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 Subject: Uncle Micky - Tilly's Promise

   Story Codes: Mf, Mf, mf, oral, Attempted Rape

   Summary: Tilly attempts to keep her promise to Mr.  Swan so she can
protect her family from threatened harm.

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   Tilly's Promise
By: Uncle Micky (UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com)
Eleven year-old Matilda (Tilly) Batista had a problem.  A few weeks
prior, she had been abducted, taken to an isolated beach house and sexually

assaulted by a rather nefarious character.

   He threatened to harm her family if she told anybody about what had
happened and made her promise to engage in oral sex with different men of
her choosing.  Tilly had a problem.  She was a very good girl, and would
never go back on a promise!

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   A few months ago I really got into a lot of trouble!  I got blamed for
skipping a day at school.  even though I wasn't skipping!  The problem was
I couldn't tell anyone the truth so I did what Mr.  Swan told me to do.  I
told my mom and dad that I simply didn't want to go to school that day and
just walked the other way.  I told them I kept walking until I got to the
beach bridge.  I then turned back and walked through the shops in the
tourist part of town, ate my lunch in the park, then walked home.

   I don't think they believed me, but they didn't argue.  No one at school
suspected anything.  They had me down for an absence.  My parents wrote me
a note and it became an excused absence.  You see, the school did call
home, but both mom and dad were at work.  I got home before my mom and when
she checked the answering machine, she found out I didn't go to school!  I
was dumb not to listen and erase it!  Anyway, they believed me, but I felt
terrible about lying.  I had to lie though; Mr.  Swan made me secret
promise to never tell.

   I call him Mr.  Swan because he never told me his real name.  Mr. 
Fletcher at school teaches history, which is real boring.  I can barely
keep my eyes open!  I know I have to always try my best so I really try to
stay awake and listen.  My mind wanders though, I daydream about all sorts
of things during his class.  He really is a very nice man.  He can be funny
and sometimes he'll tell us some things that happened in history we're not
supposed to know about.  I think that maybe I like half of his class,
because I only really listen about half the time.  I always get an A from
him even though my grades are usually Cs and a few Bs.

   About a month ago, Mr.  Fletcher was telling us about the Greek, or
maybe it was the Roman, I don't know ...  he was telling us about
somebody's gods.  This one very powerful god fell in love with a Princess
who was the most beautiful woman in the world.  I love stories about
Princesses!  My dad says I'm his Princess, but he's not a king, so ... 
anyway, I wish I were a Princess.  I've been a Princess almost every
Halloween, except for the last one.  I went as a witch!  All the dads in
the neighborhood gave me extra candy!

   So ...  anyway, this god wanted to ...  make love to the Princess but
she didn't like him or something.  He turned himself into a beautiful swan
and then, I still don't understand this, he tricked her into making love to
him!  Why would anyone do that with a bird!  Mr.  Fletcher says it didn't
really happen and it was just a story about people pretending to be someone
or something they aren't.  Anyway, I mean ...  just gross!

   I decided that the man who took me the other day was pretending to be
something he wasn't, just like the god being a swan.  The man did things to
me and made me do things I never imagined!  I don't think the man was real
at all.  I do know my kitty hurt real bad for days afterward and I had the
funniest taste in my mouth!  I brushed and brushed my teeth, I used
mouthwash but nothing made it go completely away.

   I have a big problem now.  I promised Mr.  Swan that I would do things
with boys and men, things like we did that day.  He didn't say I had to let
them put their things in my kitty, just to use my mouth to get them to
shoot their stuff.  I had to think about that a bit.  I figured I could do
that, it wasn't too gross when Mr.  Swan had me do it to him.  Just a
secret, it actually tasted kind of good!

   Mr.  Swan said I should pick a boy at school, a teacher, and maybe a
neighbor.  The boy was easy.  Mr.  Swan suggested a fat kid, and I knew a
fat kid!  He was actually a very nice boy and was a good writer also.  He
was always writing stories and sharing them with us.  I really liked the
ones he wrote about animals who talked and went on adventures!  His name
was Robert, Robert Hansen.  He wasn't really fat, at least not like Joey
Romero!  Joey has a tough time getting in and out of his desk; it is really
kind of sad.  Robert, he wants to be called Robert, was kind of like he ate
too many cupcakes or something.

   As far as a teacher, that was simple!  I was going to try my hardest to
get Mr.  Fletcher to let me suck his thing.  I knew he liked me; he had me
sit up front, right near his desk.  I would catch him looking at me
sometimes, but that was OK, it was only fair, I liked looking at him too.

   I still needed to decide on a neighbor.  I'm pretty sure Mr.  Swan
wanted me to pick out a dad or someone even older.  The man who lived
behind us seemed nice, his name is Mr.  Gordon.  I never saw his wife so I
don't even know if he was married.  Sometimes he and my dad would talk over
the back fence.  He always said hi to me when I was playing in the backyard
and was kind enough to watch me to make sure I didn't get hurt.  There were
a few times when he would babysit me when my parents couldn't find a
regular babysitter.  He really didn't talk too much and it's not polite to
pry.  Mr.  Gordon is older than my dad.  Most of the hair was gone from the
top of his head.  My dad said he had a baloney ring!

   My other choice was Mr.  Johnson.  He was hot!  He has a beautiful wife
and three little kids.  He drives a fancy sports car.  I don't think he
would want a little girl like me to suck his thing but I think I would like
to suck it!  I said hi to him a couple of times and he just smiled and
waved.  I don't think he was at all interested.  He has a beautiful wife
anyway.

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   Norman Gordon was a simple man.  He had a nice little house that he
loved, lived in a normal neighborhood that was very comfortable, and had
saved enough money to last well beyond his years for retirement.

   Norman's wife, Margaret, had passed away twelve years prior.  They had
just moved into the little house and were very happy.  When she died, many
people told Norman he should move, get away from the sad memories.  He
didn't understand this; all his memories of his Maggie were good memories.
People die every day and there was no sense in getting all upset about it.
Would it do any good?  He loved the house that she loved.  He always felt
right at home and in her embrace when he was there.  He knew he would die
someday as well, and then maybe they would be back together.

   He and Maggie used to talk about death and what happened afterwards. 
She sort of held that their souls would return in other bodies and that,
one way or another, they would connect again in different lives ...  maybe
as man and woman, but maybe not.  Maybe they would be animals, or one would
be the other's pet or something.  Norman understood her thinking but just
didn't think she was right.  They both loved the many long discussions they
had on that topic, or any topic.

   After Maggie had died, Norman kept his eye open to see if he could meet
her soul somewhere.

   He enjoyed his neighborhood and his neighbors.  The people who lived
behind him were very nice.  They had moved in eight years prior with their
pretty little girl.  The Batista's were very friendly and helpful.  They
made you want to help them.  In a pinch, they knew he could be counted on
to look after little Tilly if no one else was available.  He watched her
grow into a pretty girl.

   Norman was in his backyard one beautiful Saturday afternoon working in
his garden, when out of the blue, Tilly called hello to him over the fence.


   "Mr.  Gordon!  Hi Mr Gordon!"

   "Well, hello there ...  Milly?"

   She smiled a beautiful smile and giggled, "No Mr.  Gordon!  You know my
name is Tilly!"

   "Oh yes, that's right, hello there Jilly!"

   She was laughing, "Mister Gordon!"

   Smiling, he stopped working on the side shrubs and walked over to the
fence.  `Good God!  She was prettier than ever!'

   "Forgive me Miss Batista, how do you do today ...  Tilly?"

   With a slight curtsy, she replied, "I do quite well Mr.  Gordon, how are
you?"

