Anything (MF; Mg; erotic tease; ped)
By Neverlander
(C) 2015

The late afternoon sunlight streaming into the open-air bar 
from across the lush garden made the girl’s cotton dress as 
transparent as flimsy gauze.  As she walked slowly along 
the edge of the garden even the pattern on the bikini 
panties she wore under the sleeveless sundress was visible, 
a sprinkling of red hearts.  She walked slowly, and took no 
notice of the eyes that followed her.

David had paused writing in his journal when he saw two of 
the men at the bar staring in the same direction.  They 
were not together, but had put down their drinks at the 
same time to gaze at the girl with intense interest.  Both 
seemed mesmerized.

She was young, very young, probably no more than ten or 
eleven, but she carried herself with careful poise, and 
although slender, the body under the short sundress was 
clearly feminine.  Her face, framed by ringlets of dark 
wavy hair, was startlingly pretty in the way sometimes seen 
with young girls, suggesting a mature sensuality well 
beyond her years, an effect that was accentuated by dark 
red lipstick on her full lips.  Although she had the air of 
one absorbed in her own musings and oblivious of her 
surroundings, David noticed the hint of a smile at the 
corners of her mouth as she strolled past the bar.  She 
paused briefly and bent over to sniff flowers in the 
garden, then continued on, twirling a ringlet of her dark 
hair around a finger.

David came often to this bar in the late afternoon to 
observe his subjects, the literary expats who drifted to 
St. Thomas to nurse their creativity back to life after the 
ego-bruising competition of the New York writing scene, but 
ended up spending most of their time nursing rum cocktails 
as they bemoaned to each other the crass commercialism of 
the City.  He’d interviewed several of them here in 
Charlotte Amalie, or in their rented houses up in the 
hills, and hoped to sell the piece to the New Yorker or 
another influential publication.  Unfortunately he’d come 
to realize that these men were pretty boring as a group, 
and was wondering whether this trek down to the islands was 
turning out to be a bust.

So, as the afternoon slipped into evening, he put down his 
pen and reached for the Meyers-on-the-rocks next to his 
journal, joining the other men as they watched the girl 
disappear into the dying sun.

* * * * *

Although he did enjoy the less populated beaches on the 
northern side of the island, frequented primarily by the 
local inhabitants, David often swam and lounged by the pool 
attached to his small hotel.  Since one side of the hotel 
bar where he spent his afternoons bordered the pool, he had 
in effect a central location for exercise, lazy relaxation 
and work.

After lunch today he had parked himself with a magazine in 
a reclining chair close to the edge of the pool near its 
single diving board.  Movement and a flash of color caused 
him to look up, and he saw a figure bouncing tentatively at 
the end of the board.  After a second or two he realized 
with surprise that it was the girl he had seen walking by 
the bar the previous afternoon.  She was wearing a one-
piece spandex bathing suit, bright red and form-fitting, 
displaying more clearly than her transparent dress had that 
she was well along in the transformation from an angular 
little girl into a shapely adolescent.  The elastic fabric 
clung tightly to the graceful curves of her developing 
breasts, with their pert nipples standing out in sharp 
relief, and the suit’s high cut at her hips molded and 
emphasized her pert bottom and barely concealed pudenda.  
David watched as she made several preparatory runs along 
the board and test bounces at its end, almost embarrassed 
to be staring so intently at a little girl whose bathing 
suit left so little to the imagination.  But he was also 
interested in seeing the climax of this dive that she was 
so carefully working up to.  Finally, starting well back, 
she exploded into a sprint along the board and leapt high 
at the end for maximum bounce as she propelled herself into 
the air.  At the last instant she twisted herself into a 
spin and, yelling “Yippee!”, pulled her knees up and 
flailed her arms as she landed bottom first in the water, 
creating a geyser that splashed several people at the 
pool’s edge, David included.

“Graceful, isn’t she?”  The voice came from behind him, and 
David turned to see a woman sitting in a chair not far from 
him.

“Well,” he said, wiping droplets of water from the cover of 
his magazine, “if the cannonball was an Olympic event I’d 
say she gets at least a silver.”  The woman laughed and 
regarded him with a steady, ironic gaze.  David knew 
immediately who she was – the dark wavy hair, the full 
lips, the subtle smile at the corners of her mouth.  But 
this was a mature, confident and voluptuous woman of about 
40, not a little girl.

“Yours?” he said.

“Yes, my daughter,” she said.  “I hope she didn’t soak you 
too badly.”

“No, I think I’ll survive.”  He smiled and pointed to 
himself.  “David,” he said.

“Marissa.”  She indicated a chair next to hers.  “Care to 
join me?”  David got up and walked to her, taking his 
magazine and towel with him.  They shook hands and he sat 
down next to her.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” he said.  “I’ve 
been at the hotel for a couple of weeks – did you just 
arrive?”

“Yes, we arrived yesterday.  I’ve stayed here before, 
though.  I like this place – small, unpretentious.”

David nodded.  “Actually, I, uh, I think I saw your 
daughter yesterday afternoon, walking by the garden on the 
other side of the bar.”

“Yes, I sent her out while I was unpacking.  She likes 
taking walks, and it’s safe enough here.  She especially 
likes walking around the garden.”  Marissa smiled and 
looked towards the pool.  “Speak of the devil,” she said.  
David followed her gaze and saw the girl making her way 
towards them, her curly hair now a wet mass hanging down 
over her cheeks.

“Where’s my towel?” she said, and snatched it up from the 
grass next to Marissa.  “I’m all wet.”  She proceeded to 
roughly massage her head and wrapped the towel around her.  
Then she noticed David.  “Hey,” she said.  “You’re in my 
chair!”

“Be nice, Jasmine,” her mother said.  “This is David.  He 
liked your cannonball.”  The girl grinned and stepped over 
to him.  She grabbed his hand and pumped it vigorously, 
then removed the towel and tossed in on the grass.  She 
moved close to him, almost touching his knees, and stood 
looking down at him with her hands held behind her back.

“Hi!” she said.  “I’m Jasmine.  You a friend of Mama’s?”

“Well, a new friend I guess you could say.  We just met.”

Jasmine narrowed her eyes and peered at him.  “I saw you 
yesterday,” she said.  “In the bar.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you were writing or something when I was looking at 
the flowers.”

“I’m surprised you noticed me,” David laughed.

“Why?  You noticed me, didn’t you?”

“Uh, yes, I did, but people don’t usually notice me much.”

“Well, I did.  Most of the men in there were just drinking 
and talking, but you were different because of the writing 
and stuff.  So are you a writer?  You must be really smart, 
right?  And you notice things, too.  I bet you are a 
writer.”

“You’re an observant little girl,” David said, casting a 
smile towards Marissa.  “I guess I’d better be careful, it 
seems that nothing gets by you.”

“Nope, it doesn’t, I see everything.  And I’m smart, too.  
I started reading when I was really young.  How old was I, 
Mama?”

Marissa rolled her eyes.  “You were four, Miss Modesty, but 
before you impress David beyond all bearing we’re going 
back to our cabin now so you can get cleaned up for 
dinner.”

Jasmine shrugged.  “Okay,” she said.

Marissa got up and gathered up their belongings.  “Sorry 
about the splashing and its aftermath,” she whispered to 
David under her breath.

“Don’t be silly,” he said.  “She’s charming, she really 
is.”  Marissa smiled and began to shepherd her daughter to 
the guest bungalows.  Then she stopped and turned back to 
David.

“Listen,” she said, “if you’re free tonight would you like 
to join us for dinner?  I promise there would be a minimum 
of splashing involved.”

“That would be great,” David said.  “I’d enjoy that a lot.”

“Good,” Marissa said, “we’ll see you in the dining room at, 
say, seven?”

Jasmine’s eyes shot open.  “Oh, goody!” she exclaimed.  
“Goody, goody, goody!”  As she followed her mother towards 
their bungalow she turned to look back at David and waved 
at him, smiling happily.

David waved and watched them go.  He chided himself for 
noticing that her shapely little butt looked awfully cute 
in that red spandex.

* * * * *

The hotel where David was staying was actually a collection 
of small bungalows arranged in an arc on a grassy slope, 
high enough to provide a stunning view of the turquoise 
Caribbean from the picture windows at the front of each 
cabin.  At the center of the arc down the slope was a 
large, rambling structure that housed both the bar and the 
hotel’s restaurant, with an extensive garden along the side 
facing the bungalows and the modest swimming pool on the 
opposite side.  Both the bar and restaurant thus had 
frontage on both the garden and pool, and on clement days 
doors were thrown open to allow patrons to sit either 
inside or on outside patios.

After showering David had put on slacks and an informal 
shirt – he never wore a tie if he could help it – and made 
his way down the gravel walk from his cabin to the 
restaurant, where a short path through the garden led to 
the patio.  As soon as he emerged from the bougainvillea 
and hibiscus he heard an excited high voice piping his 
name.

“David, David, over here, over here!”  Jasmine was waving 
to him wildly from the patio table where she sat with her 
mother.  He smiled and walked over to greet them.  “Right 
here, sit right here,” Jasmine said, grabbing the third of 
three chairs at the small round table, which in fact was 
the only place he could sit.

“Good evening ladies,” he said, pulling out the chair and 
sitting down.  “Thanks so much for inviting me.”  Jasmine 
beamed and moved her chair a few inches closer to his.

“This is cool!” she said.  “It gets so boring when it’s 
just Mama and me.”

“Well,” he said, “just think about how boring it is when 
it’s just me!”  He made a face and Jasmine laughed.  
“You’ve saved me from that!”  He looked at Marissa.  “Hello 
again,” he said.

“Yes, hello again,” she said.  “I’m glad you could join us.  
We’ll do our best not to make you feel it’s two against 
one!”

Jasmine frowned.  “Two against one?  What ... oh I get it!  
Girls against a guy, right?  But it could also be a kid 
against the grown-ups, too, couldn’t it?”  She took a sip 
from the lemonade in front of her.  “Better not be that,” 
she said smugly, “’cause I’d win.”

Marissa closed her eyes and shook her head.  “Well,” David 
said, “let me be clear about something right from the 
start.  Whatever happens, whoever is against whom, I, for 
one, surrender right now, and will offer no resistance, on 
the one condition that you two lovely ladies allow me the 
pleasure of your company this fine evening.”  He turned to 
Jasmine and held out his hand.  “Agreed?”

Jasmine stared up at him in amused surprise.  “Okay,” she 
said, taking his hand.  Then she reached for her lemonade 
again, giggling.  “You’re funny!”

Marissa regarded him with raised eyebrows and lifted her 
glass of Chardonnay to him.  “Well played,” she said, and 
took a sip.

After ordering a Corona for himself, they settled down to a 
pleasant dinner – grilled snapper for Marissa, the local 
conch stew specialty for David, spaghetti and meatballs for 
Jasmine – enlivened by animated conversation.  David told 
of his sometimes frustrating work as a free-lance writer 
(Jasmine: “Told ya he was a writer!”), and of the reason he 
was in St. Thomas.  He learned that Marissa was a 
photographer from California, also free-lance, and was 
taking a short vacation with Jasmine before going on 
assignment to cover a fashion shoot in Puerto Rico.  He 
heard a great deal about Jasmine, of course – “I don’t like 
school much, but I’m the smartest kid there, even if a lot 
of them are twelve and I’m only eleven!” ... “My favorite 
writer is Judy Bloom ... my teacher said I shouldn’t read 
‘Forever’ ‘cause it’s for older kids but I did anyway.  It 
had sex in it.” ... “I’m gonna be a model some day like the 
ones Mama takes pictures of in fancy dresses.  That’ll be 
cool!  I’m a model already, aren’t I Mama?” ... “I love 
roller coasters!  What’s the biggest one you’ve ever been 
on?” ... “Do you have any broken bones?  I broke my toe 
once ... see, this one.”  She raised her left foot and 
rested its heel on the seat of her chair, pointing to the 
middle toe, in the process flashing her white cotton 
panties.  She lowered her foot.  “But it’s all better now,” 
she said.  And so on and so on.

Later, Jasmine insisted on ordering dessert (“Chocolate 
sundae with three scoops and chocolate sauce and three 
cherries”), while Marissa and David opted for just 
espresso.  Instead of waiting for her dessert to arrive, 
Jasmine decided she wanted to look at the garden.  “See ya 
in a minute,” she said, and skipped off, her short skirt 
flipping up with each bouncing step.

“You’ve made quite a conquest,” Marissa said to David as 
Jasmine ran off.

“Oh, she’s a delightful kid!” he replied.  “So outgoing and 
friendly.”

