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 The Joy of Journaling Chapter Five: I Take a Stupid Risk

   Every challenge I had placed before Amber had been met with an
enthusiastic and almost immediate compliance.  I was beginning to suspect
that this girl had a serious need to please me.  Maybe she wasn't getting
enough attention at home.  Maybe there was something in her past that made
her more malleable to my advances.  Maybe she had never had "the talk".  I
didn't know.  Either way it seemed that she had absolutely no clue just how
serious the game we were playing was.  That was fine with me.  I, on the
other hand, did.

   Still, while I was eager to hit fast-forward, I knew that if I took
things slowly there was less of a chance of my name eventually finding it's
way into the police blotter.  That didn't mean that if she threw herself at
me I'd turn her down.  But I thought that the chances of that were next to
impossible.  Except for her late night visit, every encounter had been
orchestrated by me.  She might have gotten the ball rolling, but I had
guided it's path ever since.

   Still, I was at a loss at this point.  I had gained her trust in a way.
She felt safe around me to give me a little show and a cheap thrill.  I
knew I wanted to guide her into my bedroom again, but I was clueless about
how to do it.  It was very frustrating to feel so close, but not know how
to bridge that divide.  I could just grab her ass.  But that would be
breaking the rules of the game.  To initiate direct contact would
disqualify me from further competition.  My role was to plant the seed in
her little 12 year old brunette head, and she was to tend to it until it
bears fruit.

   There seemed to be no way to proceed, and to remain still was
unthinkable.  In short, I was in a quandary.

   But fate, it seemed, was on my side, as help came in the most unexpected
way.



   Up until this point, most of my entries were for one purpose, to lure
Amber deeper and deeper into the web I was constructing.  Sure, the desire
had become very real, but for the most part the journal was a lie.  That
all changed one afternoon when I wrote my longest and most truthful entry.

   I just had the most amazing experience, but I'm not sure I

   will be able to get away with it.

   I was enjoying the quiet of being alone in the house, Mom and

   Dad being at work, J & A out swimming, when I took a break

   from the computer to go to the bathroom.

   Not something I would generally put in these pages, except

   for what I found in there.

   After taking care of business, I noticed Amber must have

   changed in the bathroom, as her clothes were lying on the

   floor behind the door.  Also not something I would note down

   normally, except something clicked in my brain.  Amber's

   clothes.  What.  She.  Wore.

   I knew what I was looking for.  I knew it would be there.  But

   my heart still skipped a beat when, after searching briefly,

   my fingers closed upon the incredibly soft cloth of her

   panties.  I pulled them out of the pile.

   They were lilac purple and rather plain.  Nothing someone

   would normally get excited over.  Except I was excited, in

   every sense of the word.  I held them like they would break at

   any moment.  They were hers.  It was evident she had worn them,

   as she had rolled them down onto themselves as they traveled

   down her legs when she had taken them off.  They had touched

   her.  Touched her in a way I longed to.

   After unrolling them and drinking in every aspect of them

   with my eyes, I raised them to my face and inhaled deeply.

   Just under the smell of detergent her family used was another

   scent, her scent.  I needed more of it, and held the crotch

   panel directly to my nose.  There it was again, only stronger.

   The scent of her pussy, musky yet sweet.  It was intoxicating.

   I've known this girl for years, and now I was smelling her

   pussy on her panties.

   Needless to say, I was like a steel beam.  I unzipped and

   started to stroke while still sniffing the most delicious

   scent known to exist.

   I should have left it at that.  No harm done.  But no, I had to

   bring it up a notch.  I decided that something that touched

   her so intimately should touch me intimately.

   My knees almost buckled when I wrapped her soft panties

   around my throbbing cock.

   It was amazing.  I kept the crotch over the head of my cock

   and started stroking.  Dear God, I can almost still feel the

   tender touch they had on me as I started to stroke.

   Of course, it didn't take long for me to reach my bursting

   point.  My good sense kicked in right as the dam was about to

   break.  "Maybe I shouldn't finish in Amber's panties."

   Unfortunately, it was just a second too late, as I throbbed

   and suddenly a spot on the crotch of her panties turned from

   lilac to dark purple.  Dear God, what was I doing?

   But I couldn't stop until it finished.  With an almost horror,

   I watched the dark purple spread as I saturated the crotch of

   her panties with my sperm.  It was terrifying, knowing the

   implications when she discovered her underwear was wet with

   my juices.  Yet, at the same time, terrifically erotic that it

   was HER panties that were taking my load.

   Then it was over and I was jolted back to reality.  Here I

   was, a grown man alone in his bathroom with the cum-sodden

   panties of a 12 year old girl wrapped around his softening

   cock.  How the hell was I going to get out of this?

