again.  The skirt almost covered it...  all but a few fractions
of an inch, way down...  sure enough...  it was unmistakable...  she was
bottomless.

   The next few miles were an almost nightmarish trial of trying to keep my
eyes and the car on the road.  She sat there, staring out the window, her
arm on the armrest, her legs spread maybe a foot and a half at the knees...
she seemed totally unaware of the struggle I was having.  I had to look...
I had no choice.  When it's presented, guys have to look.  We can't not
look.  Somehow we survived the drive, and and last pulled up in the parking
lot.

   I watched her exit the car, she turned in the seat, her legs tightly
together, and stood straight up, leaning forward as she got out of the
seat. I caught a fraction of a second of her sweet ass, from maybe halfway
down, as she leaned and her skirt fluttered up.  It was enough.  Just as
I'd suspected, she had a beautiful ass.  Staggeringly beautiful, what I saw
of it.  I imagined I even saw that dark spot, down at the bottom, that told
me where her fabulous little asshole was.  With a grunt of satisfaction, I
levered myself out of the car.  I badly needed to spend some time in the
gent's restroom, and relieve myself.  I felt like I was that close.  I was
walking with an uncomfortably hard cock, and I needed for it to go down for
a while.

   We got seated, and I excused myself for a moment.  In the restroom I
crowded up to a urinal, and yanked my hard cock out.  It probably didn't
take twenty jerks, thinking of her little slit and her beautiful ass, and I
hosed the pisser down with a flood of cum.  Jeezus, the girl turned me on.
I flushed, washed my hands and exited in less than five minutes.

   At the table she was going through the menu, and I helped her decide. 
She chose a small steak, raising my estimation of her even further.  We had
an enjoyable meal and dessert.  I could almost feel the eyes on her from
the other diners.  I was proud of her.  She looked deadly sexy sitting
there, laughing, talking, smiling.  I was way past simply "in love" with
her.  I wondered how much it showed.

   As we prepared to leave, I saw a napkin on the floor, and bent to pick
it up.  On impulse, I looked under the table at her crotch and just about
died all over again.  There was some shadow, but I still saw the most
beautiful little cunt I've ever seen in my life, before and after.  Two
perfect little lips on either side of a slim slit that ran from top to
bottom, all mercifully free of even peach fuzz.  The girl was incredible.

   I was hobbling again when we got to the car, my erection had returned in
full force.  We drove away and headed back towards the city.

   "Darlin'," I said.  "Anything you want to do?" I looked at the clock. 
It was barely two.  Jeezus, I thought, I could have this kid for the rest
of the day, if I can keep her entertained.  I wanted that, bad.

   "Naw..." she said, after a moment's thought.  She looked at me, and
turned halfway in the seat, her left knee bent, and her right leg on top of
her left.  It was all I could do not to look down.  It took every bit of
willpower I had not to look down.  She continued, "could we...  could we
maybe...  go to your place?"

   Oh god.  That's what I wanted more than anything in the world, but I
hadn't thought it would happen this quick.  Just the thought of getting her
alone...  and what might happen...  jeezus, I was turned on.  Did I want to
go this far with her, this soon?  I asked myself.  I didn't feel like there
was a choice.  The way I felt about her, if it was offered, I was going for
it.  Whatever she allowed, I would go for.  She already seemed like to me
that she was used to keeping secrets.  Could she keep mine if something
worthy of a secret happened?  I certainly hoped so.  The girl seemed to
like me, she honesty seemed to like me.  Why would a beautiful young girl
such as her like an old fart like me?  That one drew a blank.  Was it just
because I gave her attention, food and a little of my time?  I decided we'd
talk a while, first, before I...  gently pushed her.  Before I felt her
out.

   I hadn't answered; I was thinking.  She licked her lips, and I took
advantage of the moment to make sure my car was in the lane.  When she
looked out the window, I looked down at her.  And oh god...  there, exposed
completely to my view, was her perfect little cunt.  And this time, the
slit was much wider, since her legs were spread.  It was a moment I wish I
could freeze forever in time.  I've seen a few pussies, in my time...  but
never one as breathtakingly beautiful as this one.  It was incredible.  I
know I use that word way too much, when talking about Lilibeth, but it was.
It was incredible.

   "Darlin'..." I said, thinking, my eyes finally back on the road.  I felt
like I had to get across this idea to her, really well.  "My little
darlin'...  I'd love to have you over...  I love you very much, and I love
spending time with you.  This afternoon has been wonderful, and I've
enjoyed it greatly.  But...  you gotta realize...  some people might think
it's wrong, for a young girl to be at a man's house, by herself...  some
people like your mom, for instance..."

   She was silent a moment.  She almost seemed petulant when she spoke. 
"How'll she ever know?  She don't know what I do or where I go.  She won't
care.  But it don't matter 'cos she won't know."

   "Well, if you're sure," I said, "you'll just hafta be real careful, and
never say anything that gives it away."

   "I can do that.  I'm good at that," she said.  I wondered, at that
point, if she'd ever done anything like this before.  I'd ask her, if
things worked out.

   "Okay," I said, "if you're really sure..." I was pleased.  It was at
least three hours until her mom got off work...  and another five after
that, until dark...  this might go well.  Just spending time in her company
would be enough for me.  Anything else...  would be great.

   "Okay I can?" she asked, and I nodded.

   "Darlin'...  just understand...  if you feel like leaving, I'll be glad
to let you leave.  I'll let you walk away or drive you back home.  I don't
want you to stay anywhere you don't want to.  I don't want you to feel
threatened.  Understand?"

   She nodded resolutely.  She understood.  Her mind seemed made up.  She
wanted to go to my place.  I was with her, on that one.  I wanted her to go
to my place, too.

   I drove straight home, into the garage, and hit the button to close the
door.  I didn't worry about my neighbors, most of them were at work, this
time of day.  But kids hung around the neighborhood...  I didn't want to
ask for trouble.  We exited the car, and went into the house.  I showed her
the house, and she acted impressed, even though it's just a small three
bedroom.

   We settled in the living room and then I went back in the kitchen at got
two Pepsis.  I sat back down on the couch, with her less than a foot from
my side.  I skimmed the choice of afternoon TV, but nothing jumped out.  I
idly wished I had a porn channel, just to slowly go past, and judge her
reaction.  I had some DVD's, but that would look a little obvious.

   I sat back, and asked her a few questions, nothing deep, just about
school next year, stuff like that.  She relaxed and I felt like she was
giving me her full attention.  She had her legs curled up underneath her
and her pussy was safely hidden away from my prying gaze.  I had hopes that
would change.

   "Lili," I finally said.

   "Whut?" she said.

   "You ever done this before?  You ever followed somebody home?"

   She looked down, and then back up, grinning slightly.  "Naw..." she
said. I think the girl was totally honest with me, from start to finish.  I
certainly never caught her in a lie.  I assumed, this time, she was telling
the truth.

   "You ever had a boyfriend?" I asked, and she repeated the whole thing,
saying "Naw" again, and then giggling.

   "Ever kissed a boy?"

   "Naw..."

   I let her rest for a while.  I just wanted to get her to thinking about
stuff like that.  I wondered again if she'd left her panties off today for
a purpose or it's just the way she usually dressed.  As short as that skirt
was...  how could she not have realized she'd be showing?

   "Darlin'..." I said, hesitantly.  I didn't want to embarrass her or send
her fleeing out the front door.

   "Whut?" she said, looking at me.

   "Did you know you don't have any panties on?"

   She laughed at that one.  She really laughed out loud.  She finally just
looked at me, grinning, and shook her head.

   "Yeah," she finally said.  "Yeah, I know that."