   Norman reached the white picket fence that separated the two backyards,
leaned a hand down and said, "I feel pretty good today Tilly.  The sun is
perfect, the breeze is just right.  All-in-all it's a perfect day!  And, if
you will allow, it has become an even prettier day with you around."

   Tilly was genuinely touched, "Oh, Mr.  Gordon, you are much too nice!"

   Tilly stood straight, with her hands behind her back, and continued,
"Let me say that you are looking very handsome yourself today."

   "Young lady, flattery will get you everywhere!"

   She started to tell him something but he lost track of her words as he
gazed at her pretty face and full lips.  Her light brown hair had grown
longer than he remembered.  It shifted in the breeze along her shoulders.
She wore a blue print, tube top-type sun dress with a high waist.  The
elastic cinches in the top accentuated the two budding breasts on her
chest. Her skin had a very light tan, almost amber color.  Her voice was
airy.  She was a perfect girl!

   `Oh shit!  Her voice!  What was she saying?'

   "...  after I helped him pick up all the papers he said that if I had
the grades, I could be a classroom assistant next year and be assigned to
his class one period of the day.  I don't like history all that much; but,
he's a fun teacher and maybe I'll do it.  What do you think?"

   `Oh thank God!  I think I can answer this.'

   "Will the class period be when there are other kids in the class?"

   "I don't know." Tilly thought this was an interesting point though.  If
she was an assistant for Mr.  Fletcher, wouldn't it be better if it was
when no one was around?

   "Maybe you should check on that first.  It might not be appropriate."

   "Is it appropriate that I talk with you when no one is around?"

   "Of course it is Tilly, Why, you could come over for lemonade all by
yourself and it would be perfectly appropriate.  How many times have I
looked after you for your folks while they went out?  With us it's
different.  We all know each other."

   Tilly wondered if he was right about Mr.  Fletcher, maybe the school
wouldn't allow them to be alone.  That didn't matter right now; she had
something else on her mind.

   "So, I could come over ...  all by myself ...  have lemonade with you
... with no one around ...  and it would be OK?"

   "I think maybe you would tell your parents where you are first, but
otherwise; yes, I think it would be OK"

   "Would it be OK if I didn't tell my parents?"

   Norman gave this a little thought.  Yep!  He had his answer.

   "I think that for now, today at least, you need to ask.  But, at some
time you could ask permission not have to ask permission every time you
want to come over."

   "But what if they want me and they don't know where I am?"

   "Then I think you would want to let them know where you are, which is
reasonable, instead of asking to go somewhere."

   "OK!  Be right back!"

   Tilly skipped into the kitchen where her mother was cleaning up the
dishes and announced, "Mom, I'm going to be over at Mr.  Gordon's house
having some lemonade."

   "That's fine Tilly.  Your dad and I might go down to the big box store
for a while.  Can you get your lunch yourself?  We won't be too long."

   Tilly was amazed, she didn't ask, she told her mom what she was going to
do and she didn't say anything about it!

   "Sure mom, I can make a sandwich.  Maybe Mr.  Gordon would like to have
lunch too."

   "Tilly, don't you bother Mr.  Gordon.  If he offers you lunch, be a lady
and politely turn it down.  If he asks one more time, then you may accept
it, if you want.  Always politely turn something down the first time. 
Understand?"

   `Boy, adults have a lot of rules!' she thought.

   "Yes mom, I understand.  I think being polite is one of the most
important things a person can be."

   Mrs.  Battista wiped her hands on her apron and turned to her daughter,
bending over to give her a big hug.

   "Yes Tilly, it is.  I am so proud of you!"

   Tilly skipped out to the backyard.  She stopped short of the fence and
smiled at Mr.  Gordon.

   "You were right!  I kind of told mom that I was going to have some
lemonade with you and she didn't give it a second thought at all!"

   Tilly loved the look on Mr.  Gordon's face.  She hadn't seen him look so
happy in a long time!  Maybe, just maybe, she thought, she could make him
happier!

   "Mr.  Gordon, when are we going to have our lemonade?"

   "Let me get cleaned up Tilly, I believe I should be ready to entertain a
beautiful visitor in about fifteen minutes."

   "Mr.  Gordon!" Tilly giggled, "I don't have a watch.  I'll be on the
swing, you just rap on your window and I'll come over right away."

   "See you in a few minutes!"

   Norman Gordon was almost nauseous with excitement.  It was just some
lemonade; but, this could be the basis of something big!  Something really
BIG!  Without thinking he went to the back window; the same back window
where he had relieved himself so many times watching the delectable little
Tilly play in her backyard.  He peered out the window.  Yes!  She was on
the swing, on the swing and wearing a dress!

   He loved it when she played in a dress.  He always got a nice show of
pretty little girl panties.  Almost nothing got him more worked up.  His
hand was on his crotch and he was getting harder.  She was on the swing and
slowly swinging back and forth.  The swing set was to his right and
perpendicular to the property line.  When she was on it, he had a perfect
view of her legs when she was going forward.  Today there was a breeze and
it teasingly lifted her dress; but, not enough for a peek.

   He came to his senses and quickly went to his own room.  He ducked in
the bathroom, stripped and took a quick shower.  He put on some fresh
shorts and collared shirt.  If nothing else, he felt a lot cleaner!  Norman
got the lemonade concentrate from the freezer and spent the next ten
minutes mixing it with water in the lemonade jug.

   He didn't understand why he was feeling the way he was.  Tilly had been
over before; he had babysat her numerous times.  Somehow, this all felt
very different.  He decided it was the way she flirted with him earlier. 
She was flirting after all.  He had flirted and she responded!  That was a
first, that's what was different.

   Satisfied with the lemonade he put it in the fridge and returned to the
back window.

   She wasn't on the swing!  His heart sank.  Then, like a dream, she
appeared from behind a hibiscus bush, smiling at him in the window.  He
rapped on the window and she quickly hitched herself over the fence. 
That's when he caught a glimpse of her pretty pink panties.

   Quietly he moaned, "Oooh my good lord!"

  
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   I've seen Mr.  Gordon watching me from his windows for many years.  It's
like having my own special guardian angel!  I told my mom one time and she
scolded me for spying on Mr.  Gordon.  I don't think she understood; but, I
didn't want to get in any more trouble so I never mentioned it again.

   Sometimes, when the hibiscus is blooming, I hide behind it and see him
looking for me.  I think it's sweet that he cares for me that much.  I
think he must also be very lonely.  He has no one to talk to or play with.
I think he doesn't get enough talking practice because he doesn't talk too
much, after a bit he goes inside and watches me out his window.  I think
he's the sweetest old man I know!

   I wonder ...  Mr.  Swan said that boys and men will play with their
thing ...  jerk off ...  after looking at a pretty girl.  Does Mr.  Gordon
think I'm pretty?  Does he do that?  If he does, that's OK with me; if it
makes him feel better I'm glad I can help!

   `I'll have some lemonade with him and then talk to him about my promise
to Mr.  Swan.  He'll probably be upset at first; but, then he'll be happy.
First, I have to make him promise not to tell on me.  I can't get in any
more trouble!'

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   Norman Gordon welcomed pretty Tilly into his house almost as soon as she
rapped on the side door.

   "Oh Tilly, come on in!  The lemonade and some cookies are on the kitchen
table."

   Tilly smiled her nicest smile at Mr.  Gordon as she walked past him and
into the kitchen.

   "Mr.  Norman, these look scrunchious!  May I?"

   "By all means Tilly, that's why I put them out, for us to enjoy; how
`bout that lemonade?"

   Tilly slid onto the chair at the table and nodded at Mr.  Gordon while
he picked up the jug and poured two glasses.

   He settled into his chair and also took a cookie.  Quietly they finished
their cookies and both took a drink of lemonade.

