Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 If you came looking for lolisex, keep looking.  She's completely and
utterly asexual, but also a pervasive environment of eroticism she's
studying in minute detail.  So, it's about sex, but doesn't actually
directly involve sex.  Trigger warnings: Sexism, Nerd, Talk, NS, because
it's intentionally written to piss off the kinds of men that look for
Lolicon stories on these sites.  So, they get bored, and the women can
enjoy some nice sapphic erotica.
Leitmotif: Sneaker Pimps - Think Harder (Bloodsport)

   Brand (Sexual Harrassment, and Nerd)

   "Uh!" There's a cop.

   "Can I help you, young lady?"

   I looked back, "No, he stopped following me."

   "Was he threatening you, in any way?"

   "Besides following me?" I shook my head, "There really should be a law."

   He sighed, "Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do before they commit a
crime."

   "I know," would that this was the first time I had this conversation,
"That's why I said there should be a law."

   "My hands are tied." He spread them.

   "I know," keep walking.

   "How old are you?"

   "Uh!" FAQ.  "Seven?" Mental note.

   "Isn't that kind of young for," he twirled his finger around in front of
his face, "All that makeup?"

   "No?" I can buy it, over the counter, and answer the same question to
the Cashier.

   "Well, maybe that's why."

   "I KNOW!" It's my face, "Let me stop you before you victim blame me, all
right?  They follow me because they want to molest me.  I get that, I'm not
going to stop doing what I love because men can't control themselves."

   "Well."

   "Not All Men.  I know, it only takes one.  Isn't it your job to protect
me?"

   "All right, young lady, I don't like your attitude." Must be Cecil's day
off, he's a lot cooler about it, and where's Lisa?

   "Yeah, well I don't like your boys will be boys attitude, either.  Now,
we done, or am I under arrest?"

   Not just men.  That's the real problem.  Girls do it too, women do it
too, boys do it too, it's just the men I have to worry about not saying
anything, just following me because I like makeup.

   Why?  Because it makes me prettier.  Isn't that enough?  I like science,
too.  You know what?  I get more shit for wearing makeup than for liking
science, but ever since mom did the exact right thing.

   Okay, let me skip back a little.  I guess it was a few months ago, but
most moms when they find their daughter playing with their makeup hide it
or something.  My mom was cool, "You're doing it wrong, here." She sat
down, and we started doing it together.  Mother and daughter, I guess I
learned enough about my face and we stopped, but it's still one of the best
memories about her, growing up.

   None of this "You're too young." Yeah, I just got it enough to write it
on the list, so.  Get out my notebook.

   [x] "What do you expect going out looking like that?"

   [2] "Young Lady." They started calling me that after I started wearing
makeup.

   [x] "How old are you?"

   [ ] "You look so much older!"

   [x] 2 young 4 Makeup.

   Write in "I don't like your attitude." [x]

   Okay, yes I am pretty, and since I use rouge to make it look like I have
cheekbones, lipstick to put some color on my white lips, and so forth, it
does make me look older.  Like, 9?  Okay, lets just say I spend 15-20
minutes a day to look 2 years older, instead of because I like it.  That's
still half the age I need to be for men to try to pick me up for sex.  Do I
look 18?  No, I do not, I'm 7.  I'm too young for sex, but her's the big
secret:
It's not about sex.  Nothing is about sex, because I'm 7.  It's not an
invitation for sex, and if you're attracted to me because I look 9, then
it's still a crime, get it?  Maybe it's not technically illegal, but
looking at little girls, following us until we find a cop, you know what?
That should tell you something right there.  If you don't stop until I talk

to a cop, then all of your excuses are a load of baloney.  Just stop.

   So, I guess I started wearing makeup, "So young" because I liked it, and
it was something my mom could share with me.

   Now I do it because I'm too young for sex, and I can study it for years.
I've got like over 10 years before I'm legally old enough for sex, and
nobody else is doing it.

   "I don't know, why do some girls like dinosaurs?"

   "Don't you mean boys?"

   "No, I know what I mean, my sister loves dinosaurs, and hates makeup. 
She's 12, and she wants to be a Paleontologist.  Why I said Dinosaurs, a 12
year old likes them, Boy's Stuff, and yet I get in more trouble for wearing
makeup.  Isn't that girl's stuff?"

   "Yeah, but," then the conversation turned back around to how old I am.
There is No Age on Makeup!  Look at the label, there's ages on legos, but
that's a safety thing.

   Flip back another page.

   [x] "Isn't that conforming to sexism?"

   Oh yeah, the "Feminist." Hahaha!  This is what I mean by not just men, I
even wrote a Theory of Conservation of Oppression.  I'm kind of proud of
it, so here goes:

   Men say X: Therefore if women do or say X we're helping the men oppress
us.

   "No, you're just telling me what to do, and threatening sexual assault,
so I conform to your feminism.  It's a protest." That seemed to do the
trick, at least she listened, but she still started off with the Expert
Opinion.

   It's my face.  I am an expert on my face, why I wear browns to bring out
my cheekbones, and muted reds to bring out my lips?  No, I know exactly why
I do it.

   FLIP,

   "Well, what about the unconscious desire."

   "I don't have any unconscious desire for sex." Just comparing notes. 
No, I'm not an expert on sexism.  Not yet, "Because I'm seven.  I have a
conscious desire to wear makeup, because I like it."

   [x] "What do you know?"

   I don't even bother with the outright insults.  Bitch, slut, okay how is
refusing sex slutty?  Throw that out, he obviously didn't think about it,
and blurted out the first thing that came to mind to hurt my feelings.

   That's not what I'm studying, it's the thought process behind the
excuses, and accusations.  The assumptions, the commonality of the
responses, it's almost getting to the point where I can script it.  Mid
conversation, but I need to stop using leading questions.  Why I didn't
count the #NotAllMen, not because he didn't say it, but because I poked him
just to see if a Cop would actually think that, right after he saw an
obvious pedophile obviously following me.

   So, the only conclusion I can draw so far is I need more data.  Since
you didn't ask Why I Still wear makeup?  Because it's more fascinating than
the fear of getting stalked, and I already learned a lot about how to deal
with it.

   Now, I get madeup, go out, and look for people to react to it.  At
first, I guess I just imagined a smile.  I know I'm pretty, but the first
thing, I wrote down on the first page, I noticed?

   They used to smile at me.  Because I'm pretty, but now they frown.  They
all do, the makeup makes me even prettier, but because they're not used to
seeing a girl my age, made up so well, they have the opposite response. 
Normal people, I mean.  Sick child molesters, I'll just mark that down as a
public service.  They see me, and they follow me.  I know how to deal with
it, my sister helped, since she turned twelve, but she follows the basic
advice:
Don't go out alone.  Okay, no.  That's sexist living.  I'm beautiful, I
know it, and I'm not going to let rape threats force me to hide that like

I'm ashamed of it.  This is too much fun!

   "Hey, what're you reading?"

   [x] "Hang on." I had to write that down.  "My notes."

   "On what?"

   "I'm doing a study, more like a survey on how normal people react to
stimulus compared to pedophiles."