   "Just wondered," I said.  I wanted her to know I'd seen her.  For some
reason it was important to me.  "Does it bother you that I peeked?" I
asked.

   "Naw..." she laughed again.  She turned her attention back to the TV but
she giggled again a little.

   "Why do you suppose that is?" I asked, curious what she'd say.

   "Why what?" she said.

   "That you don't have any panties on." I said, patiently.

   She squirmed a little.  "I dunno," she finally said.  "I guess...  I
just like the way it...  feels or somethin'.  It feels...  I dunno..."

   "Sexy, maybe?  Does it feel...  sexy?" I said in my best Church Lady
voice.  She giggled, though I was sure she'd never seen the skit.

   "Yeah, that.  Maybe," she said.

   "Darlin'..." I said, trying to confuse her with a quick subject change,
"you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.  In the whole world,
maybe. I love you, I really love you.  I'll always love you."

   She looked at me, and grinned, but didn't say anything.

   "I dream about you.  I think about you night and day.  I dream about you
in the kitchen.  I dream about you in bed.  I dream about you in the
bathtub, especially in the bathtub..."

   She giggled some more.  She had slowly closed the distance between us,
and I felt her nestling up against me, under my left arm.  I gently put my
arm over her shoulders.

   "All that keeps me from dying of unrequited love is one thing," I said,
and waited.  She finally caught on.

   "What?" she asked.

   "That I might, someday, get one small simple kiss from you," I said.

   "Awww..." she said.  She smiled and cuddled up against my body, now
silent.

   "Well?" I finally said.

   "I'm thinkin' 'bout it," she said, laughing.

   I gave her another few seconds.

   "What is...  unre...  unre...  whatever you said..." she asked.

   "Unrequited?" I said, "unfulfilled.  Unsatisfied.  Still yearning."

   "Well who says it's gonna be that?" she said, and I laughed this time.

   "Uh..." I said, "I just kinda...  assumed...  you are, what, only
eighteen?  And I'm twenty five or so?"

   She laughed again at that.

   "Yeah," she said, "yeah, I'm eighteen." She snorted.  We both laughed.
She seemed to be warming up to me nicely.

   "Listen," she said, "I'll give you one teeny tiny kiss, if you'll
promise me something."

   "Okay," I said, "what is it?"

   "You don't get to know ahead of time.  You just gotta promise," she
said, and I laughed.

   "Why would I do that?"

   "Because you want to kiss me," she said.  I nodded.  Her logic was
impeccable.

   "That's pretty open ended," I said, "when will I find out what I'm
promising?"

   "I dunno, maybe later.  Or maybe tomorrow," she said.  I finally nodded,
after tapping my finger on my lip and acting like I was thinking about it.

   "Okay, I promise," I said.

   "Good," she said.  "Good."

   She sat up on the couch beside me.  I leaned down towards her, and she
raised her angelic face.  She closed her eyes, and put her lips in the
kissing position.  I leaned a few inches further, readying my lips, and we
touched.  I had decided to let her set the pace, so I didn't do anything
except kiss.  Teeny tiny kiss my ass, probably twenty seconds went by
before she pulled back.  I had my mouth half open by then, and I could feel
her little lips on mine.  It was truly sexier than shit.

   And...  don't get me started.  Her smell.  The girl smelled.  She
smelled of a million good things, girls, first, a hint of perfume or soap
or maybe body wash, a little honest sweat...  the list goes on and on.  I
love smells.  Smells seem to bypass all the filters and are wired right
into our emotions.  Smells turn me on, big time.  Good smells, and
sometimes...  strong smells that other people might classify as bad smells.
Like underarms, nothing turns me on more than burying my face in a girl's
underarm.  I planned on doing it with this girl.  And ass, nothing really
turns me on like the smell of ass.  Call me a perv.  And that was another
thing that I was seeing definite possibilities of, with this girl.  Her
ass. Anyway, as we kissed I sucked air in my nose until it hurt, and she
smelled fabulous.  I couldn't get enough of her smell.

   She finally pulled back and opened her eyes.  I stared down at her.

   "Darling," I said, breathing into her face.  I was glad I'd flossed last
night.  "Darling...  that was wonderful.  Thank you, honestly thank you."

   "You're welcome," she said, in a little voice, and giggled.

   "You really never done that before?" I asked.

   "Nope," she said.

   "Damn, you're good," I said, and she giggled again.  I went on.  "So
when can you tell me what I promised?"

   "I guess I can tell you," she said.

   "Okay," I said, "tell me."

   "Just...  just that you'll kiss me...  whenever I want you to..." she
said shyly.  I laughed.

   "That's it?" I said, and she nodded.

   "Yes, dear," I said, "I'll do that.  It's a lot of trouble, but a
promise is a promise.  I'm an old fart, but I keep my promises."

   She laughed, and cuddled down, putting her head down on my chest.  I
wrapped my arms around her, and squeezed her to my body.

   I gave her thirty seconds, then I said, "Now?"

   "Now what, old fart?" she said.

   "Now do you want me to kiss you?" I said.

   She was silent a moment.  Finally she said, "Not yet." I laughed
silently.  I gave her another thirty seconds.  The TV droned on, oblivious
to our game.

   "Now?" I said.

   "Not yet."

   Thirty more.  "Now?" I asked.

   "Now!" she said firmly, and I pulled her up and pressed my face down
into hers, my mouth half open.  This one was beautiful, and seemed to have
no end.  I opened my mouth further, and felt hers hesitantly open a little.
I tickled her lips with my tongue, and she giggled in my mouth.  She opened
her mouth further and further, and at last I felt her little tongue touch
mine.  I rubbed it, and felt her shake with laughter beneath me.  She
seemed to be loving it.  I sure as hell was.

   We probably kissed for two or three minutes, that second time.  It was
everything I'd dreamed, incredibly sexy, feeling her tongue on mine, and
her hot saliva in my mouth.  My cock had been so hard for so long it was
almost numb by now.  I loved it.

   She finally broke apart, gasping, although she'd been breathing through
her nose.  I lay my head back and looked down at her.

   "You are the best kisser, ever," I said, and she nodded solemnly.

   "Nothin' to it," she said, and I laughed.  Already an expert, on her
second kiss.

   "Just let me know when you want another kiss," I said.  "I'm ready, at
any moment."

   "Okay," she said, grinning.

   "Now?" I said, hopefully.

   "Not yet."



   --==+==-

   An hour had gone by.  A good thirty minutes of it I'd spent with her
lips locked to mine.  She was a wonderful kisser, and we'd passed all the
milestones.  Her little tongue roamed my mouth now.  I would open my mouth
and stick out my tongue, and she'd lick it like a cat lapped milk.  Or
she'd open her mouth, and I'd run my tongue around the rim of her lips,
tickling her.  But mostly she'd just open her mouth and I'd cover it with
mine.  It was incredible.  Once I looked down, and saw a huge wet spot in
the front of my slacks, pre-cum that my dick had oozed.  I covered it with
my shirt, and finally carefully set her to the side and stood.

   "Baby, let me go change," I said.  "I'll be right back." I went into my
bedroom, pulled my slacks and undies off and pulled on a pair of loose
shorts that I usually sleep in.  I tucked my still-hard dick up under the
waistband, hoping it didn't look that obvious.  Well, I did hope it looked
a little obvious.  She shouldn't have any trouble, if I wore these things,
she shouldn't have any trouble telling that I liked her a lot.  I just
hoped I wouldn't pass out from all the blood pooling in my cock.

