Author: Hardguy
Title: pickup (Work in Progress)
Summary: The following story is a work in progress and is presented
as is. It may be unformatted, contain misspellings, poor grammar,
half constructed thoughts, and continuity errors. Story title may be
misleading, as the plot may change during the writing process from
the initial inspiration. If anything, it is presented in an effort to
gauge reader interest.
Keywords: M/g, ped, cons, 1st
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He had always just been there as far as Mandy knew. Same
place, same time, same look on his face. An expression that seemed
trapped between a pleasant smile and desire. Her friends would
ignore him, what with being too busy discussing boys, movie stars,
clothes, parents, and other topics that generally appealed to tween
girls. Mandy had other interests though that she didn't speak to her
friends about. None of them had ever said a thing about that little
bump that seemed to hide inside the top of their private slit, or how
great it could feel when it was rubbed. Playing with your privates
just wasn't a girl thing. It seemed too...boyish to Mandy.
Boys. She would never understand them anyways. Always
running around on the playground at school shooting imaginary guns at
each other, and making fun of anybody that was different in the
slightest little way. It was so dumb, and, well, it kind of hurt
when you were the target. Some of her friends had started to swell
on their chests already, and Mandy had been lucky enough to be an
early starter as well. What she wasn't nearly so fortunate in
though, was her mother's distraction and indifference to this fact.
While her budding friends had all gotten training bras, which they
padded to the point of looking nearly 2 years older than they
actually were, Mandy remained exposed so to speak.
She started wearing sweaters and sweatshirts almost
religiously as a rather simple way of dealing with the issue. She
didn't care so much that her tender little breasts were being hidden
unlike the way her friends were flaunting theirs, she just didn't
want to be known as the nipple queen of the 5th grade. What really
bothered her though wasn't just that they were prominent, it was that
whenever she felt like somebody was staring at them she would get
excited. It wasn't difficult for a girl, no matter how young and
inexperienced, to see the relation between the good feelings created
by touching between her legs and the wetness that accompanied it.
She had gotten that wet feeling a few times at school, and it had
made her incredibly self-conscious while being around her peers, even
if they didn't know a thing.
It was that childish innocence that brought her back to the
man in the mall. Her innocent friends, sex not even a blip on their
radars, their padded bras aside, never seemed to notice him looking
their way. Mandy noticed it of course. She was aware of his eyes
that seemed to track the group as they would walk past. Day after
day, she and about 6 of her friends would descend upon the mall, no
parental escorts along as they felt safe in numbers, and would go
from store to store without a care for their surroundings. Except
for Mandy.
It was within the first week that she noticed him. He was
almost like a statue at first. Just something there, part of the
scenery. She saw him the first few times she passed, sure, but his
presence was quickly out of mind as soon as he was out of sight.
Their eyes met the next day, making Mandy smile and blush a little
and look away. He was there again the next day, and once again they
looked at each other, a smile on the man's face this time. The third
day cemented it. Their eyes met, they both smiled, and Mandy barely
whispered, loud enough that only she could hear it herself, "Hi."
If he responded, she didn't know, because she felt her cheeks
burning as soon as the vowel left her lips and she could only think
of running from the way that minute, almost forgettable exchange
between them made her feel. It sent her skipping a few steps faster
than her gaggle of friends. Mandy couldn't put into words what about
that moment made her feel the way she did, but she knew she liked it.
She liked it so much, that at home that night it was the smiling
stranger in the mall who became the focus of her first masturbatory
fantasy.
The next day at school her mind was far from the subject
matter, and was solely on if she would see this man again at the
mall. She squirmed about in her seat, her privates buzzing along
with her mind, and every recess she would race to the restroom to
satisfy her body's strange new demands. So desperate to do this and
not be found out or raise suspicion, she would masturbate in the
stall while a friend would be outside talking to her, oblivious to
the adolescent sexual self-discovery taking place on the other side
of that inch thick steel wall.
Finally the school day ended, and Mandy could barely contain
her enthusiasm for the daily mall excursion while among her friends.
Her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest every moment she
spent inside the building. She was noticeably distracted, spacing
out with regards to everything her friends did and was naturally
teased for it. For the most part she was able to just pass it off as
being tired or trying to identify the song playing over the in-store
P.A., but neither fatigue or puzzlement would hold a candle to the
anticipation she was feeling.