   "Oh," he looks around, uncomfortable.  Takes his arm off the back of the
bench.

   [x] Pedophile.  "Uh," looks down at the paper.

   "So, you want to talk, or fuck off?"

   [x] Fucked off.

   I wrote down the date real quick before the bus came, and got out my
wallet.

   To the mall.  [x] "Who did your makeup?"

   "I did?"

   "Where did you learn that?"

   "My mom.  Magazines, research.  But mostly my mom."

   "What's that?" [2] In as many minutes.  She read higher on the page,
"Hihihm!  You're studying pedophiles?"

   "Well, all kinds of people.  I just said that to get rid of him."

   "So, that's what the makeup is for."

   "Well, I use it for that, and I like it.  I kind of lucked into the
fascinating effects it has on people."

   "Oh, cool.  So, you like to play scientist?" [x]

   "It's not a game, but.  Huh!  Okay, I'm about the right age so start
learning social interaction.  A few years early to notice men looking at
me, but my sister just turned twelve, so." She nodded.  "It takes a few
years, but I like to analyze and compare different people.  So yeah, it's
fun but also I hope it will help when I go into sociology."

   "Oh, huh!' She nodded.  "They have that, at your school?"

   "Well, of course not.  I'm in second grade, but for college, and I bet I
can get it in High School, but mom encourages our interests in STEM."

   "What's that?"

   "Science, Technology, Engineering and Medicine?" I nodded, "Just all
those fields put together."

   "Huh, you sure don't look like a nerd." [x] "Why do you keep doing
that?"

   "Correlation." She shook her head, "It's like FAQs, or Cliches.  Right
now I just try to keep track of how often someone says stuff like that to
me."

   "So, that means you heard it before?" She looked back over her
conversation.

   "All the time," I nodded.  "It helps me keep it organized.  That's what
I like about science.  Let's say you have a hypothesis, now to become a
theory, you have to do all these steps, in the right order, and then you
start to approach the truth." I held up two fingers, closer, and closer.

   "Scientific method."

   "Yup!  What grade are you in?"

   "Sixth, but I'm home-schooled."

   "That's great, okay so that means you can be satisfied with what your.
Mom?"

   She shook her head, "Dad."

   "Okay, your dad teaches you, or you can use what you learn to find more
of the truth.  That puts the direction in your control, instead of just
riding the bus, or letting your dad drive, once you're done with the
regular lessons, you can look into what you're interested in."

   "You're smart."

   "Thanks."

   "You don't hear that a lot?"

   "Al the time, but that's not what I'm studying.  Okay, huh!  It's not
like, You're Pretty.  I mean, you are, but you can see that, I can see
that."

   "You think so?"

   "Yeah, so anyway, I have to prove that I'm smart, to be listened to
because I'm pretty and I do stupid things like put on makeup when I'm
already pretty."

   "Oh, that's not dumb."

   "Yes, it is.  I know probably better than anyone, because that's what
I'm studying.  It puts me at risk, why I just now got followed by a man,
who might not noticed me if I hadn't been wearing makeup."

   "You write real fast." As fast as I talk.

   [x] "I know.  Learned real quick, keeping notes like this."

   "It's really clear though.  You never heard that before?"

   "No, actually that's a first.  Yeah, I guess.  Well, I know I do it for
easy reference, but now that you mention it, people react differently when
they know I'm writing it down, and can read it."

   "Huh!  Yeah.  You're cool, too."

   "Thanks." I know.

   "Anyone telly you that?"

   "Yeah, but not all the time.  I still like to hear it."

   "So, that's what you're studying, people's reactions?"

   "No, well.  Kind of, it's sorta a part of the methodology.  I'm
interviewing people, to better understand how they think of me, and what
they mean by, some of the things they say.  it's like, being pretty.  Okay,
so that doesn't mean you can't be prettier, but knowledge isn't about
knowing everything.  We can't do that, so there's always more new
discoveries to be made."

   FLIP, "Uh huh?"

   "So, it's really more about knowing better, today than I did yesterday.
You're a year older than you were last year, so."

   "How did you know it's my birthday?"

   SMH, "It is?  Sorry, that was an example, not a guess, but.  Happy
birthday."

   "Yeah, that's why I'm going to the mall, to spend my birthday cash."

   "Oh, cool."

   "Can you show me how to put on makeup?"

   "Yeah,' I looked over her face, "Um, you really have great cheekbones,
but you might want to blend them a little, and some yellow eye shadow to
bring out your eyes."

   She nodded, "I know, probably read the same articles on picking colors
to match, and how to work with the shape of my face.  I'm just not real
good at putting it on."

   "Well, there's a great sample counter in Penny's, and all the makup
ladies know me pretty good."

   "Well, we're almost there."

   "Yeah, better put this up."

   She's gay.  I waited until we got alone, cutting through the parking lot
before I worked it into the conversation.  "Like you being gay." I don't
remember the exact conversation, that's why I take notes.

   She blushed.  "How did you know that?"

   "You flirted with me?  I get flirted with, a lot, every day, and I take
notes?"

   "Oh, yeah.  You?"

   "Not yet," shrug, "Yeah, I heard either you're born that way, or you
aren't.  All this, sexual interaction included homosexual.  Mating,
rituals? I don't know, I did some research, but I haven't talked to a lot
of you about it.  Do you mind?"

   "Not at all, but I'm sorry I was so flirty.  I really didn't think about
it."

   "It's all right, I'm just not ready for sex yet.  So," get out my
notebook, "Why do you find me attractive?" Just leaned up on the counter.

   "I don't know, you're not like the other girls." [x] "Haha!  yeah. 
Okay, so let me think about it?  Is she, cool?"

   "The makeup lady?"

   "To talk about it, in front of."

   "One way to find out, never stopped me before.  She's not going to call
the cops on you, and if she writes Lesbian on your forehead, I'll let you
know, okay?"

   "Hahaha."

   "You don't get any more comfortable not talking about it, so do what I
do.  I don't give a fuck what they think, wouldn't change anything if I
did."

   "Easier said than done."

   "Yeah, took me a while to get the hang of it, but.  You're never too old
to learn."

   "Can I help you?"

   "Tween makeover, you mind if I keep talking?"

   "Not at all."

   "So, yeah." Thought about it, "I guess I expect to be.  you know how
girls are beautiful, and men are.  Well, men.  I mean, all men, I see girls
kissing them on the street, pining after them in the movies, or falling for
such obvious creepazoids, i just have to think Ew.  But, I don't know. 
Yet, I don't feel anything sexual for anyone."

   "Me neither, but i guess I did always knew.  No, I mean, know."

   "I knew."

   "Haha!"

   "Try to hold still."

   "Sorry.  Huh!  I guess, like you said.  I saw all that stuff, and I
didn't start thinking about other girls that way, I just.  Yeah, ew.  Just
a girl kissing a guy is just ew."

   "I'm sorry, would you like to look more butch?"

   "Excuse me?"

   "My daughter, is a lesbian.  So, don't worry about me, but from what you
said, I'm reconsidering whether you want to get the standard look, or
closer to the lipstick lesbian look.  Why don't you tie your hair back?"

