A Man, A Summer, and a Girl (Mg)
      by UncBa

      It was just a decent, old but well-kept, two-story summer
house by the sea along a fortunately desolate stretch of South
Carolina's southern shoreline. On SC's real estate market, it
would probably go for about three-quarters of a million or so
mostly because it was a beach house and had been kept up fairly
well by my family over the years. The four bedrooms, two down and
two up, could sleep 12 or more, depending on how comfortable your
were with one another and how much privacy you really needed.
Downstairs, aside from the two bedrooms that shared a bath, was a
large open area with two couches, a large dining table, an open
kitchen and a huge porch with the ubiquitous rocking chairs and
rattan furniture. Over the years a nice master bath had been
added on the second floor next to the balcony, facing the ocean.
For the squeamish, a Roman shade had been added on the outside of
the window that could be let down to hide the bather from... the
prying eyes of the ocean, I assume. On brilliant spring and
summer mornings, the yellow-tiled, sunlit bath was a great place
to come alive after a night of overindulgence.
      I suppose some explanation for this opening paragraph is
needed. You see, it's not my house, nor particularly anyone's in
my family. Oh sure, the eldest held the deed by decree, but it
was not just his. It belonged to the "family" as we referred to
one another. Our family had a past history that included peach
farming in central Georgia, and a particularly well-placed
farming equipment patent had provided all of us with a
comfortable dividend each year for as long as we had members in
the family. My grandparents had built the house in the 50's and
it had gone through several hurricanes, expansions, and
remodeling over the years. At 3400 square feet, it was a decent
sized beach house, filled with "quality" castoff furniture. I was
using it for the bulk of the early summer since I was not
teaching until the second half of the semester.
      Oh yes. Me. I'm a "new" PhD who teaches Education majors at
a small college a few hours away. I say "new" because it took me
20 years after my Master's to get it, coming back to education
after a long career in pubic relations and marketing as a writer
and, eventually, as creative director. I retired at 45 and
decided to finish my doctorate in my newly found spare time with
hard-to-break energy and drive.
      Whenever I can, I come down to the beach to write
(ostensibly the Great American Novel), to while away the hours
with whatever female companion I'm currently dating (I divorced
long ago), or just to enjoy the local golf and surf. I love
watching the young girls as they explored up and down the beach.
Not many came this far down because they usually wanted to parade
in front of the teen boys down near the pier. Our house was near
the end of the road that went to the old ferry crossing. No ferry
ran any more since the by-pass and bridge had been built, which
was fine with me as it made our end of the beach that much more
desolate.
	Working out on the beach kept me fit and I didn't look too
late-fortysomething except for the gray that was appearing along
my temples. My brown hair stayed a little too long for my age,
and was sun-lightened into sandy tipped shagginess that the
co-eds found "charming" and made my department chair frown. I was
not Richard Gere but there were elements of his look that I tried
to capitalize upon. My corporate job was a little too soft and I
had worked hard to recoup some of my physique since taking the
college job a couple of years ago. The combination of college
salary, retirement checks, and the trust fund from the patent
gave me the kind of extra money that made life very comfortable
financially. My latest acquisition was a beautiful Audi V8 sport
coupe that turned heads and turned on a dime and blew Jags off
the road without breathing hard. I usually invested most of the
extra money that I didn't blow and had done well with that, too.
To say that I was a millionaire would not be far from the truth -
I was a several-millionaire and growing fast. Few knew of the
state of my finances, but the looks of my 5 bedroom home in the
college town, my car, and my clothes gave them lots to speculate
upon. Let `em wonder. It did, however, attract the
recently-divorced and the better-than-average looking
30-something women in the area. I had plenty of companionship who
would drive hours just to screw me silly, then fix me a breakfast
that would make Martha Stuart drool.
	I am a techno-junkie who loves the latest gadgets. My computer
systems are top notch or even above that. I didn't need a palm
pilot - I had a `berry (a high-end cellphone) that kept audio
notes and automatically communicated with my home machine for
updates and appointments. Hell, my refrigerator needed its own
phone connection in case it needed to call for repair! My car was
wired for anything I needed, as was the beach house. Most of the
other family didn't even know of the capabilities of the beach
house with its hidden cameras and other technology. Few knew of
my skills, of my personal life, or of my penchant for underage
young gals -- which brings me to this story...