“Yes, but not with everybody.  She can be very guarded 
sometimes, but for some reason she’s latched onto you as a 
kindred spirit.”

“Well, I’m flattered,” he said, blushing a little.  He 
hesitated for a few seconds.  “Is ... is Jasmine’s father 
in the picture?”

Marissa’s countenance clouded over and she frowned as she 
took a large sip of her wine.  “No,” she said finally.  
“No, and he never has been.  Jasmine never met him.”  She 
seemed reluctant to say any more, so David let the subject 
drop.

“Well, it seems to me that you’re doing a great job as a 
single parent,” he offered.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen 
a happier kid.  You two seem very comfortable together.”

“Oh, we are.  She’s often my traveling companion when I’m 
on assignment, if the school schedule permits.  In fact 
she’s coming with me on the trip to Puerto Rico that’s 
coming up.”  Marissa looked up with a twinkle in her eye.  
“She’s also useful as a kind of insurance against unwelcome 
attention, if you understand my meaning.”

David chuckled.  “Yes, I can see that.  I don’t imagine 
motherhood is particularly attractive to lounge lizards.”

Marissa laughed.  “Exactly,” she said.

“So, does Jasmine get involved in your projects herself?  
She said something about being a model already.  Was that 
just wishful thinking?”

“No, I’ve done some work with her, kids’ fashion layouts, 
that sort of thing, nothing very extensive or regular.  She 
loves it, though.  She loves showing off, as you’ve seen.”

David laughed.  “Yes, well it seems you’ve got quite a 
little bundle on your hands.  You seem to be handling 
things quite well so far.”

Marissa regarded him with an inquiring smile.  “And how 
about you,” she said.  “Do you have a family?”

“Ah, no,” he said.  “That opportunity hasn’t presented 
itself yet, I’m afraid.  I’ve come close now and then, but 
my work situation is pretty unstable.  It would be hard to 
balance that with other kinds of commitments, I think.”  It 
was an uncomfortable topic for him, and he was relieved 
when the waiter appeared with their coffee and dessert.  
This was noticed by eyes in the garden, and seconds later 
Jasmine came skipping back to their table, a pink hibiscus 
tucked behind her ear.

“Yum,” she said, looking at her enormous chocolate sundae.  
“Yummy yummy!”  She picked it up and moved it from her 
place at the table and put it down in front of David.

“Uh, no, that’s yours, Jasmine, none for me,” David said, 
laughing.

“I know,” she said.  “Move back.”  She kicked at his chair.  
Surprised, David stood and moved his chair back a few 
inches.

“Why do you ...” he started to say, but Jasmine just sat 
herself down on his lap and proceeded to dig into her 
sundae.

“Yum,” she said again as she popped a cherry into her 
mouth.  “This is so good!”  She hummed a little tune as she 
ate, swinging her legs back and forth as she straddled 
David’s lap with her back pressing into his chest.

David was astonished, and he looked at Marissa with an 
expression that was equal parts surprise and apology.  
After registering some surprise herself, she now was 
regarding him with amusement, enjoying his evident plight.  
He looked at her with wide eyes, his hands raised in a 
“what do I do now?” gesture.  She just smiled and shrugged, 
and sipped her espresso as if it were the most natural 
thing in the world to have her preteen daughter perched on 
the lap of a grown man.  She winked at him, and made a 
dismissive gesture with her hand that essentially told him 
not to worry about it.

What Marissa couldn’t see was that Jasmine’s action was now 
the cause of a reaction on David’s part that he was finding 
it impossible to control.  When she climbed onto his lap 
the back of her short skirt had been pulled up so that her 
panty-clad bottom was positioned directly on top of his 
penis.  The warmth emanating from the little girl’s body 
and the rhythmic motion of her swinging legs were 
conspiring to produce an erection that was growing rapidly.  
He considered trying to shift her on his lap to remove the 
stimulating pressure on his penis, but decided that that 
might call embarrassing attention to his condition, so now 
he was trying his best to ignore the worrying sensations 
Jasmine was inflicting on him.  His penis was extended 
downward along his left thigh, and each swing of the little 
girl’s legs caused it to stiffen and lengthen, as if it 
were being subtly masturbated.  He was afraid that she 
would feel the hardness that was growing under her, but she 
paid it no heed and concentrated her attention on her 
chocolate sundae.

Through all this Marissa continued to engage David in 
conversation, asking him more about his project with the 
expat writers, wanting to know more of his life.  He gamely 
tried to carry on his side of the conversation, with great 
effort striving to keep his arousal from seeping into his 
voice, concentrating on responding naturally to her 
questions, occasionally fighting off images that flashed 
into his mind of a little girl in an obscenely revealing 
spandex bathing suit, a little girl who was now unwittingly 
giving him the most intense hard-on he’d experienced in 
months!  If Marissa had any inkling about his condition she 
gave no indication of it.

* * * * *

Jasmine was sound asleep by the time they reached Marissa’s 
cabin.  David had offered to carry her as they were leaving 
the restaurant since she was almost falling asleep in her 
chair before she was even halfway through her monster 
dessert.  She had readily acquiesced when Marissa coaxed 
her to allow David to lift her, wrapping her arms around 
his neck and her legs about his waist as he cradled his 
arms underneath her.  Marissa opened the door and led him 
to Jasmine’s bed, where he gently laid her down and then 
went out into the living room while Marissa undressed her 
for bed.

“Thanks for your help,” Marissa said as she came out of the 
bedroom.  “It would have been hard getting her to walk up 
here to the cabin.”

“My pleasure,” he said.  “Glad I was around to help out.”  
Marissa walked to him and stood very close.  David was 
aware of the scent of her perfume, and of how her breasts 
were almost touching his chest.

“I’m glad you’re around, too,” she said.  “I enjoyed this 
evening, very much.”  She leaned forward and kissed him on 
the cheek.  She drew back and looked into his eyes, then 
leaned forward again and kissed him gently on the lips.  It 
had been a long time since David had been with a woman.  
His body reacted instantly and he felt himself begin to 
harden.  “You don’t need to leave just yet, do you?” she 
asked, pressing herself to him.

“No, I ... no,” he said.

She brushed her hand across the front of his trousers, 
feeling his excitement.  “Then stay,” she whispered.

He stayed.

* * * * *

“Ooo, a sleep-over!”  Jasmine had jumped onto the foot of 
the bed and was perched on her knees regarding her mother 
and their new friend.  “It’s morning, time to get up!”  She 
waved her hand from side to side.  “Hi, David!”

Marissa and David had both been essentially celibate for 
several months, so they were well-primed and consumed with 
lust when they fell into bed together.  They were 
definitely ready, both of them.  They were also happily 
compatible in bed.  Marissa was a few years older than 
David, and took great pleasure in aggressively satisfying 
her sexual appetites.  She took immediate control of him, 
seducing him irresistibly with tantalizing, lascivious 
kisses and touches.  Her voluptuous body excited him 
terribly, and he abandoned himself utterly to exploring 
every inch of her firm flesh with his hands and mouth, 
squeezing and sucking avidly on her generous breasts and 
burying his face between her spread legs.  She kept him 
trembling on the edge of orgasm with a wickedly knowing 
tongue, and his moans of arousal and frustration encouraged 
her to tease him even more mercilessly.  But David gave as 
good as he got – he was a skillful lover, and Marissa often 
found herself biting a knuckle and thrashing helplessly as 
David held her legs apart and tormented her with 
unpredictable kisses and probes of his tongue.  They drove 
each other mad with pleasure for the better part of two 
hours, and before they finally collapsed and fell asleep 
David had experienced three orgasms, very rare for him, 
alternately coaxed and held back by Marissa’s coquettish 
teasing.  As for her, she had lost count of the orgasms 
that had overtaken her under David’s passionate sucking and 
licking, and the plunging, thrilling rooting of his stiff 
cock deep in her insatiable cunt.  Their final climax came 
at the culmination of a bout of wild fucking, their loins 
fused and thrusting, their bodies spread with abandon 
across the entire bed, their moans and cries mingling as 
they exploded in ecstasy together.  Drained and satisfied, 
they fell asleep with their legs entwined.

“Come on, wake up!  I wanna have breakfast and go out.”  As 
Marissa and David were dragged out of sleep they looked at 
each other a little guiltily and tried to arrange 
themselves as decently as they could under the bed sheets 
as Jasmine urged them to get up.

“Give us a minute, honey, won’t you?” Marissa said.  “We 
were up late.”

“Late doing what?”

“Oh, you know, talking, getting acquainted, things like 
that.”

“Uh huh,” Jasmine said, raising her eyebrows skeptically.  
“Well, it’s a nice day out and you shouldn’t waste it in 
bed.”

“Yes, I know,” Marissa said, “we’re getting up, don’t 
worry.”  She yawned and stretched and bent a knee, which 
lifted the sheet covering David and her into a sloping tent 
between them.  As she talked to Jasmine she moved her hand 
under the sheet to David and began to fondle his penis.  
David’s eyes opened wider for an instant, but he strove to 
keep his expression neutral as he became quickly erect in 
response to Marissa’s gentle caresses.  “So, what do you 
want for breakfast?” she asked Jasmine as she ran a 
tantalizing fingertip up and down David’s lengthening 
shaft.

“Did you bring the rest of my sundae home?  That would make 
a good breakfast.”

Marissa laughed.  “No, we were not about to lug that gooey 
mess home,” she said.  “Maybe you can have another one 
tonight, one half that size.”

Jasmine pouted.  “I was thinking about that sundae all 
night,” she said.  “I was hoping you kept it.”  But then 
her mood changed in an instant.  “Oh, well!” she said 
brightly, and bounced on her knees on the bed, and began 
chattering about all the things that they might do that 
day.

Jasmine had slept in the underwear she’d worn the previous 
day: the cotton panties David had seen briefly at the 
restaurant, and a short undershirt with spaghetti-straps, 
also of thin white cotton, that exposed several inches of 
bare belly above the waist of her panties.  The shirt 
snuggly clasped the curves of her developing breasts, and 
impressions of her puffy areolas pressed out against the 
thin fabric.

David watched the little girl as she bounced and sprawled 
around at the foot of the bed.  Her panties were pure white 
save for a touch of feminine decoration, a trim of delicate 
pink lace around the leg-openings.  They were tight on her, 
and when she rose up on her knees the clinging fabric 
clearly molded what was hidden underneath, nestled between 
her legs.  As she moved about on the bed David’s eyes took 
this in, as well as the rest of her developing body – those 
charming immature breasts, her firm, pert bottom, her long, 
coltish legs.  Under the sheet Marissa continued to tease 
his cock playfully, her voice giving no hint of what she 
was doing as she chatted with her daughter.

“All right, honey,” she said finally.  “Why don’t you get 
dressed and David and I will join you for breakfast, okay?”

Jasmine nodded and got off the bed.  She stretched and 
yawned, lifting her elbows high and arching her back.  
Still yawning she turned to look out the window at the sea 
with her back to them.  Her panties were so thin that David 
could see the shadow between the cheeks of her cute little 
bottom showing through the fabric.

“Off you go, kiddo,” Marissa said.

“Yep, I’m going,” Jasmine said and walked out of the room. 
When she was gone Marissa turned to David, crooking her 
elbow on a pillow and resting her cheek in her hand.  She 
watched his face as under the sheet her hand moved slowly 
up and down his erection.

“Sorry about that,” she said.  “Jasmine’s used to having me 
to herself.  She sometimes crawls in bed with me in the 
middle of the night if she’s feeling lonely.  So be 
forewarned, okay?”

“Sure, no problem,” David said, a little hoarsely.  Marissa 
grasped the sheet and threw it off them.  She looked down 
at him - his penis was fully erect, raised an inch above 
his belly.  She smiled and gave it a gentle pat, then got 
out of bed.  Standing naked with a hand on her hip she 
winked at him.

“You coming, sir?” she said.  “Your ladies await you.”

* * * * *

The bungalows that David and Marissa occupied were intended 
primarily for those guests who stayed for relatively long 
periods.  They were more like small condos than cabins, 
with a bedroom – two, in Marissa’s case - bath, and a 
living room that adjoined a tiny kitchenette.  David 
volunteered to make pancakes for their breakfast, using 
ingredients he happened to have in his own cabin.  Jasmine 
agreed with this choice enthusiastically, and accompanied 
him when he went to fetch them and bring them back.  She 
was absolutely delighted when he made a pancake for her in 
the shape of a heart, and was reluctant to cut into it.  
But she was hungry, and soon devoured it with much smacking 
of her lips.