   I got two more soft drinks and returned to the living room.  She lay on
the couch, her long legs curled below her.  Out of habit I tried to spot
her little pussy but it was hidden.  Damn, though...  that skirt...  it
showed all her leg, every bit.  It was one sexy square foot of material.  I
made a mental note to dash off a "thank you" to whoever made it.

   I set the drinks on the coffee table and sat beside her.  I lifted her
head and slid underneath her and lay her head back down in my lap.  I
literally felt the back of her head press against the underside of my hard
cock, and damn if the thing didn't get a little harder.  I held her Pepsi
so she could drink but she dribbled it on my leg and we both laughed.  I
almost ejaculated when she turned her head and licked the drops of liquid
from my hairy leg.  It was insanely sexy, feeling her little tongue on my
body.

   How can I fail?  I ask myself.  At this stage, I saw her as good as
mine. How can I fuck this up?  Is this what I really want to do?  To play
this sweet innocent little girl?  I decided, at that moment, that I would
not fuck her.  It wouldn't be fair.  She wasn't old enough to know, to
make, as they call it, "informed consent." I understood that, and agreed
with it.  But holy shit, would I ever kiss her.  And...  I might go a
little further...  I might lick a little, if she allowed it...  if she
acted like she wanted it.  Like I'd said, let her set the pace.  The fact
that she was pantyless was kind of a hint...  at least that's how I took
it. I wondered if she knew what that meant in the real world.

   She squirmed around in my lap a little and finally sat up.  She crawled
over on top of me and I guided her until she lay facing me, her belly
against mine, my left leg inbetween her two legs.  Her elbows were on my
chest and her face was right in front of mine.  I could literally feel the
heat of her little cunt on my thigh and it felt sexy off the scale.  Her
whole body just seemed to radiate heat, at this point.  She was fuckin'
hot, literally.

   "Now?" I asked hopefully.

   "Now!" she commanded, and our mouths almost smashed together.  She
kissed like a mountain lion, aggressive and commanding and I bowed before
her.  I tasted saliva and blood in my mouth.  When she pulled away I
followed, licking her lips and chin.  She laughed.

   "You know what, Mr.  Don?" she said, I made that funny inquisitive noise
that we seem to know instinctively what it means.

   "You are what my mom calls a prevert," she announced with satisfaction.
I laughed.

   "Pervert, darlin'.  I'm a pervert," I said, and then she laughed.  I
went on.  "I'm proud to be a pervert, if I get to taste sexy little things
like you.  I love you, sweet darlin', I really love you.  I want to kiss
you every day for the rest of my life."

   She smiled sweetly, and leaned in.  A freebie, I thought, as our lips
touched.  Kissing her was almost a holy experience to me, by now.  Her body
had a taste, and I loved it.  I inhaled her, almost.  I hadn't lied to her,
I wanted to do this every day for the rest of my life.

   I closed my eyes and imagined my future without her.  It was inevitable
that it would be without her.  Whatever might happen between us now, she'd
eventually grow up and away from me, or get tired of me, or meet a boy her
age, or send me to prison.  Those were the options, and I lost her in every
one of them.  What cruel mistress life is.  Everything she gives she takes
back, when you've learned to love it and the pain is a hundred times worse.


   I opened my eyes and stared into hers.  She met my gaze squarely.  There
was no fear of the future in her, I thought.  She didn't know yet.  She
hadn't been hurt yet.  I envied her for that.  A tear crept down my cheek
and she saw it and looked puzzled.

   "What's wrong?" she said, and I sighed.

   "I was just thinkin' of the future, darlin', and how sad I'd be if I
ever lost you," I replied.

   "You'll never lose me," she said, "I'll always be your...  your girl. 
You silly old fart."

   I hugged her to me and more tears came.  I held her in my arms and just
cried.  I looked at her beautiful face, through the tears and my eyes just
poured.  I loved her more in that instant than I ever thought I could love
anything.  What a weak and insignificant force love is.  All the love in
the world can't even move a single grain of sand.  But my love for her at
that moment could have folded the universe.

   "Shit," she whispered in my ear, "I didn't mean for you to cry a river."

   I laughed.  I'm sure she'd heard somebody say that, somewhere.  She was
such a little parrot, sometimes.  She cracked me up.  I dried my eyes, and
drank in the beauty that was her.

   "Are you over it?" she asked, and I nodded.  "I'm alright," I said.  She
smiled.  I laughed, and kissed her without asking.  She let me.  She was
warm and comfortable in my arms, her body draped across mine.  Without
asking I slid my hands down her back, and touched her firm, tight ass. 
Touched it, hell, I cupped her sweet cheeks in my hands and squeezed.  I
slid my hands up under her little skirt, and rubbed and squeezed her
fantastic ass.  The feeling of her bare skin on my fingertips was
incredible, and turned me on yet another order of magnitude.  Her upper leg
was grinding into my rock-hard cock and I knew there was no way she could
not feel it.  Her hot little cunt almost dripped on my upper leg and I sure
as hell could feel that.  It felt wonderful and damp, almost wet.  It was
incredible.

   "Oh, baby," I moaned, and our lips met again, and again and again.  She
rubbed my penis harder with her leg and scrubbed her cunt against my leg.
She just got wilder and wilder and I felt her whole body bounce on top of
me.  Our teeth clicked together painfully.  Her tongue was a mad little
whirligig in and out of my mouth.  I clenched my fingers into her ass,
feeling hard muscle beneath my grip, hard muscle and soft skin.  I was more
turned on than I thought possible.  Oh god, don't make me rape this child,
I prayed.  My cock screamed for relief and release.

   In a frenzy, I pressed my fingers into her buttcrack, feeling the sweaty
sweetness of her puckered asshole.  I rubbed up and down, feeling from the
top of her crack to down where her pussy slit started.  My cock clenched
and I almost came.  I rubbed her asshole again and then brought that finger
to my nose, and smelled her wondrous scent.  My dick clenched again.  I put
the finger in my mouth and then pressed it into her royal puckeredness,
feeling her sphincter push against me as I pressed deeper into her body. 
God she was turning me on, the feel of her body beneath my hands was
unreal. She was trembling and shaking so violently it was all I could do to
keep my finger in her ass.

   The end was quick and spectacular.  I felt chill bumps on her legs where
she touched me.  She hiccuped and gasped for breath, writhing on top of me,
her whole body shaking.  My god, I thought, she's fucking cumming, just
from rubbing her cunt on my leg.  She had a good long one and just about
that time my cock jerked and I felt mine start.  I squirted a gallon into
my shorts, soaking both them and her crotch and legs.  It was the most
intense incredible orgasm of my life.  It was just fucking insane, and I
could tell it had been good for her, too.  She collapsed on top of me,
sighing deeply.  I held her and rocked her and whispered to her until she
came back around.

   "Baby, you are too much," I said, laughing at her.  She smiled up at me
weakly.

   "Was that good?" I said.

   "Oh yeah," she said, "very good."

   "You ever done that before?" I asked.

   "Nope," she said.  "It felt...  wunnerful.  I wanna do it again."

   "Baby, there's lots of way we can do that.  But hell yeah, we'll do it
again.  Lots of times"

   She laughed, and nestled against me.  I just sat there and held her, as
the smell of semen permeated the room.



   --==+==-

   We didn't do much else that day after that.  After we basically had sex
with each other.  Beautiful, sticky, steamy sex.  It was just too cool.  I
had finally gotten up and changed, and wiped her down with a washrag.  When
I was in my bedroom changing, I crouched and bent until my nose was as
close to my leg as I could get, and I could smell the scent of her pussy.
It turned me on insanely, and that quick, and I felt a twitch from my cock
as it woke back up.  I finally rubbed my fingers on my leg, transferring
the smell, and sniffed at her wonderful odor on my fingers.  God, her cunt
smelled good.  I couldn't wait to taste it.  I felt like that was one
hundred percent probable, at this stage.  Maybe even tomorrow.  I hungered
for her tastes and smells.