   I just took notes.

   "Her wife is lipstick, but it's not the same as the straight makeup, or
the high fashion look." She dipped out the cold creme, "So, I can get more
aggressive with your cheek-bones, if you would like?"

   "Yeah, I like them."

   "Okay, so instead of blending them like that, try to underline them. 
Like this."

   "Can I try that?" She took the brush.

   "Dip some more out.  It's okay to sketch it in, if you can't just pull
it in the straight line, we're going to go over it in pencil."

   "Thanks." I had to laugh.

   "Well, J.C.  Penny should start sending you royalty checks for all the
business you bring in."

   She squinted, and glared, then grinned, nodding, and let the ponytail
fall back.  "Yeah, I like this look."

   She sharpened a pencil, the same color.  "Now, once you have a good line
established, you can start to blend down, the cheek.  To simulate a shadow,
but not too deep.  Yeah, just try to match the other side I did.  Now, hold
still, and I'll show you how to pencil over your line.  You can do mine,
when I'm done.  See?  This is why you put on the rouge first."

   So, we wrapped up, decided to skip on the eyes, and just darken the
brows.  Nice glare, frown, very expressive, and between that and the
cheeks, it really brought out her eyes.

   "See you later."

   "Thanks mom."

   "Your mom?"

   "Yeah," I had to laugh.

   "Is that why you took me in there?" She thought, "And tricked me into
coming out?"

   "Well, huh.I Okay, there wasn't really any 1 reason, and I'm sorry, but
in retrospect.  Yeah, I guess I wanted to clear the air, and then.  Okay,
I'm sorry I lied.  it wasn't really a lie, but a lie of omission, is still
a lie.  In answer to your question, I go in there because I get a huge
discount on makeup, free samples, and my mom wasn't home to give you the
whole tutorial.  But yeah, I didn't think about it."

   "Well, she's really cool."

   "I know.  And hot, and now she thinks I'm a lesbian."

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah, no.  Uh.  Let me breathe a minute, huh!  I'm fine, I mean not
like all right fine, but, I just need to think a sec, okay?  Huh!  She
calls it my science games, and she likes to play too.  That's mostly what
that was, but I kinda played with her head, which is what that whole My
daughter is a lesbian, her wife is lipstick was about?" Wink, "You missed
the way she looked at me, but that was her subtle way of saying it would be
all right.  At work."

   "What?"

   "If I go out with you?"

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, I like you.  You're cool, and I don't have any lesbian friends,
but.  I don't think I want to, just pump you for information, and show you
off as my lesbian friend.  I really want to, find out, what it's like."

   "Being gay?"

   "Well, let's start with having a girlfriend.  Can I hold your hand?'

   "Yeah."

   "I'm Brand." Shook it, "I know, I'll just get all the Brand name jokes
out of the way, it's not Brand New, it's a family name.  Hildebrand, but
mom is Hilda, so to avoid confusion, I go by Brand."

   "Well, I like it, and you don't like Brandy?" I frowned, and shook my
head.  "But you like the way people react to to it."

   "Uh?" Huh, "Okay, you're right, I do.  So?"

   "So, you want to walk around the parking lot, holding hands, and see how
people react to it?"

   "Yeah!" I was just thinking about that!

   "I like your science games too." She looked, pointed.

   "Teenage boys," I laughed, and nodded.

   "It's like, a whole new way to see the world."

   "I know, right?"

   "So, do you just avoid the obvious questions?"

   "Brand." she stopped, holding both hands, and looked at me.  "You told
me your name, and I even told you my birthday."

   "Oh yeah," I blushed, "Huh!" Thank goodness for foundation!  "Sorry,
what's your name, and how old are you?"

   "Giselle, and I'm eleven."

   "French?"

   "I think so, you mean Giselle?  Ooh, there's another one!"

   "After school at the mall.  They're probably here looking for girls
anyway."

   "Yeah, but don't they travel in packs?"

   "Oh no.  I mean, those are the confident ones, they have friends.  Those
last two are lonely, and don't know what to do about it.  So, they just
creep around the mall, and don't say anything."

   "Oh, yeah.  At school, too."

   "Yeah." They're everywhere, but.  "This is risky." I held up her hand."

   "I don't care." She kissed mine, and my heart beat out of control.  "I'm
sorry."

   "Huh!  Let me sit down, can you hug me?"

   "Yeah." She's right there.  I can feel her, even her little boob against
my arm, and that's okay, but anybody can just walk bye and see me.  See us,
me with my girlfriend, and I have a girlfriend, but it's okay, if someone
sees me with her.  "HhhhhHhH!"

   "You get panic attacks."

   "Anxiety attacks?" SMH, "Huh, not as much, any more, it's just so
exciting, and I'm not scared, but.  Mh?"

   She kissed me, and I relaxed.  Bit my lip, and looked down.

   "Well," she lifted my face, "I don't want to hide any more.  Thank you,
for bringing me out of the closet.  Huh!  It just feels so much better, not
hiding it any more." I got out my notebook.  "Well, you feel better!" She
laughed, right up against me.

   "Yeah, it helps." I started getting caught up, on the conversation.  "I
don't want to forget, any of this."

   "Yeah." she squeezed me.

   "Huh!  How do you feel?"

   "Lucky?  To have found such a smart, beautiful, brave little girl."

   "Is that it?" I looked up.

   "Your lipstick, is smeared."

   "Giselle." I looked her in the eye, "Do you like little girls?"

   She looked away, "I don't know." [x]

   "It's okay, I like you too." She kissed me again, real quick.  "Come on,
you hungry?" I pulled her hand.

   "Yeahah, hungry for you."

   "Well, you can fix my lipstick in the food court."

   It's creepy.  Okay, I like it, but it's still like when a boy does it.
Or a man, or even an older woman.  Check that, I don't know if female
molesters are less common, but face facts, I'm 7.  So, obviously who else
would be interested in a 7 year old girl?  "Here." She picked a table.

   "Let me eat first." And think.  "Huh!" It's weird, and I did just have a
couple anxiety attacks, but looking back.  She is, so pretty.  And not shy
about it, and older, and.  Well, they're not boobs, yet.  They don't boob,
if that even is a verb too, but I feel so flat, and little, and
undeveloped. You don't know what it's like, having a brain so far ahead of
my body, and I'm still so non-sexual, but I guess it a little romantic?

   I don't know, but I like it.  She interesting, and interested in me, and
kind of creepy, but it's not the same with a girl.  Instead of a creepy old
lady, or men, and boys, and she is very attractive.

   "CanIhelpyou?"

   "Sorry yeah." Look up at the menue, "Yeah, can I getanumder, 2?  Chips
instead of fries, and a" Fountain behind the counter, "Dr.  Pepper, no
ice." It's a little chilly in the air conditioning, they always crank it
way up for spring.

   {Intellectual/sexual notes: She's still asexual, but studying the mating
habits of humans.  It has a psychological affect, call it the Bieber
effect, where a young sexual harassee finally finds someone
non-threatening. Often with a buffer zone from a celebrity, but it's like
the makeup.  It doesn't have to be sexual, because it's not always about
sex, that's part of what we're studying.  Yes, I kept notes.  For a while,
lost them when I was homeless along with my Corruptor's Pact, and the
certificate I had signed by an ordained (Episcopal) priest declaring me a
heretic.

