Copyright (c) 2014, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication:
Tuesday, February 25, 2014


Author: Hardguy
Title: The Offer
Part: Deleted Scene: Oswald's Vacation
Summary: *SPOILER WARNING* This deleted scene may give away some plot
details for another story of mine, titled above.

Oswald gets frustrated with Kate's behavior and goes on vacation.

This is a pair of deleted scenes, the first of which is kind of a 
summary of his vacation, and the second expands on the encounter in
the Las Vegas pool.

Do note that I am releasing this deleted scene before I have finished
the actual full story, so do check back for work-in-progress updates
on it or a completed final product.

Keywords: M/F/g, ped, cons, mast

The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the
reader.  It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or
violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal
in much of the modern world.  I do not condone or encourage any
activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter
the circumstances.  Please realize that there is a line between being
a pedophile and being a child molester.  Any time that line is
crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. 
Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from
those who cannot see that line.

Thank you.

      He returned to the bedroom, freshly showered, with a towel
around his waist to get his clothes for work.  At first he thought
Kate had gone back to sleep, as she was curled on her side on the bed
with her eyes closed.  Then he heard her whimper and did a double-
take, this time spotting that her hand was down the front of her
panties.  "Whoops!" Oswald said, turning his back to her and heading
out of the bedroom to stand in the doorframe as Kate yelped in
surprise and distress behind him.  "I just need to get some clothes,
Kate.  I'll get dressed in the bathroom, and you can go on doing what
you were doing in peace.  I didn't mean to see anything that you were
doing."  She didn't answer him, and for a moment Oswald thought that
maybe she'd fainted from the shock.  He looked over his shoulder and
saw her laying face down, face in the pillow, muffling the sound of
her crying.  "Kate?" he asked, and she just slid her hands under the
sides of the pillow and folded them up to cover her ears as well. 
Oswald sighed.  There was no undoing what had happened, and she
didn't want to talk.  He hurriedly grabbed some clothes from his
dresser and went to the bathroom to get dressed.
      
      If there was some kind of magic words he could say to her
about this, he didn't know what they were.  So she was playing with
herself, fine.  He did it too.  Everybody did.  She seemed to have no
problem talking to him about doing it, but to be caught by him doing
it was a more embarrassing thing?  More embarrassing than what she'd
been doing to him while he was still asleep?  He didn't get it, and
wondered if this was just some kind of early puberty mood swing she
was going through.  If anything it really reinforced to him that Kate
was not ready for sex, despite her claims otherwise.  She said her
dad had caught her a few times.  Did she cry like this then too, or
was it different because of who did the catching this time?  He
thought this over as he ate his breakfast, certain that she would
come out at some point.  She didn't.  Before he left for work, he
checked on her and found her asleep, her upturned cheek still a bit
wet from her tears.  An impulse went through him to kiss that cheek,
and he nearly did, pausing just inches from her face.  It wasn't
necessarily taking advantage of her to kiss her cheek, but their
relationship was still strange and ambigious enough that it didn't
really feel right to do.  "I'm sorry, Kate," he whispered, and left
her there.
      
      The day wasn't nearly as hot as it had been yesterday, but it
was still a little like an oppressive force hitting him in the face
when he stepped outside on his lunch break.  He quickly ate a
sandwich, and then went to his car.  It was time to pay a daylight
call to the Henderson household.  He parked across the street, just
like his midnight visits, only this time he went to the front door
instead of the back.  On the approach, he could hear the sounds of
children inside, and cries in unison of "I'll get it!" when he rang
the doorbell.  When the door opened up, a pair of eyes looked up at
him.  He judged them both to be between 4 and 6 years old.  "Kaylee! 
Trevor!" admonished a teenaged girl who was right behind them.  "Go
back and finish your lunches," she told them before giving her full
attention to Oswald.  "Can I help you?" she asked him.
      
      "Hello, miss.  I work for Best Home Siding, and we've been
working on another home on the street, so I was just going door to
door to see if we could be of any service to the other residents." 
Oswald hoped she didn't want new siding for the house, because he was
in no way prepared for that.
      