   About eight o'clock that evening she finally began stirring around and
put her boots back on.  I went and changed back into my street clothes and
I finally took her home, dropping her off in front of her housing addition.

   "What you gonna tell your mom you did all day?" I said, as we drove
over.

   "If she asks, I'll say I was at Allison's," she said, snorting.  How
easy people make this, I thought.  Do they not realize there's people like
me out there?  It's pathetic.  I drove home shaking my head.

   The next day was Saturday.  I had asked her what she usually did on
Saturday and she'd said same as usual, water park or Allison's.  I felt
like I was pushing things, to have her over so much but we made a date to
meet at the park at nine o'clock.  I zoomed home and jumped in bed, happier
than I'd been in forever.  I felt like I was young again, young and in
love. I couldn't wait to see her.



   --==+==-

   I leaped out of bed, showered, drove to the park, picked her up and we
went and grabbed breakfast.  Then we high-tailed it back to my place. 
Today she was wearing a tight little blouse and a pair of white shorts and
tennis shoes.  Damn, though, she looked sexy, the girl could look sexy in a
grocery sack.  She just had it, that special something.  She looked good
enough to eat.

   We laid around and watched Saturday morning TV, which was a
disappointment.  She finally got a little frisky, and rolled over into my
lap.

   "Now!" she said, and I bent down.  Let it begin, I thought, let it
begin.

   My only fear was my daughter showing up unexpectedly.  She had learned,
from a few embarrassments in the past, to call first, for fear of this very
thing...  that a girl might be over here.  Of course, she'd never expect
the girl to be a pre-teen.  And I didn't want her to find that out.  She
had already notified me I'd be watching the girl that evening, but that was
hours away.  I locked the storm door, just in case, and promised myself to
make sure our clothes were laid out for easy access, if clothes happened to
come off, today.

   And the clothes did come off.  I took my shirt off first, and she
giggled and ran her hands through my chest hair.  I ran my hands over her
chest, and she finally slowly unbuttoned the blouse and took it off.  Once
again, the sight of her little nipples just knocked me out.  My mouth
started watering.  She giggled and I grabbed her and pulled her against me,
rubbing her against my hairy chest.  She shrieked and giggled some more.  I
literally felt her nipple rub against mine at one point and I about lost
it. Finally there was nothing left to do, nowhere left to go.

   "Darlin'," I said, laying her down across my lap, "lovely child," I
stopped and kissed her, "may I suck," kiss, "on your beautiful," kiss,
"little boobies?" Kiss kiss kiss.

   She laughed, and I felt her relax beneath me.  "I guess," she said, and
smiled up at me.  I slowly bent my head to her body.  My lips touched her.
She was simply exquisite.  I sucked the fatness of her nipple in my mouth
and just about passed out.  Once again, I tasted her body.  It was
incredible.

   I won't kill a hundred paragraphs trying to describe the sweetness of
sucking on her little pre-tit nipples.  I could go on and on.  It was
fantastic, out of this world.  I could, like I said, literally taste her
body.  It was sweet and sexy.  Her nipples were hard little puffy ridges of
flesh, in my mouth.  I scraped my teeth across them, and she moaned.  I
laughed, and sucked hard and she moaned again.  I sucked and sucked and
sucked until I knew blood had flooded them and they were even more crazy
sensitive then I scraped them again with my teeth.  I felt her whole body
tremble and shake beneath me.

   I rolled, putting her on bottom.  I crouched over her, my knees on the
floor, and made love to her nipples with my mouth.  I wondered if she could
cum, just from my fucking around with her nipples.  I swear I think she
could.  They seemed very sensitive.

   I licked to the middle of her chest and then went down.  Her belly
button was a work of art, a deep indention in her stomach, with a little
bud of flesh at the bottom.  I licked it, and gnawed on her flat stomach as
best I could.  Her stomach was so buff I could see the plates of muscle on
her midsection.  Her skin was almost vacuum-molded to the muscles beneath.
I know you're getting tired of this word, but she was incredible.

   Her shorts stopped me, though.  I sighed, and crawled back up her body.
I wrapped my arms around her, putting my hand on the back of her head, and
pulled her close, her head beside mine.

   "Darlin'..." I breathed in her ear, and she wiggled beneath me,
laughing. I breathed my hot breath into her ear again.

   "Darlin'," I said.  "I don't want to upset you.  I don't want to ever do
anything you don't want me to.  I don't want you to ever feel nervous, or
afraid, when you're over here."

   "I don't..." she whispered.

   "Angel...  if you feel the slightest hesitation, please say no... 
but... can I take your shorts off?"

   She didn't pause an instant, to my pleasure.

   "Don..." she whispered, "you don't have to ask."

   I sighed, and slid back down.  She lifted her ass off the couch, and I
unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them down.  Aha, I thought...  just as I
suspected...  once again, she wasn't wearing panties.  Damn, I thought, at
least one of these times I'd like to have a pair of her panties for my
collection.  I'd have to ask her about that.

   She lay back.  She looked sexier than shit, laying there on the couch,
stark naked.  Her smooth brown skin was broken by her tan lines, two
horizontal strips of white, right where the good stuff was.  I wanted to
see her little ass bad.  I knew it would look deadly sexy, brown legs and
back, and pale white ass.  Tan lines are the coolest.  They draw your eye,
like I said, right to the good stuff.

   She spread her legs, and I nestled inbetween them, carefully not looking
down.  I wanted to savor the moment, I wanted something to remember when I
finally looked down.  I knew I wouldn't be disappointed.  I tried to
mentally prepare myself for the next step.  The next big jump.  The thing I
wanted most in the world.

   "Darlin'," I said, looking up at her.  "Once again, I don't want..."

   "Don," she interrupted, looking slightly annoyed.  "I said, you don't
have to ask!"

   I understood.  I took a deep breath, and surveyed the beauty before me.
She had a wonderful little cunt, two plump little lips, and a cute little
clit that peeked out the top.  Her little mons was nice and fat and smooth
as a baby's butt.  None of that distracting undergrowth.  Her pussy was
gapped open slightly, from her legs being spread so wide.  I could see some
dusty white stuff, probably salt, in the crease of her legs and around her
pussy.  I hungered to taste it.  I grabbed her legs right beneath her
knees, and lifted them in the air.  Her little ass rose, and I got to see
her cute little asshole.  God, her asshole was beautiful, not just simply
cute.  It was a little slice of puckered heaven.  I leaned in, and drew a
heavy breath in through my nostrils.  Good grief, she smelled good, she
smelled like pussy and ass and sex, wet, steamy, grimy sex all rolled into
one.  Just her smell made my hard dick harder.  I slowly extended my
tongue, getting prepared, and felt that almost painful taste sensation in
my jaws that precludes tasting something really strong or really good.  I
touched her body with the tip of my tongue, a fraction of an inch below her
clit.

   Okay, I could go on and on here.  But time is limited.  It wasn't that
day, thankfully, hell, it wasn't even ten o'clock yet.  Theoretically, I
had eight or nine more hours to do this shit, to eat her pussy.  I spent
the first hour just licking.  And she was heavenly, just positively divine.
I cannot go on enough about that.  Her taste was unreal, out of this world,
incredible, all the tired old words I've used a few dozen times so far in
this story.  She was simply amazing.