   She's also an Intellectual top.  Without sex, there has to be some
payoff, or kids just find another game to play.  It's not Domination in the
BDSM sense, any more than she is A Narcissist, but there is some narcissism
there.  She's smart, more intelligent than her peers, and gets some
emotional satisfaction from demonstrating it.  She's pretty too, but much
prefers when someone sees her intellect, through the makeup, past her
prettiness.  If you're going to get to know her, at some point you have to
admit your intellectual superior, and it's a complex, but not Narcissism.

   She doesn't abuse it, while it can escalate to gaslighting, and mind
control, IDK if I'll take her there yet.  It's not narcissism, because it
is true.  She's smarter, actually knows a little more about sex, because
she studies it analytically, and her mother teaches girls how to put on
makeup for a living.  So, that's what this is about, instead of forcing
your opinion on people you see as weaker, or violently raping vulnerable
girls, or taking advantage of it.

   It's about knowing better, and telling your friends, if they will
listen. I know myself better for the exercise, so in retrospect Brand is
more like Astrid only gay-curious, than Stazzy.}

   ;

   Giselle (fg Fant Solo)

   Okay, try to think?  Maybe try writing, I sure can't do it, and hold a
conversation at the same time, but she's so smart, and mature, and.

   She's 7.  Yeah, I like girls, but not like little girls.  She's kind of
tall, and really skinny, but for a 2nd grader.  Didn't she she second
grade? That's like, I can't even remember what I took in second grade, even
if that's just 4 years ago because i didn't write it down.  Good thing we
hooked up after school, I mean.  it's not like a hookup, like that.  Sex. I
think that means sex, and she said she's not ready, but imagine what she'll
look like in a few years when she does start growing up, and gets her
period, that's when i started getting into sex, and.

   Food court, Villa Linda, so the bathrooms are right there, and she said
she had to eat before I fix her lipstick.  From kissing, but I can just
imagine her lips.  Her dark red lips, blotting, maybe biting them over a
napkin, while I'm practically running down the hall.  To the family
restroom, there's a lock on the door, and though I've used it before, it
was always thinking about women.

   Like Linda Beaver.  "In Santafe!" I think that's Texan, while Brand
sounds more Cali, butI wish I had a toy or something in my purse.  "Hm!"
The mascara, has a rounded end for the cap like a sharpy, and it feels a
little cold.  With my panties, and skirt down around my legs, bent over the
folded down changing table, so i can slip it back and forth through my
lips, but I'm still dry and rubbery, so i have to suck on it a little to
get it wet.  Not like a dick, I'm a lesbian, but I have to do something,
and rub circles around in my pubes.  "Ohhhh!"

   God, I'm really doing this thinking about a little girl, right on the
changing table, which is.  Probably better not to think about what goes on
right here with the smell of diapers right there in the trash can next to
it, but.  "Snh!" my fingers are starting to get stinky, and I can stick
them in my nose so, "Snh!" Yeah, "Huh!" I probably sucked on the mascara
enough, and is it starting to leak out, a little?  "Ngh!  hhhhn!" Just fold
my elbow, under my head, and wiggle it around.  In there, until it starts
to warm up, and the coldness feels a little weird.  Dead, a hard tube of
plastic which it is, but.  "HhhhhHh!"

   Yeah.  "Hn, nh mh MH!" Deeper.  "Mh mh mh mh mhmhmhMH!" Faster, and
faster until it's bumping into the end, and all I can think about is her
messed up lipstic, kissing me, and how hot and greasy it feels on my
cheeks, wiping it on my sleeve, which is going to ruin my top, so maybe I
can take her home to change, and take it off so she can see me in my bra,
and show her my boobs, and let her feel me up, and "UhhhhhHHH!  Yeah?"

   My knees go weak, but I manage to hold onto the changing table.  Sit
down, on the cold floor.  "HhHhHhH!" But I'm so hot, it actually feel
pretty good, and the makeup hadn't even warmed up all the way inside me,
but I never got off this fast, and it's really a mind blower this time.

   "Heugh!" Catch my breath.  "Ngh!" Slipping it out, so I can pull up my
skirt, and sit on it, and skooch back into my panties.  "Snh!  Shlp, swop,
huh!"

   God, I'm delicious, and I wonder what she tastes like, I can't wait to
get her undies down, and her legs around my cheeks, but I better take the
makeup off first.  "Hihihm!" Wipe my forehead, and "Oh." Yeah, big smear of
blush on the sleeve.  "Hhhhhuh!"

   So yeah.  That just happened.  It's not, her body.  I'm sure she'll grow
up, eventually, and that gives us years of romance first, I have toys, but.
"Huh, uh!" get up, see if she's done with her burger, or whatever.  So, we
can go back to my place, and I can change this top.  "Himn!" Biting my lip.


   Yeah, she's probably got some cold cream in that bag with her mechanical
pencils, and steno pad, and stuff.  I wonder if she can smell it. 
"Hihihm!" Well, I'm going to have to touch up her lipstick, right?  Should
have probably washed my hands, you know, with them right under her nose
like that.

   "Snh?" She grinned.

   "Hold still." Yeah, she smelled it.

   ;

   Hildebrand {fg Roma NS.  TW: Nerd/Talk.}

   So, she smeared her cheek all over her arm.  And got real smelly in the
restroom while I was eating, and I don't know how to feel about that.  She
called her dad, who picked us up, and drove us out to her casita.  It's
like a little house, or a guest house, but in the Pueblo style, so it's
stuck on the side of his, apartment?

   I don't know, The Commons is across the river, so we had to take Ysidro
Crossing from Aqua Fria to Alameda, but the arroyo is dry, then it's right
there.  There's another crossing to Frenchy's Park, but it's like sand, and
we went to hang out there.  Since her dad was home, but he's got a Saab
instead of a Forester, so that's why he takes the paved one.

   So anyway, I asked about the Commons, since her dad's right there, and
she said it's "Like a Coop."

   "Like the, whole foods store down at Solana center?"

   "I guess, there's like a neighborhood thing."

   "It's a commune," her dad confirmed, "It's run by socialist mothers,
mostly."

   "You don't like Socialists?"

   "He's a marine."

   "Retired." Young.

   "You live in a socialist commune." A Marine.

   "Ha, yeah.  It's a nice neighborhood, and we found a place that's just
about the right size." Turns out the casita's another unit, but I guess
like apartments, where everyone gets their own house.

   Weird, but "Fanta Se," I grew up here.  Just have a condo downtown, and
a summer home in St.  Augustine, so.  Yeah.  I know!

   So anyway, she ran in, and there's really a lot of light.  Didn't turn
any on, or pull the drapes across the window, kind of hot, but she put her
blouse in the sink to soak with some Woolite.  There's a little kitchen,
and a bathroom, but just the one sink.  Other then that, it's a bedroom,
with a futon folded up like a couch.