After breakfast she asked Marissa for permission to go down 
to the garden and the pool, and was soon on her way in her 
red bathing suit and carrying a towel.  As she was leaving 
Marissa left the room to take a phone call, leaving David 
alone with his coffee, watching Jasmine run down the path 
to the garden.

Marissa returned and sat down opposite David, looking a bit 
concerned.  “That was someone from the organization I’m 
going to be working with on the shoot in Puerto Rico,” she 
said.  “She’s on the island and says she needs to go over 
the arrangements with me.  She wants me to meet her at her 
hotel down at the harbor.  The problem is Jasmine.”

David looked at her and frowned.  “Jasmine?”

“Yes, I’m going to be gone for a few hours and I’m 
concerned about leaving her alone.  She’d be bored stiff if 
I took her with me – and believe me, a bored Jasmine is not 
something you want to deal with – but at the same time I 
worry about leaving her to her own devices for that long.  
I mean, I know it’s safe here, but still.

“Anything I can do?” David asked.

“Well, actually I was going to ask you for a favor,” 
Marissa said, looking up at him.  “I know it’s a lot to 
ask, and we hardly know each other, but would you mind if I 
told Jasmine that you’d be around if she needed you?  It 
probably wouldn’t amount to much, just being here in case 
she gets lonely or if there’s an emergency of some sort ... 
just a kind of security blanket to make her feel safe.”

David smiled.  “Is that all?  I’d be glad to keep an eye on 
her.  I’ll be around all day, either in my cabin or down at 
the bar working on my notes.  She’d have no trouble finding 
me.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you so much!” exclaimed Marissa.  
“That takes a huge load off my mind, David.”  She reached 
across the table and squeezed his hand.

“I’m happy I can help,” he replied, “and as far as knowing 
each other is concerned, well, I think we made a pretty 
good start with that last night.”

She regarded him from under gracefully arched eyebrows, and 
caressed his hand with a fingertip.  “Oh yes,” she said, 
“and we’ve hardly begun.”

David helped her with the dishes and then prepared to leave 
so that he could get started on some editing.  “So,” he 
said, “should I try to find Jasmine and let her know what’s 
up?”

“No,” said Marissa.  “I’ll tell her about it before I leave 
in a little while.  She’ll probably find you first, if I 
know her.”

“Right,” said David, grinning.  “So she tends to stay 
nearby, then, just in case I do want to find her?”

“Yes, for the most part.  Sometimes she likes to go watch 
the local kids fishing in the shallows near the shore, but 
I’ll tell her to stay up here today.”  Marissa looked out 
the window down towards the restaurant.  “Right now she’s 
probably down there teasing the men in the bar.”

David looked up with a start.  “She’s doing what?”

“Teasing, giving the guys at the bar a little thrill.”  
Marissa laughed.  “You saw her yesterday, didn’t you?  You 
don’t think she didn’t know what she was doing, do you?”

“Well no, I, uh, it didn’t occur to me that, uh ...”

“She’s a precocious kid,” Marissa interrupted.  “She knows 
that some men are attracted to girls her age, and it amuses 
her to get them excited.  It never leads to anything, she 
just lets them stare at her for a while and then leaves.  
She knows it gets them all worked up, and she enjoys 
leaving them hanging.”

David was speechless, and swallowed hard.  “You actually 
know she does this, you’ve seen her?”

“Oh, sure, and besides, she tells me about it.”

“Tells you?”

“Yes, we have a very open relationship, she doesn’t hold 
back anything from me.”

“Don’t you ... I mean aren’t you a little worried that, uh, 
something might, you know ...”

“That she might get hurt?  Well, of course I want her to be 
safe, and I’m also careful about where I take her, and I 
try to stay close.  At the same time I don’t want to 
suppress her developing feelings and impulses, and that 
includes her sexuality ... even if it sometimes seems a bit 
kinky!”

David ran his hand through his hair.  “Wow,” he said.

Marissa turned to him and put her hands on his shoulders.  
“Having second thoughts about being her security blanket?” 
she said.

“No ... oh, no, not at all.  I’m just a little surprised 
about ... well, there’s more to her than meets the eye!  
But I think she’s a great kid, I really do.”

Marissa looked him in the eye.  “And I can trust you, 
right?” she said seriously.

“Yes, absolutely,” he said sincerely.  “I’ll be like a 
father to her.”

“That’s good,” said Marissa.  “She’s never had one of 
those.”  Then she smiled and gave him a hug.  “I trust you 
David, I really do.  Thank you so much!”

* * * * *

David spent three hours editing and formatting the notes 
from his latest interview with another ennui-ridden 
literary lion.  God, what a pathetic bunch!  Don’t they 
realize they’re just pissing away whatever talent they have 
vegetating down here?  I’m probably going to make a lot of 
enemies if I actually publish this thing.

He finally decided he’d had enough for a while – time for a 
dip in the pool.  He’d seen Marissa leave a while ago, but 
he didn’t know where Jasmine was.  Well, she can find me if 
she needs to, he told himself.  He changed into his bathing 
suit and started down the path to the pool with a towel and 
a book.

There weren’t many people in the pool, since it was close 
to lunch time, so he was able to swim a good twenty laps 
without any collisions.  That done, he decided he’d read 
for a while.  He swam over to the pool ladder and began 
ascending when he was stopped by a foot on his head.  
Looking up he saw Jasmine, leaning on the ladder railing 
and grinning at him.  She was wearing her red spandex suit, 
which was especially revealing from his vantage point 
looking up at her from below.  God, he thought, remembering 
his conversation with Marissa; if she wore that walking by 
the bar there must be guys there with their tongues still 
hanging out!

“Hi, babysitter!” she chirped, her foot still pressing down 
on his head.  “Getting out already?”

“Well, I was thinking of doing a little reading,” he said.

“You can do that later,” she said.  “Right now you should 
swim with me.”

“Oh I should, should I?”

“Yep.  I get lonely swimming all by myself, and besides I 
want to do tricks!”

“Tricks?”

“Yeah, tricks.  Like back somersaults under water, or 
diving over your back, or games, like underwater tag.  Fun 
stuff like that!”

He looked up at her and held onto the railing to resist the 
foot that was still trying to push him back into the water.  
“Okay,” he said, smiling.  “I guess we can do that for a 
while.”

“Yaaaay!” she cried, and jumped over his head to land 
behind him in one of her signature cannonballs.  He 
released the ladder and turned to follow her as she swam 
away down the pool.

“Where are you going?” he called to her.

“To the shallow end, so’s you can stand and fling me!”  
When she reached a place where David’s feet could reach the 
bottom she turned to him.  “Okay,” she said, “first you put 
your hands like this...”  She demonstrated by lacing her 
fingers together and holding them cupped just below her 
stomach.  “I’ll put my feet in your hands and then you lift 
up real fast and I’ll dive over you.  Okay?”

“Okay.”  David cupped his hands and Jasmine stepped into 
them, holding his shoulders to steady herself.  When she 
straightened up he was disconcerted to realize that his 
face was almost pressing into her lap and her barely 
covered crotch.

“Ready?  Okay, throw me over!”  David gathered his strength 
and tossed the little girl into the air over his back.  She 
let out a whoop and then landed with a splash behind him.

“Again, again!” she gasped as she surfaced, and thrashed 
through the water to him to step into his hands once more.  
He got her feet in his cupped hands and lifted her up.  
Again he found himself looking directly into her lap, but 
this time she leaned forward so that his face was 
momentarily pressed between her legs.  As she positioned 
her feet in his hands her toes were wiggling in direct 
contact with his penis.  The result was the beginning of an 
involuntary erection.

“Whee!”  Once more she dove over his head, and came back 
for more several times until he protested that his arms 
were becoming tired.  She wrapped her arms around his neck 
and her legs around his waist, panting and laughing 
happily.  His erection was making a noticeable bulge in his 
suit now, and Jasmine’s body was pressed firmly against it 
as she clung to him.  He carried her around for a while 
like this, with his arms around her waist and her head 
resting on his shoulder.  Then she released him, sliding 
slowly down the front of his body as she did, rekindling 
the response between his legs.

“Let’s play tag now,” she said, “underwater tag!”

“How does that work?” he asked.

“It’s like tag but you have to swim underwater and catch me 
and tag me.”

“So just like ordinary tag.”

“Yeah, except that you have to hold your breath and if you 
come up to get a breath before the other person then you’re 
it!”

“Okay,” he said.  “So who’s it first?”

“You!” she cried and dove under the water, paddling away 
from him.  David submerged and hurried after her, and soon 
had her by the foot, tickling it.  They both surfaced.  
“Okay, I’m it now ... here I come!”  She lunged forward as 
she went under, but he was able to feint to the side as he 
submerged and swam away.  He would have had no difficulty 
in staying away from her, so he kept his speed deliberately 
slow so that she could enjoy her game.  After half a minute 
she caught him, and he was surprised when in tagging him 
her hand brushed along his lap, momentarily touching his 
penis and rekindling his erection.  Then she was off again, 
with him in pursuit.  This time instead of trying for a 
foot he just reached out blindly when he sensed he was near 
her, and realized too late that he was squeezing her 
delectable little butt.  She squealed and laughed as she 
surfaced.  “Really got me that time!” she giggled.  The 
game went on for several minutes, and he noticed that 
whenever she tagged him her hand brushed his erection.

Finally he called an end to the game.  “Okay, I give up ... 
I’m getting too old for games like this!”

“Wanna take a rest?” Jasmine said.  “Look, can you do a 
water rest like this?”  She lay on her back in the water 
with her eyes closed and put out her arms, gentle motion of 
her feet keeping her horizontally afloat.  David followed 
suit, lying on his back and floating.

“See, I can do it, too, little Miss Smarty-pants!”  Jasmine 
opened her eyes and grinned at him.  Her eyes shifted, and 
he realized that she was looking lower down along his body 
as he floated half-submerged in the water.  His erection 
was evident under his Speedo, the shape of his swollen 
glans clearly discernable through the thin material.  
Embarrassed, he immediately allowed his body to sink into 
the water again, ending the accidental display.  At the 
same time he was feeling oddly excited.

Jasmine continued floating, closing her eyes and smiling.  
“Hm,” she said.

“Well,” David said after a few seconds, “I think maybe we 
should get out of the water before we turn into prunes.  
Are you hungry?  Want to have lunch?”

Jasmine looked over at him.  “Yes!” she said.  She quickly 
righted herself in the water.  “I have an idea!  Can we 
have a picnic?  I know a real good place, down at a little 
beach down there.  Can we, please, can we, can we?”

“Sure,” David said.  “Sounds like a good idea.  Let’s go 
back and change, then you can lead the way.  We can pick up 
some sandwiches at the restaurant on the way out.”

“Yaaaay, yippee!” cried Jasmine.  They got out of the pool 
and walked up the path together, then went to off their 
respective bungalows to get ready.

“Pop on over when you’re ready,” David called to her as she 
ran off.

“Yep, I will!” she answered, spinning around as she went.  
“See ya in a sec!”

* * * * *

Five minutes later David heard loud knocking on the door of 
his cabin.  Here she is, he thought to himself as he opened 
the door.

“Hi!  You ready yet?”  Jasmine had fetched a brightly 
colored backpack and was eager to go.  Her eyes widened 
when she noticed the towel wrapped around his waist.

“Almost, come on in,” he said.  “I just want to rinse off 
the pool chlorine before we go.”  She followed him down the 
hall to the bathroom.  When she followed him inside he 
stopped and looked down at her.  “Uh, I’ll just be a 
minute,” he said.  “Just a quick rinse.”

“I know,” she said.  “I don’t mind.”

He looked at her and laughed.  “There’s a nice big chair 
right down there,” he said, pointing to the living room.  
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right 
out.”

Jasmine shrugged.  “Okay, whatever,” she said, and began to 
walk slowly back down the hall, after casting another 
glance at him wrapped in his towel.  David watched her go 
with an amused smile and then removed the towel and reached 
into the shower to turn it on.

As he stepped under the water it occurred to him that 
Jasmine hadn’t shut the door all the way as she left the 
bathroom.  He thought he should probably get out and close 
it, but then he experienced a shiver of adrenalin that 
surprised him - could she have done it on purpose?  He’d 
seen where she was looking in the pool, seen the sparkle in 
her eyes.  Why not give her a good look at what she 
obviously was dying to see?  He shook his head and laughed 
silently at himself.  Jesus, where had that thought come 
from?  No way!  He wasn’t going to ... still ...  As he 
allowed the water to cascade down his back he looked down 
at himself; to his surprise his penis was stirring and 
there was a flutter of excitement in his chest.