   "Thank you for the cookie Mr.  Gordon; and the lemonade is very good!"

   "I'm glad you're enjoying it Tilly.  So, tell me, what is going on in
your world?"

   "Mr.  Gordon, I have a big secret and I can't tell anyone, but I want to
tell someone, and I think I want to tell you.  If I do, will you super
promise never to tell anyone?"

   "Tilly, I don't know if I can make that promise until I hear the
secret."

   "Then I can't tell you, and I really want to tell you.  You have to
promise, no matter what."

   Norman Gordon looked at his young neighbor.  Goddamn!  She is so fucking
pretty!  He really wanted to have a secret with her.  Maybe if he agreed to
this, she would agree to keep other secrets!  He would have to play this
very carefully, maybe it would work.

   "OK Tilly, yes, I promise not to tell a soul."

   Tilly lifted her hand and reached over to Mr.  Gordon, "Do you pinky
promise?"

   Norman wrapped his pinky around hers and said, "I swear, pinky promise,
to never tell."

   Tilly adjusted her butt on the seat and smiled at Norman, "Good!  You
can never tell!"

   Norman adjusted his chair so he was closer to Tilly, sitting sideways to
the table.  "I promise, so, what is this earth shattering thing you have to
tell me?"

   Tilly leaned towards him, adjusting her chair so she was facing him. 
Norman couldn't help but look at the way her budding breasts pushed out the
top of her dress and then down to her lap, where her dress was about
mid-thigh high, displaying her soft legs.  He shook his head and looked her
in the face.  She was smiling at him.  She glanced down, shifted a bit,
spreading her legs ever so slightly.  She smiled and leaned forward.

   "Do you remember when I got in trouble for skipping school a few weeks
ago?"

   "Yes Tilly, your parents were worried, but glad you told them the
truth."

   "Well.  I didn't tell them the truth.  I'm going to tell you the truth;
and that is why I had to make you swear.  Do you still swear?"

   "Yes I do, with all my heart; here, cross my heart!"

   Tilly giggled when Mr.  Gordon crossed his chest with his finger.

   "When I came out that morning to go to my bus stop, a man kidnapped me.
He put me in his car and took me to a place; I think it was on the beach.
Anyway, he made me do all sorts of things."

   "Tilly!  We need to call the police!  Why didn't you tell your parents!
We need to get you to a hospital!  Tilly!"

   Tilly sat quietly until Mr.  Gordon settled down.

   "Mr.  Gordon, it's too late for that.  I'm OK, the man said if I told,
he would come back and hurt my family real bad.  We can't tell anyone!"

   "What do you mean you're OK?"

   "Well, it wasn't all that bad.  He had me do things, things I've thought
about doing, but just haven't.  He also made some videos and said if I told
anyone he would put them on the internet for everyone to see.  I don't want
that to happen either!"

   "Can you identify him?  Did you get a good look at him?"

   "Not his face.  I had a blindfold on and when he took it off, he wore a
mask.  I never saw his face."

   "Do you want to talk about what happened?  Do you have any questions or
bad feelings?  How have you been sleeping?"

   "I have been fine, Mr.  Gordon.  I have had a couple of dreams, but they
haven't been bad or anything.  As a matter ..." Tilly went on to explain
why she named the man Mr.  Swan.  Norman knew that was a coping mechanism,
and a pretty good one at that.

   "Tilly, I won't tell.  I'll be here for you though.  If you need any
help or just to talk, I'll be here for you."

   Tilly sat back a little and eyed Mr.  Gordon.

   "There is one thing I need your help with.  Mr.  Swan told me he would
come back and hurt me if I didn't do something."

   "What, what do you have to do?"

   "I have to make someone feel good, real good.  So ...  I picked you."

   "Good?  Feel good?  What do you mean?  Go back, explain this."

   Tilly sighed.

   "Mr.  Swan said I have to promise to make someone feel good, you know,
use my mouth on your ...  your thing, to make you feel good.  If I don't,
he said he would come back and take me away and send me to South America as
a slave."

   Norman Gordon began to calculate what was happening.  There were plusses
and minuses, good things and bad things, doing what's right, and doing
what's wrong.  And then, there was Tilly.  His little dream girl, sitting
in front of him asking him if she could suck his dick as a favor to her! 
No way the asshole who took her would ever know if she lived up to her
promise; but, she thought he had magic powers or something.  She really
believed he would know if she broke her promise.  Well, a promise is a
promise!

   "Tilly, I'm not too sure, you're asking quite a lot here.  I could
really get in trouble.  First, I should call the police; second, I should
tell your parents; and third, I could get into big trouble if I let you do
something like that to me.  I could go to jail for the rest of my life!"

   "Please Mr.  Gordon!  Please don't tell!  I only told you my secret
because I picked you to help me keep the secret, and keep my promise!  If I
don't tell, and you don't tell, who will ever know?"

   "Maybe someone will see you coming over here."

   "But Mr.  Gordon, I come over here a lot.  It's no big deal"

   "Your parents?"

   "They trust us."

   "We'll be breaking their trust."

   "No we won't!  They have never said for us not to do things!  They only
tell me to do as I'm told and be polite.  Like if you offered me a
sandwich. I'm to say `no thank you,' and if you offer again, then I can
accept.  We aren't breaking any rules.  You have to help me ... 
Pleeeeeease!"

   Norman rubbed his chin with his right hand and looked at Tilly.  He had
never heard of such a thing before.

   "Tilly, a promise is a promise and a secret is a secret.  I'll keep your
secret and help you fulfill your promise."

   Tilly squealed in delight and jumped into Mr.  Gordon's arms.  She
wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him with all her might.  Tilly
didn't let go and slowly Mr.  Gordon wrapped his arms around her back and
held her tight.  Tilly snuggled in a bit and Mr.  Gordon slid his right
hand down a bit.  Tilly loosened her grip and leaned back to look him in
the face.  Mr.  Gordon ran his hand over her ass and cupped that delightful
package in his hand.  Tilly sat down on his hand and smiled wider at Mr. 
Gordon.

   Norman Gordon was having the best day of his life!

   "So, pretty girl, when do we start?"

   "Mr.  Gordon, I think we should start right away!"

   "What do you think Tilly, here, the living room, the bedroom?"

   "Let's go to the living room!"

   Together, hand-in-hand, they walked into the living room.  Tilly spotted
the large wing chair and said, "Oh Mr.  Gordon, you sit in the wing chair,
which will be comfortable, don't you think?"

   Norman walked to the chair and turned to face Tilly.  Tilly stopped a
couple of feet away and watched as Mr.  Gordon pulled off his shoes,
unbuckled his belt and kicked his pants off.  He was down to his boxers
when he reached his hands out to Tilly.  She placed her hands in his and
stepped forward.

   "Tilly, pull my underwear down."

   Norman was almost fully erect at this time.  Tilly pulled and tugged;
eventually she reached inside and pulled his dick upwards while tugging the
underwear down.

   The touch of her hand almost made Norman cum.  This wasn't going to be
easy.  He was almost ready to unload right then!  He pulled his boxers all
the way down and sat in the chair with his legs spread.

   Tilly still had her hand on his dick as he sat.  She dropped to her
knees and nestled up between his legs.  She started to stroke his dick and
encountered his precum dribbling down his shaft.

   "You're all slippery!  That's cool!  How am I doing?"

   "Wonderful, Tilly, don't stop, keep going!  Aaaaaaaaaah"

   Tilly had never seen Mr.  Gordon look so happy!  His thing wasn't as big
as Mr.  Swan's, but it was still longer than her hand and she could just
barely get her fingers around it.  It felt nice in her hand.  The slippery
stuff wasn't too much, just enough to make her hand glide over his skin.