   "Uh," I look back, but she drops a tank top on over her bra.  "You
ready?"

   "Yeah," she takes my hand.

   She looked pretty developed, for 11.  Maybe she lied, I don't know, but
I've seen twelve, or thirteen year olds with less.  Like my sister, she's
12, but, that wasn't a training bra, I'll tell you that.  Big window, and
kids running around, naked in the "Courtyard?"

   "Common area," she shrugged, and twisted up her hair.  To tye back, not
like a bun, but hanging back, and "You want to cut your hair?"

   "Why?"

   "I don't know, you don't seem to like it, long like that."

   "Because I'm gay?" She looked back.

   "Your dad homophobic?"

   "I don't know, I mean.  Yeah, Marine officer.  Sir yes sir, but he's
startening to losten up.  Around here, there's lots of same sex couples,
but.  We haven't talked about it yet."

   "I like this," I squeezed her hand, "Just walking, and talking with
you."

   "It's a nice day."

   "Windy."

   "Yeah, March?"

   "Yeah."

   "Hihn!"

   "What?"

   "We don't, have to talk, do we?"

   "Oh no.  Sorry, i know I talk to much."

   "Not really, I could listen to you for hours, but.  It's kind of hard to
hear you, here.  Why don't we just chill.  Over here."

   "BrdDdDdn!" Dump truck, loud down in the arroyo.  Making the crossing,
but there's like a hill.  Or actually it's flat, but the bank drops off,
and i don't really want to climb down.  Traffic is light, and behind the
garden, we kind of have a little privacy, but there's a nice view over at
Frency's Park, if you ignore the dumptruck, belching smoke, and climbing
back up the other side.

   "Diesel," she wrinkled her nose, and sat down.  In the dirt, blue skirt,
not like a jeans skirt, but denim.  Thinner, but in bands around her legs,
so it could get wider, and wider to just below her knees, standing up.  But
she crossed her legs, and I eyed the ground.  Dust, not even sand, but
powdered adobe mud, dry and flakey just from walking out here, between the
chamisa, but i can smell the sage, and from her lap, the bushes block us
from pretty much anyone who might run out here to play.

   "Nudists?" If they put some clothes on.

   "Hm?"

   "Back at the commons, I saw some naked kids running around." like
toddlers, but.

   "Oh," she shrugged behind me, "Yeah, I guess?  Um, we've been here a
year and a half, so I guess I just got used to it.  I mean, not all of
them, but they just don't seem to care if their kids run around like that."

   "What about you?"

   "I'm not a nudist." She laughed, "I guess I didn't grow up like that."

   "No, I mean with naked girls running around."

   "I'm a lesbian, not a child molester."

   "Yeah, but I'm a child?"

   "Not really.  Huh!  I mean, not up here.  I love your mind, you're so
brilliant, you know that?  Smq, that's what i care about, your body will
have to wait, but it's not sexy.  No offence, but you're not done yet.  I'm
not attracted to little girls."

   "Oh, good." I was a little worried there, since she started flirting
with me.

   But, I must admit I like her breasts.  Against my back, so i lean into
them, sigh, and turn back.  Over my shoulder, so she can kiss me, and hold
my shoulders.  Hug me, and this isn't so bad.

   "Hihn!" I can get used to it, and there's going to be a few hours,
before the sun sets.  "You want to watch the sunset?"

   "Hee?"

   "Wherever, it's your neighborhood, but." I nod.  "You don't have to be
home, before dark."

   "No, that's fine.  I'd love to, and there's a deck.  Over the Casita, or
on the roof.  It's my dad's, there's a patio door from the house, but I can
set up the ladder."

   "Cool.  Smq." Santa Fe, I grew up with pueblo style houses.  Around
here, not like the real pueblos which are like 3rd world, some of them. 
Unless they have a casino, or Nambe' sells pottery, but.  I don't know,
looking around, it's a real white neighborhood, with dreamcatchers, and
crystals, and Buddhist, type stuff.  In the windows, the sort of
neighborhood where you don't have to worry about pulling the blinds, much
less locking your doors, if the toddlers can run around naked.

   Which is nice, but still.  It's a bunch of white people, playing
Pueblos, some of them Buddhists.  It's just the cognitive dissonance of
that.  What, there's no rich spiritual history in Europe, you have to take
their land, then buy cachinas from them to pay them back for it while your
husband donates to the casino?

   "Hahaha, yeah." She reads over my shoulder, but the chamisa blocks the
wind too, so i can write.  The sage scents the wind, and the exhaust from
the traffic isn't too bad, as long as it's not another smoke-stack.  Up
here.

   It's nice.

   ;

   Giselle (Mfg NT Talk.)

   So, in case you're wondering, "He hates the Corps." That's why you don't
see any USMC stickers on his late-model SAAB.  We sat down to dinner after
making out, watching the sunset.

   "I got poisoned, in the gulf."

   "Nerve gas?"

   "Not by the Iraqis." He says ear'aQuis.  Just like their translator did.
"Huh, by the DoD.  I was on the flightline, Aviation Officer?  Yes, we have
planes, and after the Apaches shat the bed in Desert Storm, the Airforce
decided to mothball the A-10s.  We said, 'We'll take 'em!' so I trained at
Davis Monthan, and."

   "Excuse me."

   "Sorry, sweety."

   "Snh, can I have a cigarette?"

   "Of course." I took it out on the balcony.

   "You let her smoke?"

   "She's triggered."

   I pulled the patio door, but leaned back against the pinyon rail, and
watched them talk.  She frowned, looked over, so sad, when he told her.

   "Ugh!"

   Mom was, visiting him.  On the flightline, but I stayed behind at the
billet.  Hottest summer ever, I don't know if you've ever been to Kuwait,
but it was hot as hell before Saddam set the fields on fire in retreat. 
Oil fields, fighting over oil, then she was killed by a roadside bomb,
riding out to see him on the flightline.

   "Uhn nh nh nh nh!" I just threw away the butt.  On the roof, so it
wouldn't burn the gravel, since it's starting to dry out from the spring
thaw, when the river actually ran, and we had to drive all the way downtown
to get to a bridge.  Or way out by the airport, but that's why a late-model
SAAB, instead of a Hummer, or a jeep.  "Snh!"

   He's from Idaho, and he was so set on joining up, making a difference
for his country until he got over there, and discovered that War isn't
Kind. Now, he's working on becoming a born-again hippy, but i wiped my
ryes, then went in to wash the mascara off my hand, and my face.

   "Feel better?"

   "Yeah, thanks."

   "So, I was just telling your girlfriend about my condition."

   "So that's why you don't wear any scents, or fragrances." She nodded.

   I looked back at dad.  "Uh," sat down.  Looked down at my plate, and
thought about picking up my fork.  To poke at it, or something, until my
face cooled down.

   "You want to talk about it?"

   "No."

   "Listen, it's all right, and I guess it was about time to clear the air,
about it."

   "I'm a lesbian."

   "I know." he laughed, "Give me some credit, it's not like I hadn't
noticed you talking to Daphne'."

   "Oh, I didn't.  She didn't tell you?"

   "No, she hates me.  You know that."