	"Hi! You live here?"
	I squinted into the sunlight, rousing from a brief nap on the
beach chair just over the dune from my porch. I had gone for a
long run that morning and had lain down to cool off. I must have
dozed for a long while because it was late morning and the sun
was already high and hot. I felt the redness on my face from too
much sun. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I gazed on a vision
of loveliness. The girl couldn't have been more than 10, I
judged, and from the brazenness of her question, she was not
afraid to talk to sleeping strangers. When I sat up suddenly, she
backed away, realizing she had awakened me.
	"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't think you were sleeping," she  mumbled,
her head ducking down and eyes peeking out from under a tousled
blonde hairdo. I could tell she wasn't too sorry and even felt a
touch of mischief in her actions.
	As I got a better look at her, I grinned and said "No problem.
In fact, I owe you a `thanks' for waking me. Otherwise, I'd be
roasted out here." She giggled. I noticed her small proto-breasts
jiggle just the slightest bit. Her one-piece, conservative
bathing suit revealed more than she knew. Her figure was
pre-curves yet showed her tight shape and long legs that were
someday going to make men catch their breath, then utter long,
low whistles as she passed. Her multicolored fingernails revealed
that she was still a child experimenting with grown-up things,
yet her comfort with older men revealed her fearless personality.
	"I was just passing and saw you lying there. I've wondered who
lives here because it looks old, like it was here before any of
the other houses."
	"Yeah," I replied, "My family has had this house for over 50
years. You live around here?" I got up and grabbed my sweaty
towel. She followed as I headed toward the dune steps.
	"Well... not really. My parents have rented a house up the beach
a ways. They didn't realize there would be no other kids around
for me to play with when they did, so I have to find things to do
while they play golf, go to the horse races, or shop. I don't
want to do most of those things so I beg off to stay home."
	"They think you are old enough to take care of yourself?" I
teased.
	"I AM," she insisted, "I'm almost eleven and can cook for
myself. Besides, I have a cellphone in case they need to call
me." She proudly displayed the phone from her shoulder-bag. I
noticed that the pale blue polish was half off most of her
fingernails. It's hard to keep your nails painted at the beach.
	"I see. Well, you should be careful when you talk to strangers.
Somebody might see a pretty young girl like you and want to
capture her for ransom." We had reached the foot of the steps and
had stopped to talk. I went to the beach shower and turned it on,
stepping into the cold water and shouting as it shocked me fully
awake. As it washed the sand off me, she grabbed my towel and
shook the sand out, handing it to me when I turned the shower
off. I thanked her, toweled off the excess water, and grabbed my
beach shoes.
	"My Mom told me all about that, and how men might want to hurt
me or kiss me or something like that, so I know all about that
sex stuff."
	"Oh you do, do you?" I grinned at her. "So you have had the `sex
talk' already. You must really be old enough to know about that
kind of thing."
	"Yep, and we had a course at school that told us how babies are
made and all that stuff about boobs and periods and that," she
proudly displayed her knowledge of grownup things. "Are you going
in now? Can I come see your house?"
	"I dunno, sweetie. You should ask your parents if you can come
in someone else's house. They might want to meet me before they
let you come play over here."
	"It's OK. I promise. Mom said I had to use my good judgment
about going into people's houses. She knows that I will get
invited in," she hinted. "Besides, I need to go to the bathroom,"
she half-whispered, as if someone would overhear or that she
would be embarrassed to be heard over the surf.
	"Well, since that is the problem," I teased in a mock-serious
tone, "you might as well come on in and look around. I have a
bathroom on the main floor."