Their routine movement through the mall meant that Mandy would
have to wait close to 2 hours for her big moment. She wondered if
she could slip away early and see him sooner...would they notice she
was gone? She tried to drift away from the group, but Beth, her
closest friend in the group, caught her first. Finally, the time
came, and they started their march towards his spot. Her stomach was
doing summersaults as they approached, and she nearly felt paralyzed
with a sort of fear when his face appeared in the near distance. She
couldn't pull her eyes off of him, and once the group was within his
earshot, he looked up at them, and smiled as his gaze settled on her.
Mandy lagged back a few steps from her friends, and sure
enough he stayed with her, all but ignoring the padded training bras
and makeup in favor of her natural chest and face. She didn't want
to stop and talk to him, as that would call too much attention to her
from the other girls, but she did slow her steps in preparation to
simply say 'hello' to him again. As it would happen, Mandy wouldn't
get the first word this time.
"Hi there," he said with a smile. Mandy could only giggle
shyly and hurry the few extra steps to be back with the group. Once
she did so, she looked back at him, and saw him chuckling to himself
as he looked at her go. He gave her a wink, which made Mandy wish
her skirt was just a little longer because she was sure her panties
had a little wet spot on them now.
Having achieved the highlight of her day, the last half-hour
spent at the mall was like a satisfied kind of torture. She was on a
cloud over the degree of interaction she'd had with him, but knowing
that the next opportunity was now 24 hours away felt like an
eternity. All she wanted to do now was go home and masturbate
herself into a coma, so that she could awake and come back to the
mall and see him again. She relied on Beth's mom for a ride home,
and as a latch-key kid she was able to spend a few hours alone at
home working towards that goal.
Somewhere between her 5th and 6th sessions, her homework still
hopelessly unfinished, Mandy wished there could be a way to be alone
with him...even just for a few moments. If only she didn't have to
come home...and now that she thought about it, who would know if she
didn't? Her mom never got home earlier than 10pm, Beth could be lied
to, and she could always take the bus later. It suddenly seemed so
simple to her, and she wondered why she hadn't ever thought of it
before...god, to be alone with him, what would it be like? She knew
how he looked at her, but would he...would he want to do more than
look at her? She closed her eyes and the fantasy of his hands on her
body just made her pussy twitch even more while she played with
herself.
Needless to say, the joys of her young body occupied her for
the rest of the evening. When she wasn't rubbing at her sensitive
lips on her back in bed, she was going around the house, naked from
the waist down, one hand manipulating her wet slit while doing
whatever else was necessary with the free hand. She had gotten so
accustomed to this manner of living, that she actually greeted her
mother home like that. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, given
the woman's role as the mother of a tween girl), her mother was so
tired from working all day that she barely looked at her daughter as
she went from her car to bed.
For her part, Mandy knew that she had better get to bed as
well or else it would be difficult to get up in the morning for
school. As she lay down and started to frig herself harder for her
final orgasm of the night, she realized that her homework had gone
undone, her backpack left virtually untouched since the moment she
set foot in the house and peeled off her panties. While there was a
momentary feeling of regret that she hadn't done it, it was the
realization that she didn't really care that brought a mischievous
grin to her face. At that moment, school tomorrow was just a means
to an end for her. It was now just another step along the way in
order to be with him.
The next morning, Mandy was awakened by her mother as usual,
though considering she had fallen asleep following one last relaxing
orgasm, she was naked from the waist down and not entirely covered by
the bed sheets. Though the situation was awkward for the both of
them, an impromptu mother/daughter talk was held on the subject of
sex. Mandy assured her mother that she wasn't fooling around with
any boys and that she wasn't planning to (which wasn't a total lie,
considering the man at the mall was an adult). The discussion was
cut short by both of them needing to be ready to leave the house for
work and school, but they agreed to talk more later that evening.
Knowing that she might miss the bus if she did, Mandy resisted
the urge to masturbate in the shower like usual. After drying off,
she streaked from the bathroom to her room to get dressed, her plans
for the day making her feel bolder and more mischievous. Despite
that it was only her and her mom at the house, Mandy had always been
modest around others, no matter how close they might be. Out of
habit she went to her sweater drawer first, to cover up those pointy
braless nipples of hers, only it was while she was considering which
to wear, why should she wear one at all this time? He liked to look
at her, so why not give him something to really look at this time?