      "N-no, sorry.  My dad's not home, and he'd be the one to talk
to about that," she said, looking a little anxious.  Oswald guessed
she was home alone with the little ones, who were watching with
interest from the dining table beside the glass patio door he'd
become familiar with.
      
      "Of course.  Sorry to interrupt your lunch.  Have a nice day,"
he said.
      
      "Yeah, bye," she said and closed the door before Oswald could
really begin to turn around to leave.
      
      It wasn't a long look he'd gotten inside the house, but he'd
picked up a little more information.  The girl, who he was certain
was the same one he'd seen the night before had called Coach
Henderson her 'dad' and there were two little kids in the house who
shared a resemblance with her.  She'd made no mention of a 'mom' or
used the plural 'parents.'  There had been a rather nice looking
framed portrait sitting on the mantle of an adult woman with a
somewhat dated hairstyle.  Oswald wondered if she had been the
mother, and speculated that maybe she had passed on recently.  He
made a note to search the local paper's obituary archives later.
      
      On the drive home after work, Oswald found himself wondering
what Kate would be wearing.  It wasn't oppressively hot like it had
been the day before, but that didn't change the fact that his
apartment was poorly air conditioned.  The bikini again?  Maybe a t-
shirt and the bikini bottoms?  Maybe she'd just stayed how she'd
slept, in a t-shirt and panties.  This of course was assuming she
wasn't still holed up in his bedroom after what had happened in the
morning.  Should he try to talk to her about it, or just ignore it
like he'd ignored the first time he'd caught her.  She didn't know
he'd heard her that time, so maybe that was a poor experience to draw
on when handling this situation.  He had no idea what Kate was
thinking and feeling about it now, nearly 10 hours later, and he
wondered if forcing a discussion on it would be a wise thing in the
first place.
      
      The first thing he noticed when he opened the door was how
quiet it was.  The TV was off, there was no running water in the
bathroom, and there was no little girl to greet him.  "Kate?" he
called out, straining his ear to hear a response.  Could she be
asleep in the bedroom?  He went there, and found nothing but an empty
bed.  He looked to the floor at the bedside where her pile of clothes
had been.  Nothing, gone.  'The bathroom,' he thought.  'She's in the
bathroom changing her clothes for some reason.'  No.  The bathroom
was empty, the shower was dry, and there were no wet towels that
hadn't been there when he'd left in the morning.  Kate wasn't there. 
She was gone just as suddenly as she had appeared.
      
      Exiting the bathroom he saw his computer's screen saver.  He
forgot to take the power cord with him this morning, and he hadn't
turned it on before he left.  Kate must have used it.  He went to it
and once he had moved the mouse, a map popped onto the screen.  It
started from his apartment and went to a house on the opposite side
of the park that he had played with Kate in, and where he had see
Miriam shooting hoops that one night.  Kate had told him that she
lived near there.  Was this her home?  Is that where she had gone? 
It was only a little under 5 miles away, but was she walking there? 
Alone?  He couldn't tell when she'd brought up the map, or when she
had left, but it was still more than an hour of walking she would
have to do.  He stopped thinking about it, just grabbed his keys, and
drove.
      
      Naturally, rush hour traffic was in effect, and he had barely
gone half a mile before he was in bumper-to-bumper stop and go
traffic.  A drive that should have taken him 15 minutes, now took him
nearly 45.  Once he did finally arrive, he was no longer feeling
quite so impulsive, but just looking at the number on the house got
his pulse up again, and he got out of the car and started walking
towards the front door.  Kate was here and he was going to...do what
exactly?  Take her back with him?  Who was he to decide where she
went?  A car honked at him, and he stepped back out of the way for it
to pass.  He'd stopped in the middle of the road to question himself.
He looked up at the house again, and saw a woman in her late-30s
looking out the window at him suspiciously.  Who was she?  Was she
Kate's mom?  Didn't Kate live with her dad and his boyfriend?  Was
this even her house?  God, what was he even doing here?  The look in
her eyes said that she wasn't about to open her door to him, and
considering how he looked at that moment, standing in the road in
front of her house, a complete stranger staring at her, she was
probably already thinking about calling the cops on him for menacing
or something.  He couldn't even begin to try and explain why he'd
come here to anybody else, or he'd really be in deep shit then.  Kate
was gone.  She'd left on her own, just as she'd come, and as
frustrating as that made him, he had no right to force her to go
anywhere.  Oswald turned around, got in his car, and drove home.
      
