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 Lena - Part 1 - Birthday Girl

   I met Carol in a café where I was having lunch.  It was fairly busy, and
although I could have sat elsewhere, I asked if I could join her on her
table, It was a table for four, and she was the only one sitting at it.  I
thought she looked rather nice, and as I wasn't in a relationship at the
time, thought that maybe my luck would change.

   Carol looked to be in her early 30s (in fact she was 32), with longish
dark hair and green eyes.  She had no objection to me sitting with her, and
we struck up a conversation.  Just general things, you know, the weather,
the economy and how expensive everything is.  We seemed to get on quite
well, and I happened to mention that I was unattached.  Quite surprisingly
she latched on to this, and told me that she had divorced her husband about
three years ago, and apart from a couple of flings had not had a regular
relationship.  She had not had much interest in men, and with an 11 year
old daughter, found it difficult to go out and meet anyone.

   By the time we had finished our meals, we had become quite good friends,
and she agreed to meet me again on Saturday evening when her daughter would
be with her father for the night.  As part of the divorce, he could have
his daughter stay overnight every other Saturday.

   We seemed to hit it off quite well, and the following weekend we agreed
that I would pick Carol and her daughter, Lena, up on Saturday afternoon,
and go for a walk along the beach.  I got the impression that Carol was
quite interested in me, but was taking things slowly rather than rushing.

   Maybe I should tell you something about myself.  I'm Steven, generally
known as Steve, and am 36.  I got married when I was 21, and we were very
happy for about 10 years, apart from the fact that we never had any
children.  I had always wanted to, and I'm sure my wife was the same, but
after lots of tests we found out that my wife could not have children. 
This seemed to affect her, and she ended up having an affair with my best
friend (he's not any longer!) and we divorced about 4 years ago.  I was so
devastated that until recently I had not had really wanted to become
friends with another woman, but the past year has seen three attachments,
which came to nothing.  So I had been feeling somewhat down, and I was
hoping that Carol might be `the one'.  I don't have a particularly good
job. I work in an office for a local bakery.  Fairly mundane but it pays
the bills, which is all I look for.

   The following Saturday I met Lena for the first time.  She was so like
her mother it was unbelievable.  She was a little shorter than Carol, same
colour hair and eyes, and when you looked at her there was no doubt she was
her mother's daughter.

   The afternoon went well, and Lena and I seemed to get on well together.
Much as I had been taken with Carol the first time I met her, I immediately
felt what I suppose you could call a connection with Lena.  Carol seemed
pleased with how Lena and I got on.  I was definitely getting the
impression that things were going well between Carol and I, and as well as
the afternoon, I spent the evening with them as well.  We all had an
enjoyable time, and after Lena had gone to bed, her mother and I
consummated our relationship.  Carol told me afterwards, that she had
wanted to wait until I had met Lena, and if she and I had not got on, Carol
would have ended our friendship.  It appeared that Carol would not want a
relationship where there was any tension between her partner and her
daughter.

   Over the next couple of months I saw a lot of Carol, and quite a bit of
Lena.  I had got to the stage of staying overnight sometimes at Carol's,
although she had stayed over at my flat if Lena was at her dad's, or was
staying overnight with friends.  Carol was always open with Lena, after all
she was 11, and fully aware of what can happen if a man and woman are
together.

   As I was spending more and more time with Carol and Lena, the three of
us were becoming comfortable with each other.  Although I loved Carol,
whatever love may be, I found I was being attracted to Lena as well.  She
was a developing 11 year old after all, and although I had never thought
sexually about children before, I was starting to get some odd feelings. 
It was nothing out of the ordinary, but I started to notice, even enjoy,
when I was at Carol's and Lena was wearing a skirt or dress.  When watching
tv in the evening, sometimes she would lie on the settee and I could see up
her skirt, other times she would sit on the floor with her knees up, and I
could see her knickers.  A few times when she was ready for bed I would see
her just wearing a t-shirt and knickers.  Although her mother was in the
room as well, and presumably was aware, she never said anything.  But I
found these views exciting, although as I said there was nothing outrageous
about it - I guess all girls do the same sort of thing when they are at
home and relaxed

   The biggest surprise was the day of Lena's 12th birthday.  This was
about three months after I had met Carole.  As her birthday was during the
week, Lena was having a party with her friends on the following Sunday, but
to celebrate her birthday, we were going out on the Tuesday evening, just
the three of us.