Stepping out of the shower, he took the towel from the rack 
and held it in front of him.  He was careful not to look 
towards the door where he suspected she might have 
returned, and moved to the center of the room.  Making a 
show of drying his hair, he lifted the towel to his head, 
exposing himself fully.  His penis wasn’t erect, just 
partially engorged, but it had a menacing air, like a 
lowering beast on the prowl in search of prey.  It hung 
down but was angled forward, the head beginning to emerge 
from the foreskin, his scrotum lifting and tightening 
around his balls in the cooler air drifting through the 
partly open door.  

His heart was beating rapidly now, with a mixture of 
embarrassment and anxious excitement.  He could almost feel 
her eyes on him, moving up and down his exposed cock, 
caressing it.  This aroused him, and he unconsciously 
arched his back to press his crotch further forward, 
emphasizing his growing erection more prominently.  With 
his arms still raised he turned, presenting a view in 
profile of his penis extending in a low arc in front of 
him, bobbing slightly with the vigorous motions of his 
hands as he dried his hair.  He glanced down at himself, 
and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought that a young 
girl was staring at that hard, naked cock!  He allowed 
himself to experience this novel thrill for a few seconds, 
then quickly hung the towel back on the rack and got a dry 
one down from a shelf.  He wrapped it around his waist and 
moved out of sight of the door and waited two or three 
minutes to calm himself before exiting the room.

“Hi!”  Jasmine jumped up from the easy chair she’d been 
sitting in.  “Got all the chlorine off now?”  She sounded 
breathless and her face was slightly flushed.  Her eyes 
moved up and down from his face to the bulge that still 
lingered under his towel.  Oh yes, David thought, she saw 
all right.  God, I can’t believe I did that!

“Give me a minute to throw something on and then we can 
go,” he said as he walked passed her.

“Okay,” she said.  “Need help in case you miss?”  He looked 
puzzled for a second then got the joke.

“Naughty girl,” he said, wagging a finger at her.

“Uh-huh,” she said, and stood with a hand cocked on her 
hip.  David shook his head and disappeared into his 
bedroom, emerging half a minute later in shorts and a t-
shirt.

* * * * *

They stopped off at the restaurant and picked up some 
sandwiches to go and a couple of sodas (Jasmine had brought 
some chocolates in her backpack), then set off for the 
beach where Jasmine wanted to have their picnic.  Rather 
than heading straight down the hill to the shore below the 
hotel, she led David to a path that entered a forested area 
bordering the hotel grounds off to the side.

“Mama and I found this cool beach the last time we were 
here,” she told David as they followed the path.  “Nobody 
comes here that we saw.”  David could understand this, 
since as they followed the path it narrowed until they 
found themselves picking their way through brush with 
hardly a walkway at all.  Suddenly they emerged from the 
jungle onto a short beach only about a hundred feet wide, 
but covered with fine white sand.  Just offshore were two 
large rocks that looked like tiny islands between which the 
Caribbean sparkled with whitecaps far out to sea and the 
sails of boats passing in and out of the harbor a few miles 
to the west.  They took off their shoes and moved their 
toes around in the pleasantly warm sand.

“Lovely,” said David.  “Hard to believe that such a 
secluded place could be so close to the hotel without being 
mobbed.

“I know,” said Jasmine.  “We only found it ‘cause a friend 
of Mama’s told her about it.  You gotta promise not to tell 
anybody else, okay?”

David laughed.  “I promise,” he said, crossing his heart.  
“I don’t really know many people here anyway, so it won’t 
be hard.”  Jasmine pulled a blanket out of her backpack and 
David helped her spread it on the beach, anchoring its 
corners with four rocks.  They were both hungry by now, so 
they sat quietly looking out to sea as they devoured their 
sandwiches.  Jasmine shared her chocolates with David, 
carefully counting out equal piles on the blanket.

“Yum!  That was good.”  Jasmine stood up and patted her 
stomach and stretched.  She walked to her backpack and 
rummaged through it.  “Let’s take some pictures,” she said, 
producing a small digital camera.

“Good idea,” said David.  “Lots of nice scenery here.”

“Okay, you stand here,” said Jasmine, positioning David at 
the water’s edge.  She stepped a few paces up the beach and 
peeked through the viewfinder.  “I got you between the 
rocks.  It looks neat!”  She snapped a picture, then ran up 
to him.  “I want one with both of us,” she said, and stood 
next to him, pressing herself to his side as she held the 
camera out in front of them so that she could catch both of 
them in a single frame.  David put his arm around her 
shoulder, and they both aped grins.  They laughed when they 
examined the result, and Jasmine insisted they take a few 
more until she decided that they looked just right.

“Okay, now you take a picture of me!” she said, and ran 
over to a large log of driftwood lying at one end of the 
beach.  She sat down on it, doing her best to balance 
herself on it as she pulled up her knees and wrapped her 
arms around them, grinning at the camera.  David snapped a 
shot, and she changed her position, leaning back on her 
hands with her legs extended along the log in front of her, 
her knees slightly bent.  She was wearing shorts that were 
in fact quite short, and it was obviously her intention to 
show off her long, pretty legs.  She had David take several 
shots as she assumed various poses on the log.

“Okay, now over here,” she said, getting off the log and 
walking back to their blanket.  She moved her backpack and 
the remains of their lunch to the side, and stood on the 
blanket facing David.  “Okay, take a picture,” she said.  
David did.  Then, looking straight into the camera she 
undid the top button of her sleeveless blouse.  “Take 
another,” she said.  She continued unbuttoning her blouse, 
ordering David to snap another shot as each button was 
opened.

“Uh, Jasmine ... what are you doing?” David asked, lowering 
the camera.

“I’m posing, you know, like a model?” she said as she 
tossed her blouse onto the blanket.  Under the blouse she 
was wearing a light blue nylon brassiere that just barely 
covered her immature breasts.  “Okay, now one like this 
...”  She turned around and gazed back over her shoulder 
with her lips in a pout as she reached behind her back to 
undo the clasp of the brassiere.

“Jasmine,” David said, “somehow I don’t think this would be 
what your mother has in mind when it comes to modeling.  I 
don’t think she’d be exactly pleased that we’re taking 
pictures like these!”

“Why not?” Jasmine said, still poised to remove her 
brassiere.  “She takes pictures like this of me all the 
time.”

David stared at her.  “She ... really?  But I thought you 
just did kids’ fashions and things like that.”

“Oh yeah, we do things like that too.  But there are a few 
guys she does special stuff for, pics of me doing poses 
like this.”  She undid the clasp of the brassiere.  “Come 
on, take another one!” she said, making the pout again.

David swallowed and pressed the shutter, doing his best to 
keep his hand from shaking.  Jasmine removed the brassiere 
and turned to face him with her hands covering her breasts.  
“Okay, now, again” she said, giving the camera a taunting 
smile.  David focused and clicked.  After a few similar 
shots she uncovered her breasts and stood with her hands on 
her hips, smiling into the camera with half-closed eyes and 
the tip of her tongue on her upper lip, her expression one 
of the most lascivious David had ever seen on a woman, let 
alone a preteen girl.  She giggled.  “That’s what they 
really want,” she said.

David felt a familiar twitch between his legs as he stared 
at the half-nude little girl in front of him.  There was 
now no spandex or flimsy cotton obstructing his view of her 
young breasts, tipped with soft, puffy pink nipples.

“So your Mom makes sets of pictures of you for some men she 
knows?  Pictures like this?”

“Yep, and they really like ‘em!”

“Do they pay for them, or are they just gifts?”

“Oh, they pay, a lot!  I don’t know how much exactly but I 
think it’s a lot.  Especially if it’s something they asked 
for.”

“Asked for?”

“Yeah, like if they want me to wear something special or do 
something they like ... something like this.”  She began to 
push down the zipper at the side of her shorts while she 
looked straight into the camera and licked her lips.  “A 
lot of the men like it when I do that.”

David was snapping shots whenever she changed poses, doing 
his best to keep up with her.  “Is this going to be one of 
the special sets?” he asked.  “What we’re doing now?”

“No, ‘course not,” she said.  “This is just for fun!”  She 
kicked off her shorts and stood before him now in just a 
pair of pink bikini panties.  She grinned at him and stuck 
out her tongue.  Then she turned part way around and 
twisted back to look at the camera with her hands on her 
hips.  The pose she struck somehow managed to emphasize her 
bottom and make it look more prominent, with the panties 
stretched tight and uncovering more than half of her firm 
cheeks.  She was biting her tongue and her upper lip was 
curled in a taunting sneer.

David decided to push her a little, draw her out.  “You 
seem to enjoy doing this,” he said.  “I guess you really 
are a natural model.”

“Oh yes!” she said.  “It’s so much fun.”

“You’re really good at it.  Did your Mom teach you how to 
pose like this?”

“Yeah, and she showed me pics of other girls doing it.  
That helped a lot.  And sometimes I practice in the 
mirror.”

“Well, I’d say you’re a natural.  Very, very ...”  He 
paused.

“Sexy!” she cried.

“Yes, that’s the word all right!”  He crouched down to 
focus on her from behind as she got down on her hands and 
knees and smiled back at the camera.  She parted her legs 
enough to display the slight bulge of what was hidden 
between her legs under her panties.  She obviously knew 
what she was doing.  “I’ll bet the men who get your 
pictures like them a lot,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, I know they do.”

“Why do you think that they like to see you pose like 
this?”

“Well, ‘cause it makes them feel good and gets them hard 
down there!”  She looked at him significantly.  “You know, 
David?”

“Oh yes, I know,” he said.  “And obviously you do, too.”

She was sitting facing him now, with her knees drawn up and 
spread wide apart.  “Oh yeah, I know.  And I know something 
else, too ... they touch themselves while they look at me 
... they masticate.”

David managed to suppress his laughter before it started.  
“Uh, I think you mean ‘masturbate’, Jasmine.

She frowned.  “Really?  I thought it was ‘masticate’.  
What’s that one mean?”

“It means ‘to chew’.  I don’t think they do that when they 
look at your pictures, unless they’re having lunch, too.”

She giggled.  “Well maybe they are.  Mama says my pics make 
‘em hungry for more.”  She stood up.  “Well, I won’t make 
that mistake again ... ‘masturbate’, huh?  Okay, got it!  
Thanks for telling me.”

“Glad to help out.”

“Let’s do one more, okay?  Just let me get ready.”  Jasmine 
hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and 
pushed them down until she had almost uncovered what was 
nestled between her legs ... almost, but not quite.  
“There,” she said, thrusting her hips slightly forward with 
her thumbs poised to lower her panties.  “Take it now.”

She turned her head a bit to the side and assumed a facial 
expression that stunned David.  It was a sympathetic look 
of concern and pity, a look that told the viewer that she 
knew he was excited and frustrated and that it must be 
driving him crazy to be deliberately cock-teased like this.  
David was immobile, staring as he felt his penis responding 
to her.  After a few seconds he finally remembered to snap 
a picture.  Jasmine pulled her panties back up and frowned 
at him.

“Are you okay?  Did you take the picture?”

“Yes, yes I took it, just now.”

“It looked like you weren’t going to!  Don’t you like my 
posing?  Were you bored?”  She pouted, her feelings hurt.

“No, Jasmine, I liked your posing, honest I did!  I thought 
you were great.  I guess I was, uh, well blown away by how 
good you are at it.  You really get the, uh, the 
imagination going.  You’re very expressive.”

“Really?”  She was happy now.  “You really think so?” she 
asked, holding onto his arm.

“Yes, I really do.  I just hope I did a good job taking the 
pictures.”

“You got the last one, didn’t you?  Let’s see ...” She 
grabbed the camera and pressed the review button.  “Yep, 
you got it, there it is!  Looks good, too.”

David took a deep breath as he looked down at her.  “Well,” 
he said, “we probably should start back now.  I imagine 
your Mom will be getting back soon.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Jasmine said.  She returned the camera to 
her backpack and got dressed.  She helped David fold the 
blanket and stow it in her pack, and he picked up the 
remains of their lunch and carried in the bag it had come 
in.  Then they started back on the path to the hotel.  
David was fascinated by what he was learning about this 
extraordinary little girl.

“You’re really very open about, well, about expressing 
yourself physically,” he said as they walked.

“Physically?  What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean you’re not shy about modeling, I mean about 
that kind of modeling you do.”

“You mean about taking my clothes off?”

“Well ... well, yes, I guess I do mean that.  Most girls 
your age would be very shy about that sort of thing.”

“Well I’m not.  I don’t mind it at all.”

“Do you and your Mom go to nude beaches?  I imagine you’d 
be very comfortable in surroundings like that.”

“We go to them sometimes, in California.  I don’t like them 
much.”

“Really?  You don’t seem to be shy about taking your 
clothes off in public.”