      Oswald stayed home that night, replaying what had happened
that morning over and over in his head.  She'd rubbed up against
him...no, no she'd rubbed her pussy against him...no, against his
penis, like she was trying to sit down on it.  He'd caught her at
that and it didn't upset her.  They'd even talked about it and she
was fine.  Fine with him knowing that she'd initiated that sort of
contact, but seeing her masturbating was tears and leaving without a
word?  Damn.  It wasn't even nude masturbating!  He didn't see a
thing, just a hand in her panties.  It just drove him crazy at
attempting to understand it.  Even crazier was that the sexual
aspects of it turned him on, but the rest of it was too frustrating
to make it work for him.  He didn't like admitting that remembering
that first time with his sister almost always got him off, but at
least it made sense.
      
      He looked at the computer, screen saver running, Kate's map
still the open window on it.  Should he go online?  Just find
something to take his mind off of it all?  He remembered he wanted to
run a search on the coach's wife.  Well, that was something at least.
It didn't take him long either.  She had died in a car accident 5
years ago, leaving behind an 11-year old daughter and twin infants, a
boy and a girl who had been in the car with her, but survived in
their car seats.  Those two little kids who had looked up at him at
the door that afternoon, they'd never known their mother.  Their big
sister was now filling that role as best she could.
      
      He reopened Miriam's chat log and read it.  She was 8 when the
touching began, 5 years ago.  Had his wife been his outlet for the
sexual desire towards his daughter, and once she was gone he had to
turn to Miriam?  Oswald wondered if it was a coincidence too that the
wife had gotten pregnant when the daughter reached puberty, and that
intercourse with Miriam didn't begin until she reached that age as
well.  Oswald felt a little bit like a man in a glass house, but he
really wanted to turn the coach in.  The cops were really the only
viable answer.  If he just let Miriam's mom find out, she might get
some kind of pleasure out of it and let it continue unpunished.  The
daughter knew something too, and was possibly keeping it secret. 
What would happen to her and the two little ones if Henderson was
thrown in the clink?  It was a nice house, and they seemed well off. 
The right thing to do and the status quo, both sides had so much
appeal.  Nobody was getting hurt right now, well except for Miriam,
who seemed plenty willing and enthusiastic about her role.  God damn,
none of this was his business anyways.  Here he was trying to get his
mind off the illogic of Kate's departure, and now he was struggling
over Miriam getting fucked by her coach.  He made a fist and hit his
computer mouse with it in frustration, cracking the plastic.
      
      Sleep didn't come easily that night, nor did it come the night
after that.  He felt like a zombie over the weekend, and come Monday
morning, Oswald was hungover after trying to drink himself into some
kind of rest.  He wanted his old life back.  If only he'd never
answered 'yes' to her that night and not gotten that picture archive
from her.  He wasn't a rapist or a molester or a pervert that would
take her up on her crazy ass offer for real.  He shouldn't have to go
through all this because of her perverted fantasies.  Everything he
did was because he was curious if it was real, and then he just
stumbled onto Miriam's secret life, and that led him down this whole
other rabbit hole.  Kate was something of a side effect of this whole
thing, and it's not that it was all bad where she was concerned, but
that sure added a whole other source of stress on him.  He couldn't
stop worrying about her.  Had she gotten to where she was going?  Her
name and picture wasn't all over the news as a missing child, so he
had to assume that she was fine, but seeing as how she described her
father's interest in her wellbeing as negligent...
      