   I couldn't wash her panties.  I had no idea when she and Julia

   would return from swimming.  That would give me away.  Yet I

   couldn't leave them like this, looking like she had worn them

   after a gang-bang.  They couldn't just go missing, how could

   that be explained?  "Yeah Amber.  Thieves broke in and only

   wanted the panties of sexually curious 12 year old girls.

   Sorry about that!" What was I to do?

   The answer wasn't a great one, but it was the only one I

   really had.  Don't remove the cum, but don't leave her panties

   wet.

   So I busted out Julia's hair dryer and began blowing hot air

   onto the panties.

   The edges were no problem.  They only received a little bit of

   me.  But the crotch, that was a different story.  Doubly thick

   and positively soaked, it took the longest.  But finally it

   was done.  It wasn't pretty and was kinda stiff.  Anyone who

   gave it more than a glance would know something had happened.

   I can only hope that Amber, in her eagerness to get back to

   Julia, won't be that attentive.  If she does....  I'll be too

   ashamed to be able to be in the same room as her or Julia.

   I'll keep my fingers crossed.

   -D

   OK, I'll admit, that last part was my "please don't say anything, Amber"
card.  I knew she was going to notice, and I knew I had to leave the
journal in the bathroom for her to find.  The irony is that, in the amount
of time it took to write the entry, I could have washed and dried her
panties.

   So I kept an ear out for the sounds of the girls and, when I heard them,
raced and locked myself in the bathroom.  Amber needed her clothes, so I
had a captive audience in a way.  But one thing I hadn't taken into account
is that the bathroom positively reeked with the odor of semen.  Damn,
nothing to be done for it now.

   Soon I heard Amber's knock on the door.  "Dave?  Hey, I'd like to get
changed and my clothes are in there.  Could you...  you know....".

   "Ummm..  sure..  gimme a minute."

   So I gave a flush for show, and placed the journal on the sink.  Here
goes nothing.  I opened the door to find Amber waiting.  "It's all yours."

   "Thanks.  I can't wait to get out of this suit and into some dry
clothes. Julia invited me to sleep over.  Can I hang my suit on the shower
rod, or do you have to work tonight?"

   "Nah, I'm off.  Go ahead."

   Thanking me, she closed the door behind her.  Well, here goes nothing.
If I hear screams of "Ewwww!  Gross!" or something similar I'll be out of
the house before the feces can strike the air circulation device.  (Get
it?)

   But I didn't hear that.  I didn't hear anything actually.  Can it be
possible I actually got away with it?  Maybe, maybe not.  I needed to
sweeten the pot, just in case Amber was on the edge.  Plus, the devious
part of me had come up with something.

   I knocked on Julia's door.  "Hey, Julia?"

   "Don't come in!  I'm changing!"

   "Don't worry, I won't.  I was just wondering if you girls were hungry. I
just got paid and this money is burning a hole in my pocket.  How about I
take you ladies out?  Burgers?  Pizza?  Cheese-steaks?"

   "Ummm...  Sure.  I'll ask Amber."

   "OK.  Lemme know what you ladies decide."

   Then I went off to watch TV, sweating bullets.  I realized it's the
second time I've surprised the girls with food, the first after Amber
surprised me that night.  Hmmm...  I give her my cum, she gets food.  I'm
starting to notice a connection here.

   Soon Julia and Amber came down, and Julia announced "OK, lunch?  How
about cheese-steaks?"

   "Great.  Lemme just throw on a lick of D.O., and we can go."

   I raced up the stairs to the bathroom Julia and I shared.  First I
grabbed the journal and stashed it in my bedroom.  While doing that I
noticed the panties had disappeared.  I quickly looked in Julia's room to
see if they were there.  Nope, missing as well.

   Oh my god, that meant Amber was actually WEARING them!  Oh, god!

   After locking the door behind us, Amber unexpectedly called "Shotgun!".
Where the hell did that come from?  I've always been their chauffeur, and
didn't think this time would be any different.  Hmmm.  This girl is full of
surprises.

   On the way to "Steak and Hoagie House" I couldn't help but notice how
Amber would look over at me and blush.  Yeah, she knew full well what was
clasped against her little clam.

   The lunch passed in a blur to me.  I lightly flirted with the girl
behind the counter (causing Amber to look a little put out), but my heart
really wasn't in it.  Julia and Amber did the normal girl giggle thing. 
I'm sure we talked about something, though I would die if my life depended
upon recalling it.

   Soon Pepsi's were drank, cheese-steaks were eaten, and tips were left in
a jar.  To no-one's surprise, Julia called shotgun for the way home, and it
was now Amber's turn to glower from the back seat.

   Once home, we split to do our own things.

   Myself?  I went off to eagerly update the journal.  I had plans.  Oh
yes, I had plans for Amber.  Now that I knew she was spending the night, I
was hoping to push the envelope just a little further.

   From stagnation had come my view of how to reach end-game.  It would be
glorious.  Now it was just a matter of pulling Amber along for the ride.
   ~~END CHAPTER FIVE~~