She looked through the drawer for a shirt that she knew was a
little tighter than the rest and pulled it on. Without putting any
stress on it, her little bumps stood out like hills on a plain. She
took ahold of the hem of the shirt and pulled it taut. Her breasts,
still lacking any kind of adult bulk to them, mostly flattened
themselves against her chest, but her nipples took shape against the
fabric like pencil erasers. Mandy giggled as she posed in the
mirror, hoping that he would like her like this. Her mom called her
for breakfast, and she grabbed some panties and a skirt and put them
on.
As she ate, her mom raised the subject of Mandy needing a bra.
She admitted that this was something that she should have addressed
earlier, but just hadn't found the time for it. For her part, Mandy
just nodded silently. She knew her mom was just doing her job as a
parent, but it was still damned embarrassing, just like how she was
woken up this morning. Despite feeling comfortable being nude around
her mother, there was never a sexual element to it until this
morning, and for her mom to be talking about her breasts on the day
she planned specifically for them to be seen as uncovered as possible
by him, it just had her cheeks burning.
Her mom had to abandon the lecture on modesty or else she'd be
late for work, and as usual, Mandy was left to get herself out the
door in the morning. She didn't have to take the time to pack her
bag like usual because she hadn't even unpacked it last night, so she
was out the door a few minutes earlier than usual. Her enthusiasm
for the day planned was a little dampened by her mother's
embarrassing talk, but as she met with Beth on the way to school, her
mood brightened, as she was able to put the first part of her plan
into effect.
"M-my mom will pick me up from the mall tonight," Mandy told
her friend out of the blue. She felt uneasiness in her voice as she
spoke, because it was an outright lie and not exactly one she could
undo later.
"Oh, ok," was all Beth said, completely unaware of what had
just been set in motion. They talked as they walked, but Mandy
wasn't really listening. Her mind was 10 hours ahead of herself.
She remained more or less zoned out for the entirety of the school
day. She saw only him and heard only him saying "hi there," the only
two words he'd spoken to her. This mildly catatonic state went
unnoticed by her teachers, but it didn't escape Beth's attention.
"You ok?" she asked Mandy during the late recess.
"Huh? What? Yeah," Mandy answered.
"You've been weird all day. You didn't start...that, did
you?" Beth asked. Neither of the two girls had gotten their periods
yet.
"N-no, of course not," Mandy giggled. "I'd tell you if I had,
you know."
"I know you would...but it's still like you're...like you've
been thinking about something all day. You didn't even do your
homework, and you always do your homework." Mandy felt like she was
caught. Beth was her best friend, had been since kindergarten, and
here she was seeing right through Mandy's fa‡ade.
"N-no, I'm...I'm not thinking about anyth-" and before she
could finish blowing off her friend again, Beth had her in an embrace.
"Stop it! You're lying, I know it!" Mandy couldn't see Beth's
face, but it sounded like she was crying. "You won't look at me, and
you're shaking, and...and you're not wearing a sweater like you
always are so the boys won't make fun of your nipples showing."
Mandy started to feel teary herself. How could she make the one
person who knew her that well cry? She had to tell her
something...but not everything. She returned the hug to her friend.
"Why are you crying, silly?" Mandy asked, her own voice
catching on emotions.
"Because...I was afraid you weren't gonna be my friend
anymore, keeping a secret from me."
"I'll always be your friend, ok? Forever."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah." Beth let go of Mandy, and the two took a step back
from each other, and looked at the reddened tear dripping face of
their best friend. Together they started to laugh. "You're such a
baby, Beth," Mandy teased, wiping at her own tears.
"Yeah, well," Beth said, wiping her tears away, "you're being
a butt," and she hit her lightly on the shouder. "You gonna tell me?"
"Y-yeah...um...you won't tell anybody, will you? It's kinda..."
"Why? What is it? Did your mom catch you peeing in the
backyard again?"
"No!" The two of them giggled together again, and then Mandy
cupped her hands around her friend's ear. "I was rubbing my pussy
all night." It wasn't a total lie, but it qualified as a shocking
secret for a 5th grade girl to want to hide. The look of total shock
on Beth's face certainly bore that out.
"Ohmygod Mandy, that's so...so...you perv!" Mandy could only
giggle at Beth's reaction as she put her finger to her lips and
shushed her loudly. Beth lowered her voice, even though there were
very few people near where they were at. "All night?"
"Yeah...it feels so good. I couldn't help it."
"How can you do it that long? I can't..." Beth started to say
and then put her hands on her cheeks, feeling them heat up.
"You can't, what, Bethy?" Mandy laughed.
"S-shut up...I don't..."
"You just said~" Mandy teased sing-songily.