   First person I came out to, or hit on, but you know.  She has a wife,
kids, I was 10?  "Yeah." Hippy, not a man hater, but he's a recovering
marine, so.  Sorry about all those airstikes on brown people over oil, but
he didn't know any better.  We're working on it.

   "Huh, I know she's young, but."

   "I understand." He took a sip, of wine.  Started drinking wine, "Kah! 
When i was your age, I found out how hard it is to find a same sex partner,
your age."

   I looked up.

   "I had a boyfriend, who was older.  Well, i was a little older than you,
but."

   "You're gay?"

   "Bisexual." He nodded, winked and grinned, "I guess you're old enough to
get past the don't ask, don't tell, but that's the primary reason i moved
here, when I didn't remarry."

   "Why?" I didn't know what else to say.

   "The Horwitzes." I just shook my head, I mean I know them, or I thought
I did.  "Also why I thought you might like the Casita."

   "Uh?" I can't, handle this?  "They're married?"

   "Yes, but it's not a traditional, monogamous marriage."

   "They're swingers?"

   "No, we're polyandrous."

   "What?"

   "That's like Polygamy?" She asked him, "Only 2 men, instead of 2 women."

   "Right, Hirschal is bisexual, so his wife understands, his sexual needs.
That she can't satisfy."

   "Okay," I got up, "That's enough.  I mean, I'm happy for you, and
cleaning out the closets and stuff, but." Uh!  "Ew." A girl kissing a guy
is bad enough, butt...  "Uh!"

   "So," she followed, "He says it's okay if I sleep with you, tonight."
She took my hand, at the door.

   "Okay," I felt a little better.

   ;

   Brand (gf Bond)

   "So," change of subject, "You're half hispanic?" I saw pictures, of her
mom.

   "Cajun.  Boudahn?  I don't think there's any Spanish in there, but maybe
a little Creole." We climbed down the ladder.  From the balcony, it's a lot
quicker from the dining room to her door than going down, and all the way
around his apartment.  It's like a house, only he has the top floor, and
stairs, just like the pine pole ladder, and railing around the deck. 
'Pueblo' style, considering it started out a hippy neopagan commune in the
60s, then got gentrified by spiritual hipsters in the 90s.  According to
her dad, who's an expatriot, but the kind of neighborhood where they tell
you all about it.

   All the time, until you get sick of it, Veganism, GMOs, Vaccines, and
now Gluten.  Why they actually lived there, for his.  I had to look it up,
Toxic Encephalopathy.  Chemical sensitivity, not to mention the side
effects of the Anthrax Vaccine they gave him like his toes breaking from
muscle tension, planar fasciaitis, back spasms, and the war basically
killing his wife.  So yeah, he ran off to live with the hippies, they had a
nice clean place without any toxic chemicals in it.

   "Hihihm!" Oh, and bisexual with a gay daughter.  "Guess you can cut your
hair now."

   "You want me to?"

   "You don't like it?"

   She shrugged, "I don't know, I had long hair all my life."

   "Well, don't think I'm pressuring you to cut your hair, and conform to
the lesbian stereotype."

   "I thought about it, butching up like your mom said, but you know, I
don't really think that's me."

   "Who's this Daphne'?"

   "Oh, just one of the wymyn around the neighborhood." Not sure how to
spel it, but close to how she said it.  "Gay, wife, kids, mostly someone to
talk about being gay with."

   "I wasn't jealous," just making conversation.  "Can I help you with the
bed?"

   "You getting tired?"

   I grinned, "More curious, really.  Thought it might be a good idea
before we wore eachother out."

   "Thought you weren't ready for sex?" She just pulled it, so the 3
sections flattened out, and the top came down from bye the wall.

   "Huh, I don't know, but you don't have a spare bed." No where to put it,
with the bed pulled out, you pretty much have to go around it.  "I did say
sleep with you."

   Right in front of her father, he didn't protest.  Figure I gave him the
chance.

   "Huh, you ever use any toys?"

   "Sex toys?" I shook my head, "I don't even play with myself."

   "Well," she pointed her chin, without pursing her lips like some of the
Pueblos do.  "They're in there." A footlocker, beside the bed, or on the
end of the couch folded up.  Like a table I thought, but nothing on it, so
I sat down while she got some pillows, and peeked inside.

   "Uh!" I looked back.  She just smiled and nodded.  You don't have to
come right out and say it, but I looked back.  Not at the board, across the
back like a shelf for the "Toys." Okay, dildos.  Sex toys, fake plastic
dicks.

   I don't know how to feel about the leather straps, rings, and buckles
down in the bottom, in front of that.  "You're into S&M?" So, I just had to
ask.

   "Uh?  Just Bondage."

   "Just bondage?"

   "Well," she rolled her eyes, "Sadomasochism is about pain.  So no, I'm
not into that."

   "Well, I don't think I'd like being tied up."

   "Oh no, I'm a bottom.  I like to be tied up."

   "Why?" I look over at my notebook.

   "You want to take some notes?"

   "Yeah," I went back around to the table.

   "Huh!  I don't know." She crawled over the bed, and lifted the lid
again. "Well, I had a boyfriend." Got out some cuffs, "I know, but I
didn't. Know at the time I was gay, and he was in my grief counceling
group. We hit it off, and he told me how it helped him with his, problems.
I'm sorry, but I can't really talk about him, on account of
confidentiality, but we started having sex, and then.  A threesome, but I
guess that's how I realized I was gay."

   She just put them on, while she was talking.  Black leather cuffs, like
a punk rocker?  Only with rings, she crawled to the end of the bed, and
held up a link.  "Can you do this?  I can, but it's a lot easier for you."
It's like a climbing ring.  One of those weird race-track shaped ones, only
this was in a giant G shape with a long nut on one side, and a hook on the
other.  "Just screw them together." I spun it with my fingers, so it locked
it like a giant chain link?  "I still do it to myself, but I haven't tried
it with a girl before."

   "Oh." Don't know what to say, "What do I do?"

   "Whatever you want." She lay back, and just put her head up.

   "Doesn't that hurt?" On the metal rings, between the cuffs, on the back
of her head.

   "A little." I got on the bed with her, and felt her skirt.  "Hm," she
closed her eyes, "I like the way it feels."

   "This?" the denim on her thighs.  "Me too."

   "Well, that feels nice too, but the bondage.  The cuffs on my wrists,
and the restricted movement."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know, it just turns me on."

   "Okay?" I'd ask her what that's like when I can take notes, but I'm
still not feeling it.  Curious, fascinated really, I didn't ever imagine
she would be into stuff like this, but I didn't notice she was a lesbian,
and then I was surprised to hear she had a boyfriend.  So, no gadar yet,
considering she grew up in a Don't Ask, Don't Tell household with a
bisexual father in a threesome with a Jewish couple.

   So, "Yeah." Fascinating.  I like all the discovery, I just learned more
in the last afternoon, and evening that I had in over a year of studying
it, because I wasn't sitting back, and taking notes.

   So, that's why I'm nervous, and not sure I'm ready.  Because I'm 7, and
I might be still a little young to get active in this sex thing, but she
needs it.  I don't even know how I can tell, not even sure.  If, "You want
this?"