      He had to get out, get away, get his head clear of Kate and
Miriam and Henderson's kids and the fate of all of them.  He had
earned quite a bit of vacation time at work.  He could take it now,
and by the time he got back school would be in session and Kate
wouldn't be able to surprise him again with another week of confusing
and frustrating behavior.  He talked to his boss at the close of work
that day, and got what he wanted, plus a little extra.  Two and a
half weeks.  He checked his bank account, borrowed a little money
from his parents, made travel plans, and arranged with his neighbor
to pick up his mail.  Two days later he was on a plane for warm
waters, warm sand, and hopefully warm company...warm adult company.
      
      Hawaii gave him two of those three things.  Oswald hit all the
war memorials and the volcanic sites.  He tried surfing (badly),
snorkeling (poorly), rock climbing (flailingly), and hang gliding
(surprisingly smoothly) before he decided that the beach was the
place for him after all.  There were plenty of families around,
squeezing in that last week of summer vacation before the kids had to
be back in class.  Given what he was trying to forget, Oswald tried
not to look too much, but his sunglasses afforded him the luxury of
looking without being caught out, and indulged in his dirty fantasies
where the opportunity presented itself.  Creases, bumps, mounds, and
points were all observed, remembered, and enjoyed later, though none
of them could really top the petite girl who he was pretty certain
was enjoying the hot tub jets far too much, only to flee with a
flushed face when she saw Oswald watching her.
      
      After a week, the tropics and the families were traded for the
desert and the strip.  He stuck to a $100 limit each night in Vegas,
winning $350 one night, breaking even once, and blowing it all the
rest.  As much as he hated losing that $450, he was sure glad it
wasn't all $800.  What the casinos took from him monetarily, they
made up for sensually.  She swore she was 21, even eagerly producing
an out of state license as proof, though she was so nervous looking
when Oswald was holding it, he was almost certain it was a fake and
she was worried he'd call her on it.  Oswald took Sin City's motto to
heart, and while she might not have been old enough legally to drink
or screw, he didn't stop her from doing either.  He wore a rubber
while taking her from behind first, then flipping her onto her back
and pounding her to a climax with her legs wrapped around his waist. 
She left his room before 9 pm, tipsy and sore, and then did a poor
job of trying to ignore him when he saw her checking out with her
parents the next morning.
      
      On his last night there, another girl approached him in the
pool.  She did her best to sound older and experienced, but a lot of
the lines she delivered were incredibly cheesy, and had probably
resulted from a brainstorming session with her friends, who were all
watching and giggling from the other side of the pool.  Oswald
decided to give her a few lines in return, and she soon returned to
her friends, red faced and utterly shocked by what he had said to
her.  He saw her again the next morning, and waved, sparking another
wildfire of teenage giggling and blushing as he left to catch his
flight home.
      
      It was always nice to return home after a trip.  Sure the
vacation was full of new sights and sounds and interesting places to
see, but there really was no place like home.  He slept like a baby
that first night back in his own bed, waking for work the next day
fully refreshed.  He didn't give the chatroom, or really any sort of
porn a thought that entire first week home.  He did however give
Miriam one moment of his time, but that was only to delete the
pictures of her and to toss the panties he had gotten from the pool
locker room into the garbage.  He was done with her, and if he ever
ran into her mom online again, he was going to tell her he was giving
up on her offer, and would block her from further contacting him.
      
      That left only the matter of Kate.  He had a feeling she would
try to contact him again, possibly visit.  He wasn't sure how he
would wind up treating her if that was the case.  He wasn't mad at
her for anything really, but he couldn't really see any good coming
from her visiting him.  Her behavior was far too immature to handle
any sexual activities or contact, and Oswald didn't want to run the
risk of getting her really attached to him by being her first.  It
wasn't that he had lost interest in girls her age, rather it was that
he was sure Kate would consider him to be her boyfriend, and
inevitably their age difference would ruin that sort of relationship,
even if it was only one-sided.
      