   I had booked a restaurant that I knew to be good, and I hoped that Carol
and Lena would like it too.  Being a single mum, Carol had not had the
chance to go out much and I hoped that I could introduce her and Lena to
some of the pleasures of life.  We took a taxi, as both Carol and I
intended to have some drinks, and it would not be appropriate to drive
having had a few drinks.

   I arrived at Carol's about half an hour before the taxi was due, so I
could give Lena her present and see what she had received from her mother.
I had bought a new mobile phone for Lena, and she had got some make-up and
clothes from her mother.  She hadn't received anything from her father, but
I learnt that that wasn't surprising.

   I thought both Carol and Lena looked lovely.  Carol was wearing a green
A-line skirt and a white blouse, Lena had on a white skirt with a pink
flowery pattern and a pink top with thin shoulder straps.  As it was summer
and rather warm, a lot of clothes weren't necessary.  Both wore flat shoes,
and Lena had on a pair of short white socks.

   The meal went extremely well, and I was a little surprised that Carol
suggested that Lena try some wine with her meal.

   "After all," said Carol, "she's growing up now, so she needs to try
these things."

   As I said the meal went well, but I did notice that Lena had had two
glasses of wine.  Not that Carol and I skimped, we had two bottles of wine
in total, and were glad that we had booked a taxi home.  When it arrived we
all bundled into the back of the taxi, and I was between the two girls. 
The wine was having an effect and I put a hand on both their knees.  I knew
Carol would not have a problem, but should I have put a hand on Lena's
knee? She said nothing, but just rested her head upon my shoulder.  I don't
really know what came over me, but I moved my hand up Lena's thigh, under
her skirt.

   "Ok?" I whispered to Lena.

   "Yes," she mumbled quietly.

   I left my hand there for a bit, but although Lena didn't stop me,
thought it better not to move my hand up any further!  And anyway, what was
I doing with hand up a young girl's skirt.  My thoughts went back to the
first time I put my hand up a girl's skirt.  She was 11, and was the sister
of one of my friends.  I was 13 at the time and with my friend and his
sister were playing a game of truth or dare.  Needless to say, the game was
becoming a bit sexual and my friend asked his sister if any boys had
touched her under her skirt.  She didn't seem to want to answer, so I guess
a boy had had a feel, but she didn't want to say.  So rather than tell the
truth, my friend dared her to let me put my hand up her skirt.  She
accepted the dare and laid down on the floor.  I knelt beside her and ran
my hand up her leg until I could feel her knickers and touched her between
her legs.

   Suddenly, I came back to the present.  Here I was, well into my 30s with
my hand up a 12 year old girl's skirt.  Ok when you are only 13, but 36? 
As an adult I had never considered doing anything like this.  Maybe it was
the drink.  Maybe it was because Lena didn't stop me.  I knew I shouldn't
be doing this, but it was ...  exciting!

   Before I knew it we were home.  As the girls went indoors, I paid the
taxi driver, and gave him a good tip.  Compensation for having felt under
Lena's skirt I suppose.

   When we got inside I found Carole slumped on the settee.  Lena had gone
to the loo - somewhere I needed to go as well.  Thankfully, Lena did not
take too long, and I rushed in as soon as she came out.  As we passed, I
smiled at Lena and she smiled back.  I gave her a little kiss on the
forehead.