   Even though Mr.  Gordon was happy, Tilly knew she had promised to suck
his thing, not just use her hand on it.  She pulled it down a bit and
lifted herself up enough to get her mouth positioned at the top of Mr. 
Gordon's dick.  She was a little nervous as the purplish mushroom head of
his dick seemed to look her in the eye.  She glanced up and Mr.  Gordon,
smiling, was looking down at her.

   She about to ask him if it was OK for her to put it in her mouth, when
he said, "Go ahead Tilly, suck on it ...  you won't be long, I'm about to
cum."

   Tilly tried to remember everything Mr.  Swan had her do as she kissed
and then sucked in the head of Norman's dick.  She used her tongue to
tickle the bottom of his thing as she sucked more in.  She had to rise up
more in order to take in more.  Mr.  Gordon slid down in the chair and made
it easier for her.  She thought she had enough in her mouth and started to
pump her head up and down on his dick, sucking it all the time.

   Tilly could hear Mr.  Gordon moaning and saying her name.  His hips were
moving and she thought he was going to stand up a couple of time.  She felt
his hand on her head and then he said, "Tilly!  I'm going to cum!  I'm
going to cum!"

   Tilly wasn't sure what all the yelling about coming was, but she knew he
was going to squirt his stuff.  Mr.  Swan said she had to swallow
everything, even if it hit her in the face.  She didn't like getting that
stuff in her face, or hair, or on her clothes.  She kept him tightly in her
mouth as he started to shake.  He seemed to get bigger in her mouth when
suddenly he jerked and she felt the warm creamy stuff in her mouth.  She
swallowed.  More shot into her mouth, she swallowed, Mr.  Gordon sounded
like he was hurt!  She looked up and he seemed to be in pain, she swallowed
again.

   "Oh Tilly, don't stop!"

   `I guess he's doing OK ...'

   She kept sucking him until he was all done and he pulled himself out of
her mouth.

   Mr.  Gordon's stuff tasted pretty good.  Not as good as Mr.  Swan's, but
pretty good.  She wouldn't mind doing this again ...  and again.  Mr. 
Gordon was relaxed now and he was softly petting Tilly's head.

   "You wonderful, wonderful girl; you are a gift, sent from heaven for an
old man.  I'll always keep your secret and will always help you, no matter
what."

   Tilly climbed up on his lap and put her arms around Mr.  Gordon's neck.

   "Did I do good?"

   "You were perfect; but, there is always room for practice, right?"

   "Oh yes Mr.  Gordon!  I'll need to practice a lot!"

   Norman offered Tilly some lunch and she politely said no.  He offered
again, and she accepted.  They enjoyed a nice chicken sandwich with some
chips, cold lemonade, and nice conversation.

   Tilly told Mr.  Gordon she would stop by the next day and see if she
could do a better job.

   That night at dinner, Tilly's mom asked her about her afternoon.

   "Mom, Mr.  Gordon is so nice.  I did as you said and turned down his
lunch offer and then he asked again, so I accepted.  We had a wonderful
chicken sandwich and just talked and talked."

   "About what?"

   "School, my friends, you and dad; and, also a little about his wife.  I
didn't know that she had died before I was even born."

   "He usually doesn't talk about her, but he loved her a whole lot.  He
must consider you very special if he opened up to you.  You make sure you
don't disappoint him; and, don't pester the nice man, you understand?"

   Tilly smiled and said, "Mom, I promise to try my best to never
disappoint or bother him."

   That night in bed, Tilly took stock of where she stood in regard to her
promise.  Maybe only making one person happy would be enough, but Mr.  Swan
made it sound like she had to make three people happy: a fat kid, a
teacher, and a neighbor.  One down, two to go!  On Monday she and Robert
Hansen had science lab together.

   Mondays and Wednesdays they had science lab.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays
they had PE.  On every other Friday they had science class and the other
they had health class.  Robert was in all but the health class with her. 
Those classes were either boys or girls only.  They called it health, but
it was really sex education.  Sometimes Tilly thought it would be better
with the boys there, and other times, it was better that they weren't.

   The next day, Sunday, Tilly was able to drop by Mr.  Gordon's house in
the afternoon.  This time Mr.  Gordon lasted a whole lot longer. 
Unbeknownst to Tilly, he had jerked off a half hour before she arrived.  He
told her she was really getting better.  After she left, Norman put a
reminder note on the fridge to make a doctor's appointment.  He wanted some
blue pills!

   Monday morning rolled around and Tilly left the house for school.  She
always stopped and looked closely in the bushes before walking by.  She
asked her father about trimming them and he thought it was a good idea. 
She wished he would get around to doing it!

   Tilly had a very busy day.  She decided that she would try and get to
know Robert a little better that week.  She had two classes in a row with
him and made sure she ended up walking next to him on their way to class.
Slowly he seemed to warm up to her and became somewhat less nervous as the
week passed.

   Tilly's main girls, Alexandria, Bethany, and Catherine, teased her at
lunch.  They wanted to know if she had a crush on Robert.  Tilly simply
said that she liked Robert's stories and he seemed like a nice boy.

   On Wednesday, news flew around school that Brian Flynn and Robert had a
confrontation right after first period.  Brian was a very good athlete,
very cute, and somewhat a bully.  Tilly heard that Brian had pushed Robert
against a locker and called him a fat Twinkie.  Apparently Robert did
nothing.

   Later that day, on the way to fourth period with Robert, she said, "I
don't think you should let Brian push you around.  You need to stand up to
a bully to make him stop."

   Sullenly, Robert replied, "Sure Tilly, I'll just punch him out.  Anyway,
I'll get suspended."

   "Robert, you're smart enough to get back at him without getting in
trouble."

   The next day in gym, the boys were playing basketball.  Robert switched
with a teammate and covered Brian on defense.  When he had the chance, he
hooked Brian and ran in him into the wall, hard.  Brian fell to the ground
with a scream.

   Before anyone could get to them, Robert quietly and firmly told Brian,
"You call me a fat Twinkie or anything again, I'm really gonna hurt you! 
If you want to get up and fight, or meet me after school, I'm ready."

   Brian cowered and cried a "No." A half circle of boys was now gathered
and they heard the last things Robert and Brian said.  One of the boys
said, "Fucking pussy!"

   Another chimed in with, "Brian's a pussy!"

   Robert turned, real anger in his face, and yelled, "No more names! 
Everyone stop being dicks!  No more name calling!"

   That day at lunch, all Alexandria, Bethany, and Catherine could talk
about was how cool and tough Robert was.  Catherine told Tilly she had a
cool boyfriend.  Tilly corrected her about the boyfriend thing, but didn't
deny that Robert was cool.

   Friday passed and, on the way home from school Tilly decided that Robert
would be the one!

   On Monday, her first three classes flew by!  She met with Alexandria,
Bethany, and Catherine in the hallway and plans were made for lunch.  As
she walked to science class she managed to get next to Robert.

   "Hi Robert!"

   "Oh!  hi Tilly!"

   Robert was very happy that Tilly was walking with him.

   Tilly could see that something about Robert had changed.  Tilly decided
not to talk about the thing with Brian.

   "Have you written any stories lately?  I do so love your stories! 
Especially the ones with the animals!"

   "I've had a lot of homework.  What's your favorite animal Tilly?"

   Tilly lowered her head like she had to think, she casually bumped into
Robert.  "My favorite animals are manatees.  Can you write a story with
manatees?"

   Robert almost died when Tilly bumped into him.  "I can now.  Would you
like one?"

   Tilly stopped, turned to face Robert and placed a hand on his arm, "Oh
yes, Robert!  I would love to have one of your stories and with a manatee
too!  Are you going to write it special, just for me?"