"Yeah, ok, but not all night long! It gets all...you
know...squishy..." The two girls giggled together at that, their
friendship not only remaining intact, but seemingly deepening. Aside
from discussing their physical development, they'd never spoken about
sexual matters before. More importantly to Mandy, she'd managed to
allay her friend's concerns over her strange behavior without giving
away what her plans really were. Maybe she'd tell Beth about it
tomorrow.
As the final hour of the school day dragged on, Mandy found
herself feeling nervous, excited, and bored all at once. This plan
to stay behind after all of her friends had left was kind of a scary
thing for her. She'd never been alone at the mall, or really at any
store before. She glanced at Beth, who caught the look in her
direction and smiled back at her. The two of them had a secret they
shared now, and that was the enjoyment of their own bodies. Mandy
started thinking about playing with herself...and then thinking about
Beth playing with herself. It was a whole new avenue of discussion
they could embark on the next time they were alone together.
Finally, mercifully, school was over and Beth and Mandy joined
their group of friends at the local bus stop. The two friends both
seemed to be biting their tongues when ever they spoke to each other,
a taboo topic yearning to dominate the conversation. When the bus
came and they got on, Mandy saw the driver's eyes pause upon her
chest and scrutinize the two points showing against her shirt. She
felt her cheeks warm and shortly after a warm tingle between her
legs. She just hoped that he would look at her that way as well.
Clothes, jewelry, accessories, they flitted about seeing them
all in the shops, any forays into the more intimate apparel were
usually brief and full of laughter and avoided eye contact. Not one
of them had the chest to fill out anything in the adult department,
but it was something of an unspoken worry that they might be thought
childish by the others in the group if they were to look at the
underwear designed and sized for preteens. Mandy adhered to these
social expectations despite her interest. She'd never worn a bra
before. Should she buy one? She could put it on before she met him.
Would he like that? Would he notice it? Would he even want to see
it? It was all something of a moot debate in her head anyways. She
didn't have enough money to buy one, and the trips to the mall were
always more social in nature with her friends and less shopping.
Although it was a minor disappointment for Mandy to not take
that further step into adulthood by purchasing her first bra, the
girls leaving that store was a momentous occasion. His usual sitting
location was next. Each footstep felt lighter than the one before
it, but at the same time the movement felt slow, like she would never
get to see him. In reality, barely a minute had passed since leaving
the store and before she saw him sitting there. Unlike the previous
days, when he had only looked at her when the group passed by, this
time he was watching for her as well.
Their eyes locked at a distance and Mandy felt a goofy grin
take over her face. It was the kind of smile that made her cheeks
hurt. He smiled broadly back at her, and she noticed his eyes dart
downward from her face. 'He's looking at them,' she thought to
herself. 'He's looking at my breasts...my nipples...' She felt so
embarrassed, she wanted to cross her arms over her chest the same way
she had the first day she had been teased at school by the boys. She
couldn't do that now though. 'This is for him,' she told herself.
She tried to fight the smile, it made her feel silly and childish to
be acting like that in front of him. She'd smiled like that before
though at him, and it didn't turn his attention from her, quite the
opposite.
The two of them came closer and closer, each never looking
away from the other, until he did, his attention drawn just beyond
Mandy and then he turned away, almost in shame. Confused, Mandy felt
a nudge against her arm and she turned to look at Beth, who almost
seemed to be glowering in his direction.
"You see that guy?" she said a bit hushed to Mandy. "He was
totally creeping on you." It felt like a bit of a punch in the gut
for Mandy to hear her friend talk about him in that way, but she
swallowed her true feelings before replying.
"O-oh...really?"
"Yeah, didn't you see him looking at you? I think he was
looking at your..." and she nodded slightly downward to indicate
Mandy's chest. This time Mandy gave into the urge to fold her arms
over her chest. She glanced over her shoulder and their eyes met
again, but he kept his attitude low as Beth also looked at him.
"What a perv," Beth muttered, that last syllable stressed with
disgust.
Beth's dislike of his attentions cast a bit of gloom over
Mandy for the remainder of the excursion. She wanted to tell Beth
about him after today, share this extra secret with her, talk about
her pleasurable fantasies she had of him, but didn't appear to be
happening now.
"Mandy? Mandy?" Her friend's voice startled Mandy.
"Wha--? Yeah?" she responded to Beth, who was looking at her
curiously. The others had left them behind 15 minutes ago for the
bus stop, and it was time for Beth to meet her mother in the parking
lot.