	"Great!" she jumped and clapped her hands in excitement. She
hopped over to the shower and rinsed her sandy feet. I saw the
points of her tiny nipples stand out as we turned to head up the
wooden walkway over the dunes. The summer sun was pounding and
not a cloud marred the aquamarine sky. I self-consciously glanced
around at the neighbor's house several hundred feet away, knowing
that it was empty most of this summer. Renters don't like this
end of the beach nearly as much as several miles north where the
modern high rises and resorts abound. We trudged over the walkway
to the porch that was actually about 10 feet off the ground - the
house was built up on stilts with a garage and workshop and beach
storage underneath. The second floor was really the "third" floor
and ended up a good twenty feet off the ground. This enabled good
sight-seeing (especially with my telescopes) and kept the bottom
of the house safe from most storm tides except for the worst of
the hurricanes. I opened the back door for her and she entered
graciously, her head on a swivel, taking it all in. We went
across the screened portion of the desk and into the sliding door
in the house. The kitchen was midway back and the two bedrooms
beyond that with the bath in between. I directed her to the bath
as I put my towel on the beach rack to dry along with my beach
shoes. She came back out as I was grabbing a couple of sodas from
the fridge. She accepted one graciously and moved away to look
out the large beachfront window. I watched as she made her way
around the house, touching some things, looking closely at some
of the art from our family's trips abroad. She inspected the
pictures of the family, many of which had me at various ages.
	"Is that you?" she giggled in mock horror. "You were about my
age there. Geez, how long ago was that?"
	"Yeah, time passes quickly my dear. I think I was 12 that year.
Right after that picture was made, that big fish behind me
suddenly flopped around and somehow jumped out of the boat!" I
laughed at the memory of that deep sea trip where I had bagged my
first tarpon, only to lose it when it literally leapt out of the
boat."
	She stopped at one picture of my niece. It was signed "To my
UncaBa with love, Sheila" She looked at the girl and then at me.
	"Is your name really UncaBa?"
	I explained that my name was really Bob Fredrickson, but that my
niece had not been able to say Uncle Bob very well and UncaBa had
been taken by the whole family as my nickname. I was stuck with
it.
	"Well then, UncaBa, my name is Kay - short for MaryKay Ellen
Stewart. It's nice to meet you." She stuck out a hand and gave me
a perfectly good handshake. I was hoping for a hug and a good
feel of that tight little body. Maybe that would come later.
	We chatted a bit more and then I said I had to shower off the
sand and sweat. I headed for the stairs to the  master bedroom
and she followed. I didn't quote know how to say "Say goodby,
kid" so I just kept quiet as she followed. When we got to my
bedroom, she inspected it as well, making lots of `cool' noises
at all my gadgets and my computer with the big screen and my
laptops. "Why do you have so many laptops?" she asked as I was
digging out some shorts and underwear to take into the bath with
me. I figured that if she was going to stay up there, I was not
going to press the point of going nude in front of her and
perhaps causing a problem that would involve the police and some
career killer named Vinnie in my future.
	"Well, I bought one for teaching college, and one just for fun
that I use to edit videos and music, and the other one was from
my part-time writing job that I do for my old company when they
call me for special projects. They can all "talk" to each other
through my router over there. I pointed to my wireless router
that operated through the main server.
	"Cool!"
	"Um, I'm going in here to take a shower and change into some
clothes, OK?"
	"Don't worry about being naked around me. Our family goes nude a
lot. I've seen grown men before and all that. I'm not going to be
embarrassed or anything."
	"Uh, well, OK, but I'm still going to shower in here." I headed
for the bath and slid the door mostly shut anyway. I stepped into
the large shower with the window toward the sea and lathered up,
enjoying the stinging spray. As I rinsed off, I looked up and Kay
was standing in the bathroom, looking at me. She was stark naked.
	"Can I come in and rinse off the sand? I'm kinda sweaty, too,
from being on the beach all morning."
	I gazed at those precious nipples and her slash of a navel, then
looked down at her smooth pudenda disappearing in a quick fold of
flesh between her legs. My dick, which had behaved until now,
began to swell.
	"Uh, well, let me get done rinsing off here." I didn't know what
else to say. She was sliding the shower door open as I spoke.