   "Yeah."

   "You need it?"

   "Oh, yes!"

   "What?"

   "You think you could fuck me?" She opened her eyes.  Smiled at me. 
"Huh! Just pick a toy, surprise me."

   Okay, "I can try."

   "Grab the lube, too." The smallest one.  "Oh, that's a buttplug."

   I dropped it.

   "Hihihn!  It's okay, I wash them!"

   "You like that?"

   "Oh, yeah!"

   "Really."

   "Huh!" she sat up, just held the cuffs in her lap, and crossed her
ancles under the skirt.  "Okay, different girls are different.  Sexually,
not just gay straight, or bi, but what we like."

   "Like Bondage." I reached for the table, to snag my notebook, and
pencil. Checked the tip.

   "Yeahbut, also physically.  Some girls like fingering, or cunnilingus,
I'm more cervical."

   "Like your cervix."

   "And my anus, but you don't have to go there, if you don't want to."

   "Why?"

   "Because it's like my cervix, only easier to reach, and penetrate. 
Because it's at the end, not the, other end.  All the way inside me."

   "Oh."

   "But other than that, they feel a lot alike.  Especially when I do
both."

   "At the same time?"

   "Yeah, and back and forth." She pumped her hands, together up and down,
because they're linked together.

   "Huh!"

   "You want to try that?"

   "Let me try 1 first, then." I'll think about, "Maybe the other." With
gloves, and a bucket of disinfectant.  In the shower.

   "Or maybe not."

   I nodded.

   ;

   Giselle (If you like, you can look up that name, and what it means.  I
know I said it wasn't about teh sexor, but I hope you don't mind me
switching to the PoV of the one who's actually sexual, rather than write
the dry, analytical Nerdy AF one?  Good.)

   I wound up bent over.  "AuhhhhnnNNNH!" So she could really see what she
was doing.

   "Hihihn!" As my anus started spasming, she stopped lightly battering my
cervix, and sliped it out of me.

   "Ngh!" I drooled, "HhHihH?" Tried to hold my breath.

   "Hold still," I nodded, and tried to stop shaking from the wet tip,
slipping up my taint, and starting to split the bottom of my buttocks.

   "NyehsS!" I clenched my teeth, but couldn't say anything else, just
"ShhhhH!" Suck in a breath through them, "Snh?" And my nose, and hold it.
"NGH!"

   She felt it, wiggling, and swirling it around my sensitive asshole,
still spasming from the internal contractions in my vag.  My good and
properfucked twat, "NgahH!" She Stopped, "Ngh, yes.  MoreyeEAugh!" It
strethced, and flated back around it.  "Ngh!" And snot shot out on my
knuckles.  "IgnH!" I just stuck them down, between my legs, and turned to
rest my shoulders on the pallatte.  Pad, cushion, matt, "NYEAAAAH!"

   "Fuck you?"

   "Ngh, yeah, AHHhh!"

   "Faster?"

   "Ngh, yes!"

   "Deeper, harder?"

   "Ng, hm!" I can nod, sideways.

   "Fuck your ass."

   "Ngnhnhnhnhn!"

   "Fuck the shit out of your ass!"

   "NGAHHHH!" I felt down, flat.  Slamming shut, and spasming.  Clenching,
and gasping, trying to breathe.  "Noh, stahp!"

   "I'm sorry.  Oh, I'm so sorry if I hurt you."

   She touched my shoulder.

   "Ngh, no.  Huh, huhH?  Snh, hihN!  It's, that's.  That was great, I'm
good, can you unhook me now?"

   "Yeah, hihhhn!"

   "Did you?"

   "Get off?"

   "HhhhhHhH!  Yeah?"

   "Idum, not.  I don't know.  Here."

   "uH!" my wrists came apart.  "Oh!" I hugged her.  Felt her, back through
the top of her dressed.

   "I feel, huh.  Can you let me go?"

   "Yeah." She went right for her notebook.

   "I don't know," scribbled furiously, "You know how it feels when you
finish a test, or get it back in like Algebra?"

   "You passed!" I nodded, and laughed.  "Slph!" A little drooled out the
corner of my mouth.

   "Yeah, now multiply that satisfaction, by like a thousand."

   "Yeah," I got up, "I'm gonna take a shower." Pulled the tongues out of
the buckles, and took them off.  To take off my shirt, without cutting the
spagetti straps.  "Huh!" So red faced, int the mirror, and sweaty.  I
sivered, spit curs stuck to my face, and neck from the sex sweat, and
"Snhhhh!" It's not a big place, at all.  So, it didn't take mush to stink
up the whole place, but she didn't skimp on the lube, and now I was
starting to stick together.  Front in back, I asked, "You want to join me?"

   Looked out.

   "Brand?" She passed out.  "Huh!" Didn't take anything off, still holding
her pencil like a paintbrush, and so cute.

   Still had her shoes on, on top of the blanket, or the wool one across
the bottom.

   I shrugged, but "Yeah." That's just what I needed.

   Yeah, she's young, but she's a fast learner.

   ;

   {Oops, sorry.  Doppleposted a sexion there.}

   ;

   Brand (g2G asex-to-saph Solo.  TW: The dry anal/ytical one.  Feel free
to skip ahead.)

   Wow, my spelling went to shit when I wasn't paying attention, but. 
Well, Ass, actually.  Guess I got over it?  No shit, so that's a relief,
but when she got off, and I saw how it puckered, and clenched.  Fast, like
a pulse I could barely feel through the vibrator, so I pulled it out
remembering what she said about it being right there at the surface.  Bent
over like that, her buttocks hung open, not unlike her breasts when she lay
back, I got her shirt up around her neck, and she said to put it in her
mouth.

   She bit it, and that muffled her moans, but then she got up, and bent
over where I could really give it to her.  I could smell it, not her ass,
and I saw how the lube dribbled down the crack when she was still on her
back, with her legs up.  Then I felt her cervix, a little, but watching her
anus spasm like that, I didn't even have to touch it, but it was just as
easy as working it in the front.

   .;!_ {A short break, with meaningless scrawl from the pencil in her
unconscious fingers}

   Oh, I passed out, but woke up with her right there.  Next to me snoring,
in some kind of, long sleep shirt, or short nightgown.  "Hhhhhhhh...' Her
breath stank, but she wasn't snoring.

   I got up, and came in the bathroom, this wood shelf thing, under the
mirror, and medicing cabinet in the corner where the sink should be works
okay, if I turn around on the toilet.  Just a quick piss, and dump before I
get in the shower, but let me get caught up.

   That was, fun?  Erotic?  I don't even know, I enjoyed it, but obviously
she enjoyed it more, but I never even heard of an anal orgasm before, but
I'm pretty sure I just made one, and run on much?  Never mind, I can clean
it up later, but ew.  I did my duty, so now about that shower so I can
think about it some more.
.:

   ...  {Damp fingers.}

   Huh, okay!  I tried it, playing with myself, and you know.  Cleaning out
back, I think.  I might try that.  Butplug she had in the footlocker.  Hope
I don't wake her up with the hinges squeeking, but there's a lot of lube
left, and.  Yeah, she slept right through it, but she said something about
different girls, well being Cervical, and anal, but.