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      If his Vegas vacation had ended there he would have been
perfectly satisfied, but his final night there handed him one more
chance encounter.  He was relaxing in the pool ahead of his flight
the next morning when the girl approached him.  She couldn't have
been more than 14, though she was trying really hard to act much
older.  The giggling group of similarly aged girls on the other side
of the pool was probably a pretty good clue too.  He ignored them
though, and gave her the attention she was asking for.  It was a
fairly poor acting job on her part though, especially when he took
their conversation further than she had intended.  The look on her
face when he whispered his hotel room number in her ear and told her
to "come wet, or don't come at all" was worth it before he got out of
the pool, dried himself off, and went back into the hotel.
      
      When that knock on his door came 15 minutes later, he was half
expecting hotel security on the other side of it to investigate what
he was going to tell them was a prank.  Instead it was her, dyed
blonde hair with dark roots tied back in a pony tail, B-cup breasts
still in her bikini top, and a pair of those tiny denim shorts that
should be illegal for anybody underage to wear.  He didn't look out
in the hall to see if her friends were all there.  He didn't have to,
the way she glanced down the hall in the direction of some hushed
giggles.  He stepped aside, inviting her in, and she glanced at her
companions again before stepping forward into the room, excited gasps
and breathless whispers of "oh my gosh," and "go Janey!" following
her inside.
      
      She was wide-eyed and a little terrified as she sat on the
edge of his bed.  Oswald couldn't help but compare her to Kate in his
mind, and if he had to pick which one of them had looked more ready
to have sex, Kate would have won in every category.  "How old are
you?" he asked her.
      
      "F-fif...I mean, sixteen," she answered unconvincingly.
      
      "You sure about that?"
      
      "You won't tell, will you?" she asked, maybe a bit too
quickly, giving herself away.  "Thirteen."
      
      "And what do you think you're here to do with me, thirteen-
year old Janey?"
      
      "H-how do you know my name?"  Oswald just had to nod in the
general direction of where her friends had been in the hall.  "O-
oh..."  Her bold grown up girl personal she'd adopted back in the
pool was nowhere to be seen.  Now she was just a nervous half naked
teenage girl.  "We're gonna d-do it, right?"
      
      "Is that what you want to do?"
      
      "I-I dunno...I guess...maybe..."  She looked down at her hands
that were clasped in her lap.  Her voice was falling quickly to that
of a whisper.  It was easy to act brassy and sultry when her friends
were there to give her support in what was very likely just a silly
dare to chat up a young man in the pool, but when push came to shove,
she was a 13-year old girl in the end.
      
      "You know, when I told you my room number I didn't actually
think you'd come," Oswald told her.  "I was just joking with you,
like you were joking with me."  She looked up at him in surprise, her
mouth hanging open, then turning to an embarrassed grin.
      
      "I-I guess I didn't know...b-besides, when I told my friends
what you said they said it was a good chance for me to lose it..."
      
      "You're a virgin then?"  She replied to that with a nod.  "Do
you play with yourself, Janey?"
      
      "No!" she protested, shaking her head vehemently.
      
      "Never?  Not even once?"
      
      "M-maybe...once..."
      
      "Janey, whatever we do or say in this room is going to be
known only by the two of us, so you don't need to be shy with me. 
It's not shameful to touch yourself, though it might be a little
embarrassing to tell somebody else about, but we all do it for
varying reasons.  Maybe because you're bored, or because you're
feeling a little naughty, or maybe because there's a person you like
and wish they would do things with you in private.  Is there a boy
you like, Janey?"
      
      "Y-yes..."
      
      "Is it me?"
      
      "No..."
      
      "Then I won't have sex with you, okay?"
      
      "O-okay..."  She looked up at him, some relief on her face. 
"I didn't really want to do it with you.  I don't really know you at
all."  Oswald wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her and
tell her what a stupid thing she did going to a stranger's hotel
room, but decided on a more calm method of telling her.
      
      "That's right.  You don't know me at all.  You're lucky I'm
not a bad guy, or else I'd be raping you right now and you wouldn't
be a virgin at all anymore.  You understand?"
      
      "Y-yeah."
      
      "Good.  So, if we're not going to have sex, then what would
you like to do?"  The question seemed to confuse her.
      
      "W-well, nothing, I guess?"
      