	"I can just stand over here until you are done and then we can
switch, OK?" By the time she finished that sentence, she was
standing in the shower by me, her eyes never leaving my rapidly
inflating dick. I decided then and there that she was going to
get a show. I brushed the soap down my body and squeezed my dick
to strip the soap off it. This also had the effect of making it
get harder and stand out to its full 6 inches or so. She grinned
a lop-sided grin and looked up at me. I met her gaze and wiggled
my dick at her, making it wave nearly in front of her
sun-speckled cheeks. She giggled out loud and gave it a quick
flip with her fingertip. It was nearly all I could do not to grab
her and ram it home right there.
	"Hey," I said in the echoing shower, "be careful what you play
with. It could get you in trouble, kiddo" I grinned. I moved over
and she stepped in to the shower. She wet her hair as I stared at
her body. When she turned, I saw her fine ass. "What a great butt
on a 10 year old kid!" I marveled to myself.
	"Here, try this shampoo. It has a great formula for
sun-lightened hair and smells pretty good, too." I offered the
bottle to her and she held out a hand for me to squeeze a blob
into it. She worked up a good lather, making her have to close
her eyes. This gave me plenty of opportunity to ogle her body.
Her tan line was blurred, causing me to think that perhaps she
had more nude time that I thought. She also had lines across her
back from another suit that had to be a two-piece, and not much
of a two-piece, either. The tiny triangle outline on her butt and
her chest showed that the suit could have been made from maybe a
square foot of material. I wanted to see that suit on her
sometime, soon.
	"Mmmm... smells good. Got any rinse?" she asked a bit loudly due
to the shower noise. When she held out her hand for some rinse,
she accidentally touched my side. Her hand ran down my butt,
intentionally feeling it.
	"That shampoo has its own rinse in it. You'll be fine- just
rinse it out really good."
	"OK. Hey, your thing is going down. How do you do that?" she was
checking out my package as soon as she could see again.
Interesting information, I thought.
	"Uh... let's wait until we get out of the shower and talk about
that."
	She finished showering and I stepped out, grabbing a fresh
towel. I handed one to her and started drying myself.
	"Could you get my back?" she asked, feigning a little girl
whine. I was more than glad to help dry her back off. I worked my
way down her legs, feeling her firm butt along the way. As I got
to the floor, she suddenly turned and I found myself staring at
her little coochie. She giggled and said "You might as well do
the front while you're down there."
	I looked up at her and saw that cute, lop-sided grin again. She
knew we were doing something naughty and was  enjoying it
thoroughly. I took the challenge and began drying her shins, then
her thighs. She stepped her legs apart, giving me room and an
open invitation. I moved the towel between her legs and gently
rubbed her tiny pussy line. She swayed a bit and reached out to
hold on to my shoulder. When I looked up, her eyes were closed. I
ran the towel gently over her stomach and her pointed nipples. My
hand had slipped free and I softly ran my fingers over her
breasts, then down between her split to make sure she was dry, of
course. She cooed as I felt her up and her hand gripped my
shoulder.
	"Mmmm... I love the way that feels. You are so gentle. I can
tell you would be a good lover.
	This stopped me cold. What does this young girl know about `good
lovers' or not. Her tiny little pussy here is untouched by the
looks of it. Even her little clit hood is barely visible between
the lips. I felt sure she was a virgin or at least a novice at
this. I figured I might was well ask.
	"So, what makes you an expert on lovers?" I teased.
	Her eyes came open and she looked at me as I stood. My dick once
again half-hard and drooling a tiny drop of pre-cum. "Well, Mom
said a good lover is one who is gentle when they are touching
you, and you are very gentle and have loving eyes, and you
haven't touched me in a bad way since I have been around you, so
I think you'd make a good lover. Am I right?"
	I was impressed with this girl's maturity for someone so young.
"First of all, I have been touching you in a bad way but you
asked me to do it. I am being gentle with you because I don't
want to hurt you or offend you. I can get in some awful trouble
if someone even discovered we had taken a shower together. I
would probably go to jail for a long time, even if you wait ten
years and then tell someone on me, they can come get me and
charge me with rape."