   Robert was caught speechless.  He was lost between the hand on his arm,
the pretty girl looking at him, the words she was saying, and the amazing
way she smelled up close!  Her lips looked wet and lilac!  Robert wasn't
sure which way was up.

   "Robert!  Are you OK?  Robert?"

   "Yeah ...  yeah, I'm fine.  I'm good!  Sure Tilly, I'd love to write a
story just for you.  I could do it during lunch."

   Tilly slid the hand that was on his arm, around his arm, and hooked her
arm on his.  She turned and the two of them continued walking, arm-in-arm.
Robert was pretty sure he had died and gone to heaven.

   "Robert, will you be my lab partner, not just today, but the rest of the
year?"

   Now Robert was scared.  He was certain he had died.  If he wasn't dead,
he was home in bed and he would soon squirt all over his sheets.  Shit, his
mom would give him hell again about that!  She had actually told him to
jerk off in the bathroom before going to bed!  He yelled at her that he had
already tried that and it didn't make a difference!  She gave him a dumb
looking smile and walked away.  Robert really wished someone could explain
life to him.

   Regardless, he felt dizzy, the prettiest girl on earth, now that she was
on his arm, she was the prettiest girl on earth, was asking to be his lab
partner!

   "Sure Tilly, I'll tell Joe to work with ...  with ..."

   "Sarah, he can work with Sarah."

   Robert smiled, Sarah was a tall, gangling, girl.  She had one of those
back braces and head cup things; she kind of looked like a goose or
something.  Joe could work with her!  Joe wasn't too happy about that news;
but, the guy code required him to agree, Robert had a babe on his arm.  It
didn't take long for everyone in the lab to notice.

   Some comments were made and Tilly simply said, "I'll work with whoever I
wish.  Right, Robert?"

   As usual, Robert replied, "Sure Tilly!"

   Tilly decided she would have to talk to him about saying that too much.

   After science class, Tilly lingered a while and Robert waited for her.
They both had lunch next period.

   "Robert, that was a very good science class."

   "Sure was Tilly!"

   "Robert, stop saying sure to everything I say."

   "Su ...  OK ...  Tilly"

   Tilly giggled over that.

   "Robert, let me explain why I asked to work with you.  I think you're an
OK guy and I like guys who are OK.  I'm not allowed to have any boyfriends
until I'm sixteen years old and that's like forever, so we can't be
boyfriend and girlfriend.  OK?  I also like how you stood up to Brian and
how you handled everyone else."

   "Tilly I was sorta hoping you would be my girlfriend, but I would be
very happy if you were my friend ...  and ...  thanks for the advice about
Brian."

   "No probs Robert, I want us to be real good friends; now, when we go to
lunch, we each sit where we usually sit, and don't make a big deal out of
things."

   "OK Tilly.  Kind of keep it on the down-low, huh?"

   He was so silly!  "Yes Robert, on the down-low.  Lets go."

   They walked to the lunchroom together.  On the way Tilly said, "I want
you to spend a couple of days on my story.  Don't write it all quick and
everything at lunch.  I want a real good story."

   They stopped outside the lunchroom; Tilly put her hand on his arm and
continued, "If I like what you wrote, I'll have a real nice treat for you
as a reward!  One more thing: You even breathe a word of this to anyone,
especially those boys who don't like you; well, then everything goes back
the way it was except I'll hate you, Understand?!"

   "Man Tilly, no one?"

   Tilly decided to make it stick, "No-FUCKING-body!  Get it?!"

   Robert looked down, he raised his head with a grin on his face and
asked, "A special reward, huh?"

   Tilly laughed as she pushed through the lunchroom door and, looking back
at Robert, said, "Very special!"

   Robert ran to the boys' room.

   A few minutes later he showed up in the lunchroom, a little happier and
a little stinkier.

   After lunch, Tilly had Mr.  Fletcher's class, the high point of her day!
He was very polite to her.  Tilly was certain that he would be her third
person.  After class she hung back and asked if he had given any thought to
her being his class aide the next year.

   Mr.  Fletcher eyed the sweet little tart and said, "Can you come by
after school Wednesday?  We can figure it out then.  Just say you need to
retake a test if anyone asks."

   "Yes Mr.  Fletcher!  Wednesday after school, sure thing!"

   Tilly went home feeling great.  She went out back and saw Mr.  Gordon
looking at her through the window.  She had been over to his house too many
times lately and her mother told her not to bother him so much.  Tilly knew
what Mr.  Gordon liked, and one thing he liked was to jerk off.  She had
asked him if it was true that guys would jerk off their thing while
thinking about or looking at girls.  He was very emphatic about it being
true.

   She asked if he did that after looking at her through the window.  He
nodded his head and apologized.  She told him she didn't mind and it all
seemed pretty innocent.

   She looked at him in the window and he softly rapped on it.  She shook
her head "no" and glanced back over her shoulder at her house.  She
shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and walked to the swing set.  She wore a
white blouse and pleated blue skirt.  Mr.  Gordon moved to the other side
of the window and she could tell he was busy with his right arm.

   Tilly stepped back, and lifted her feet from the ground.  She swung
forward while eyeing Mr.  Gordon.  On the back swing, she curled her legs
and pumped them out just as she started moving forward.  Her skirt flew up
to her waist.  She repeated this a few times until she was going at a good
clip.  On a back swing, she spread her legs and gave Mr.  Gordon a good
show as she swung forward.

   After two more swings, Mr.  Gordon was gone from the window!  Tilly
stopped pumping and the swing slowed down, then there he was!  He had a big
smile on his face and happily waved at her.  Tilly smiled proudly and waved
back.  She couldn't explain it, but she felt real good that she could help
Mr.  Gordon.  After all, he was the sweetest old man she knew!

   It seemed to take forever for Wednesday to arrive!  Tilly had told her
mom that she would be taking the activity bus home because she had to
retake a test.  Her mom called school and talked to Mr.  Fletcher and
confirmed she had a test retake.

   Tilly wore one of her nicest dresses and made sure she looked as pretty
as possible.  Robert was extra special polite to her and Alexandria,
Bethany, and Catherine all oohed and aahed her look.  They wanted to know
who she was dressing for and Tilly simply replied that she was dressing for
herself.  All the girls liked that idea and decided that henceforth,
Wednesday would be a dressy day.

   Mr.  Fletcher's room was at the end of an upstairs hallway and almost no
one was ever up there after school.  Tilly tried the door but it was
locked. She paused and then softly knocked on the door.  She heard
footsteps and Mr.  Fletcher say, "Just a sec!"

   The door quickly opened and he hurried her inside, he made sure the door
was securely closed.  They walked to his desk and he half sat on the desk.

   "Tilly, you want to be a class aide next year.  Will you be able to help
me with all my needs?"

   Tilly walked around to the back of his desk, he turned to watch her. 
"Oh yes Mr.  Fletcher, I can grade, file, and type.  I'll keep you desk all
organized too!"

   "Tilly, there are other things I need as well.  You know, this is a very
tough job, sometimes I get all tense and need some help relaxing ...  it
makes me a good teacher."

   "Mr.  Fletcher, you're the best teacher ever!  I can get you drinks or
even give you a massage if you're feeling tense ...  (her eyes dropped and
then looked back up at him) or ...  help you relax in other ways."

   "Other ways?  Now that's what I'm interested in.  How far will you go to
help me relax Tilly?  This is your chance to show me how you'll help me."

   Tilly walked completely around the desk and stepped up between his
knees.

   "I can help you relax Mr.  Fletcher ..."

   She kept looking at him as she undid his belt and pulled him forward,
off the desk.