   When I got downstairs, the girls were both on the settee, one each end
of the three-seater.  I sat between them and as I put my arms around them,
my left hand naturally went down to Carol's tits.  My right hand also fell
to Lena's chest.  At 12 she wasn't developed like her mother, but there was
definitely something there.  But I noticed that she was obviously aware as
I felt her little titties, but she did not stop me.

   After a short while I said, "Anyone want a drink?"

   "Yes, please," said Carol, "but I've got to go upstairs first."

   "Yes please," said Lena

   "Ok." I replied, and to Carol I said, "what can Lena have?"

   "Whatever," said Carol, getting up and heading for the door, "I'll have
some wine."

   "What you want, Lena?" I asked

   "Same as mum, wine," she replied.

   "Ok, wine coming up." I went over to the drinks cabinet, opened a new
bottle of wine and poured three glasses.  Carol came back down just as I
finished.  Instead of sitting on the settee she sat in one of the
armchairs. I gave them their drinks, and we sat chatting for a while and
drinking our wine.  Lena seemed to like hers as she drank it quicker than
either her mother or I.  She was showing signs of being somewhat tipsy -
not surprising as by now she'd had quite a bit of wine.  I think even I
would be tipsy after that much.

   As I sat next to Lena, she dug me in the ribs.  "What did you do that
for?" I asked.

   "Cos I wanted to," she replied.

   With that I turned and tickled her in the ribs.  Lena squealed a little
and then dug me in the ribs again.  I tickled her back, and she wriggled a
bit and kicked her legs up, her skirt riding up her thighs, but
unfortunately not high enough!

   After a few seconds I stopped, and Lena dug me in the ribs again.  "Do
that again," I said, "and I'll put you over my knee!"

   "I'm too big to go over your knee," she retorted, digging me in the ribs
once more.  I noticed that her words were a little slurred.

   "Right, young lady, over my knee with you." And to Carol I said, "That's
all right, isn't it?"

   Carol was sitting, almost slumped, in the armchair, but was seeming to
enjoy our antics.  "Go ahead," said Carol.

   So I took hold of Lena and although she feigned resistance, moved her
face down over my lap.  I placed my hand on her bum.  She wriggled a bit
but not enough that I had to take it away.  Then I smacked her playfully -
I didn't want to hurt her, it was just a bit of fun.

   And then almost giggling, "Anyway, you're not hurting me."

   I was enjoying smacking her bum, albeit lightly, so I gave her a couple
of slightly harder smacks, but still not enough to hurt her.  "I'll smack
your bum harder then," I said as I did this.

   "Still doesn't hurt," Lena said, in a sarcastic manner.

   Up until now I had been smacking her through her skirt, and (I supposed)
her knickers.  The wine I had drunk was starting to get to me and I said,
"Well, in that case maybe I should pull your skirt up and smack you on your
knickers."

   I wondered if Carol would say anything.  After all it is not everyday I
go around threatening to lift a young girl's skirt, particularly with her
mother listening and watching.

   "Don't you dare," remonstrated Lena.

   "Are you daring me?" I replied, and turning to Carol said, "Shall I?"

   "Why not?" said Carol, "she needs to be taught a lesson."

   "Right, Lena, up with your skirt." She made a bit of an attempt at
stopping me, but without any trouble at all I exposed her lovely light blue
cotton knickers.  I think in a way she was almost enjoying out game as much
as I was.  I put my hand on her bum and felt those knickers.  I was getting
excited enough what with Lena lying across me, being so close to such a
lovely 12 year old girl.  But to feel her knickers?  My cock was certainly
reacting to the experience.

   "Are you ready for me to smack you again, Lena?" I asked, and to Carol
"Ok?"

   "Carry on, Steve," said Carol.