	"B-but rape is when someone puts his thing in me when I don't
want them to, right? And you haven't even done that."
	"Rape is when someone just touches a young underage girl in her
private areas, whether she wants them to or not. Even if you ask
me to, if I do it, I am guilty of rape," I gently instructed her.
"So, if you tell someone, I'll get in trouble, even if you like
it, and I'll probably go to prison for a long time - and never
see you again."
	She looked at me, horrified, tears welling up. "That's not
fair!" she pouted as she continued to dry off. I reached for my
underwear and shorts, trying to put them on over a half-hard
dick.
	"Awwww... don't put it away yet. I want to look closer. Dad
won't let me look at it really good and I don't have a brother or
sister to play with."
	I dropped my underwear, slid them off my feet, and headed out of
the steamy bath. When I slid the door open, the cool air of the
bedroom had a clearing effect on my head. I led her into the
bedroom and sat on the bed, looking out at the ocean. Her bathing
suit in hand, she walked naked out of the bath. When I turned to
look at her, I was struck dumb by her damp beauty. She was
stunning. I glanced at the clock. It was high noon - in more ways
than one.
	She eased up in front of me, unsure what to do next. I looked in
her eyes and for the first time saw insecurity. This was new
territory for her. She trembled, perhaps a bit cold in the air
conditioning. I reached for her hands and held them, once again
looking at the half-painted nails, the scratches from playing. At
the same time, I felt the softness of skin that only young girls
possess. I ran my hands up her arms and felt her tremble again.
After a long quiet moment, I looked in her eyes.
	"Kay, you are a beautiful, sweet girl. I am so glad I got to
meet you today. But... we should not be here, naked in front of
each other, especially thinking what I believe you are thinking."
	"You don't know what I'm thinking," she pouted, moving a little
closer. Her hands ran up my arms to rest on my shoulders. I had
to spread my legs to allow her to move in, her little slit just
inches from my rousing dick. My hands moved to her hips, feeling
the beginnings of a waist and that soft, soft skin.
	"You want to do some naughty things that will get me in big
trouble if you ever told, that's what you want to do, right?"
	"Well... you just seem like a very nice man and...," her voice
dropped to a whisper, " I ... I like you, UncaBa. It feels like
we have been friends forever," she finished with a grin. Her face
moved a little closer, her lips obviously preparing for a kiss in
an awkward manner.
      I took the bait. Gently, I encircled her waist pulling her
closer. She leaned a bit to get her head down to my level as I
was still sitting on the edge of the bed. Just as our lips
touched, our genitals did, too. She jerked as if she were
shocked, parted our heads and looked down at my tumid pecker, now
rising to the challenge once again.
      "I... did I do that? M-make it stand up, I mean?"
      "Yes, sweetie, you did. When a man is near a naked girl
like that, his penis often gets stiff in preparation for sex."
      "You wanna do sex stuff with me?"
      "Well, that may come at another time. What I really want to
do is finish that sweet kiss you were offering."
      She moved in for that kiss again, and again our genitals
met. This time she didn't back off but pressed her tight lips
into mine. Her breath exploded from her nostrils as she heaved a
big sigh. I didn't push for more, only held her close as her lips
moved off mine and her head went to lie on my shoulder. My hands
moved up and down her back, feeling her musculature between her
shoulders, then wandering down to the upper part of her buttocks.
I stopped there, wondering how she would respond. As if she read
my mind, she reached back and pushed my hands down onto her butt.
I kneaded her firm globes and moved further down to the upper
part of her thighs. What amazingly soft, unblemished skin! My
dick was drooling precum by this time, I was sure. I could feel
the coolness as the slickness smeared on the skin just above her
pudenda.
      "Mmmmm... that was nice." She suddenly looked up and gave
me another, more secure kiss, pressing a little harder.
"Mmmmm....wah! There!" How is my kissing... for a beginner, that
is?
      "Perfect, just perfect, sweetie." I hugged her and ran my
hands up and down her back. She suddenly jerked back again and
looked down, discovering the smear of clear precum on her lower
tummy.