      "Nothing?  Janey, you are alone in a Las Vegas hotel room with
a man you will never see or hear from again and who will never talk
to anybody you know, and he is asking you what you want to do.  Is
'nothing' really what you want?"  He watched her expression change
from momentary contemplation, to a glance at his face, then at his
waist, then break into a shy silly grin.
      
      "C-can I see it?"
      
      Oswald almost challenged her to say just what 'it' was that
she wanted to see, but he didn't want to really embarrass her.  She
seemed like a good kid, just one who needed a little better sense and
less pushy friends.  She'd probably never seen a dick before, and
although he knew it was illegal for him to show her his, she didn't
seem the type to go running to the cops.  "Ok," he said, and without
any ceremony, pushed down his swim trunks.
      
      "Omygosh!" blurted the teen, who quickly covered her eyes.
      
      "This, Janey," said Oswald as he stepped out of his swim
trunks, "is another reason why I won't have sex with you.  You can't
even bear to look at it, and you asked to see it."
      
      "Sorry..." she whined, still covering her eyes.  He saw her
fingers open, and her head move, clearly peeking at it.  "I-I thought
you were only joking again..."
      
      "Do you want me to cover it up?"
      
      "N-no," she said with a bit more confidence, and lowered her
hands.  She so very clearly had never seen one before.  He could tell
just from the way she looked at it.  "It's so big..." she said, and
then looked down at her own lap.  "Too big..."  Oswald had to smile
at that.
      
      "So, is this all then?" he asked her.  "Just wanted to see it?"
      
      "Um, well...one of my friends said that it squirts if you
shake it.  Can I see it squirt?"
      
      "You want to watch me jack off?"
      
      "Yeah!"  There was a naughty sparkle in her eye as she sat up
straight and leaned forward eagerly.
      
      "Ok then," Oswald said, and took himself in hand and started
to stroke.  As he did it, he thought about how he would have done
this for Kate if she'd only asked him.  They could have done it
together.  That thought made him feel sad though, so he pushed it
aside and focused on the girl here and now, who was raptly watching
him.  "If you want to touch yourself while you watch, I don't mind,"
he told her.  "Lots of people just play with themselves while they
watch other people do it."
      
      "I-I dunno...that's kind of..."
      
      "Too much?" Oswald finished for her.  She smiled and nodded. 
"That's perfectly ok.  I just didn't want you to think you had to
just sit and watch."  He looked at her hips, which were wiggling
around.
      
      "W-well, you can look at me if you want?  I-I don't mind
showing you my b-boobs..."  She raised her hands to her chest, and
covered each bikini blanketed breast with a palm.
      
      "It's up to you," he answered, stroking a little slower, so
she could answer before he came.
      
      "It's ok...t-they're just boobs," she said, and reached around
behind her back to pull the string.  The cups loosened and two pencil
eraser sized nipples appeared from inside.  She slid the top off her
arms and sat nervously with her breasts bared.  They were not exactly
round just yet.  Still a little pointy as they rose from her chest
and were drawn into the dark pink discs that surrounded the nipple. 
They seemed to lack fullness still, and Oswald could tell that they
were destined to become much bigger for the girl over the next few
years.  "I-I think they look a little strange," she said.

	END.



Author's note: I didn't finish writing this, but Oswald ultimately
did not fuck this random girl in Vegas.  He was going to jerk off for
her, and maybe stain her shorts so she'd have some "proof" she could
show her friends that they'd done it, kind of like that scene in 
'Sixteen Candles' where the nerd is given the girl's underwear to
show off to his friends.  Anyways, Oswald would then go back home,
and not see Kate until a few weeks later when she'd tell him she had
sex with some random boy her own age and it was awful, and so Oswald
would regret his trip and it would be all so depressing and painful
that he takes his rage out on Miriam's coach and basically it was one
big downer of a story ending.  So yeah, I quit writing along that
route and went with something a bit happier and satisfying.

Do note that I am releasing this deleted scene before I have finished
the actual full story, so do check back for work-in-progress updates
on it or a completed final product.

Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome.

Hardguy
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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.