Author: Hardguy
Title: theoffer (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/F/g, ped, cons, 1st, mast
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Oswald opened his chat program for yet another night of
exploring his fantasies. He was interested in little girls, but only
in fantasy. He had certainly had opportunities, that was for sure,
but he always showed restraint and deference to what was legal. That
didn't stop him from looking of course. And his eyes were always open
to a panty flash from little girls who were not quite as aware of
their own modesty. This policy he had of looking but not touching
allowed him to maintain a very low profile as a pedophile, and every
parent of a young girl he met felt nothing but secure in his
interactions with their daughters. Never once did he seriously think
about having sex with a child, until now.
This particular chat room was geared exclusively to fantasy
chat about sex with young girls. In his mind, there were no actual
minors in this chat room, and those who entered the chat with a
handle suggesting they were an actual young girl, such as sally10 or
sccrgrl12, were routinely kicked out by the room's moderators. That
restriction aside, any name was allowable from DauFcker to momof2 to
lil_cumslut. To Oswald they were all adults playing a role, and so
the restrictions on names seemed a little silly to him, but he knew
it was to keep appearances. His name was DeepInU.
Of late he'd been regularly chatting with and roleplaying with
an individual named miriam_rp. The two of them hit it off almost
immediately while working out a scene between them. Every element of
the role she suggested he enjoyed, and every piece of dialogue or
story that he would type, she responded favorably to. On this night
the two of them engaged in yet another roleplay, in which she acted
as a friend of his (imaginary) daughter whom he seduced and
impregnated during a sleepover. As usual, Oswald masturbated while
doing this, and timed his orgasm to match the one experienced by his
character in the roleplay.
While he wiped the semen off his hands and cock, miriam_rp
broke her role and started to ask him some questions, chief among
them, where did he live. Oswald wasn't stupid. He knew never to
give away too much personal information to somebody online, there was
simply no way of knowing who they really were. He'd known from the
start that miriam_rp lived within the same general area as he did,
that much was indicated by her hostmask, which was a string of
information visible to all who joined the room, but that could always
be faked and wasn't often something that novices knew much about. He
figured that at the very least he'd tell her the state that he lived
in, which she could have deduced on her own from his hostmask.
To say that his answer interested her was an understatement,
as she immediately requested a cam-to-cam session with him. Again,
Oswald knew the potential risk, and as such he did not own a cam. To
miriam_rp that was fine. She just wanted him to see her. He told
himself that if she turned out to be anything other than an adult
woman, he was closing the window immediately and ending all contact.
To his relief, miriam_rp was in fact a 30-something woman, but that
didn't mean she wasn't still some kind of gung-ho Internet predator
hunter. In an effort to gain his trust, she stripped naked on the
cam for him and masturbated. Oswald was pretty sure no undercover
cop or vigilante would go this far and was able to relax and enjoy
the show.
That's when she sent him the first picture. It showed her and
a young girl. Before Oswald could respond in any way to the picture,
she sent a compressed file named 'miriam.zip.' As Oswald opened the
file, miriam_rp began to explain. The young girl was the real
Miriam, miriam_rp's 11-year old daughter. The pictures in the
compressed file showed Miriam in a series of swimsuits, in which she
posed proudly and rather provocatively. Oswald asked if miriam_rp
had taken the photos, and she indicated that she had, and then posed
him an interesting question: "Are you interested?" Oswald was indeed
interested in the young girl, mostly just as a picture model for him
to masturbate to. Thinking he would get another archive of pictures,
he responded: "yes."
Another file transfer was initiated, this time for 'miriam-
x.zip.' The filename was intriguing, almost like a warning. He
opened it, and the first photo was a shock. Miriam lay on a bed
naked, her eyes closed, seemingly asleep. He flipped through the
pictures, astonished. In many of the pictures, well manicured
fingers pulled on the little girl's nipples, spread her vulva and
buttocks, and lastly, to Oswald's amazement, poured a milky fluid
from a condom onto the girl's lips, chest, and hairless pubic mound.
"Are you still interested?" she asked him. Oswald most definitely
was, even if it meant dealing with somebody as obviously twisted,
perverted, and deviant as this woman was.
She asked Oswald if he'd ever raped somebody; he hadn't of
course. She wrote that she had grown tired of drugging her little
girl and playing with her naked body, and that she felt it was time
that Miriam lose her virginity. Oswald had to ask, did she want him
to do this? Of course she did, but she wanted it done in a certain
way. She gave him an address in a middle-class subdivision about 4
miles from where he lived. She proceeded to give him tips on the
neighborhood and the house, who had dogs, the best streets to use for
a quick getaway, where she kept an extra key outside, where Miriam's
room was in the house, where in the house he could find materials to
restrain her with, in what spots the floorboards creaked, etc.