"You feeling ok? Should I go get my mom and we can wait with
you fo-"
"No!" Mandy objected a little too forcefully. "N-no, it's
fine. I'm just a little tired, that's all." The concern on Beth's
face was replaced by a sly grin.
"Tired from doing that all last night?" she asked, her voice
dropping to a hush as she made the innuendo. Mandy hadn't even
considered that meaning for her reply, and turned a little red as she
looked at Beth with a shocked expression.
"Jeez, Bethy, I thought I was the perv," she answered in a
similarly hushed tone. "I'm ok. My mom will be here soon. We're,
uh, we're gonna look at some bras for me." It wasn't a total lie,
since it was something her mom had mentioned needing to do that
morning, but it just wasn't something that was going to actually
happen after Beth left.
"Oh, cool. You need one," Beth said, adding an exaggerated
wink, that made Mandy laugh and lightly slap her friend's shoulder.
"I guess...I guess I should go now," she said, a little concern in
her voice still. "Your mom will be here soon, right?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"That creeper guy," Beth answered. "I didn't like the way he
was looking at you, you know?"
"Oh." Mandy didn't want to talk about that, the very root of
her lying to her friend.
"If you see him again, stay away, ok? Like, go where there
are other people."
"He was just looking, Beth. It's not like he was trying to
touch me or anything," Mandy responded in an almost defensive tone.
"Ok," Beth sighed, and then hugged her friend. Mandy could
feel there was some real emotion in the way Beth was embracing her,
just like earlier that day when they had their little heart-to-heart.
"Hey, um," Beth said, as she loosened her arms. "Tomorrow, can we,
maybe go to your house instead of here?" Mandy looked at her
curiously.
"I guess, sure," she answered, though she really wanted to
come to the mall again and see him, especially if her little
adventure today went well. "Why?"
"Well, we could, uh, talk about...doing that, you know?" Beth
was blushing, and Mandy quickly got what she was suggesting.
"Oh, ok," she giggled.
"N-neat," Beth said shyly, taking a step backward. "I-I gotta
go. See you tomorrow, ok?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow," Mandy said with a smile, thinking how cute
her friend was acting just now.
"B-bye," Beth said finally, and waved. Mandy raised her hand
and waved as well, and watched Beth walk away, leaving her at last
alone and nervous for what she was about to do.
Her first steps were small ones, full of uncertainty and
hesitation. Beth's warning about the man had crept into her mind and
slowed Mandy a half step. She knew Beth meant well, and was just
looking out for her, but Beth couldn't possibly know for sure. The
man always looked so nice, and those few times they spoke his voice
had been gentle. He certainly wasn't interested in doing bad things
to her. If he was just out to hurt girls, he'd have paid more
attention to the others with their padded bras, instead of her dumb
little nipple bumps. It just didn't add up to danger in Mandy's
mind, and her feet moved faster with this reassurance.
She rounded the corner and the place that he always sat came
into view, well, not the exact spot, but the space where that cluster
of benches was located was now in view. He would be on the bench in
the left corner, which would remain unseen until Mandy walked into
the thoroughfare that the benches sat around. He'd still be there,
wouldn't he? What if he had left? What was she going to do then?
How would she get home? How was she going to get home anyways? She
hadn't thought about that at all. He'd have a car, right? What if
he wouldn't take her home? She'd need to call her mom then, and that
might be troublesome to her. When did the mall even close? Would
she need to wait outside in the dark where some real bad guy would
grab her and-
"Ow, hey!" A large soft object suddenly was right in front of
Mandy and she had walked straight into it while lost in thought.
"You need to watch where you're going, young lady," the object said.
Mandy had been in such a daze that it took that admonishment for her
to realize that the object was actually another person, a rather
overweight woman at that.
"O-oh, I'm sorry," Mandy apologized. "I wasn't paying attent-
" She didn't really need to finish what she had been saying, as the
woman rather rudely shrugged Mandy off and walked away. It was now
that Mandy took a look at her surroundings and found that she had
actually walked right past all the benches without even noticing.
She spun on her heel and hurried back, her heart sinking when she was
able to see his spot was now occupied by a young woman and a child
enjoying ice cream. He was gone.
"N-no..." she whimpered with disappointment. The edges of her
vision got blurry as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks as
other shoppers walked past her. Some walking towards her seemed to
notice her distress, glancing with brief concern as they passed. It
felt to Mandy as though they were all staring at her, and she grew
self conscious and wiped at her eyes and starting walking again. She
wasn't really sure where she was going though, but she just wanted to
disappear for a few moments. The sign for the restroom seemed to
come out of nowhere, and that felt like as good a place as any right
now.