   So I started to smack Lena again, not too hard, but firmly.  "Doesn't
hurt," said Lena, still in that sarcastic manner.  I rested my hand on her
bum, and then started to rub my hand over the cotton material, feeling each
of her cheeks.  I even ran my hand down the cleft between her cheeks and
down to the gusset of her knickers.  I looked over to Carol.  She was
watching what I was doing, but made not comment or tried to stop me.  Mind
you, Lena wasn't stopping me either.

   I gave Lena a few more slaps, this time just a little bit harder. 
"Still doesn't hurt," she repeated again, after each time I hit her.  I was
still only playing, of course, like I know she was, I still had not
intention of hurting her.

   "I don't know," I said, "what are we going to do with you?"

   Carol then said something which I was really surprised at.  "Why don't
you smack her on her bare bum?" Maybe the drink had got to her.  Maybe the
drink had got to us all.

   "That's a good idea, Carol," I said.  "What do you think, Lena?"

   I expected her to object to this suggestion, but her reply was simply,
"Still won't hurt!"

   I wasn't sure whether Carol was really serious - after all Lena would
have to have her knickers down for me to smack her bare bum.  I didn't
think her mum would really want her to do that.  So I said to Carol.  "Do
you really want me to smack her bare bum?"

   "Yes," said Carol, "and give it a really good smack."

   "Ok then," I replied, still a little unsure.  Oh well, here goes.  But
getting Lena's knickers down was not going to be as easy as just pulling up
her skirt.  As she was lying across me, her knickers would not come down
unless she moved off my lap first.  "Lena, if I'm going to smack your bare
bum, you're going to have to move so we can get your knickers down."

   "Stand up Lena," said Carol, "and take your knickers off.  Then Steve
can give you a good hiding."

   I was again surprised.  Mum telling her daughter to take her knickers
off with me right there.  Ok, she had her skirt on, but is it usual for
young girls to take their knickers off like that?  I didn't think so, but
it was a nice thought that lots of girls would!  I was also surprised that
Lena didn't argue.  I helped her get up from my lap.  She stood up, reached
under her skirt and pulled her knickers down.  She let them drop to the
floor and stepped out of them, picking them up and flinging them onto the
settee beside me.  There was this beautiful 12 year old girl standing in
front of me naked underneath her skirt.  How I wanted to lift that skirt up
and look at her cunt.  My cock was straining at the thought.

   "Ok," she said, to neither of us, or both of us.  She then moved to lie
across my lap.  Much as I had enjoyed the closeness of her as she had lain
across me that evening, and much as I knew I would enjoy it again, she had
got a bit heavy across me, so I suggested that she lay over the arm of the
settee.

   "Is that ok?" I said to both Carol and Lena.  No objection from mum, and
Lena bent over the arm of the settee closest to where her mum was sitting.

   Lena had simply laid across the arm of the settee, and I said to her,
"Lena, we're going to have to lift your skirt up so I can get to your bare
bum.  Just stand up a moment."

   She did as she was told and grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it
up before leaning back over the arm with her bum exposed.  She looked so
sexy bending down with her naked bum in the air, and couldn't believe this
was actually happening.  Would I wake up soon?  I looked at Carol and
asked, "Are you ok with this?"

   "Yes," said Carol, "you don't mind, do you Lena?"

   Lena giggled.  "No," she said, "I'm quite enjoying it." She giggled
again.  The drink was definitely affecting her.

   "Let's get on with smacking your bare bum, then," I said, putting my
hand on her bum, and starting to rub it.  Then I gave a little slap to one
of her cheeks, and then the same on the other.  I was afraid that I might
hurt Lena, but obviously I wasn't as she actually giggled.  Now that my
hand was slapping onto her bare skin, there was a sound of flesh against
flesh which was not there when smacking her through the cotton of her
knickers.

   "I think you ought to smack her harder," said Carol.  I didn't want to
hurt Lena, after all this was just a game, but I judged that maybe I could
smack a little harder without hurting her.