Finally she said that she did not want this done now, or tomorrow,
but at a future date of Oswald's choosing.
Oswald was absolutely speechless. This woman had just invited
him to rape her virgin pre-teen daughter in her own bed, and had
apparently given him the means to do so. It all sounded so
ludicrous, like the ultimate sting setup by the cops. "How do I know
this is for real?" he asked her, wanting to believe. She did not
reply, but sent him one final photo, and then signed off. The
picture showed Miriam's lower body, wearing a drenched pair of white
panties that were practically transparent and clinging to every curve
of her pudenda, the word 'miriam_rp' written on them in permanent
marker. Photoshopped on to the picture were a series of numbers and
the number of a locker in the men's changing room at the local pool.
The message it conveyed was cryptic but clear, and it got Oswald's
heart pounding.
He closed up the chat windows and powered down the computer.
He'd just had quite the surreal experience and decided that he'd had
enough of it for one night. Despite having cum already during his
cyber session, he masturbated a 2nd time before bed, the pictures
he'd received burned into his mind's eye. Typically an orgasm was a
great sleep aide for Oswald, but his mind was just too buzzed on
miriam_rp's offer. It was another hour before he could settle
himself enough to fall asleep.
The next morning he awoke to his alarm clock, considerably
tired, but as soon as he glanced at his computer, the event from
hours ago returned to his mind and woke him up. It felt kind of like
a dream, and he started to doubt it had even happened. When he
booted up the computer though, and took a look in his received images
folder, there they all were. He was about to erase them all, since
he didn't much care to keep this kind of damning stuff on his
computer, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he buried them
inside an encrypted file store instead.
Work seemed to drag for Oswald that day. He was able to keep
focused on his tasks, but it seemed like any moment he had to himself
was spent thinking about miriam_rp and Miriam. He managed to get
through it, with none of his coworkers noticing his moments of
spacing out and rubbing at his sensitive and eager cock. On the
drive home, his heart started to pound like it had the night before
as he approached an intersection. A left turn would take him home, a
right would take him to Miriam. He was curious, but fought the urge
and headed home instead. This again presented him with a choice at
the next intersection. Straight ahead would take him past the pool,
while a right would send him home. He could see the pool building in
the distance, but as he did not have a copy of the locker's details
with him, there was no point, and he went home.
Once home he fought the urge to look at the pictures again.
He almost wanted this to just go away, it had been distracting him
all day. It reminded him of the poem about the murderer who could
not escape the sound of his victim's heart beating. The computer
seemed to call to him, to just look at the pictures again. Again, he
shook off the urge and went instead to check his mailbox outside. At
the box, he collected his mail, and his nose caught a smell carried
on the wind. Chlorine. The pool. He hadn't been swimming for some
time...maybe he should... It felt nearly impossible for him to
reason away that idea. By the time he was opening his front door, he
was already thinking about where his trunks were and racking his
brain to remember when the free swim periods were held.
He went to the computer and opened that final picture again.
The sight of Miriam's wet panty covered pussy was like a drug, and he
scrawled the details of the locker onto a piece of paper. He grabbed
a gym bag, a towel, his goggles, and swim trunks, and headed out for
some dinner first. As he ate, he thought about all the possibilities
of what might be in this locker. It could be a trap of course. A
camera planted inside could be used to identify him, but how could a
middle aged woman get into a men's locker room anyways? He figured
she would have to have planted whatever was inside quickly, and so
any kind of surveillance would be hastily placed and easily removed
by anybody.
The likelihood of this being a law enforcement operation still
nagged at his mind as well, but the pictures he received and the
video chat were no doubt too extreme to hold up under the law as
being a legitimate tool for catching predators. This had to be real.
There had to be a woman living 4 miles from him, who wanted some
stranger to break into her home, and rape her little girl. That was
the only conclusion from all that he had seen, but he vowed to remain
cautious for however far his involvement would go in this strange
little game.
He finished his dinner, and drove to the pool parking lot. He
was plenty early for the public swim session, so even though he
doubted that old wives' tale about not swimming immediately after
eating, he would have a little spare time to digest just in case.
There was a fairly large crowd around the entry, so he certainly
wouldn't have any privacy in his locker room task. Hopefully
whatever he found wouldn't call attention to or incriminate him among
his fellow men.