She turned down the hallway that led to the men's and women's
rooms, and a figure exiting from the men's restroom caught her eye,
and she his. Mandy slowed in her tracks as he came nearer, a smile
spreading on his face. "Hi there," he said.
"H-hillo," she stuttered, running 'hi' and 'hello' into one
dumb sounding word. She stood still as he casually strolled past her
and out to the mall traffic. He was still here! She could still go
through with it! She could talk to him more! She rushed out after
him, but he was lost in the crowd just like that.
Back to the bench area she went, but his usual spot was still
occupied by the woman and child and their ice cream. Mandy groaned,
thinking she had lost him again, and stomped her foot in petulant
frustration because she didn't know what else to do. "Oooh!" This
public display of angry emotion drew more than a few stares.
"Is that any way to act when you're in public?" asked a voice
from behind her. It wasn't a familiar voice to her, but she just
knew who it belonged to before she turned around to see him.
"Y-you're still here!" she exclaimed, suddenly wishing she had
gone into the bathroom moments earlier because she felt about ready
to pee herself with excitement.
"Yes, I'm here," he said with that gentle smile, "but, uh,
maybe we should go somewhere else? You're making a bit of a scene
over running into your uncle." His words confused Mandy for a
moment, but she realized what he was suggesting.
"O-oh. S-sorry, Uncle Mark," she said meekly, using the name
of her actual uncle.
"It's ok. Let's go get some dinner," he said loud enough for
those still looking their way to hear. He offered her his hand, and
she took it with only a moment of hesitation.
'It was so warm,' she thought as they left all those pairs of
questioning eyes behind them.
"I have to admit," he said to her as they walked, "I'm a
little surprised by this. Did you leave your friends behind for me?"
"W-well, yeah," Mandy said. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you."
"Really? A strange man like me?" he questioned.
"You're not strange. I see you here everyday."
"I see," he said. "So you've been looking at me while I've
been looking at you." The way he said it made Mandy blush.
"Y-yeah. You...you've really been looking at me?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I? You're the prettiest of all your
friends."
"J-jeez...no I'm not," Mandy bashfully answered looking at the
floor.
"What makes you say that?"
"Dunno...my face, my body...I don't wear make up and stuff
like them."
"Among other things," he commented. Mandy didn't quite
understand what that meant, but a glance up at him saw his eyes look
to her chest where two pointy little bumps were, and the meaning was
clear.
"J-jeez..." she said in embarrassment and looked away, even
though she chose specifically that morning to dress so that he'd see
them.
"That's part of what I like about you though," he told her.
"You're real. Your friend all stuff theirs, don't they?"
"Yeah!" Mandy said with slight amazement. "You can tell?"
"Everybody can," he said with a chuckle. "A girl your age
shouldn't look like that. They should look like you." If Mandy's
face wasn't already flushed, she would feel it growing even warmer.
What she did feel though was more aware of her little breasts, which
had tingling sensations filling each little point in response to
being spoken about.
"T-they're not big or anything. Just pointy," she said, her
voice edging close to a whisper.
"They're cute, and so are you," he whispered, just above her
burning ear.
"I...I, uh...I l-like you too," she said to the floor, her
lips moving, but no actual sound coming out of them, despite it
sounding loud and booming inside her head. It felt strange to her to
admit her feelings so readily, but for a boy, no, a man, especially
this man, to call her cute, it could only mean that he liked her.
"What was that?" he queried, only then letting Mandy know that
he hadn't heard her confession. She looked up at him, his face, that
smile, the hours of touching herself the night before, how she wished
it was his fingers as she lay wrapped in his arms, making her wet,
making her squirm and gasp. Now it wasn't just her nipples that
tingled.
"I like you," she said, unflinchingly, to his face. She bit
her lip out of fear that she had said too much, too soon. What if he
didn't like her? What if he was only just complimenting her on her
body because he was a nice, embarrassing, but nice guy?
"You do?" he said with a hint of surprise, though his face
didn't show it. Worry filled Mandy, and she felt her stomach start
to ache in a pit of it. His mouth moved again, and as she braced
herself for rejection and disappointment because she was only a
little girl and he was a man, her brain processed his words. "I like
you too."
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***This marks the end of current progress on 'pickup,' as of 17 April
2015.***
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