   I had to wonder if she'd had a bath last night, she was so tasty.  Maybe
nothing since the splash pad yesterday morning, and that probably didn't
get up inside her very well where my tongue was going.  She tasted unlike
anything I've ever tasted.  Big girls taste good...  I've tasted some
pretty goddam tasty girls over the years.  One twenty something years ago
that really stands out, one with remarkable similarities to Lilibeth. 
Maybe she tasted this good but too much time had passed to remember.  But,
damn, this little girl tasted good.

   She was alternately stroking my hair, and playing with my ears as I did
all this.  I finally stopped fucking around, and bore down hard on her
clit. I could feel the rubbery little bud of flesh on the tip of my tongue,
and I alternately smashed it into her body and sucked it out, hard.  She
twitched and her whole body jerked when I did that.  I sucked and smashed
and sucked and smashed, and within minutes she came, sharp and hard.  Her
legs closed on my head and I could feel the chill bumps on them once again.
I ran my hands up and down her legs, loving the strong muscular feel of
them.  She gasped and sighed and hiccuped.

   "I told you we'd do that again," I said, and she laughed.

   "You can do that any time you want," she said, sighing again.

   I laughed, and my tongue wandered down into the crease of her leg.  It
was great, nice and salty, maybe with a little sand mixed in.  I slurped
and gulped and licked, eating her up.  I finally flipped her over, laying
her on her stomach, and once again readied myself for the experience of a
lifetime.  I spread her ass cheeks apart with my fingers, and bowed before
my goddess.

   Her ass was, to use a tired old phrase, incredible.  It had a strong
taste, stronger than her pussy, but that's to be expected, it goes with the
territory.  But it was sexy, off the scale.  She had a taste to die for.  I
licked up her crack, and then down.  Then I smashed my tongue right in the
middle.  Target acquired.  I tried to ram my tongue into her body like I
had my finger yesterday, but my tongue simply wasn't strong enough.  She
had a great pucker factor.  Just feeling the little ridges of her puckered
sweetness almost had me creaming in my shorts.  I will waste no more time,
describing her sweet asshole.  Suffice it to say, once again, yes, it was
incredible.

   I had heard her giggle when my tongue first touched her asshole, and I
wondered what she thought.  I wondered about her sexual knowledge base and
if she'd ever heard of this being done before.  I'd ask her later.  I hoped
she realized I loved her this much.  I loved her enough to lick her where
her turds came from.  I realized the almost frightening intensity with
which I loved her.  Was anything off limits, what I'd do for her?  Hardly.

   I finally licked and sucked and loved on her ass cheeks, loving the feel
of them beneath my tongue and fingers.  She had the cutest little
bubble-but in the world.  I buried my hands in her ass cheeks and just
squeezed.  She giggled and squirmed and I licked her asshole again.

   The next time I looked at the clock it was almost one o'clock.  Sweet
jeezus, I thought.  My mouth was dry and my lips almost felt chapped.  I
stood, my hard cock poking my shorts out from my waist.  I stumbled into
the kitchen and got us both cans of Pepsi and staggered back out.  She was
sitting demurely on the couch, like a little lady, with the possible
exception of being stark naked.  God, she looked like a little angel.  I
just stood there and stared.

   "Don," she said, patting the couch beside her.  "Sit."

   I finally did, popped the top of one Pepsi, and handed it to her.  She
drank, and I drank.

   "Tell me when you want lunch, darlin'," I said.

   "Well I am kinda hungry..." she said.

   "Pizza okay?" I asked.

   "Sure," she said.  I got back up, slapped a pepperoni in the oven, not
bothering with the pre-heat, and turned to go back in the living room.  She
was standing in the doorway.

   "Don..." she said.  I looked at her, and saw where she was looking.  She
was staring at the lump in my pants.

   "Don," she said, taking a breath.  "After we eat...  can we...  would
you...  would you show me...  yourself?"

   Oh shit.  Well, what else was left to do, really.  I sighed.

   "Darlin', darlin'," I said.  I put my arm on her bare shoulder, and
walked her back to the couch.  "We got almost forty minutes, 'til the
pizza's done.  Sit."

   She sat on the couch.  I spread her legs, and stood between them, still
standing.

   "Close your eyes," I said, and she giggled, but closed them.

   I quietly went over and sat on the easy chair, picking up the remote. 
When she finally got tired of waiting and opened her eyes I was clicking
through the channels.

   "Hey!" she said, and I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

   "What?" I said.

   "That wasn't fair!  You were gonna show...  you were..."

   "You said after lunch," I reminded her.  She giggled.  I stood, and
walked towards her.  On the way, I slid my shorts down and dropped them. 
My hard cock flopped free, and she sucked in a breath, a smile on her face.

   "Darlin'," I said.  "This is your standard, grade-A garden variety cock.
This one is hard, and would appear much smaller if soft.  I doubt if you'll
ever get to see a soft one because you're so sexy.  I know mine hasn't been
soft since I met you."

   She giggled, her eyes never leaving my cock.  I rubbed it, feeling
pre-cum oozing from the slit.  I drew a long string of it away from my cock
and it finally snapped after a few inches.

   "What was that?" she asked.

   "Pre-cum.  It leaks out, when I see a sexy little girl," I replied.  She
giggled.  I continued.  "You ever see one before?  A dick?"

   "I seen Danny's, when he was little..." she said absently.  I guessed
Danny was her little brother.  She almost acted hypnotized.  I grabbed the
base of my cock and moved it from side to side, watching her eyes move. 
She was too funny.

   "Darlin'," I finally said.  "You can touch it if you wish.  I won't mind
too much."

   She laughed, and slowly reached out her hand.  Her little fingers felt
great as she carefully grasped the shaft.  She looked up and me and smiled.
She slowly walked her fingers out to the cap, and squeezed it.  She slid
her fingers around in the slippery pre-cum, drawing the strings out and
giggling.  Damn, it felt good.  I didn't want to shoot off in her face, but
I was close.

   I let her play until the pizza was ready.  I finally excused myself, and
went and pulled it out of the oven, cautious of cock burns.  Damn, my dick
was hard, and it never went down.  I sliced the pizza, and brought it back
to the living room.  We ate, and my cock never went down.  She still hadn't
got enough of it, she just stared and stared.  I laughed at her.  She was
in a cock-trance.

   We got done and I cleaned up, and returned.

   "Baby..." I said.  I wanted to make her cum again.  I wanted to give her
hundreds of cums, thousands.  I wanted to be forever associated in her mind
with the feeling of massive, almost endless orgasms.

   "Baby, let's try something.  Lay down on the couch on your back." She
followed my instructions and I approached and spread her legs.  I lowered
my body, bending at the knees, and touched her clit with my cock, guiding
it with my hand.  She watched, smiling.

   "Just relax, baby," I said, and she nodded.  I began scrubbing her clit
with the hard cap of my cock, smashing her little clit into her body.  She
sighed, and gasped and smiled at me, again.

   I just went on and on, rubbing her clit with my cock.  I was relieved
when she finally came, my legs were starting to cramp.  She just exploded,
her legs twitching, her arms curling up, her mouth wide open and her eyes
closed.  I could see the flicker of her eyes moving beneath her eyelids. 
She gasped and coughed and sighed and came like crazy.  I let her finish,
because I wanted her to see my happy ending.

   "Watch this, baby," I said.  "This is how a man cums."

   I relaxed and let go and scrubbed her clit harder and faster.  She still
twitched, but not as intensely.  After maybe a minute, I felt it begin.  My
knees locked, and I had to stand.  My cock gave a mighty jerk, and I
sprayed a load of cum onto her belly and chest.  I came again and again,
directing it downward, soaking her sweet little cunt with the viscous
fluid. Finally just a drop was left, and I squeezed my cock and dropped it
into her belly button.  She had been watching with fascination and she
giggled at that.