      "What's this? Is this that sperm stuff they taught us
about? Cool!"
      "Well, actually it isn't. It's the slick stuff that comes
out of a man's... uh... penis when he gets really excited, really
thinking about doing sex stuff. The real sperm is milky white and
comes out in little squirts when he gets this really great
feeling and tingles all over. But, by then, most times his penis
is deep inside the woman, so the sperm can go into her womb to
find the woman's egg to make a baby." I decided to use the school
version, hoping it was more familiar to her.
      "Yeah, we learned about that in school. But, how do you
know it squirts? Can you feel it happen?"
      "Uh... well, when a man has an orgasm, that's that great
feeling, sometimes it's not in a girl. Sometimes the girl is
rubbing his thing up and down, sometimes a woman will suck on it
(she made a face) and sometimes, he's rubbing it himself. That's
called masturbation."
      "Yeah, they talked about that, too. I tried it a few times
but, nothing squirted and I quit before I peed on myself, at
least that's what it felt like was going to happen."
      I caressed her arms again and gazed at her slit. I could
see the drying precum just above it. "If you had kept going, you
might have felt that great feeling. Many girls think they are
going to pee because that's the closest feeling they've had
before that. An orgasm for a girl feels a lot like for a man,
except they don't squirt. They DO have a really nice tingly
feeling all up and down their body and sometimes you can feel a
throbbing inside her private area. Girls get kinda wet down
there, too," I indicated, pointing gently toward her slit.
      She spread her thighs, leaning forward to look to see if
she had. Her head clucked on my chest and she looked up, that
off-center grin growing as she inserted a finger down her crack.
      "Oooh, I can feel the slick stuff, see?"
      I took the opportunity to move a finger toward her crotch,
going slowly so she would know what I was doing. She pulled her
outer lips apart gently, allowing me. I eased my index finger
along the hood of her clit, moving down the crevice, down under
her. Then I hooked my finger to part her lips and felt the
dampness. There was more dampness than from only the shower and I
knew it was her natural lubrication, flowing gently. I wiggled my
finger, spreading it a bit and her lips parted to allow me deeper
penetration. I turned my finger up and slid it up her crack,
bumping gently over her clit. She gasped a small breath.
      "Oohh.. that's the spot I rub, too... It felt good. Do it
again."
      "Well, sweetie, let's let you lie down here on my bed so we
can be more comfy." I moved so she could ease up on the bed. She
moved to the center and lay there expectantly, her legs like an
inverted Y. I lay beside her on my side, my left arm propping up
my head as my right arm moved across her chest. "I like your
boobies, too," I murmured as I leaned in to kiss the nearest one.
She held my head a moment.
      "They aren't very big, yet. Mom says I'll have boobs as big
as hers by the time I'm 16 or 18 but that's a long time from now.
Sometimes they ache and I have to rub them. The points stick out
sometimes, like they are now. I like when you kissed `em just
now. No one has ever done that." She rolled toward me.
     "Do the other one," she commanded.
      I was only too happy to oblige and moved to kiss and lick
on each until they were both happily pointed and her eyes were
closed in ecstasy. My right hand wandered down her tight tummy to
arrive at the top of her pussy. Gently, oh so gently, I fingered
her clit, feeling the bump rise and grow. Her legs moved apart
further and her breathing deepened. Her lubrication increased and
I tapped that source of slickness, occasionally reaching down
toward her vagina to gather a little, then spread it up across
her clit. My movements ranged from circular to side-to-side as I
watched her legs jerk and spasm whenever I got it right for her.
Gradually, I sensed her peak approaching.
      "Oooh.. UncaB... I'm... I'm gonna..
pee..eee.EEEE...ooooooh..." She jerked and moaned and closed her
legs to trap my fingers in her crotch, then pulled her knees up
to give me more room, then snapped them closed again. I held
still for a few seconds, then gently wiggled her clit again, then
repeated the process, prolonging her orgasm until she was crying
out with each peak. She was huffing like a sprinter, her stomach
heaving as she came down. I looked at her bright red face, a rash
of red spreading down to her breasts. She was so amazingly
beautiful that I was nearly in tears. Here was a wonderful,
bright, smart girl in her blooming years, and I was so fortunate
to be the one to show her the way to paradise. I hoped that some
day she'd allow me to go further, but considering that two hours
ago we'd never met, we had come a long way, baby! I grinned as I
saw that lopsided smile appear, growing wider as her hands
reached down to feel her slimy slit.