   Fletcher was feeling great!  This little Tilly tart-slut was going to
work out fine!  She was a bit skinny, but that face and hair, God!  He
wanted her.  She was pulling his pants and briefs down while getting to her
knees.  He said nothing.  He took his dick in his right hand and held it
out for her.  Without a pause, she sucked him.  His head rolled back as she
started one hell of a nice blowjob.  It took a minute before he even
thought about watching this hot eleven year-old suck his dick.

   Tilly was surprised; Mr.  Fletcher was definitely smaller than Mr. 
Swan, and even smaller than Mr.  Gordon!  She could get his entire dick
into her mouth without even trying!  It tasted good and everything, but ...
it was kind of disappointing.  Then she thought, `Who cares?!  I can keep
my promise and make Mr.  Fletcher happy!"

   Tilly really started to suck Mr.  Fletcher when he pulled back and
lifted her up by her arms!  It hurt!

   "Mr.  Fletcher!  That hurts!  Put me down."

   "Yeah, I'm going to put you down." He set her on his desk and pushed her
onto her back.  Before she knew what was happening, he had her legs up and
spread.  She could feel him pulling her panties down.

   "Mr.  Fletcher!  Stop!  No!"She began to kick and fight him.  This he
loved!

   "Yes Tilly, try and fight!  Yes!  See if you can stop me!  I love it!"

   Right then her heel connected with his left temple.  He staggered a bit
but recovered quickly.  He was angry.

   "Listen little girl, I only have big girls helping me!  Only a little
girl doesn't want to fuck.  If you want to be an aide, you have to be a big
girl."

   Realizing she could hit him in the head, Tilly carefully aimed with her
other heel and this time really smacked Mr.  Fletcher in the side of the
head.  He reeled away enough for her to jump off the desk.  She glared at
him, and he at her.

   "OK Tilly, get out.  If you tell anyone, I'll say that you came here and
tried to be a slut.  Understand?"

   Tilly didn't care; she only wanted to get out.

   A few minutes earlier, a meeting had ended in the Principal's office. 
Two Sheriff's deputies in plain clothes stepped out followed by Mr.  and
Mrs.  Rogers, followed by their daughter Mary Ellen.  They were followed by
two Sheriff's lieutenants and Principal Flanders.  They all shook hands and
the Rogers family left out the front door.

   Principal Flanders said to the policemen, "He should be up in his room.
How do you want to do this?"

   The older Lieutenant said, "I would prefer in the parking lot, we can
grab and stuff him in a flash."

   As they stood in the doorway a pretty girl walked by, she looked upset.
Mr.  Flanders asked, "Ms.  Batista is everything all right?"

   Tilly saw all the men and was immediately scared.  "Y-yes Mr.  Flanders,
everything is fine."

   Tilly walked over to the bus pickup spot and sat down for the half hour
wait.  She then saw the whole thing unfold in front of her eyes.

   Mr.  Fletcher was casually walking to his car when two men walked
towards him.  Mr.  Fletcher stopped and looked behind him, there was
another man there.  By the time he looked forward again, the two men had
him by the arms.  The third man then quickly had his arm around Mr. 
Fletcher's neck.  A white car pulled up and the man from behind pushed Mr.
Fletcher into it.  Even Tilly could tell they were the police.

   The news was splashed across all the media by dinnertime.  Mr.  Fletcher
had been arrested for statutory rape (the unnamed, underage victim was of
course Mary Ellen Rogers, who was four months pregnant.) Tilly's parents
were aghast!  They knew how much Tilly liked Mr.  Fletcher.  Tilly had to
reassure them several times that he had done nothing to her before they
calmed down.  Later that night, her mother laid with her in bed, they
talked for a long time; she was convinced Tilly was not molested by Mr. 
Fletcher.

   Several high school girls came forward and told their stories about Mr.
Fletcher which sealed his fate.  A search of his house turned up vast
amounts of child porn, some depicting his own students.  He plead guilty
and was given several life sentences.  He didn't fare well.  He was a fuck
and cum depository for two years before a psychotic father slit his throat.
Honestly, no one except for a few vindicated girls felt any emotion at all
upon hearing the news of his demise.

   Anyway, Tilly thought it through and decided that Mr.  Swan would give
her credit for trying to help a teacher.  Hell, there wouldn't be a teacher
looking for a little girl blowjob at school for a long, long time.  So, she
figured she kept her promise!

   After a couple of subs, a real teacher appeared in Mr.  Fletcher's
classroom.  Her name was Mrs.  Buccholtz and she looked like someone's
grandmother.  Tilly thought she looked like a grandmother who would make
you pancakes.  Everyone quickly forgot Mr.  Fletcher and Mrs.  B became
everybody's favorite teacher!

   Tilly still had an important task!  Robert had a story to write for her
and every day she asked about it.  Every day Robert would say, "It's not
right yet, just not right yet."

   Robert was always so nice to her!  She was starting to like being
treated so nice.  He wasn't pushy and never bothered her.  As a matter of
fact, she found herself wanting to hang out more with him.

   A week after he had promised, Robert handed Tilly a small booklet.  The
handwritten title on the cover said, "Larry and Mary's Adventure."
Underneath was a drawing of a big shaggy dog wearing a bow tie and a bunny
rabbit with a bow in her hair.  Tilly clutched the booklet to her chest and
smiled the biggest most genuine smile of her life at Robert.  She grabbed
his arm and kissed him on the cheek.

   "Thank you Robert!  Thank you!  I'm not going to open it until I get
home.  Then I'm going to read it!"

   "I hope you like it Tilly.  I don't even care about the special treat, I
just hope you like it!  I tried and tried but I just couldn't get a manatee
into the story I wanted to write for you.  So, I guess I still owe a story.
I'm sorry Tilly."

   "We'll see about the treat Robert, and don't worry about the manatee,
I'm sure this will be wonderful!"

   Tilly kissed him on the cheek again but this time slid her lips over his
lips, as she pulled away.

   Robert headed directly for the boys' room.  No girl had ever kissed him
before!

   Just as she said, Tilly didn't open the booklet until after dinner when
she was up in her room.

   She read the story once, and then twice.  It was just wonderful!

   Seems that Mary, the rabbit, got lost out in the country after her
owners had moved out there and Larry, the dog, found her.  He helped her
get back home and in the process the two of them became good friends.  They
ended up on several adventures.  Larry and Mary fell in love; but, alas,
according to the wise old barn owl, a dog and a bunny couldn't get married
and have children.  They followed the owl's advice and became the best of
friends instead.  Eventually, Mary met a nice boy bunny named Harry and
became a mother, many times over.  Soon all the bunnies in that part of the
country had an Uncle Larry looking out for them.

   It was a simple story but it had heart and sensitivity.  Tilly decided
that Robert had more than earned his special treat.

   Before school, she found Robert in the library and thanked him for the
wonderful story.  She told him how much she liked it and thanked him again.

   Later that day, the two of them were intently working in science lab
when Tilly quietly asked, "Robert, when can we spend some time together, in
private?"

   Robert had to catch his breath.  He paused from his work and thought.

   "Not at my house, there's too many people always around.  (Robert had
five siblings!) Not at your house, your parents would shoot me if I showed
up."

   "They wouldn't shoot you!  Maybe just call the cops!"

   Robert and Tilly quietly giggled.  Then Robert remembered something,
something his older brother Glenn had shown him.

   "You know the main library, in town?"

   "Yes ..."

   "I know a place in there, downstairs, where we could have like total
privacy.  We could meet there Friday after school to work on our science
project."

   "It's a date!"

   "A date?"

   "Yes, Robert, a date."

   "Sure Tilly!"