“I think they’re kinda boring.  I mean, the men there see 
girls naked all the time.  They don’t notice it after a 
while.”

“And you like to be noticed.”

“Uh-huh!  Like when I’m in my bathing suit at the pool here 
men stare at me a lot more than on those beaches with 
nothing on.  It’s so much fun!”

David thought back to when he saw her on the diving board.  
Men were certainly noticing her then.  He knew he was.

“And what about the pictures you pose for?  Today you were 
a lot more undressed than in your bathing suit.”

“I know, but in the pictures I never take everything off.  
I always leave some stuff on.”

David nodded, remembering that even though she had begun to 
push down her panties she hadn’t actually taken them off.  
“So that’s on purpose?” he said.

“Yep.  It’s like what Mama says.”

“And what does she say?”

She grinned up at him.  “It’s what they can’t see that gets 
them!”

David’s eyes opened wide in surprise.  He wasn’t sure what 
to think of such a wickedly knowing eleven-year-old.

* * * * *

When they emerged from the woods they walked up the gravel 
path towards the residence bungalows.

“Well, I guess you’d better go and see whether your Mom is 
back,” David said.  “She might be worried about where you 
are.”

“No problem,” said Jasmine.  “I left a note before we 
left.”

“Oh, good.  I’m glad you thought of that,” David said, 
sounding relieved.

“Yep, I think of everything!”

He smiled and ruffled her hair.  “So it would seem,” he 
said.  “Smart girl.”

“Well, I’ll go see if she’s there.  We gonna see you 
later?”

“I think so,” David said.  “I’ll give your Mom a call.  
Right now I think I’ll try to get a little work done.”

“Okay,” said Jasmine, waving and starting up the path to 
her cabin.  “Later!”

David went on to his own cabin and gathered his most recent 
notes.  He felt like having a beer so he went down to the 
hotel restaurant and sat down to work at one of the small 
tables on the patio just outside the bar.  After about an 
hour he became aware of someone near him.

“Hi!”  Jasmine was standing next to his chair drinking from 
a juice box.  She was wearing her red spandex bathing suit 
and a pair of dark sun glasses.  “Working hard?” she said 
and took a sip from the straw.

“Well, hello again,” David said.  “Not too hard.  Is your 
Mom back yet?”

“Nope.  She said her meeting might be all afternoon 
anyway.”  She sat down at the table.  “You have a 
computer?” she asked.

“Well, yes, back up at the cabin,” David said.  “Why?”

Jasmine put her camera on the table.  “I want to look at 
the pictures we took, and I need a computer to do it.”

“Don’t you have one back at your cabin?”

“Yeah, Mom’s, but she took it with her to the meeting.  
Could we use yours up at your cabin?  Please?  You want to 
see them too, don’t you?”

David looked down at the notes he’d been working on.  
“Well, I guess we could do that.  I was going to take a 
break anyway.”

“Goody!” said Jasmine, jumping up.  David put his papers 
into his briefcase and stood up from the table.  As they 
left the patio they walked past the bar where the same two 
men David had noticed watching Jasmine two evenings ago 
were sitting again, their eyes fixed on Jasmine as she 
sauntered by in her revealing bathing suit.  She walked 
slowly, holding David’s hand.  She looked up at him as they 
left the bar and giggled.  “They’re jealous,” she said, 
grinning.

* * * * *

David unlocked the door to his cabin and pointed to a table 
in the living room where his computer was already set up.  
“There it is,” he said to Jasmine.  “It’s all yours.  Do 
you need a cable?”

Jasmine ran over to the table.  “Nope, I’ve got one 
already.”  She took off her sunglasses and put her camera 
on the table, then plugged a USB cable into it and into a 
port on the side of David’s laptop.  “Okay if I make a file 
of these on your desktop?”

“Go right ahead,” he said, putting down his briefcase and 
walking over to join her.  “I can see you know what you’re 
doing.”

“Yep, I’m real good with computers!”  She pulled out the 
chair next to the table and pointed to it.  “Sit,” she 
said.  He did, and she promptly set herself down on his lap 
just as she had done the night before at the restaurant.  
She still had her juice box with her, and she took a sip 
from it as she turned to face him.  “See, I put all the 
pics in a file named ‘Jasmine’ on the desktop here...”  She 
pointed to a file icon on the screen.  “Now, we’ll have a 
slide show!  Hope they came out okay.”  She put the juice 
on the table and turned back to the computer, moving her 
fingers in the control area to start the show.

David was intensely aware of the warm girl sitting on his 
lap.  A healthy outdoor aroma arose from her body and hair, 
and her long legs were again straddling his as she sat on 
his lap working at the computer controls.  He was wearing 
shorts so that the skin of their legs was in direct 
contact, and her scantily clad bottom was pressing directly 
into the center of his lap.  As the first pictures appeared 
on the screen, those of Jasmine coyly unbuttoning her 
blouse, David’s penis began to stir, and there was nothing 
he could do to stop it.

“Do you think there are too many of these?” she asked.  “I 
made you do one for each button, and there were kind of a 
lot of buttons.  What do you think?”  She turned to him as 
she spoke, twisting her bottom around on his growing 
erection.  “Too many?”

“No,” David said, looking into her large brown eyes.  “It 
makes a nice, uh, sequence of shots.”

“Right!” she said, turning back to the screen.  “Leading up 
to this one...”

He had framed it nicely, as it turned out.  There was 
Jasmine, pouting over her shoulder at the very moment she 
was undoing the clasp of her flimsy brassiere.  “Oh, that 
turned out nice,” she said, shifting on his lap as she 
leaned closer to the screen.  “I think I got the look just 
right!”  She leaned back against him again.  “Goody, goody, 
goody!” she chanted as she squirmed and moved herself from 
side to side in rhythm with her words.  “What do you think, 
David?  Do you like it?”

David’s erection was complete now, and Jasmine’s bottom was 
pressing back directly against it, stimulating it with each 
motion of her body.  The tip of his penis had escaped the 
waistband of his underwear, and if he hadn’t been wearing 
his shorts it would have been making direct contact with 
the semi-nude cheeks of the girl’s squirming bum.

Jasmine seemed oblivious of this, however, as she clicked 
through the pictures and bounced around on David’s confined 
erection.  He was so hard now, and half expected her to 
call attention to it.  But she said nothing, and continued 
to rub against him as she scrolled through the increasingly 
erotic pictures of herself.  She chatted about them, 
offering critiques of her poses, lingering over each 
picture as David’s cock throbbed and twitched in response.  
When she reached the last – Jasmine pretending to remove 
her panties as she taunted the viewer – she cheered: “Ta 
da, the end!” and took David’s hands and wrapped them 
around her middle, pulling him tightly to her as she 
pressed back against his hardness.  Then she disengaged 
herself and got up from his lap.

“Well, I better be getting back,” she said.  “Mama must be 
home by now.  I’ll tell her to call you about dinner 
tonight.”  She picked up her things and headed for the 
door.  “You can keep those pics,” she said, pointing at the 
computer.  “Maybe they’ll be fun to look at later!”  She 
winked and blew him a kiss and then was out the door.

“Bye,” David said to the closed door, and looked down at 
himself.  His unrelieved hard-on was almost bursting out of 
his shorts.

* * * * *

Marissa did call, but not until early evening.  The meeting 
had gone on longer than she had anticipated, and she 
decided she was too tired to do dinner that night.  She and 
Jasmine were just going to eat in and turn in early.  “But 
let’s have lunch together tomorrow,” she said.  “Meet us 
down at the pool at about noon, okay?”

So the next day after putting in a couple hours of work in 
the morning David sauntered down to the pool and found 
Marissa in her usual spot near the diving board.  She got 
up and hugged him, and gave him a kiss before they sat down 
together.

“I’m so sorry about last night,” she said, “but I was 
really worn out!”

“Please,” he said.  “No need to apologize.”

“And thank you so much for looking after Jasmine!  She’s 
not always easy to handle, but from what I hear she had a 
great time with you.”

“No problem at all,” he said.  “Any time.”  David reached 
over and squeezed her hand, then looked around.  “Speaking 
of Jasmine, where is she?  I don’t see her in the pool.”

“Oh, she’s made a couple of friends, two girls about her 
age.  I think they’re running around in the garden.”

David nodded.  “That’s good,” he said.  “Can’t be much fun 
for her with just old fogies to hang around with.”

“You’re hardly that,” Marissa said, slapping his hand 
playfully.  “And besides, she’s very flexible, she can have 
fun with anybody.”

“Yes, so I’ve noticed, and she does love her fun.”

Marissa raised her eyebrows and seemed about to ask a 
question, but then she looked past him and smiled.  “Here 
they come,” she said, “the three nymphs in full bloom.”  
David turned and saw the girls running over to them from 
the garden.  All of them had wreaths of flowers around 
their brows, and smaller garlands at their wrists and 
ankles.

“I hope you left some flowers in the garden,” Marissa 
admonished.  “You’re not really supposed to be picking 
those.”

“It’s okay,” said Jasmine.  “We got all these from the 
ground where they fell.”  She stretched out her arms and 
twirled around, and her two friends copied her, giggling.  
It was clear who was the alpha female in the group.

“So, who are your new friends, Jasmine,” David asked, 
smiling at the girls.

“Oh, right,” Jasmine said, straightening the flowers at her 
wrist.  “Well, this is Ines,” she said, stepping behind the 
girl and putting her hands on her shoulders, “and this is 
Samantha,” moving her hands to the second girl’s shoulders.  
“But we call her ‘Sam’ for short.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” David said, shaking hands 
with each of them.  The two girls were evidently the same 
age as Jasmine, but looked very different from her and from 
each other.  Ines was a Hispanic girl from Puerto Rico, 
with a touch of African ancestry that gave her a richly 
tawny complexion.  She wore a black one-piece bathing suit, 
and although like Jasmine was only eleven years old, she 
had full breasts that were already high and proud, and a 
voluptuous, round bottom.  Her white teeth were almost 
blinding as she smiled at David and shook his hand.  Little 
Sam couldn’t be more different from Jasmine and Ines.  
Blond and petite, her hair in bangs and pulled back in a 
ponytail, she wore a tiny blue bikini that covered very 
little of her lithe, tanned body.  Although not as 
physically mature as Jasmine and Ines, she was strikingly 
pretty, and her sparkling blue eyes suggested playful 
mischief.

“So,” Marissa said, “are you girls interested in having 
lunch?  We can all eat together if you want.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Jasmine said.  “We’re not real 
hungry, and Ines is gonna tell us all about Puerto Rico, 
‘cause that’s where Mama and I are going next.”  She walked 
a few feet away, followed by her new friends, and they sat 
down on the grass.  “Besides, Ines and Sam have to leave 
tomorrow, and we want to talk about things.”

“That’s fine,” said Marissa.  “Just let me know if you get 
hungry.”

“Okay, I will,” Jasmine said, and the three girls began to 
talk and laugh together.  Marissa and David watched them 
for a while.

“It’s too bad they have to leave so soon,” Marissa said.  
“Jasmine’s having a good time.”

“Yes,” said David, “they really are getting on well 
together over there.”  He and Marissa watched as the girls 
chatted and giggled.  At one point Ines lay back and rolled 
on the grass, and Jasmine and Sam pounced and set to 
tickling her.  Soon they were all tickling each other, and 
David smiled at the sight of three pretty young bodies 
writhing and sprawling on the grass a few feet away.  At 
one point one of Ines’s mocha breasts popped out of her 
bathing suit, which led to muffled hysteria from the other 
two girls as Ines hastily covered herself.

“Oops!” whispered Marissa, winking at David.

“Tit happens,” he said.

“What ... oh you are bad!” Marissa said, punching his arm.  
She looked at the girls and then at David.  “They are 
pretty, aren’t they?  Such lovely little things.”

“Uh, sure,” David said noncommittally, “they’re certainly 
cute.”

“Cute?  Oh, I think their beauty goes beyond cute, and I 
think you do, too.”  David looked at her quickly, trying 
not to blush.  “I get the feeling that you have a soft spot 
for very young girls.  You are sensitive to their beauty, 
aren’t you?”

David was trying hard to keep his face blank.  “Well...”

