So Shy (Mg, ped, cons) By UncaBa Jenny was a sweet student of mine who also happened to live three houses down the street. She was tall for her 9 years, and slender to the point of being skinny. Her parents were fanatics about food and eating. No amount of body fat was allowed in their household. That's why she became my lover. I had junk food at my house and I shared it with, uh, special friends. At first, she was so shy that she could not even look me in the eye when she came to class at school. I quickly determined that her shyness hid an impressive IQ and the quickest mind in the room, probably the school. She didn't miss a trick. With all those brains and a tall, lean, body - she rarely said a word in anyone's class unless directly spoken to and required to answer. If a noncommittal shrug of the shoulders would work, she'd offer it, but when pressed she always had the correct answer and then some. She was a polite girl. Other teachers often referred to her as "that quiet, pretty girl in your class" when they spoke to me about her. Her new tits made her even more shy. I noticed that they had started budding at the beginning of the year. At first, I thought it was just a padded training bra, but in a short time I discovered they were the real thing - new titties. It was purely by accident, but rendered by device: She wore a demure Peter Pan collar blouse one warm Spring day and left the top button undone. When I noticed that the second button was also loose, I found ways to stand over her during periods when I could pretend to view their work. Eventually, I found her bent over her work just enough so the blouse fell away from her body, revealing those sweet boobs encased in a flimsy cotton bra. It was not one of those tight, elastic, sports bras but a lacy little AA cup gem that had me sitting at my desk in a few moments, hoping my erection would wane before I had to stand again. I fought all day to keep my mind off those tits. When I leaned in to get a good look, they were highlighted just right to see all the way to the nipple. As it was, the texture of the areole revealed itself by changing from pure, veiny, blue-white skin to shiny pink satin topped with a tiny bump of a nipple. I realized I had been holding my breath after that. But I digress - Jenny had to walk past my house on her way home from after-school soccer practice and often would look up through her dirty blonde hair to glance at my house. If I was in the yard, I would have to speak first before I would even get a quiet "hullo" in response. If I waved, she would quickly glance around to see if I might be waving at someone else. If no one was around, I'd get a brief smile and a quick wave of the hand. Her head was almost always tilted down so that her stylish dark-blonde hair hung over one eye. I think she used her hair as a hiding device. From behind that shock of bangs, she could watch her world around, hardly missing a thing. She was always early to class. She would come in and put her books away, then stand around looking at the fish in the aquarium, glancing my way occasionally to see if I would notice her. I would wait until she was shifting from foot to foot in boredom and then pop a comment toward her. "Say, Jenny, would you clean the board for me?" or "Jenny, be a dear and pass these papers out to all the desks, please?" She would instantly do the deed with minimal instruction, and always correct even if I told her the wrong thing to do. Sharp - she was sharp. How we became friends at home was her parent's idea. We were conversant and knew each other long before Jenny became a student in my grade. I had watched her grow up from when she was 3. Her parents had been over and we had grilled steaks and I offered to let Jenny to use my in-ground pool when they came over. That offer got me plenty of glimpses of her slim body as she swam and dived, having great, quiet fun. She rarely laughed out loud but seemed always to have a smile that looked as if she had just told herself a joke she liked. It begins - One hot summer day, Jack, Jenny's dad, called asking for help. Jenny's grandmother had fallen and broken a hip in the next state and they were panicked to find a quick sitter while they dashed the 300 miles north to check on Mom. "Bob," he began. I could hear heavy breathing as he explained the problem. "So...ol' buddy, I need to leave Jenny with someone for at least a couple of days and we have no relatives here. Is it possible that she could stay with you? She loves the pool and would be no problem. She can take care of herself and even can cook if you want her to do it." "Not a problem, Jack," I quickly agreed. "I love Jenny. We'll do fine. You just worry about your mother and keep us informed when you know something. I'm sure Jenny will be worried about her, too." "Thanksamillion, Bob," Jack hurriedly spoke, then slammed the phone, dropping it off the hook. I could hear it bounce on the floor, then hear him muttering `sorry' and finally the phone hung up. They were in a hurry, I figured. Jack, a CPA, was the kind of guy who fell apart with any sort of change. But Jenny... hmm... coming to stay with me... hmm... My dick stirred with the possibilities. Within 10 minutes, I heard Jack bang on the door, ignoring the doorbell that was right there and actually worked. I opened it to a breathless Jack and Jenny. She looked lovely in a T-shirt and shorts and sandals. Jack handed her suitcase to me and a set of keys. "Here's the keys to the house if Jenny needs to go back and get something. Hopefully, we'll get Mom fixed up and be home in a few days." I noticed that what started as a couple of days were now "a few." With no further word, Jack turned and trotted down the walk to jump in his idling car. The wife waved and yelled "Jenny, do whatever he says and be nice. No