   Butt, I never thought to try that, when I tried to play with myself.  Or
this.  "Ihn!" The way she grunted, was deeper, throatier, but the way I
wiggled it around, or the viberator, but.

   "Nh!" This is, bigger around, at the outside of the cone, so when I try
to go deeper, and deeper.  So, fucking it in and out a little ach stoke
just loosens it up more, and let me put some more lube on, real quick.

   Using my left hand, so I can still write with my dry fingers, but while
I was doing that, I put the toilet seat down, and it pretty much just
popped right it.  It feels, cold.  A little uncomfortable, I think because
of it's size, I think if I hold still, while I write, and catch my breath,
but now I'm really sensitive up front.  And I'm having trouble breahting,
very deep, without the muscle relaxing, and sinking deeper on the flat base
of it.

   So deep inside me.  Okay, this is, weird.  Funny feeling, but my sex
just woke up big time.  God I'm so sensitive, and my slippery fingers.  I'm
just going to stop, for a minute, and lube up my other hand real quick.

   ;

   Giselle

   "Hm?"

   "Aeihn!" I got up quick.  "Hzvh!' Yup!  I tilted my head, but her
fingers were moving pretty fast, and I could tell by the distinctive
turqouise color of the base that was my butplug, she was using.  "Fast
learner." She stopped, smiled, laying back in the shower with her lgs
hanging out over the bulkhead, so the door wouldn't close.  "You mind if I
help you with that?" I leaned up, in the door, grinning down at her. 
Naked, but fairly obviously, about as sexied up as I have ever seen a 7
year old girl.

   So, I guess she's a child, but she did just fuck me to satisfaction, and
discovered that anal is maybe not as ew as she might have thought before.
It's not my game, but I'm learning.

   "Please," she moved her hand, "Give me a hand with this."

   I was already down, on the bathmat, she thought to put a towel down on
the tiles, but just put her hands up.  Behind her head.

   "I can do better than that," I bent down to kiss her.  The sterile tangy
glycerine sweetness of the lube isn't that bad.  You could drink it,
probably give you the shits, but you can eat those corn-chip packing
peanuts too, I wouldn't recomend it.

   "HuhH!  Yeah." It was kind of sticky in my hair too, but I haven't had
pussy in years, so I guess I can't complain that it's too young.  The
problem with little girls is there's next to nothing to work with, but what
little there is is super-sensitive, so you don't want to get right on it.
Especially the pleasure point in top, so I sucked in her slick smooth sweet
pubic puff, and held on until I was afraid it might hicky.  "Nyeaaaaah,
svhih!" She gasped through her teeth, so her lips sucked against them, then
bith them together, "MMMMMMMMH!  SNH!"

   "MBWp!" It snapped back, and I stuck my chin down, the tiled bottom of
the shower stuck in my chest, but I could still hook my tongue up to dip
the tip, and reach as deep as I could until she humped, and fucked it in.
"SHlehrp!  Mhn!" I can taste, a little.  For such a young girl, she must
have been at it a while to taste anything over the clingy medicinal tang of
the pube, but I felt her cherry.  Bump the tip of my tonue, and slip around
it, but I didn't get it in.

   "Come on," I picked her up, the bed is right across the bathroom, and
out the door.  "Ugh!" I fell on top of her.  "EhahahAH?"

   "Ihihihihn!" Good, I didn't crush her, but craled around, and found her
short enough to kiss, and lick around my stomach, while I dove face first,
back between her legs.

   "IhneahHuhHh!" She spasmed, against the tip of my tongue, wiggling
around to feel the opening, and her cherry stretching over it.  This time
kind of N/NE?  Turned around, it's thicker, and longer on one side, with
the hole low, and to the left.  Her left, but turned around, it's high, and
to the right.  So, yeah, dig it in, and swirl it round, just like an anus,
until you break it, which I have no intention of doing.

   I buffed my fingertips up, and down my chest, tested the pinky on the
sensitive skin, outside the right boob, right by the ribs.  I cut my nails,
to play with myself, file off the edges as round and blunt as I can, but
she might be just about ready for a pinky inside her.  Just have to feel
arond, under her skinny little thigh, and behind her buttock.  Up over the
base of the.

   "Yeah, bull it ounHgn?" It spasmed, and I tried to get my tongue down
there, but she hunched, and my chin got in the way.  "uhFugh!" And kind of
mashed her outer sex around my chin, probably bumped her clit pretty bad.

   "Sorry."

   "Just fuck me."

   "Yeah?"

   "Fuck me now, nGH!  SwopB!" She sucked in some of my tummy.  Too low to
get even close to my pubes, but "Snh!" She snorted out through her nose,
and spasmed tight around my nuckle.  "PbhUh!?" That popped through, and I
felt her cherry tighten.  Spasm, and clenched, so I wiggled it to losten
her.

   "Relax."

   "NgheiIH!  Yeah!" She squeelied, but wanted more.  "MEIH, MOREihn!" I
wiggled it deeper, and deeper, like swimming a fish sideways, but only able
to half-inch, because it won't bend backwards, but the second fatter nuckle
slipped through.  On the thin side of her cherry, I had to twist a little,
but I don't think I broke, or tore it any.  Careful not to catch it on the
corner of the nail, so it didn't hurt her.  Nothing but pleasure for her.
"Ahehlilh!" Lapping circles around, between my belly button, and the tops
of my pubes, then sucking in the wet tight skin.  "SBPH!"

   "Huh!" It popped back out, and just might hickly, so I turned to kiss
her pubeless mons, and suck it in.

   "NhihihehEIHN!" She started shaking, before she spasmed inside, and i
even felt the twiching along the bone, through the flesh in my lips, and
even gently pinched my teeth in.  "AHRN!" She pit me!  My belly, and held
on.

   "NHN!"

   "HRHN!" She shook her head, and I just held on with my teeth.  Tightly
pinching the broad fan of her clit tissue, spreading across her still
spasming pubic mucle.

   "HAUUUUUUUUGH!" The deepest, and loudest I had ever heard her voice. 
Not a squeel, or even a scream, almost a roar, from a petite, tall 7 year
old 2nd grader that maybe weight 75 pounds?  I don't know, I'll ask her,
but I bit her clit root, hard.

   And she got off on it.

   "HuhHuh huh, huh.  HuhhhHhH!"

   I almost did too!

   ;

   {Spoiler Alert:

   This is really more of an attempt at "Two can play at that game!" A
fantasy written out, to act out with her girlfriend, but in this case the
pertinent fact that was changed is the Narrator is Korean.

   And grew up in Santa Fe, instead of the Raleigh/Durham/Chapel Hill/RTP
area.  However, as always a lot of parts of their respective stories are
cut and pasted to eachother, along with a totally fictional standin to have
sex with.  Because she wasn't sexually active at the time, but that's not
the fantasy.

   So yeah, anyways.  Like, you know, this is about the time she got Her
number, and started writing in retaliation.  Not to mention producing
content for her BBS, or whatever...}