   "Th-th-th-that's all folks!" I said, and she giggled.

   "You looked like that hurt," she said, and I nodded.

   "It feels so good it almost hurts.  Yeah, I know I look funny when I
cum. I've had other girls tell me that."

   She laughed.  I gotta film myself sometimes, I thought, just to see what
they're talking about.  It must be pretty funny if even a kid notices.

   She reached down and put a finger in the trail of slime across her
belly.

   "That is semen, darlin'," I said.  "That's the stuff that makes babies.
If you have started bleedin', and you get that in your pussy, you might
have a baby."

   She nodded.  "This is cum, right?" she said, and I nodded.

   "It's called a lot of things," I said, "sperm, spunk, jizm, semen, cum,
joy juice, the list goes on and on."

   She giggled.  To my almost absolute shock she lifted her finger to her
mouth and tasted it.

   "It tastes...  funny..." she said.

   "Why aren't you laughing, if it's funny?" I asked, and she did laugh.

   "Does this make me a cum-eater?" she asked.

   "Well, you hardly had enough for that," I said.  "And most cum-eaters
eat it from the source."

   "Most cum-eaters are cock-suckers, you mean," she said.  I nodded. 
"Yeah," I said.  "Yeah."



   --==+==-

   She skated home about five that evening, to check in.  She was back in
an hour, warmed up and ready to play.  I dropped my face to her naked cunt
and licked her to two orgasms and she came like crazy.  She was getting
good at it and she was falling in love with the feeling.

   "Don," she said, raising herself off the couch, almost woozy from
cumming so hard.

   "Yes, dear," I said, helping her up.

   "Gimme a minute, I gotta pee," she said.  Oh, hell no, I thought.  Not
gonna pass up this opportunity.

   "Baby, I'm sorry, but I can't allow that," I said.

   "What?  Why not?" she said.  She knew I was up to something.

   "The only way you can pee in this house is if you pee on me," I said,
and she giggled.

   "That's nasty," she said.

   "No, it's sexy," I said, "it's sexier than shit, because it's your pee."

   "You are a prevert, for sure," she said, laughing.

   "Yeah," I said, "I am."

   I carried her into the bathroom, tickling her and making her squeal.  I
turned on the shower to just a trickle and let the water warm up.  I laid
down on the floor as best I could, although though I had to stick my feet
out the door.  I pulled her in to stand over me.

   "Spread your pussy and pee on me, darlin'," I said.  She laughed again.

   "Where?"

   "Just pee," I said, "I'll take care of the rest."

   She giggled and reached down.  It was sexier than shit to see her pull
her pussy lips back and spread her little cunt apart.  Then we waited, and
waited and waited.

   "What's the matter, you shy?" I said, laughing at her.

   "I'm tryin'," she said, a serious look on her face.  "An' I gotta go,
bad.  But it won't."

   I leaned up and kissed her cunt, putting my mouth where I imagined her
urethra was, and sucked.  She giggled but nothing came out.

   "Are you gonna drink it?" she asked, conversationally.

   "I'll let it splash in my mouth to taste it, but I won't drink it," I
said, and she nodded.

   "You are a preverted old fart," she said, and I nodded in assent.

   Finally, a dribble came, and then a flood.  I did just what I said I'd
do, I leaned down and let it splash in my face, and in my mouth.  It tasted
sexier than shit, salty, harsh and metallic and yellow.  It actually tasted
yellow to me.  I smashed my face into her cunt and let it spray all over
the place.  She squealed and giggled and kept on peeing.  She just peed and
peed and I ate it up.  It was too sexy.  Just as her stream started
tapering off I sat up and let her splash the hot fluid on my cock.

   "Damn, baby, that was too sexy," I said, dropping to my knees and
grinding my face back into her cunt.  She put a leg on my shoulder,
spreading herself, and I licked her clit, feeling her body twitch beneath
me.  The smell of piss was overpowering, and I could still taste it on her
body.  I wanted to get her off, I wanted her to remember even this as being
sexy and feeling good.  Finally I felt the rhythmic twitches that I'd felt
from before when she came and at last she had a nice orgasm on the end of
my tongue.  Her legs pressed against my neck and with one hand I squeezed
her ass while the other jacked my cock.  It was sexy beyond words.



   --==+==-

   That evening, as she dressed and prepared to skate home, I begged for a
day off.  I wanted her every moment I could have her, but I was starting to
get nervous because she was spending so much time at my house.  She pouted
and griped but I finally got her to understand and agree to spend some time
at home.  And please, I reminded her, please don't say a word about this,
about what you do over here.  Don't even joke about it.  She nodded, her
face serious.

   "Okay," she finally said.  "But could I come over maybe just a few
hours, tomorrow afternoon?"

   "Darlin'," I said, exasperated.  "Yes, if you're in the neighborhood,
and you don't have anything better to do."

   She laughed.  She knew she'd won.  And I knew I'd see her tomorrow.

   Sure enough, she skated up about two in the afternoon.  I was just
finished the lawn, and she sat on the porch and watched me.  I had daylight
nightmares about her mom driving by in a car after having followed her.  I
was too paranoid, at times.  But you can never be too paranoid.  I finished
and she followed me in the house.

   "Darlin'," I said, "Lemme take a quick shower."

   She followed me into my bedroom, and stripped as I did.  I sighed, and
let her.  We crowded in the shower and she squealed at the cold water.  It
finally heated up and we stood under the spray in each other's arms, and
let the water beat on us.

   "Don..." she said, in a husky voice.

   "What?" I said.

   "I gotta pee...  again."

   Oh god.  Not a problem.  I leaned against the wall, sitting in the floor
and let her flood me again.  My cock was ninety percent hard, just from
being naked in the shower with her and having her pee in my face took it
over the top to it's usual one hundred thirty percent where it stayed when
she was around.  She was one sexy little thing.  I licked her pussy clean,
and then spun her around, and stuck my tongue in her asshole.  God she
tasted good...  she just defied description, sometimes.  Unreal.

   "Don..." she said.

   "What?" I said, my voice muffled by her ass.

   "Can I...  can I do that thing...  where I put your weenie in my mouth?"

   Shit.  I sighed heavily.  What a curious little creature she was.  I
slowly stood, but then leaned back down where I was level with her.

   "Darlin'," I said, "you can do anything you want.  But I just want to
make sure you really really want to do these things, that you're not just
saying it because you want to please me.  My pleasure is not important,
yours is.  But other things are important too, your self-image, for
instance."

   She was staring at me like I was crazy.  I hoped she understood at least
a little bit what I was saying.  She slowly nodded her head, and shifted
impatiently.

   "Okay," I said, defeated.  "Go for it."

   She laughed and sank to her knees.  My cock was hard, of course, and she
grasped it with both hands and pulled it up to stare at my balls.  I felt
her soft fingers grasp my testicles and pull slightly on them.  She
giggled. Well, let her play, I thought.  The warm water felt nice.  We
could stay in here forever if her knees held up.

   After a minute, I felt her soft lips on the head of my cock.  I looked
down and almost came.  To see her head from above, as my cock disappeared
into her mouth...  unreal.  Just fucking insane.  I was turned on, to say
the least.

   She pulled it almost all the way in her mouth, and stopped.  I felt her
lips close, and she began to suck.  She did a decent job, for a
first-timer. I was ready to cum almost immediately just from the intense
excitement of a sweet young girl putting my cock in her mouth.  I was
pumped.  I held back, as hard as I could.