   I put my hand on her bum again, and started to rub it, first one cheek,
then another.  I looked at Carol as I was doing this.  "Ok?" I mouthed to
her.  "Yes," she mouthed back.  Was I dreaming?  Was this mother really
letting me feel her daughter's bum?  The only answer was yes.

   Then I gave Lena four or five slightly harder smacks in quick succession
on one cheek, then the same on the other.  "Still doesn't hurt," she said,
with a little giggle in her voice.  I rubbed her bum cheeks some more, and
started moving along the cleft between them.  Then I gave her a sharp smack
on one cheek, harder than I intended.  "Ow," she said, "doesn't hurt,
though."

   I think that time I must have hurt her a bit.  Should I do it again? 
Then I slapped her again on the same cheek, but intentionally quite a bit
harder.  "Ow, that did hurt," she said and stood up.

   "Sorry," I said, "I didn't really want to hurt you, it was just a good
game.  Shall we sit down now"

   "Yeah, ok," she said.

   "Have you finished?" asked Carol.

   "Yes, I think so," I said.

   I sat down on the settee and Lena bent down to pick up her knickers from
next to where I was sitting.  I grabbed them and held them out of her
reach, saying, "Carol, can Lena put her knickers back on?"

   Carol replied, "No, I think she ought to leave them off now.  Ok, Lena?"

   "Guess so," said Lena, but not in such a resigned manner as I would have
expected.  It almost seemed as if Lena was more than happy not to wear her
knickers.

   As I was still holding her knickers, just so that she wouldn't be able
to put them on again, I put them in one of my trouser pockets.  I don't
think she noticed.

   "Well," said Lena, "if I can't wear my knickers, then neither can you,
mum."

   This seemed a fair enough comment, so I continued, "She's right - why
don't you take your knickers off as well." This would not be half so
exciting as knowing Lena didn't have any on.  Obviously as I had been
having sex with Carol, seeing her in her underwear, or naked, was quite
normal.  It was different with Lena though.  I was not used to seeing 12
year old girls in their undies or naked, or even just knowing they weren't
wearing any knickers under their skirts.  But it would be nice to get used
to it!

   Carol was still much the worse for drink - no doubt why I was able to
smack Lena's bare bum.  "Ok, why not." She stood up, a little wobbly, and
like her daughter earlier reached under her skirt and took her knickers
off. "There we are, you lucky man, Steve.  You've got two girls with no
knickers on."

   "Yes, but it's not as if I can take advantage - you've both got your
skirts on, so I can't see anything.  It's as if you've still got them on."

   "Oh, dear, poor Steve," said Carol.  Then she whispered something to
Lena, who whispered back, but I didn't manage to hear what they said. 
"It's not fair, is it, Lena?"

   "What's not fair, mum?"

   "Well, here we are without our knickers, but Steve has still got his
pants on.  Don't you think he should take his pants off?"

   As you can imagine, I was not too sure about this.  Ok for a man to see
a woman (and a girl) in an undressed state, but a bit different when it's
the man taking clothes off.  Anyway, a woman can take her underwear off if
she's wearing a dress or skirt and not show anything.  But a man can't take
his underwear off in the same way.  He's got to take his trousers off
first, and then when his pants go, he's left exposing himself, probably
with an erection!

   "Yes, mum, I think he should."

   With that both Carol and Lena attacked me, Carol trying to undo my
trousers and Lena trying to hold my arms so I couldn't stop her.  Whilst I
am not shy with women (I've had a few girl friends and being naked with
them has never been a problem) this was first time it appeared I was going
to show my manhood to a 12 year old girl.  I comforted myself in the
knowledge that what was happening was being masterminded by her mother, and
if she didn't mind, then why should I.  Lena had excited me earlier on,
especially seeing her naked bum, so I suppose it would not be unreasonable
for her to see me.  I decided to go along with the girls and let them strip
me, hoping that afterwards I would be able to see them in a similar state
of undress, especially Lena.  Although I had seen and had a good feel of
her bum, I had not seen her cunt, and I was hoping that I would before the
evening was over.