“Oh, I’m sensitive to little girl’s beauty myself,” Marissa 
interrupted.  “I have always been.  In fact, I adore them!  
I think they are the nearest thing to angels we can hope to 
see, if you know what I mean.  Of course, often their 
behavior is not at all angelic,” she laughed, “but I mean 
their looks. I just love to look at little girls!”  David 
swallowed hard and just nodded dumbly.  “Of course I don’t 
go around saying it, you understand.  Many people would 
misinterpret it ... you know, dirty minds.  But I do love 
looking at them, I don’t mind telling you, and I adore 
photographing them.  There is something unique, so 
beautiful and pure in little females.  When I look at them 
I just smile.  While little boys are ... well, just boys 
... nice in their way, but there isn’t anything poetic 
about a 7 or 8 year old boy! But a small girl is so special 
... I don’t know, they make me think about all kinds of 
beautiful things, prettiness, poetry, chocolate cookies, 
Swan Lake, Mozart sonatas, little kittens, things like 
that.  Do you think it’s queer of me?”

“What?  Oh no, not at all!” David finally managed to say.   
“I understand what you’re saying.”

“I know,” she said.  “I’ve noticed you do.”

“You’ve noticed ... noticed what?” David said a bit warily.  
Marissa reached over and put her hand on his.

“Oh, I realize an adult, and especially a man, must be very 
guarded about such a thing.  An adult man admiring little 
girls is not thought poetic by most people, and it’s often 
misinterpreted, but not by me.  I told you, I enjoy looking 
at them myself, so I know exactly how you feel when you do.  
So let’s just enjoy!”  She patted his hand and turned back 
to observe the girls, an inscrutable smile playing across 
her lips.

David was trying to absorb all she had just said.  Was this 
woman a lesbian, a bisexual, a female pedophile?  No, of 
course not, it was just as she had said, she found young 
girls beautiful, and she wasn’t ashamed of it.  What’s more 
she detected similar feelings in him, and he had to admit 
she was right.

It was then that he noticed that the girls were drawing 
attention from another quarter, one that would be hard to 
misinterpret.  Not far away, stretched out on a recliner, 
was one of the men who had been Jasmine’s most attentive 
audience whenever she strolled teasingly past the bar.  He 
appeared to be about thirty-five with short, sandy hair and 
was somewhat overweight, a fact he tried to hide by wearing 
a large Hawaiian shirt that extended well past his belly to 
the middle of a pair of Bermuda shorts.  He was holding a 
magazine, but instead of reading he was looking straight at 
the three little girls who were playing on the grass twenty 
feet away from him.  It was obvious that he was very 
excited; his face was flushed and his tongue was running 
along his upper lip, and although he was holding up the 
magazine with his left hand his right was resting on his 
lap, where his middle finger was surreptitiously scratching 
the bulge of an erection through his shorts.

David looked back to the girls.  This guy was certainly 
getting plenty of visual encouragement!  Once again Jasmine 
and Sam were tickling Ines, and firm young bottoms were 
constantly on display as the girls twisted and sprawled 
over each other.  Ines, whose plump breasts seemed always 
on the verge of escaping from her tight bathing suit, tried 
to turn the tables on the other two, quickly sitting up and 
forcing Jasmine down on the grass while digging her fingers 
into her ribs.  Jasmine tried to wriggle away and in the 
process lifted her knees and opened her legs wide.  Because 
of the extreme cut of her spandex suit the outer edges of 
both lips of her barely concealed vulva were briefly 
exposed, pouting out from between her open thighs.  The man 
on the recliner froze momentarily, staring hard, and then 
resumed touching and worrying his erection more intently 
than before.  His mouth was hanging opened slack-jawed, and 
David noticed that his lower lip was trembling.

“Well, what do we have here?” Marissa said quietly.  David 
hadn’t realized that she had noticed the excited man as 
well.

“Do you think we should do something?” he whispered.  “Get 
him to stop, or warn the girls?”

“No!” Marissa hissed under her breath.  “No, just let him 
be while we watch.”  She looked quickly at David and then 
back to the man, biting her lower lip.  “He’s not hurting 
anybody ... let’s see just how far they can push him.”  
Although she was very quiet and controlled, David sensed 
excitement in her voice.  He himself was feeling an odd 
excitement as well, imagining the effect the girls were 
having on the man, teasing and frustrating him as they 
unwittingly fed his pedophilic lust and self-pleasure.  
David and Marissa continued to watch, and didn’t have very 
long to wait until the girls drove their voyeur over the 
edge.  The man’s mouth opened wide and he closed his eyes, 
a frown of troubled relief contorting his features.  He 
looked around guiltily and then stood up and haltingly made 
his way to the bar, holding the magazine in front of his 
lap.

Marissa chuckled quietly.  “Heading for the men’s room, I’d 
guess,” she said.  “Bet he’s got quite a mess to clean up.”

“Oh, yes,” David said, watching him go.  “They really got 
him, didn’t they?”

“Mmm, yes, they did.”  She looked at the girls who were now 
chatting quietly.  “And no wonder ... just look at them ... 
so beautiful, so enticing.  What man could resist?”  She 
looked at David and winked, then sat up straight and 
stretched.  “So,” she said, did you want to have lunch?  To 
tell the truth I’m not feeling particularly hungry at the 
moment.”

“Me either,” said David.  He looked into her eyes.  “At 
least not for lunch.”

She smiled at looked up the hill towards her cabin.  “You 
want to ...?”

“Oh yeah,” he said quietly.

Marissa stood up, her face flushed, and walked over to 
Jasmine and the other girls.  “Hey, Jazzy,” she said, 
“David and I are going up to the cabin for a while ... the 
sun’s too hot out here today.  You be okay for a while 
alone?”

Jasmine looked up from where she was sitting with her legs 
splayed out in front of her on the grass.  “Sure,” she 
said, “no problem,” and immediately turned to Sam.  “Okay, 
it’s your turn to massage my neck now...”

Marissa smiled and took David’s hand.  “Just let me know if 
you need anything,” she called back as they started up the 
path to the condo.

“Yep, I will, no prob,” Jasmine said, her eyes blissfully 
closed as Samantha began to rub her neck and shoulders.

* * * * *

On the way up to the residence condos David told Marissa 
about his picnic with Jasmine.  When he mentioned the 
special photo sets she stopped and looked at him.

“So she told you about that, did she?”

“Yes, she did,” David said.  “Gave me a sample, too.”

Marissa’s eyes opened wider.  “A sample?”

David shrugged.  “Well, she had brought her camera and she 
had me take some pictures of her ... I hope that was all 
right.  I felt a bit awkward about it ... didn’t know how 
you would feel about it.”

“You are a decent sort, aren’t you?” she said, smiling at 
him.  “No, that’s fine.”  She reached out and touched his 
face.  “She must really trust you to reveal that to you.”  
She took his hand and they continued walking up the path.

“So, uh, do you do a lot of pictures like that?  I mean, do 
you have a lot of clients for them?”

“No, not really.  There are only a few men who ask me for 
them.”

“Have they met Jasmine?”

“Oh no, they never see her in person.  And it’s only her in 
the pictures, alone, in case you were wondering about 
that.”

“What?  Oh, no, I wasn’t suggesting ... I mean, I didn’t 
think that ...”

“They’re pretty harmless, really.  There’s no, you know, no 
actual sex in them.  Just a pretty little girl who likes to 
tease.  She has fun, and the men get to enjoy themselves.”

“I’ll bet they do,” David laughed.

“Oh yes,” Marissa said.  “Quality alone time.”  She grinned 
at him and wrinkled her nose wickedly.

David swallowed hard.  “Well, you’re certainly honest about 
it,” he said.  “And Jasmine knows what they do with the 
pictures, right?”

“Of course!  She loves to get them excited like that.  Even 
though she’s never had any sexual experience herself she 
knows very well what her pictures to do men.  Some men, at 
any rate.  It’s a good thing she didn’t know that guy was 
watching her and her friends back there by the pool, or she 
would have given him a show that would have had him jerking 
himself silly instead of just teasing his prick with a 
finger!”

“I guess that would have been pretty awkward,” David 
laughed.

Marissa chuckled.  “Yes, but I don’t think it would have 
bothered her.  When it comes to getting men to notice her, 
I think she’d do just about anything.”

“Anything?  I think you’re exaggerating.  See seems pretty 
innocent in some ways.  Open, but innocent.”

“Maybe,” she said.  “Although ‘innocent’ is not the word 
I’d use to describe Jasmine!  ‘Anything’, on the other hand 
...”

They had reached Marissa’s cabin, and soon they were both 
naked on a small couch in the condo’s living room.  David 
was sitting with legs apart, a stiff erection rising 
vertically from his lap.  Marissa was kneeling upright on 
the couch next to him, her full, heavy breasts swaying 
inches from his face.  She looked down into his eyes and 
kissed him softly and sensuously as she reached down to 
tease his erect penis with her fingertips.  In response to 
his moan of pleasure she took his throbbing erection in her 
hand and squeezed it gently.  She arched her back to press 
a voluptuous breast to his mouth.  “Suck me, David,” she 
whispered.  “Please suck me ...”

“Oh God yes,” David moaned as he took an erect nipple 
between his lips and sucked avidly, his tongue swirling in 
circles all around the tip of her generous breast.  Marissa 
sighed with pleasure and began to stroke up and down the 
shaft of his penis, stoking his lust.  Her touch was sure 
and knowing, but deliberately slow and light, keeping him 
quivering on the edge of orgasm.

“Is it good, David,” she whispered.  “Does this feel good?  
You want more, huh?”  Her fingers ran up and down his 
enflamed shaft, keeping it stiff and excited, worrying it 
with tantalizing flicks.  She looked down into his face as 
she teased and pleasured him, and smiled.  “You know,” she 
said, “I think way down deep most men are excited by pretty 
little girls like Jasmine and her friends.  They’re just 
afraid to admit it.”  She began to brush her thumb 
teasingly across the underside of his penis, just below the 
head.  “I think it’s buried deep in men’s subconscious, to 
be excited by sexy little girls, especially little girls 
who love to tease men’s cocks.”  She wrapped her fingers 
around his erection and gave it a single stroke.  “You 
wouldn’t deny you like little girls, would you?  I saw how 
you were looking at them a little while ago.”

David was silent for a few moments, then looked up at her, 
a bit sheepishly.  “Well, yes, I do like little girls, I 
think they’re lovely, of course I do.  But when it comes to 
sex, I much prefer this ...”  He took both her breasts in 
his hands and kneaded them, then set to sucking her nipples 
again, back and forth between her breasts as he squeezed 
them in his hands.  Marissa closed her eyes and smiled, 
then reached down and lightly scratched his scrotum with 
her fingernails.

“Oh yes, I know you like this, David, you really like this.  
But just think about those little girls ... their smooth 
skin, their cute little bums, those firm budding breasts.  
And don’t they have such adorable, tender mouths?  I’m sure 
you notice all that, don’t you?  Don’t you wonder what it 
would be like to run your hands all over those delicious 
little bodies?  Even I do!”  She laughed softly and bent to 
kiss him, flicking her tongue seductively along his lips.

“Oh my God,” he groaned helplessly.  “What are you doing to 
me?”

She grasped his erection in her hand and began to stroke 
rapidly up and down with a feather-light touch, 
simultaneously exciting and frustrating him.  “Imagine, 
David,” she whispered, “wouldn’t you just love it if this 
was a little girl’s hand ... a hand like Jasmine’s?”  He 
looked up at her in confusion, but she just laughed and 
winked at him, and when he began to protest she covered his 
mouth with hers and insinuated her tongue between his lips, 
probing and snaking, seeking, worrying, ensnaring.  At the 
same time she threw her leg over him, straddling his lap, 
and with a single deft motion of her hand guided his rigid 
penis deep into her warm, moist depths.  Then she began to 
move slowly up and down, sliding and writhing on his shaft, 
driving his prick deep into her, its enflamed head 
thrilling with searing pleasure.  She broke off her kiss 
and looked down at him.  He was beyond words, his eyes 
closed and his breathing ragged with helpless lust.  She 
smiled and chuckled softly.

“Is it good, David?” she murmured.  “Do you love it?”  She 
licked her lips lasciviously.  “You need it so much, don’t 
you?  Fuck me, David ... show me how much you need it!”  He 
cried out and grabbed her hips and began to drive his 
frantic cock upwards into her, in and out of her warm, 
sucking cunt.  Within seconds he was exploding in her, 
sending his hot spurts deep between her legs.  When his 
spasms finally abated he held her against him, panting, his 
face pressed between her breasts.  His cock was still 
inside her, his erection slowly subsiding.  She looked down 
at him and smiled.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” she said.  “We should go down and 
see what the girls are up to.”

* * * * *

They found the trio in the pool having a splashing fight.  
When Jasmine spotted her mother and David she climbed out 
of the pool and ran over to them, closely followed by her 
two new best friends.

“Guess what?” she said to Marissa.  “Sam and Ines can sit 
with us at dinner tonight!  Their parents say it’s okay ... 
can they, please?”