junk food, young lady. You have to watch your figure." Sheesh! What a family to have such a terrific kid. I watched them leave in a cloud of burning rubber and closed the door. I turned to see Jenny standing there, eyes downcast, hair hanging slightly over one eye, shifting from one foot to the other as she held a small sleeping bag in one hand and a large teddy bear in the other. She looked like an ad for a Lolita magazine to me. I could just sweep her up and eat her all afternoon - but that's for later. How we get there is half the fun. "Well, " I said as I checked her out. "Let's get you settled into the spare bedroom down the hall here and then we'll decide what to do next." I lead her down to my guest bedroom which was done in neutral colors and drapes - not very girly, but then I wasn't expecting one to stay in THAT room. I put her suitcase on the bed, showed her the guest bath and pointed out the closet and towels, etc. She took it all in quietly, nodding as I pointed. We wandered back into the bedroom and she sat on the queen-sized bed, bouncing a bit, testing it. Her hands drifted across the bedspread. I wished it was me. Finally, she looked up and spoke so quietly that I didn't realize she was talking to me. "Huh?" I finally came around. "Um.. what now?" she nearly whispered. "Well, kiddo. I'm so glad I was able to help out. You are one of my favorite students and I'm going to take good care of you while they are away. How about you get changed into your swimsuit and I'll fix us some snacks!" By offering both of the things I know she would like, I was a true hero in her eyes. She lit up like a Christmas tree. She turned and opened her suitcase and started flinging things all over the bed. Delicate little panties and a couple of tiny bras and shorts, socks, and finally a swimsuit that was a bikini style thing that looked like it could fit in a coffee cup. She had her shorts halfway to her ankles before she realized I was still in the room, just standing there, staring at her slender legs and tight, tiny ass. A tiny pair of pink bikini panties peeked from beneath her t-shirt, then just as quickly disappeared as she yanked her shorts back up with a squeak of surprise. Her shocked, embarrassed look sent me scurrying out with a quick "Sorry. I'm leaving." After I closed the door, I leaned against the wall, eyes closed, trying to memorize that little behind and those pink panties, caught in the crack of her ass. Oh god. I went to the kitchen and fixed taco chips and salsa dip, a truly banned dish in her house. Anything that came in a large cellophane bag was verboten and would surely cause one to have a heart attack on the spot if eaten there, jenny's mom was often heard to intone judgmentally. I already had my swimsuit on, my standard summerwear covered by a loud, flowered Hawaiian-style shirt. I called it my Magnum P.I. outfit, referring to a 70's era TV show that starred a young Tom Selleck. Talk about a soft gig - wear that, learn some inane lines, catch the bad guy, and make 50 grand an episode (big money in the 70's). Sheesh. Jenny came in and my heart stopped. She had that tiny bikini on and had a towel draped carefully around her neck. I say "carefully" because it was obvious that the towel was meant to hide her new tits. I greeted her, trying to act nonchalant at her stunning beauty, and we noshed on chips and dip for a few minutes. I had a stock of sodas, (also forbidden) and she chose the same brand I was drinking (only hers didn't have vodka in it). I was halfway watching the noon news on the kitchen TV when I heard a soft burp slip out of her. "Sorry, Mr. G" she offered, then smiled a tiny bit. I turned to look at this lovely creature, sitting in MY kitchen, wearing two ounces of material and looking as if she would evaporate if I said so much as "Boo!" suddenly. "OK, Jenny. It is not a problem, but we have to fix something here" I spoke, a bit more sternly than I had planned. Her look immediately went on the defense. Her eyebrows, or at least the one I could see, went up, her mouth went open and she actually looked directly at me for once in surprise. "Wha... I didn't mean... I mean..." she stuttered in surprise. "From now on, while you are in my house, the following rules are in effect. First, you will not call me Mr. anything. You will call me Bob or Uncle Bob or, as my nieces call me, UncaBa. We are going to be friends and have a great time and I am going to try to treat you like a visiting princess. You get what you want these few days - and that even includes eating junk food and staying up late." As I spoke, her face went from shock, to surprise, to delight. Each emotion was easily readable. By the time I finished, she was looking down at her chips and smiling that secret smile. I stopped talking and went back to watching the TV as if she was not there. Suddenly, I heard a small scarping of the chair on the floor and then two slim arms wrapped themselves around my neck. I felt her head rest on my shoulders. She was hugging me from behind - a safe way for her - and I sat very still, feeling her body's warmth against my back. The towel still prevented her soft boobs from touching me, I was disappointed to discover. "Thanks, Mist... uh.. UncaBa... You are the nicest man I know. I'm glad I mentioned you to Dad when we found out about Gramma being hurt." "No problem, kiddo," I reached up and patted her arms as they released my neck. "I am looking forward to spending some time with you these next few days. We don't have any other students around to watch us or bother us so it's just you and me." "Yeah," she replied, warming a bit, "Kinda like we were family or married... I mean...not that I'd want to ... I mean... " she sputtered, realizing she had talked herself into a hole. "Yeah, kinda like we're ... family... or close