   Once Carol had undone the waistband of my trousers and pulled the zip
down, she started to pull them down.  Despite my earlier reservations, I
was actually enjoying these two girls pulling at my clothes.  I was excited
and could feel my cock was getting hard.  Very shortly it would be really
hard, but Lena, and Carol, would see it.

   "Stand up, Steve," ordered Carol.  I managed to stand up, not that I
would have tried not to anyway.  I was looking forward to the girls seeing
my erection.  Having stood up, Carol pulled my trousers down.  I stepped
out of them and stood there in my boxer shorts, an obvious excitement
inside them.

   "Look Lena," said Carol, "it looks like Steve is excited - see the front
of his pants?" And then Carol whispered something to Lena, which I did not
catch.

   "Well, what do you expect," I said, "two gorgeous girls pulling at my
clothes."

   "But you still haven't got your pants off - after all, we've not got our
knickers on."

   Carol whispered to Lena again.  She continued talking to Steve, "Well,
when you've got your pants off, we'll take our skirts off.  Yes, Lena?"

   "Yeah, right," said Lena.  I think I now know what Carol was whispering
to Lena.  Also I knew that if my pants came off I would see Lena's cunt. 
Being used to Carol, with Lena there, Carol paled into insignificance.

   "Say, Lena," said Carol, "why don't you pull Steve's pants down?"

   Oh, my God.  Lena was going to pull my pants down and she would be so
close to my cock sticking out.  How exciting was that.

   Lena stood in front of me and grabbed each side of my boxers and pulled
down.  My erection was hindering the smooth ride of my boxers but the
feeling when my cock sprang up as the waistband rode over it and released
it.  At that point she let go of my boxers and they fell to the ground by
gravity.  I stepped out of them and stood in front of the girls sporting a
proud erection.  This was obviously not the first time Carol had seen it,
but it was the first time Lena, or any young girl since I was a teenager,
had seen it.  It felt good.

   "Ok," I said, sitting back down on the settee, my erection sticking up,
"now it's your turn.  Take your skirts off, like you said you would."

   "Shall I go first, Lena?" said Carol.

   "Yeah, go on," Lena replied.

   So Carol reached behind her skirt and unzipped it at the back, and
slipped it down.  I had always thought that Carol looked amazing without
clothes on, although she was still wearing her blouse and (I could see) her
bra.  I like women with pubic hair, and Carol has a bush of dark hair,
which shows vividly against her pale skin.  So exciting.  Needless to say,
my cock was still erect and seeing Carol like that would do nothing to
diminish that.  But what I was really looking forward to was when Lena took
off her skirt.

   "There we are," said Carol, "I see you are still excited.  Lena, see how
excited Steve is - his cock is really hard." Lena looked again at my cock,
as I had noticed her doing most of the time since she had pulled my pants
down.  "You know why that is, don't you?"

   "Yes, it's because we are being sexy and men get hard when women do
that," said Lena, quite confidently.  It was obvious that Lena knew about
sex, and that was no doubt why she was not concerned about showing her bum
earlier on.

   "That's right.  So now it's your turn to be really sexy and take your
skirt off.  You want Lena to take her skirt off don't you, Steve?"

   "Yes." I said, nervously.  The anticipation of seeing Lena without her
skirt was immense, and here was Carol playing with me, building up the
excitement.

   "Ok, Lena, slip your skirt off."

   I couldn't take my eyes off Lena as she started to pull her skirt down.
It had an elasticated waist so there were no buttons or zips to bother
with. Down the waistband of her skirt came and within two or three seconds
she was stepping out of it.  My cock liked what my eyes could see. 
Although I was erect, the sight of Lena's cunt made my cock strain even
more and I don't think I have ever felt so hard.  But what made it all the
more sexy was that Lena still had her long white socks and her top on.  So
it was just the middle, sexy area that was exposed.  Pure heaven.  I hadn't
seen a 12 year old cunt since I was 14, when I managed to get my then girl
friend to pull her knickers down.  But seeing Lena was the most amazing
experience.  She had already started to grow pubic hair, and there was a
thin covering of dark hair on her mound, which was very pronounced, with a
darker line of hair growing from her slit, although this was still very
noticeable, not having grown enough hair to hide her sex from view.