“Sure, why not?” said Marissa.  “The more the merrier.”

“Yaaay!” cried Jasmine.  “We’re gonna get all dressed up.  
It’s a special occasion ‘cause they have to leave 
tomorrow.”

Marissa looked at David.  “Any chance you could join us, 
too?” she said.  “I could use the moral support.”

“Of course David’s gonna eat with us too,” cried Jasmine.  
“He just has to!”  She grinned at him.  “Even though this 
time it’ll be four against one!”

David smiled.  “Well, I survived last time, so here’s 
hoping I can again.”

“Goody!” said Jasmine.  She turned to her friends.  “Okay, 
you guys go home and get some of your things and bring it 
to my house so we can try stuff on for tonight.”  They 
turned and scampered up the path to the bungalows.  David 
reached down and caressed Marissa’s enticing rear as they 
watched the girls go.

“I really enjoyed what we had for lunch today,” he said.

She wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned against him.  
“Me too,” she said.  “Delicious.”  She looked up at him and 
made a kissing pout.  “Well,” she said, turning to the 
path, “I guess I’d better get back up there to moderate the 
chaos.”

“Right,” David said, “and I’ll go and try to get more done 
on my journalistic masterpiece.”  He made a wry face.

Marissa laughed.  “Well, when you’ve had enough of that 
come on by so we can have a stiff drink to get ready for 
herding kittens!”

They kissed and David watched her as she ascended the path.  
Then he got a cup of coffee at the bar and sat down to 
continue his scribbling.


* * * * *

David struggled for a couple of hours with the task of 
making literary hacks seem interesting, then went back up 
to his cabin to get ready for the evening ahead.  He 
changed clothes and went to present himself at Marissa’s 
bungalow.  His knock was answered immediately by Jasmine.

“Hi!”  She opened the door wide.  “Come on in, Mama’s in 
the shower and said you should wait here ‘till she’s done.”  
She took his hand and led him to the couch he was very 
familiar with by now.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said politely.  He was trying not to 
stare at her, since she was dressed only in her underwear, 
another flimsy brassiere and nylon panties that were almost 
transparent.  “Uh, are your friends here?” he asked.

“Yep, they’re in the bedroom getting ready.”  It was then 
that he saw the other two girls peeking from the bedroom 
door.  He waved at them and they waved back, giggling.  
“Well, I gotta go back and finish getting dressed,” Jasmine 
said.  “Oh, but first Mama said this is for you.”  She ran 
into the small kitchenette and took a glass from the 
refrigerator and brought it to him, Meyers-on-the-rocks.  
“Mama says you like this,” she said, handing it to him.

“Perfect,” he said “thank you very much!”

“You’re welcome,” she said.  “See ya in a minute ... we’re 
gonna do a fashion show for you!”  She turned and ran back 
to the bedroom.  David took a sip as he watched her go, 
taking in the movement of her pert bottom under the thin 
nylon.

He heard the sound of running water – Marissa was just 
getting into the shower.  He took another sip from his 
glass and looked towards the bedroom when he heard the 
girls talking as they were getting ready.  Jasmine had not 
closed the door when she went in, and he was surprised to 
see Samantha, the little blonde, standing totally naked in 
the middle of the room with her back to him.  He took a 
quick gulp from his drink, but didn’t look away.  As he 
watched she turned around and he saw that she was holding a 
tiny pair of lavender bikini panties in her hands.  He also 
saw that it she was probably younger than the other girls, 
because she was perfectly smooth and hairless between her 
legs.  She stood immobile for a few seconds, and he was 
able to see that although she was very slender the folds of 
her sex were prominent and full.  She stepped into the 
panties and pulled them up.  David felt a pang of 
disappointment.

“Different panties?” he heard Jasmine say.  “How come?”

“Well,” Samantha said, “if anybody sees up my skirt I want 
to make sure the colors match, you know?  The skirt’s 
pretty short.”  She ran to the side out of view and 
returned holding a blue pinafore, which she pulled on over 
her head.  “See?” she said, lifting her skirt to show the 
lavender underwear.  “I think these look a lot better than 
this ...”  She reached under the skirt and lowered her 
panties, then pulled up another pair she was holding, these 
in yellow.  Lifting her skirt again she said, “I think the 
other ones look better with this skirt.”  The other girls 
agreed.  “Well, I better get my blouse on,” Samantha said, 
pulling the pinafore off over her head and pushing down the 
yellow panties.  Once again she was standing totally nude 
in full view of David, who was working steadily on his 
drink with his eyes fixed on her.  She pulled on the 
lavender panties again, and moved out of sight to finish 
getting dressed.

Ines appeared in a black lace brassiere and matching boy-
short panties.  She was holding a red dress up to her body 
and seemed to be looking in a mirror somewhere in front of 
her.  She turned sideways and back again, which allowed him 
to see how fetchingly the tight panties molded her well-
rounded bottom.  “Hm,” David heard her say, “be better 
without this ...” She reached behind her back to the 
brassiere clasp, just as Jasmine moved into the doorway and 
looked out at him with raised eyebrows and her mouth open 
in mock surprise, slowly wagging a scolding finger back and 
forth.  She made a pouting kiss and gently closed the door.  
David looked away in embarrassment, tugging at his trousers 
to hide a tell-tale bulge.

After two or three minutes Jasmine emerged from the 
bedroom, followed by the other two.  “Ta da!” she crowed.  
“Fashion show!”  The girls stood before him in a row, and 
Samantha did a quick pirouette, causing the short pleated 
skirt of her pinafore to flair up and out, displaying a 
quick flash of lavender underneath.

“So, watcha think?” Jasmine said, as the three posed for 
him.  Samantha wore a white blouse under the sleeveless 
blue pinafore, which suggested a simple school dress, 
although one that was quite short, and did a good job of 
showing off her slender, pretty legs.  Ines was in a red 
sheath that clung tightly to her ample curves and came down 
only to mid-thigh.  It was sleeveless with a low neckline 
that rose and fell across the tops of her ample breasts.  
Jasmine was again wearing her gauzy cotton dress, this time 
with a sash at her waist.  She had somehow folded the dress 
under the sash to raise the skirt even higher than it 
already was.  A silk scarf was around her neck.

“Wow,” David said.  “Just ... wow.  You three are gorgeous, 
there’s no other word for it.”  The girls looked at each 
other and giggled, then struck a series of poses such as 
they thought real fashion models might use.

“Well, what do we have here?”  Marissa was standing behind 
the girls, leaning against a door jamb with her arms 
folded.  A white towel was wrapped around her, and another 
held her hair.  “I see they’re keeping you entertained,” 
she said to David with an ironic smile.

“Absolutely,” David said.  “Complete with bar service.”  He 
held up his drink.

“We’re doing a fashion show!” Jasmine said.  “See?  This is 
what we’re wearing tonight.”

“Very pretty,” Marissa said.  “I’m sure you’ll make quite 
an impression on all the gentlemen at dinner tonight ... 
including this one ...” She winked at David.

“Come on, let’s go put lipstick on!” Jasmine cried, and the 
three ran to her bedroom.

“I need to get dressed, too,” Marissa said.  “I’ll leave 
you here to recover your composure.”  She grinned and 
turned to go.  When she reached her bedroom door she turned 
around.  She flashed the towel open briefly to display her 
voluptuous body to him, and licked her lips provocatively.  
“Your escorts will be ready presently, sir,” she said in a 
little-girl voice, and disappeared into her room.

* * * * *

It was a lively dinner, with lots of laughter and 
conversation dominated by the three excited girls.  They 
were seated at the same round table they used the first 
night, with two additional chairs.  Jasmine sat between 
Samantha and Ines, as befitted her role as Queen of the 
Roost.  David had Marissa on his left and Ines on his 
right, who was wearing a subtle perfume that enhanced her 
femininity and distracted him; but the distraction that was 
harder for him to deal with was the view he got of her 
young breasts when he looked down the neckline of her 
dress.  She evidently she had decided not to wear her 
brassiere.  He tried very hard to keep his eyes from 
straying there frequently, but without much success.

As during his first dinner David with Marissa and Jasmine, 
after ordering dessert the girls had gone off to the garden 
to await the arrival of their sundaes.  This was the first 
opportunity the adults had gotten to talk without being 
drowned out by the young ones.

“Alone at last,” David said, smiling at Marissa.

“Too much chaos for you?” she asked.

“Oh no, I think it’s great seeing them have so much fun 
together.  Jasmine seems to be having a ball ... good idea 
to agree to it.”

“To the dinner?  Yes, I knew this would be fun.  I knew 
you’d enjoy it, too.”  She took a sip of wine and winked at 
him.

David was learning that denial would get him nowhere.  
“You’re getting to know me too well,” he said.

Marissa glanced at the chair next to him.  “Quite a body on 
that girl, don’t you think?  And so pretty.”

“They’ll all pretty,” he said, reaching for his beer.  He 
took a gulp and grinned.  “Well, at least this time I don’t 
think there’ll be a gang of girls trying to climb into my 
lap during dessert.”

“Oh, but wouldn’t it be fun having them try?” she said, 
running her hand up along his thigh under the tablecloth.

“You’re a very wicked woman.”

“Oh, yes, I am, I really am.”  She moved her hand up 
between his legs.  She pouted at him as he grew hard under 
her hand.  “Would you want me to be any other way?”

“God, no,” he whispered as she caressed his erection.

“Good,” Marissa said, and withdrew her hand as their 
waitress came out onto the patio with a tray of desserts.  
“Won’t be long before the nymphets catch the scent of this 
... ah!  Here they come.”  Sure enough, the girls were 
bearing down on them from the garden.  They skipped as they 
ran, and Samantha spun around when she reached the table, 
proud of the lavender panties that went so well with her 
blue dress. 

“Only two scoops each!” Jasmine exclaimed, pouting, when 
the waitress put the desserts down before them.

“You didn’t finish the last one, Missy,” Marissa said.  “Be 
grateful for what you get.”

“Oh, well,” Jasmine said, and the three girls went to work 
on their sundaes, spooning the soft ice cream into their 
pretty mouths and licking their lips appreciatively.  As 
David had predicted no one tried to climb onto his lap, but 
occasionally Jasmine looked up into his eyes as she licked 
chocolate sauce from her spoon.  He thought he saw her wink 
at him, but he couldn’t be sure.

Soon after dessert the parents of the two girls arrived to 
chat for a few minutes and to collect their daughters.  
Ines’ father was a doctor from San Juan and her mother a 
painter who was having a showing at a gallery in Charlotte 
Amalie.  Samantha’s parents were blue-eyed and blond like 
their daughter, and were vacationing from Demark.  The 
girls were reluctant to part company and became weepy when 
Ines and Samantha were told that they needed to get to bed 
soon, since they would be leaving early the next morning.

Jasmine was very quiet as she walked with David and her 
mother back up to their condo.  When they were inside she 
wandered around the living room aimlessly while Marissa 
prepared drinks for David and herself.  Jasmine yawned and 
walked towards her bedroom.  “I’m gonna get ready for bed.  
I’m really tired.”  She went into the room, but immediately 
poked her head back out.  “Mama, did you pack my nightgown?  
The old one?”

Marissa had joined David on the couch with their drinks.  
“Yes, it should be there, hanging in the closet.”

“’Kay”, said Jasmine, and closed the door.

“Poor kid,” said David.  “She seems depressed now that her 
friends are gone.”

“Oh, she’ll be all right.  She has their addresses and 
she’ll probably sit down tomorrow and write them letters.”  
David nodded and sipped his drink, and they chatted 
quietly.  After a few minutes Jasmine came out of her room.

“This looks nice on me, but it’s kinda small,” she said.  
“Think it shrunk?”  The nightgown was a deep burgundy 
camisole with thin straps at the shoulders and a filigree 
of lace along the neckline and the hem.  Although it fit 
her it was in fact quite short, falling to only the tops of 
her thighs.

“I think it’s more likely that you’ve grown taller,” 
Marissa said.  “You’ve really started to shoot up 
recently.”

“I guess,” Jasmine said.  She walked around the room 
looking down at herself and smoothing the material with her 
hands.  David wondered if she was wearing anything 
underneath – it was almost short enough to reveal the 
cheeks of her bottom - and he found himself wishing she’d 
lift her arms to raise the hem and settle the matter for 
him!  But she didn’t.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” she said finally.  “Night, 
night.”  She went back into her room and closed the door.

Marissa and David finished their drinks.  “I hope you’ll 
stay the night,” Marissa said.  “But I really need to get 
some sleep ... I’m sooooo tired!”  She put her hand on his 
leg.  “Know what I mean ... would you be disappointed or 
insulted?  Could we just, you know ... sleep?”