   I was torn about cumming in her mouth.  I wasn't sure if she was ready
for that.  When it became inevitable, that it was going to happen no matter
what, I touched her shoulder and told her I was about to cum.  She nodded
her head, and kept on sucking.  Well, whatever, I thought.  If that's what
she wants.  I warned her again at the five second mark, and suddenly my
dick sprayed a massive load into her soft, sweet mouth.

   She made it until about the third squirt, and then she coughed and
sprayed a mouthful of semen onto my legs.  She was laughing after that and
squirts five and six dribbled out of her mouth.  My cock went down a little
and she finally dropped it and I looked down at her.  She looked up,
grinning, my semen running down her chin and neck, and flooding down over
her beautiful little nipples.  One more sight of her I'll never forget. 
She was just too cool.  She laughed and giggled and finally scooped the
sperm off her chest and sucked it into her mouth.  I almost could have cum
again, that quick.

   I washed her, and we rinsed, got out, and dried off.  We walked back
into the living room, still as naked as jaybirds .

   "Darlin'," I said, "I got something I wanna do...  I want you to do, for
me."

   "Okay," she said, sitting on the couch.

   "Lemme take some pictures of you.  Please?" I asked.  She laughed, and
nodded.

   "Sure," she said.  I didn't figure she'd mind.  And what little girl
doesn't want to be a porno star, I thought.

   "Lemme get my camera.  And would you put your clothes back on, so I can
get you getting undressed?" She giggled and shook her head at me.  I went
and fetched my camera, and when I returned, she was dressed.

   I've always wanted to be a porn photographer.  That seems like the
ultimate job to me.  You know those guys get to sample the merchandise, you
can just tell.  We started out slow and tame, a few dozen shots of her
face, and her body, clothed.  Then the fun began.  I had her slowly strip
and lay back on the couch.  She looked sexier than fuck through the
viewfinder and I knew this shit was pure gold.  Too bad nobody but me would
ever get to look at it.  And thank god for encryption.

   "Darlin'..." I said.  "Put your hands down there.  Play with it...  with
yourself."

   She giggled, but did as I requested, putting her finger on her clit and
wiggling it around.  I clicked away, the flash firing, zooming in.  Within
a minute I realized she'd seemed to forget all about the camera as she
seriously fingered herself.  God, I thought, this will be too cool if I can
get pics of her cumming.  She just went on and on, her mouth open, her eyes
closed, gasping occasionally.  I hoped my memory card held out and clicked
away.  At last she gave a sharp gasp and her legs spasmed and her little
face screwed up.  It was beautiful and tender and touching.  And frozen
forever, in digital format.

   "Thank you, darlin'," I said, "that was beautiful." She shyly laughed,
and sat up.  I leaned down and kissed her.

   "You know, you can do that to yourself, when you're home," I said,
wanting her to know how to please herself.  I wanted her to know it was
okay to do it.  Nothing to be ashamed of.

   "Yeah, I guess so," she said.  She looked like a light had gone on in
her head.  I hoped it had.

   We filled her time out with a little pussy licking, and I slapped her
butt and sent her home about six.  She promised to be at the splash pad at
nine o'clock sharp the next day.  I told her I'd look for her.



   --==+==-

   The summer, what was left of it, passed in that leisurely fashion.  She
basically came, and went.  I often picked her up at the splash pad, took
her to lunch, and then home.  When I had my grand-daughter we often fucked
around when the girl took her nap, and many times Lili hid in the little
bathroom in my bedroom when my daughter showed up to pick up the girl.  We
had one memorable close call when my daughter forgot something and came
back to get it.

   At some point during that period we had a long serious talk...  about
fucking.  She was curious, and I finally dug out some hard-core shit from
my encrypted drive and let her see how it was done.  I didn't want to
encourage her, but I didn't want to discourage her, either.  I tried my
best to explain to her why I felt like I couldn't do that to her, and
although I think she was puzzled at first she finally understood.  I hoped
for the best for her and I told her that I hoped she didn't just throw it
away someday in the back seat of a car.  I hoped for better for her.  I
wanted it to be special and something to remember.  I was sad because I
felt like I could do that for her...  but I didn't feel like the time was
right, yet.  I had probed her, a time or two, with my finger, not going too
deeply...  her hymen was intact, and seemed fairly robust...  I just
couldn't see how, at her tender age, she could take my cock.  Of course,
after the hymen tears the pussy can stretch considerably, but I just felt
like I was doing the right thing not popping her cherry.  We talked and
hugged and kissed and I even kissed her little pussy, feeling like I was
kissing it goodbye.

   The beginning of school loomed closer and closer.  I felt a deep
sadness, I had known from the start that it would be hard to continue this
for any length of time.  And so much harder when school started.  I became
positively frenzied, at times, and so did she.  I think she read my mood,
and unconsciously understood.  How could this end well?  I thought. 
Actually, it would end well if I just stayed out of jail.  The girl seemed
to understand that part of it implicitly, and I don't think she ever
exposed anything we did in the slightest.  She had a great career as a spy
or a double agent.  She was good, and sneaky.  Every moment I had with her
now I squeezed her and held her body against mine, straining to imprint her
on me and me on her.  I wanted to remember every second of my time with
her.

   I finally got those pairs of panties, even a nice pair of stinky ones,
although, sadly, the aroma never lasts.  I took lots more pictures of her,
normal ones, not just sexy ones, her at the splash pad, her skating, her
just sitting and watching TV.  We did that, on occasion, her time with me
wasn't just sex sex sex.  We spent quiet time together, and I loved her
company.  I strained my brain trying to figure out ways to just take
possession of her but I couldn't come up with anything.  I wasn't rich
enough to simply buy her mother out, although I almost thought at times
that it could be done if the amount was high enough.  I played the lottery
but never won.

   The week before school started I held her body against mine and cried my
heart out.  She was sympathetic and I think she understood.  She hugged me
and petted me like I was a little baby.  I was a big baby, I admit it.  I
felt like the door was closing.  I still felt the love from her, but I was
feeling a distance now, an unsettling quietness in her, and I knew my time
with her was almost over.  The last day the splash pad was open I picked
her up at nine and we spent the whole day just hunkered down at my place,
holding each other, talking and remembering.  I told her again and again
how much I loved her and how much I hoped for good things for her.  She
took all my advice and even offered some of her own.  I kissed her and
hugged her.  I just wanted to hold her forever.  I could have been happy,
just holding her forever.



   --==+==-

   That was six years ago.  I'm fifty now, older, and I'd like to think
wiser.  Maybe not.  But six years is a long time.  A day doesn't go by that
I don't think of the girl and the things we did.  Okay, the things I did. I
wonder, also, on a daily basis, what she thinks of me now...  what she
remembers.  The cops have never shown up at my door so I guess she kept her
mouth shut, and I appreciate that, although...  I do have some guilt about
the things I did.  She was just a child.  A sexy child, who seemed to know
exactly what she wanted and how to get it...  but she was a just a child.
The sweetest, loveliest child in the world.  For a moment, for a brief
frozen moment in time I held her in my arms and loved her.  Well, I still
love her, even though I haven't seen her in six years.  I practice loving
her like some people practice religion, loving a mysterious magical force
that cannot be seen or sensed but is believed to exist somewhere.  I know
she's out there somewhere, just being lovely, and I love her for it.  I
know I'm a little crazy.  Age just does that.