   It took Tilly two days to convince her parents to let her meet Robert at
the Main Library on Friday.  She had to explain several times that Robert
was just a kid who she was assigned to in science class and they had a
project to work on.  Tilly's mom called Robert's mom and she was satisfied
that Tilly was telling the truth.

   On Friday, Tilly had to wait for her father, who would pick her up from
school and drive Robert and her to the Library.  He would then go to his
office and wait for her to call to come and pick them up.  Robert was a
little nervous that afternoon but, as it turned out, Tilly's dad was quite
nice and Robert ended up liking him a lot.

   Tilly was so pleased.  They went into the two story library and, once
inside, they ran into old Mrs.  Kessler who was somebody's grandmother's
grandmother.  Robert gave her a cheery "Hello, Mrs.  Kessler!" and she
replied with a crooked smile.  Mrs.  Kessler looked at Tilly and Tilly
said, "Good afternoon ma'am." Mrs.  Kessler said something but neither
Tilly nor Robert could hear her.

   Tilly thought Mrs.  Kessler looked like a grandmother who would make you
eat all your vegetables and then give you plain Jell-O for dessert.

   Robert led Tilly to a quiet table in the back.  You could quietly talk
in this part of the library and no one would shush you.  They laid their
stuff down on the table and took their seats.

   Robert looked around and asked, "So Tilly, do you want to give me my
special treat now, or do you want to work on some science first?"

   "Let's work on some science first.  We have lots of time."

   The two sixth graders got to work on the design of their eventual poster
board.  They both had finished two of the three research questions they
were going to present to the class.  The top four finishers were going to
compete in the school science fair and the top winner would go on to the
county championships.  They didn't expect to win, but both wanted good
grades.

   Once satisfied with their design, they high-fived each other and sat
back down.

   "Robert."

   "Yes Tilly?"

   "Did they show you guys a movie in Health class today?"

   "Hmmm ...  mmmm ...  Yeah, a movie about boys' and girls' parts."

   "Did you understand everything?"

   "Not really, I couldn't concentrate too well.  I got confused.  I
understood the guy stuff well enough, but the girl stuff, sheeesh, how do
you all keep it straight?"

   "I think it's easier when it's your own stuff.  Like, I pretty much knew
where everything was and what it was called; it was just weird seeing it on
the projector."

   "I guess you're right, still ...  crimminy, there's an awful lot!"

   "I was wondering ...  would you like to compare notes?"

   "I didn't take any notes!"

   "That's not what I mean silly!  Didn't you say there was a private place
here?"

   Robert's eyes grew wide.  His mind raced, he looked around and back to
Tilly.  `Holy Shit!  She'll show me hers if I show her mine!  Holy Fuck!'

   "Yes, there's a place.  We have to be careful, c'mon."

   Without thinking, he held his hand out and Tilly took it.  He led her to
the very rear of the library and there, half covered by a bookshelf, was a
door.  You wouldn't see it if you weren't looking for it.  Robert let go of
her hand, looked around and carefully moved some books and opened the door
knob.  He gave a gentle quiet push and the door opened a little.  He moved
the books back in place and took Tilly's hand again.

   "It'll be dark until we get to the bottom of the stairs.  There's a
light down there."

   Carefully, the two youngsters made their way down the dimly lit stairs.
Once at the bottom, Robert turned on the light and quickly went up the
stairs and shut the door.  Back with Tilly in hand, he led her down the
hallway past some closets to an office door.

   "They used to have a janitor here many years ago.  He retired and they
never replaced him.  Over the years everyone forgot about his little
office. My brother was bored with homework one day and started snooping
around; he found the stairs and this office."

   Robert opened the door and turned on the light.  There was a small
couch, a desk, and a chair in the old office.  There was also a file
cabinet and what looked like a closet.

   "Check this out; it even has a small bathroom.  Everything still works
too!"

   Tilly thought the place smelled a little musty and definitely could use
a cleaning; but, it was OK.

   "It's cool!  It's kind of like something from the movies or something."

   Tilly and Robert were standing next to each other, hand in hand, in an
awkward silence.

   "Tilly, do you want me to go first?"

   "No, Robert, I'll go first.  You sit on the little couch."

   Robert sat down and leaned forward; Tilly stood right in front of him
and slowly lifted her shirt up over her head.  She draped it over the back
of the chair after wiping some dust from it.  She slid off her shoes and
unbuttoned her pants.  She pulled the zipper down and slid her pants down.
She lifted her right leg out and then her left leg.  She draped the pants
over the shirt.

   Robert had never felt himself get so hard before!  She was almost naked!
Tilly didn't look like the girls on the internet or in his brother's
magazines; but, she looked awfully great!  Her panties clung at her pussy;
it was almost like she wasn't wearing anything!  He couldn't tell much
about her tits, they were small and covered by her bra.

   Tilly reached behind her back to unhook her bra.  "I really don't have
big boobs or anything.  I'm hoping they'll grow bigger as I get older."

   The bra was soon draped over her pants.  Robert almost came!  Tilly had
the nicest looking tits he had ever seen!  Of course he hadn't really ever
seen any before; still, they were the best ever!

   "Robert, say something."

   "Tilly, maybe they will get bigger, but I think they're beautiful!  I've
tried not to be a bother; but, you are the most beautiful girl I know!  I
like them!  They're perfect!"

   "Would you like to touch them?"

   "Sure would Tilly!"

   She let that slide.  Robert stood and placed his palms over her tits and
slowly moved his hands around.  It felt pretty damn good to Tilly!  She
could feel her nipple harden.  Robert felt it too.

   "Hey, your nips are getting hard!  Did that feel good?"

   Yes, Robert, that felt real nice ...  do that again ...  mmmmmmmmm ...
that feels good.  Robert?  Could you kiss them?"

   Robert didn't answer; he moved his lips to her tits and kissed away!

   "Slower, Robert, not so fast, kiss them softly and suck a little ... 
mmmmmmm ...  that feels real good!"

   Tilly reached for Robert's head and gently pushed him away.

   "Robert, that was nice; now, sit down ...  move your legs apart."

   Tilly stepped between his legs.  Robert was devouring Tilly with his
eyes.  She was thin but shapely.  She excited him at a level he had never
felt before.  She smelled so clean and other things he couldn't identify.
He felt the need to stroke his dick.

   "Tilly, my ...  penis ...  is starting to hurt.  I need to take it out
before I make a mess or something."

   "Oh Robert!  I'm being so selfish.  Sure, here, let me help."

   Tilly stepped back and started to pull up Robert's shirt.  He bent over
as she pulled it off.  He dropped to his knee and untied one sneaker.  As
he shifted to the other sneaker he noticed he was at eye-level with her
pussy.  He paused and then quickly got his other sneaker off.  Robert stood
and Tilly quickly undid his pants.  He pulled them down, tighty whities and
all.

   Tilly's clothes were nicely draped over the chair and Roberts was in a
pile on the floor.

   Tilly was mesmerized by his dick.  It was much smaller than any other
she had seen.  It looked a lot cleaner and prettier though.  She decided
she would like having Robert's dick in her mouth, a lot.

   "Robert, is it going to happen soon?"

   "God Tilly, yes!  You better stand ..."

   Before he could finish, Tilly was on her knees and sucking his dick in
her mouth.  Robert couldn't believe it!  It ...  felt ...  so ...  good! 
She sucked three times and he felt it happening!

   "Tilly you better let go, watch out!  I'm going to squirt!"

   "Ummmm, Mmmmmm"

   Squirt he did, right in Tilly's mouth.  She sucked and swallowed.  She
moaned and tongued his dick.  She sucked him some more until she was sure
she got everything.  Finally, she let his dick slip out of her mouth.  She
ran her tongue through her mouth and swallowed one more time.  She looked
up at Robert just as he fell back on the little couch.