David laughed.  “Disappointed, absolutely ... insulted, 
never.”  He took her hand and kissed her palm.  “Besides,” 
he said with a grin, “you already wore me out this 
afternoon!”

* * * * *

The light of a full moon low in the west bathed the bed in 
silver.  A warm, balmy breeze wafted in through the window 
that had been left open to the fragrant night air, gently 
stirring the gauzy curtains.

David awoke to pleasure.  He looked about him in the moon-
drenched room, remembering where he was, and gradually 
became aware that his erect penis was being gently fondled 
by soft, caressing fingers.  He smiled and closed his eyes, 
wrapping an arm around Marissa who was lying naked with her 
back to him, reaching around to touch and arouse him.  He 
cupped her breast in his hand and gently kneaded its soft 
fullness.

“I want you, David,” she whispered.  “Take me this way ...”  
Grasping his erect shaft, she guided it between her legs to 
her warm, moist pussy, waiting and open for him.  As he 
entered her, she looked towards him over her shoulder.  
“Look, David,” she said.  “Down here.”  He lifted himself 
to look over her, and saw Jasmine in the moonlight, lying 
on her stomach next to Marissa on top of the covers, sound 
asleep.

“Uh oh,” David said, and tried to pull away.

“No,” Marissa hissed, “stay, don’t stop!”  She reached 
around and held him, pressing him closer to her.  “Just try 
to be quiet, okay?”

David hesitated.  “All right,” he whispered and again 
gently entered her.  She pressed her wide, firm ass against 
his stomach and began to grind against him as he moved in 
and out of her.

“Mmm, isn’t she pretty, David?” Marissa said softly.  As 
she spoke she reached down and slowly pulled the hem of 
Jasmine’s nightgown up to her waist.  “Look, David ...”  
David’s eyes opened wide in shock.  He had the answer to 
his question - Jasmine in fact had nothing on under her 
nightgown.  Below the lifted camisole, dark in the 
moonlight, the little girl’s shapely bottom shone bright in 
contrast, the cleft between her adorable cheeks in deep 
shadow, her legs extended straight and slightly parted.

“Ooo David, you got so much bigger all of a sudden!” 
Marissa whispered.  “I can feel you ...” She giggled 
playfully.

“I ... oh God ...”

“Shhh ... you have to control yourself, remember?” Marissa 
purred.

David clamped his mouth shut and began to pump faster in 
and out of Marissa’s slippery cunt as he stared at 
Jasmine’s exposed bottom.  He once again grasped and 
squeezed Marissa’s breast as his excited penis writhed and 
lunged inside her.

“Slowly, David,” Marissa whispered, “let’s make this last 
... fuck me nice and slow ... tease your cock ... tease me 
... ”  

Although he could have driven himself to orgasm in seconds, 
David strove mightily to lessen his pace.  Resisting the 
temptation to surrender to his pleasure, he slid his rigid 
cock slowly into Marissa’s maddening warmth, and then 
slowly out again as her tight passage clung to him, 
reluctant to allow his prick to escape.

“Mmm, feel good David?  You like that?”  As she spoke she 
gently took his hand and moved it from her breast to 
Jasmine’s naked bottom.  David stiffened in surprise, but 
didn’t pull away his hand.  Instead, he delicately squeezed 
and caressed the cheeks of the little girl’s bottom, 
playing his fingertips over her firm, smooth flesh, gently 
pinching her, caressing her hips, exploring her.

Marissa ran her fingertips up and down David’s arm.  “How 
is this making you feel, David?  You’re so excited now, 
aren’t you?”  She ground her full ass in circles, sending 
thrills of pleasure through his cock as he struggled to 
maintain control inside her.  “Need to come, David?  Is 
this making you need it more?”  She put her hand on his and 
giggled.  “Good ...”

David closed his eyes and moaned, disturbed and 
tremendously excited by the knowledge that he was fucking a 
woman who was deliberately provoking his lust for her 
daughter.  Without realizing what he was doing, he moved 
his hand to Jasmine’s thigh and slid his fingers down 
between her parted legs.  Drunk with pleasure as his cock 
slid in and out of Marissa’s tight cunt, he now felt the 
wetness of Jasmine’s little vulva envelop his middle 
finger, which he gently moved back and forth between her 
tender labia as he slowly fucked her mother.

“That’s it, David, just like that,” Marissa whispered, “so 
good, so good ...” As she watched David fondling Jasmine 
she reached down between her legs and teased his balls with 
her fingernails each time his engorged penis slid forward 
into her.  David moaned and moved his hand back to grope up 
and down the entire front of her body as they continued to 
thrust and writhe together.  Jasmine stirred in her sleep, 
turning over onto her back.  After murmuring a few 
incoherent words, she was again deeply asleep, with her 
hands resting on either side of her face and one leg bent 
at the knee.  The nightgown was still pulled up to her 
waist, and David gazed down at her exposed vulva glistening 
wetly in the moonlight.  He couldn’t control himself any 
longer.  He began to fuck Marissa faster as he stared 
between the little girl’s legs, saw her little hooded 
clitoris nestled at the top of the crevice his finger had 
just explored.

“Yes, David, yes,” Marissa moaned as he thrust in and out 
of her.  Her breath caught convulsively as one orgasm after 
another overtook her.  “Come, David,” she gasped.  “Come 
while you look at her ... fuck me and pretend ...”

And he did, suppressing moans of helpless pleasure as his 
cock bucked and ejaculated inside of Marissa while he 
stared between the legs of an enticing eleven-year-old 
girl.

* * * * *

David was alone in Marissa’s bed when he awoke in the 
morning about five hours later.  He quickly got up and 
dressed, and went out into the kitchen area where Marissa 
was putting out breakfast.

“Hi!” she said.  “I just had some eggs and bacon sent up 
from the restaurant ... that okay with you?”

“Yes, that’s fine, yes,” he said quietly.

“And here’s some coffee,” she said, pointing to paper cups 
on the table.

“Where’s Jasmine?” he asked as he picked up a cup and took 
a sip.

“In her room.  She’ll be out in a minute.”  She looked at 
him inquiringly.  “You okay?  You seem kind of, I don’t 
know, kind of subdued.”

He hesitated, looking out the window, then turned and 
looked at her.  “Listen,” he said, “about last night ...”

“Shh,” Marissa interrupted him, “don’t worry about it.”

“But I feel weird about what ...”

“Shh,” she said again, pressing a finger to his lips.  
“It’s all right, really ... it’s just fantasy, just games, 
don’t feel guilty or upset.  Just relax and allow your 
feelings to express themselves ... be open to what’s inside 
you.  You’ll be happier in the long run.”  She put her arms 
around his neck and kissed him.  “I, for one, had a great 
time last night!  And I got the feeling he did too.”  She 
lowered her hand and pressed it into his crotch, just as 
the door to Jasmine’s bedroom opened.  David turned and 
looked towards her as she came out of her room, 
searching her face for any sign of – well, he didn’t know 
of what, just any kind of change in her.

“Hi, David!” she said brightly.  She was still dressed in 
the burgundy camisole.  “Guess you musta been real tired, 
you slept late.”  She went over to the kitchen table and 
sat down, picking up a piece of bacon and nibbling on it.

“Well, yes, I guess I was.  I feel fine now, though.”  And 
in fact he was feeling greatly relieved that Jasmine was 
oblivious of what had happened during the night.  He 
noticed, too, that she had put on underwear before coming 
back out into the kitchen, a pair of yellow cotton panties.  
It would have been pretty outrageous if she hadn’t, because 
as she sat now nibbling the bacon she pulled her left foot up 
onto the seat of her chair, so that she was facing him with 
the nightgown hiked up and her legs spread wide apart.

Just then the telephone rang in Marissa’s room and she went 
in to answer it.  David walked to the table and sat down 
opposite Jasmine.

“So, have any plans for today?” he asked as he helped 
himself to a portion of scrambled eggs.

“Nothing special.  Go swimming I guess,” she replied, 
reaching for another piece of bacon.

“Maybe you’ll meet some other nice kids like Ines and Sam,” 
he offered hopefully.

She sighed.  “Yeah, maybe.  Don’t know.”

Marissa came out of her room and joined them at the table.  
“Well,” she said, “change of plans.  That was my contact in 
San Juan ... the time for the photo shoot has been moved 
up.  I need to be there tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Jasmine said.  She looked at David.

“Yes.  We need to get ready to leave on the 8:00 flight 
tomorrow morning.”

David put down his fork and looked at her.  “Well ... I’m 
going to miss you.  I ... I thought we’d have a little more 
time.”  Marissa smiled and squeezed his hand briefly.

“Actually we’ll be gone only two days.  I’ll be coming 
back here after that.  You’ll still be here, won’t you?”

“Yes, I plan on a couple more weeks here.  Still gonna miss 
you, though ... both of you!”

Marissa moved her fork in circles on her plate tentatively.  
“Actually,” she said slowly, “I had a thought.”  She 
paused.

“Yes?”

“Yes.  Well, a friend from California is letting me stay at 
a house he owns outside of San Juan, not too far from where 
the photo shoot is going to be.  A woman has been 
recommended to me to look after things at the house while 
I’m working, and to stay with Jasmine ... the shoot is not 
exactly for kids, if you know what I mean.”

“I can guess,” David said, sipping his coffee.

“Yes.  Well, anyway, I was thinking ... Jasmine would 
probably be happier if she had someone she knew staying 
with her, somebody familiar, somebody ... somebody like 
you, in fact.”

“Like me?”

Marissa turned to him.  “Yes, like you,” she said eagerly.  
“If you could get away for a few days and come with us it 
would be perfect!”

“Yes!” cried Jasmine.

“I mean, the house is lovely, right on the beach, plenty of 
room.  It’s an isolated area, next to a nature reserve, and 
I’m worried that Jasmine would be bored to tears if she had 
only a middle-aged babysitter for company.  It would just 
be the two of you, but I know you could find things to do.  
You’d be able to work on your writing, if you wanted, no 
distractions.  And of course I’d be joining you in the 
evening ... we’ll be wrapping up early each day.”

David frowned, conflicted.  “Well ...”

“Oh, and of course I’ll foot the bill,” Marissa 
interjected.  “Airfare and such, all expenses.”

David sat back in his chair and sighed.  “I ... I don’t 
know,” he said.  “I have an interview scheduled for today, 
and another tomorrow.  This just may not be the right time 
for ...”

Jasmine ran around the table and sat down on his lap.  
“Please,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.  “It 
would be so much fun, just you and me.”

“I ... I’m sorry.  I’d really love to, but I just don’t 
think I can.”  He took Jasmine’s hands and gently kissed 
her cheek.  “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

Marissa sighed and got up from the table.  “Well, I tried,” 
she said.  “Jasmine, you’d better go and start getting 
together whatever you want to bring.  Pack lightly, 
though.”  Jasmine hugged David again and then got off his 
lap and walked slowly to her room.  Marissa turned to him.  
“I guess you should go and get ready for your interview,” 
she said quietly.

“Yes,” he said.  “Look, I’m really ...”

“Shh,” she said, and kissed him gently on the lips.  “It’s 
okay ... no hard feelings, work is work.”

“Unfortunately,” he said, and started towards the door.

“But if you change you mind,” Marissa called after him, “an 
airport cab will be picking us up at 7:00 tomorrow 
morning.”  He nodded and went out the door.

* * * * *

The clock said 5:30 AM.  David had been tossing and turning 
for an hour, and now lay in bed staring at the ceiling 
thinking of Marissa, of seductive, enigmatic Marissa, of 
Jasmine in her satin camisole, of the warmth of her on his 
lap in her yellow panties ...

“Fuck it,” he said, getting out of bed and fetching his 
overnight bag from the closet.

He was waiting for them when Marissa and Jasmine entered 
hotel reception.  Marissa raised her eyebrows and smiled 
when she saw him, but without much surprise.  Jasmine ran 
to him, wrapping her arms about his waist.  “Goody!” she 
cried.

As they got into the waiting cab Jasmine made him sit 
between her and her mother.  She wrapped an arm around his 
and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” she said happily.  She 
put her hand on his leg and moved it up and down 
affectionately.  “I brought my camera so we can take lots 
of pictures.  This time I’m gonna get some good ones of 
you.”  She sighed contentedly, her hand resting comfortably 
high on his thigh.

As the cab started Marissa took his other arm and held it 
close.  She turned to him and smiled, then brought her lips 
close to his ear.  “Don’t worry, it’s only two days,” she 
whispered.  “But anything can happen in two days.”  She 
flicked her tongue in his ear.  “Anything.”

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