   Of course I wonder what happened to her.  How could I not?  Things had
seemed to be looking up last time I talked to her, her mom had dumped Mr.
HitsHard and was dating a man that Lili actually even liked.  I hoped for
the best for her.  I had a thought several times of trying to stay in touch
with her for when she got a cell phone and I could communicate a little
more privately with her...  but it just wasn't possible.  Once school
started and the water area of the park closed down it was over.  She
visited a few times, one really memorable Saturday afternoon, but I'd
already felt the separation start.  I had to accept it, that she was
through with me.  Kids don't really taper down.  When they're done with
you, they're done.  It's over.  She didn't seem to regret what we did, or
harbor resentments towards me, the fact that I'd spent the last six years
as a free man showed me that.  She could have slapped me in the pen with my
name and a dozen words, she knew where I lived, and she knew intimate
details about my body that would have had a judge throwing the book at me.
My life was in her hands, wherever those hands ended up.

   The last time she visited me we had sat on my front porch and talked and
she never even took her skates off.  She told me they were moving out of
Section Eight housing, and that her mom was probably getting married.  She
seemed happy and I was happy for her.  I hugged her, she gave me a quick
peck on the cheek and skated away.  That was literally the last time I saw
her.  I looked in vain every day at the splash pad that next summer, but I
never saw her again.  I still have my pictures, of course, and I know I
should feel bad about them and erase every one...  but I want something to
hold on to...  I want to feel that intimacy again with her.  I loved the
child deeply.  I know that doesn't justify the things I did, but I offer
that as a meager excuse.  I loved her more than life.  Whatever the price I
have to pay, to god or man, I'll pay it.  She was worth it.  Simply?  I
loved her.

   I still take my grand-daughter to the splash pad.  It's old and worn
now, the city hasn't maintained it properly, but the kids still have a good
time.  She's getting a little old for something as simple as the splash pad
and so we also go to the big pool occasionally.  My grand-daughter still
loves the splash pad though and often when I watch her in the summer we
grab some lunch and head over there for several hours.  She's almost nine
now, growing like a weed...  and, although...  she's right at the start of
what I used to consider my "target age"...  I've carefully avoided that
trap.  I love her dearly...  as much as I ever loved Lilibeth, just at a
ninety degree angle.  I have not and will not touch my grand-daughter in
anything other than grandfatherly love.  Laugh, if you must, at the concept
of a righteous pedophile.  I suppose I have grown up some, over the years.

   At the park I'll sit and my mind will wander.  I'll think inevitably of
Lili and the times we sat at these very tables.  I remember her with joy,
she was the brightest star in my life, and she gave me a wonderful gift...
the gift of herself.  I cannot explain the distilled essence of emotions
that I feel for her after six years, but love is still the strongest.  In
spite of the thief of time and the softening of memories, I still love her
as much as I ever did.  Like I said, it's impossible to come to the water
park and not think of her.  That's what we do almost every day now.  The
happinesses and warm fuzzies of my life are now few and far between.  She,
the memories of her, are some of the few remaining ones left to me.

   One hot day as summer slowly died we went to the park.  I knew it would
close in a week or so, so I was trying to burn the girl out on it.  She
disappeared in the middle of a gaggle of other pre-teens, and I sat,
drinking my sweet tea, enjoying the hot sun on my face.

   The afternoon passed and at some point I heard some voices and looked
over my shoulder.  A group of older teenaged girls, maybe sixteen or
seventeen, had walked across the field beside the splash pad and were
approaching the picnic tables.  I looked back at the kids in the water,
trying to locate my grand-daughter, an old habit that was hard to break.

   "Hey!" somebody said loudly behind me, and I turned.  Two of the teens
stood directly behind me, staring at me, one looking nervous, and the other
looking intense and almost angry.  Shit, I thought, what did I do now?  I
knew which direction they'd come from, and it wasn't where we'd come from.
I wondered if they'd confused me with someone else.

   The taller of the two walked around the table, and stood right in front
of me.  I looked up at her, cowed by her intense barely-in-control stance.
She stood, her hands cupped and dangling beside her hips.  Her face was
hidden in shadow, silhouetted by the blinding sun behind her.  A magical
aura of windblown hair floated around her head.  I knew she was gorgeous,
I'd seen her for a fraction of a second when she was behind me, and I could
just tell from the confident way she had carried herself.  I wondered just
who the hell she was and who the hell she thought I was.

   "Now!" she barked, and my mind blanked.  That didn't make any sense. 
Now?  Now what?

   She waited a few seconds, leaned down, and finally she was just a foot
from my face.  I'm sure I looked a little scared by then.  She was
intimidating.  I wondered about the condition of her mental health.  I was
aware of some of the mothers at other tables watching the scene, curious. I
was a little curious too.  But...  I was beginning to see a vauge
resemblance, in spite of the back-lighting...  understanding began to dawn,
at that moment.

   She leaned a few inches closer, and placed her hands on my upper legs.
She was so close I could smell her sweet breath in my nostrils.  I could
see her plainly now.  The touch of her hands on my legs was hot through my
jeans.  Her eyes bored into mine and she growled, "Fuckin' now, you
preverted old fart.  Fuckin' kiss me, now!"

   I closed my eyes as tears began streaming beneath the lids.  My whole
body shook.  I placed my lips in the kissing position, leaned forward and
felt a brief contact, just a few seconds, as she pressed her lips to mine.
It was the single most wonderful, fulfilling kiss of my entire life.  It
was closure, I realized, to an incredible chapter of my life.  I had needed
it, all these years.  I slumped, my mind in turmoil.

   I opened my eyes, but all I could see was a blur, because of the tears.
She still stood right in front of me but I couldn't see her face.  I
finally felt her sit beside me on the rough concrete bench.

   "Shit," she whispered in my ear, "I didn't mean for you to cry a river."

   "Lilibeth, baby," I stammered.  My mouth didn't work very well.  I
couldn't get words out fast enough.  "How you been, darlin'?  How's it been
going?"

   We talked for maybe twenty minutes as her friend hovered impatiently in
the background.  At one point my grand-daughter showed up, puzzled.  I
started to introduce the two but I knew that she wouldn't remember Lili,
she hadn't even been three that summer.  I got my eyes dried, and looked at
her.  I could easily see the Lilibeth in her, now that she was out of the
sun and now that I knew who she was.  She had turned out wonderfully.  She
was beautiful beyond my ability to describe.  She had fabulous heavy-lidded
dreamy sleepy eyes and the fattest naturally-red lips I've ever seen.  She
was, and I know I've said it before, incredible.

   She told me where she lived now, on the far side of town, and that she
would be a senior next school year.  Her mom was still married to Mr. 
Right, which pleased me.  The girl needed some stability.

   "Are you happy, darlin'?" I whispered, and she looked at the ground, her
face serious for a moment.  She looked back up to me.

   "Yeah," she said, like it was a surprise to her.  "Yeah, I think I am."

   "I think of you, every day," I said and the tears started again.

   "I think of you a lot, too," she said softly.

   "I loved you, Lili..." I said.  "I've loved you every day since then.  I
will always love you."

   "I know," she said, "I've always felt it.  Thank you.  Thank you for
everything."

   "No, darlin'...  thank you..." I said, and hugged her, hoping she
wouldn't flinch.  She didn't, and we sat there for a moment, rocking and
squeezing each other.  When I released her, she slowly stood.

   "Look," she said, "I gotta go.  You still live over on...?" she motioned
over her shoulder.

   "Yeah," I said, "Yeah, I do."

   "I'll stop by an' see you sometime," she said.  "I get the car every
other day.  I'll stop by."

   "Please," I said.  I knew nothing would come of it, other than a
friendly visit.  Just two old friends, seeing each other.  I hungered for
that, for just a few simple minutes of her company.

   She leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.  "See you later,
old fart," she said and I watched her walk away, laughing and talking to
the other girl.  About that time my grand-daughter returned.

   "Pop-pop," she said, "who was that girl?"

   "Just a friend," I said.  "It's a long story.  Are you about ready to
go, darlin'?"



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