   "What do you think then," Carol asked me, "do you like looking at Lena's
cunt?"

   Carol was being very blunt, but I replied, "Yes, she looks very nice. 
Very sexy."

   "Oh, gosh," said Carol, "look at the time." It had gone midnight, and
Lena had to be up for school in the morning.  I had to be at work at 7am.
"Lena, you had better go up to bed."

   "Aw, mum!" whines Lena.

   "Bed!" Carol said firmly.  "I'll be up in a couple of minutes.  Say
goodnight to Steve."

   "Night, Steve."

   "Gooodnight, Lena," I said, as she picked up her skirt and went out of
the door.

   After a couple of minutes Carol went up to make sure Lena was in bed
and, I suppose to talk to her about the evening.  While she was upstairs I
was still feeling mesmerised by what had happened, and couldn't get the
thought of having seen Lena's cunt out of my mind.  Even with this, it
would have been nice for her to take her top off.  I'd had a quick feel of
her little titties earlier on, but it would have been nice to have seen
them.

   After about ten minutes Carol came back and cuddle up to me on the
settee.  She said, "Did you enjoy the evening?"

   I thought this was rather a silly question, but then it occurred to me
that there might have been more to the question than I thought, as surely
not many mothers would strip their lover and let their 12 year old
daughters take her knickers off in front of him.

   "Yes," I said, "but I was rather surprised that you let Lena take her
clothes off and see me like this." I was still wearing just my shirt, with
a somewhat deflated cock.

   "Sorry about that," Carol said, "maybe I should have told you."

   "Told me what?" I asked.

   "Now that Lena is 12 I thought she ought to start experiencing sexual
stuff.  I have talked to her about sex and she knows a lot more than she
would have learnt at school.  She has told me that she has already been
naked with a couple of boys in her class.  It's so good that she knows she
can talk to me about such things.  We had agreed that tonight if the
opportunity arose she could be involved with some sort of sexual
experience, although we didn't know how that would work out."

   "So that's why you were so keen for her to take her knickers off, and
for her to see my erection."

   "That's right.  I thought that if she could do something sexy and not be
ashamed about it, with me there to help and guide her, she would not need
to experiment with boys of her own age, but come to respect the idea of sex
and realise that it is something normal."

   "I must say, I found it rather strange that you encouraged her, but she
is such a lovely girl, I went along with it.  And yes, I did like looking
at her when she took her skirt off.  She was adorable." As I was saying
this my cock, which had lost its hardness, had started to rise.  Despite
what had happened during the evening, I was a little embarrassed, and tried
to cover my growing erection.

   Carol noticed my discomfort.  "I see talking about Lena is having an
effect on you."

   "Sorry," I said sheepishly.

   "Don't be sorry, I like your erection, and so did Lena.  We had a little
chat when I went up to say goodnight to her and she said that it was fun
pulling your boxers down.  In fact, she found the whole evening fun.  She
even asked when we could do something like it again."

   This comment hung in the air, until Carol said, "Well,I think we had
better do something about your excitement." She moved over, straddled my
lap and I felt her moist cunt slide over my erect cock.

   I stayed overnight, although I had to be up at six.  Just before leaving
I looked in on Lena, she was still asleep.  Carole was also still in bed
and as I gave her a kiss goodbye she said, "Don't forget that you are
looking after Lena this evening as I have to go out."

   "I'm looking forward to it," I replied, smiling.

   With a knowing smile Carol said, "I'm sure you are."
   END