   Robert's stuff didn't taste all that bad!  Mr.  Swann's stuff tasted
really good.  That was one reason why she was willing to keep her promise.
If every guy tasted like him, then she would like keeping the promise.  But
Mr.  Gordon tasted kind of bitter, still salty, sort of like the coffee in
those little cups.  But Tilly really liked Mr.  Gordon, so she didn't mind
at all.  It was probably because he was older.  Robert was salty but had an
almost sweet taste, kind of like an OK yogurt.  His was good.  Probably
because he was young!

   Robert was speechless.  Nothing in his entire life had ever felt that
good.  Not only that, the prettiest girl in school had just sucked his dick
and swallowed his stuff!

   "Robert, did that help?"

   "Oh God, Tilly, that was the best, most, greatest thing ever!  You're
great!  Thank you!"

   Tilly had her elbows propped on Robert's knees and smiled at him.

   "You are welcome Robert.  You understand that you can't tell anyone,
right?"

   Robert nodded his head.

   "Tilly, tell me, why me?  I know you like my stories; but, why me?  It
doesn't make any sense.  There are all ..."

   She cut him off.  "Robert, first, it's my choice, I decide who I want to
be with.  Yes, I like your stories very much, but that's not all.  I have
never forgotten how back in fourth grade I had that accident during recess.
You saw what happened and you didn't say a thing.  You came over and helped
me.  I got back inside without anyone seeing and you never said a thing to
a soul.  This isn't a thank you or anything; it's more like I want to share
some things only with the right kind of guy."

   Robert surprised himself!  He understood exactly what Tilly was saying.
He had always tried his best to hold people's confidences and since he was
often the object of mocking, never made fun of anyone else.  He realized he
liked Tilly, really liked her.  He liked her even more for all the sexy
stuff; but understood that was only one part of the deal.

   "Tilly, I'll never tell a soul.  You can always count on me."

   Tilly smiled and stood up.  Her crotch was right in front of Robert's
face.

   "You want to see it?"

   Robert vigorously nodded his head.  Tilly reached for his hands and
placed them on her hips.

   "Slowly pull them down."

   Robert gently pinched the sides of the waistband and slowly pulled
Tilly's panties down.  He stopped breathing as the fabric rolled on itself
a bit and her pussy slowly appeared.  It was absolutely amazing!  Her body
seemed to fall into a sort of depression under her belly and between her
hips.  He loved the gentle slope her features created.  He found that his
eyes naturally followed her curves.

   He had to tear his eyes away as the panties went further down.  He
leaned to hold them open when Tilly lifted her feet from them.  That was
when he caught his first whiff of pussy.  His dick shot right to attention
and he was hooked!  He leaned in, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. 
This was some heady stuff!

   Robert moaned, "Mmmmmmmmmmm" like a fat boy smelling fresh-baked pie!

   He opened his eyes and there was her pussy.  Right where her legs joined
her body there were two plump reddish lips.  Bigger than face lips and
mostly skin.  There was a slit running up and down.  At the top of the slit
protruded what looked like a little tent.  Everything else was just pretty
much slit.  But boy, it sure smelled good!

   Robert suddenly remembered an old album poster in his dad's work shop.
"Eat A Peach" it proclaimed.  Robert understood!  He was eying a perfect
little peach!  Eat it?

   Tilly reached down and using her thumb and forefinger, spread her lips
for Robert.

   Robert was amazed!  For a moment he wondered how all her insides just
didn't come sliding out!  Then he really started to look.

   "Tilly, it doesn't look like the drawings in the video.  At least those
had names and arrows."

   Tilly replaced her forefinger with her middle finger and pointed out the
highlights to Robert.

   "Robert, this is where I pee, and this is where a man puts his penis and
where a baby comes out ..."

   Robert's face was all screwed up and he asked, "A baby?  Through there?
No way it's big enough!"

   "It gets bigger when you're pregnant and the baby wants to come out."
Tilly replied, with an air of confidence.

   "And up here, under this little flap is the clito ...  clitaroo ...  cli
..."

   "The clitoris Tilly, I remember that.  It's supposed to be ..."

   "My feel good sensitive spot!"

   "Is it?"

   "Oh yes, Robert, it feels so good, that sometimes I know I'm having an
orgasm!  Do you want to touch it?"

   Under Tilly's guidance Robert felt her pussy up real good.  She got all
wet and had to lean almost on top of Robert's head as he played with her.
She felt one real good tingle shoot through her and decided that was
enough.

   "OK Robert, I'm happy.  You did real good ...  next time you're going to
have to use your tongue."

   Robert's mind exploded!  `NEXT TIME!!!!  EAT A PEACH!!!!'

   "Sure Tilly, next time!"

   Tilly had noticed that Robert was all hard again and decided she would
suck him one more time.

   "Robert, let me sit down and you stand in front of me."

   The positioning was perfect.  Tilly examined Robert's dick once again.
It was real white except for the little head; it was a light tan color.  It
was maybe four inches long and not very far around.  Right now his little
sack was hanging loose and was fun to play with.  After he squirted the
last time, it shriveled up and kind of looked like a walnut.

   This time Tilly kissed all up and down his dick and licked every inch as
best she could.  When she used her right hand to stroke him, he arched back
and moaned almost like he was in pain.  Tilly knew he wasn't hurting.  She
put her lips on the wet head of his dick, looked up at Robert, and sucked
him fully into her mouth.

   Robert was watching her and he moaned again.  She could feel all of dick
in her mouth.  It didn't fill her up like the others, it was nice.  Kind of
like a Popsicle.  If she sucked hard, it seemed to fill her up, if she
didn't suck, she could move it around with her tongue.

   Hell, Robert was only twelve years-old and this was just the second time
anyone had ever touched his dick.  He didn't last long.  Just like before,
when Robert shot his stuff, Tilly sucked all of it in and swallowed every
drop.

   Tilly liked how Robert moaned, called her name and caressed her head as
he was squirting.  As Robert's spent dick slid from her mouth he had to
lean on the arm of the sofa to keep standing.  Tilly leaned back and felt
happy.  She had kept her promise and this time it felt different.  She was
glad she had made the promise.  She decided, then and there, that she and
Robert would become very good friends indeed.

   The two youngsters got dressed and, cautiously, exited the hidden
doorway.  They gathered their materials and Tilly called her father.  They
both said bye to Mrs.  Kessler as they left the library and she mumbled
something back to them.  Tilly thought she heard her say her name, and when
she looked back, Mrs.  Kessler was giving her the funniest smile!  Robert
waited with her out front until her father arrived.  Robert turned down the
offered ride, he wanted to walk home.  He was on top of the world!

   Unbeknownst to them, Mrs.  Kessler had seen them sneak in and, later,
sneak out the door.  Mrs.  Kessler had known of the hidden office for many,
many years.  Old Mrs.  Kessler had been running that library for over fifty
years.  She and Walter Erickson, the janitor, had may a tryst in that
office.

   Right after closing time she made her way down to the office, turned the
desk lamp on and straightened things up.  The kids today were pretty neat,
they didn't leave a mess.  She unlocked the file cabinet, pulled the flash
drive out of the little computer in the drawer and pocketed it.  The
computer was hooked up to four cameras hidden in the office, they all
turned on when the wall light switch was turned on.  Mrs.  Kessler put a
fresh drive in the computer, locked the drawer, turned out the light, and
made her way back up the stairs, thinking `What a way to supplement my
income!'

   Mrs.  Kessler sent the drive to her nephew Jason and in the process made
a tidy sum!  And poor Tilly?  Well, Tilly was once again an internet
sensation!

   Anyway, Tilly was still a very good girl, and would never go back on a
promise!
   The End