      "Mmm... wow," was all she could offer, over and over while
she recovered. I caressed her chest and tummy and legs, staying
carefully away from her crotch area. Eventually, her eyes opened
and she gazed up at me, still grinning. Suddenly her face went
serious.
      "Is that an or... or-grasm?"
      "Or-gas-m" I corrected, "and from the looks of you, it was
a good one, right?"
      "Whew! Yeah. Wow. I wanna do that a bunch of times, only
not right now, I'm too tired." She giggled at her own joke. I
did, too.
      "Well, Miss MaryKay Ellen Stuart, it certainly has been an
eventful day for you. I am SO glad I got to meet you and to know
you. Thank you for the privilege of making love to you."
      "But... but we didn't... I thought making love was when the
man put his thing... you know..."
      "Well, making love is doing that, too, but it's all about
the process of sharing loving feelings with each other. Sometimes
it ends with the act of sex but sometimes, it's just cuddling and
kissing, and... what we did."
      She reached up and pulled me down onto her face, kissing me
with what she felt was her best kiss. I gently told her to open
her mouth a little and let our tongues touch. She made a face
and, after a bit, said `OK' then closed her eyes about puckered
up again. When we started kissing, I slid my tongue across her
lips and she gave an `mmmm' and let her tongue slip out to touch
mine. The feeling was electric again. "How could a 10 year old
girl be so erotic?", I wondered as I kissed and kissed her. I was
lost in those small, full, soft lips. My dick was once again
drooling against her thigh.
      After a while, I fell back on the bed with my eyes closed
and reveled in the feel of having a young girl next to me. I
sensed movement on the bed and looked up to see her propped up,
watching me. She reached out and touched my nipple, watching it
rise was she duplicated some of the moves I used on her.
      She giggled, "Just like mine. Points!" She pulled gently on
my stiff nipple to let it drop back against my chest, then moved
to the other one. Her eyes and hand drifted together down across
my stomach to my pubic hair. My dick was lying stiffly, pointing
toward my head and throbbing. I felt her hand softly close around
the shaft, her thumb rubbing the drop of precum off the tip. I
moaned and my dick surged in her hand.
      "Mmm... Kay... that feels so good. Have you ever touched a
man's thing before?"
      "Just my baby cousin's when I was changing him once. His
was really tiny and mushy soft. Not like yours. It's too big to
go in a girl like me, don't you think?"
      I had to be careful here, if I wanted a chance. "Well, a
girl's vagina can stretch to fit a lot of things. Remember, it's
made to let a baby come back out and that is a LOT bigger than my
penis. Young girls are not very big, but if you're careful, it
will stretch to fit. The first time is the most painful, no
matter what age, because a girl is a virgin and she has that
little piece of skin covering the opening to her vagina. You
remember that?"
      "Yeah, but mine is mostly gone, the doctor said, from my
gymnastics classes and from my bike riding. Also, I think I might
have put something in there," she finished in a whisper.
      "Oh? How did you think to try to put something in there?"
      "Well, we were at a slumber party at my friend Betsy's
house and she was bragging about how she could put her hairbrush
handle all the way in her, so I tried it, and I almost got it in
but then it started to bleed and I quit. I was scared I had done
something awful to myself, but Betsy said I had just popped my...
my... hy-something... and that it would be OK in a few days."
      "Hymen. That's that piece of skin. Some girls have them
that close up their vagina almost all the way and others have a
very little ring of thin skin around part of the opening. Some
have none at all. But, the good thing is, once it's opened up,
girls don't usually bleed when they have sex, if they are careful
and don't try to push things in too fast."

=== END of chapter 1 ===