friends..." I saved her, then pressed the advantage, planting the seed of an idea, "Not really boyfriend / girlfriend of course," I said nonchalantly as if this would never be a possibility that she might like an `old guy' like me. She stood up and sighed a long sigh, thinking about what I had said. "Yeah, no one like you would be in love with a young girl like me... I mean, I'm... like...too young... and anyway..." she ran out. She had turned the tables on me, putting herself down in the process. This kid had a real inferiority complex. I spun my chair to face her, taking one of her hands in mine. She looked at my hand holding hers. "Jenny, you are the prettiest girl I know. If I was your age or maybe a couple of years older, I'd be calling you and texting you all the time, trying to get your attention." "Me?" "Yes... You! You are growing into a beautiful girl. Why, look at you in that tiny bikini." I used the line to ease her towel off her neck as if inspecting her. She tried to grab it but I had it off and lying on the table before she could. I looked at her, judging her like a side of prime beef. [This may not be a PC statement, but it was the mood I was creating] "You have a nice body, getting nicer every day. Long slender legs, a flat tummy," I poked her innie navel and she recoiled a bit, giggling, "and... (here goes nothing) what looks like nice boobs growing there along with the pretty eyes I have ever seen." As I said `boobs', her hands went up to hide her top again. I pulled them down gently as I finished talking. I reached up and held her cheek in one hand and her eyes eventually looked at me. "You are a lovely girl, Jenny Johnson. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise." She was in full blush by now and started to turn away but I still had her hand. I held it as I stood and moved close to her. Putting both hands on her shoulders, I turned her toward me, then tilted her chin up. Her lovely blue eyes held a question. She was frightened of what was going to happen. Slowly, I leaned down a pecked her on the lips. Twice. The second time was a little longer than the first peck, but still just a peck. As I stood, her eyes followed my mouth. I saw a tiny tongue lick her lips, tasting the kiss and wondered if it was her first. I had to lighten the mood, afraid that I had scared her too much. "OK, kiddo. Let's go get some sun and see if that pool water is any warmer today." I moved to the back door holding her towel. I held it out to her. After a brief pause, she passed me and took the towel. I held the door open as she walked out. Her sweet, tiny ass looked lovely as I followed it to the pool. I had an inspiration. I dashed past her, throwing my towel on a chair and dived in with a shout. I heard her squeak in surprise as I went by. When I hit the water, I realized it had not warmed up much but it was passable. I swam to the other side of the pool before I looked back. When I did, she was standing there, giggling at me. "You forgot to take your shirt off, silly." It was then that I discovered I still had my Hawaiian shirt on. I unbuttoned it, not an easy thing to do in the water, then threw it at her, missing on purpose. The shirt hit the pool deck with a wet splat. Jenny then posed in diver fashion, aware that I was watching , and dived perfectly into the pool, leaving hardly a ripple. She came up a few feet away and moved to the poolside. She was near enough, but not so close as to be "in my space" as they say. I challenged her to a three lap race and she eagerly agreed. We then spent the next half hour or so splashing and racing and diving like two young preteens - OK, like a preteen and an immature older guy. Eventually, we became too cool. I looked at her lips and saw that they were getting blue and she was0 shivering. "C'mon, Jen. Let's get some sun and warm up like turtles." I headed for the ladder near the loungers and she followed. I got out, grabbed a towel and say down. She stayed in the water a bit, waiting for my attention. `Alright, kiddo' I thought. `You want me to watch, I'll watch.' When she came out of the water up that ladder, it was like one of those 50's movies where the actress reveals just how lovely and hot she was. The water running down her tummy and dripping off her chin was sparkling in the sunlight. But, best of all, her top had slid a bit as she came out of the water, giving me a perfect view of one of her nipples poking out above the fabric. Then, when her hips cleared the water, her pink bikini was nearly transparent. I could see the dark shadow of a little patch of pubic hair just above the crack of her sweet cunt. I had to drop my towel into the swelling crotch of my swimsuit. She was truly awesome. Twelve years old, going on twenty. She came over, grabbed the towel and started drying off. When she noticed her nipple slip, I made sure I was looking elsewhere, allowing her the time to fix it and sit down. I didn't want to increase her embarrassment any worse than it already was. We lay on the chairs for a while, just enjoying the sun and each other's company. After a while, the conversation died. It was a comfortable silence. My sunglasses hid my eyes, as did hers. In a few minutes, I reached over and turned on the radio, finding a quiet rock station to provide some background. As I sat back, I patted her arm that was resting on her chair arm. "I'm glad you're here, Jen. This day is much better than it would have been without you," I said as I lay back, not looking directly at her. From the corner of my eye I could see that she looked over at me for a long time, then sat back. Her hand drifted over to rest on top of mine just a brief moment, then drew back. "Me, too," she nearly whispered, but I heard it. I looked over to see that enigmatic smile on her lips. -----end of chapter one----