At last the prior session, what appeared to be a child's swim
class, began to exit out of the building, and Oswald got out of his
car to join the waiting lines. As he looked around at the others
waiting, he was a little disappointed that none of them were
adolescent girls. They would have at least given him a little eye
candy during his time in the pool. There were a few nice looking
teenage girls though, not obscenely busty and rather trim. They
wouldn't have been his first choice, but he wouldn't try to not look
at them either.
The line started to move, and one by one they all paid and
filtered into their respective locker rooms, the only exception being
of course small children accompanied by an opposite gendered parent,
which in this case were all boys with their mothers. Oswald mused
that the poor kids couldn't possibly appreciate the opportunity their
youth was affording them. He stepped to the window, paid his fee,
and with great anticipation, entered the locker room and sought out
his goal.
OUT OF ORDER is what the sign read that was posted on the door
of the locker he had been directed towards. He decided to be a
little discreet and took up residency in the locker next to it. He
changed slowly, hoping for the early crowd to thin out and leave him
with a chance to make his move. He mostly got his wish, as a great
majority of the other swimmers were dressed to change quickly and by
the time he was pushing down his pants, there were only a few others
with him inside.
"...but dad, I'm 10, I can do this by myself in the girl's
room," came a voice from the locker room entrance. Oswald looked up
to see a clearly embarrassed girl enter with her father. How they
managed to enter the locker room without intervention from the
cashier in the office was beyond Oswald, since there were signs
stating that children aged 10 and over must use their respective
locker rooms. "I just want to keep an eye on you, Kate," the father
responded to which he got a stern look from his daughter. They went
to a locker just down the row from Oswald. His eyes and Kate's met,
and she shyly looked away from him, but he could see her glancing at
his underwear.
Oswald figured it might be a good idea not to give her too
much of a show, especially with her dad right there between them, so
he turned away from her and pushed down his briefs. He couldn't
really check to see if she was still looking his way, but since he
had to turn his body to pull his trunks from his gym bag, he figured
she wouldn't miss on such a good opportunity to see. He turned away
again, and stepped into his trunks.
"Hey buddy, my daughter's in here. A little consideration,
huh?" Oswald turned and looked up at the father, who himself was
naked from the waist down, and was glaring at Oswald pretty intently.
Kate, who was about to take off her shirt just looked mortified by
the whole thing, not to mention she was actively trying to look
anywhere but at her father's dangling penis.
"S-sorry," Oswald offered apologetically, if not a little
surprised by the man's hypocrisy.
"Yeah, you'd better be, or I'm gonna kick your ass," he
threatened, before turning his back to Oswald and giving his daughter
a front row view of his genitals. Oswald stashed the rest of his
belongings in the locker, and watched Kate pull her shirt off over
her beet red face. Her chest matched that of a boy's and Oswald
couldn't help growing hard. He decided it was best not to stick
around, both to avoid any more of her father's wrath, and to get
himself into the pool where any arousal he had would be better
hidden. His still hidden prize in the other locker would have to
wait.
Oswald figured the best strategy would be to swim for about 10-
15 minutes, keeping an eye on the locker room entrance to watch for
other people going back in, and also to try and peer through the swim
office to the main entrance on the other side for anybody entering
from that side as well. Once both sides looked clear, he'd make his
move. He did a few leisurely laps, checking out the teenage girls
he'd seen before while he went past. A man come out of the locker
room looking a little intimidated and glanced over his shoulder, no
doubt another target of Kate's father's wrath.
Kate followed shortly, with her father hovering over her like
a sentinel. She was clad in a rainbow tie-dyed one-piece that really
showed off her skinny preteen shape. She wasted no time jumping in
the water, while her dad remained on guard for a few moments. Oswald
had to wonder if maybe she was being abused by her father, as the two
had a rather cold relationship. She moved off into the more densely
populated shallow end of the pool, while her dad dove into the deep
end.
By Oswald's count, there was at least one more person in the
men's locker room, and he exited shortly. A glance through the glass
of the office showed nobody entering, and he hadn't seen any others
go in earlier. It was time. He swam to the pool ladder, and climbed
out, briskly walking to the locker room entrance. As observed, the
room was empty. He rushed to the locker door and spun the
combination, which he had been repeating to himself all during
dinner. He pulled the latch and it opened.
Slowly, he opened the door, peering inside for any kind of
traps or unwanted surprises. He found nothing like that, but what he
did find was a brown manila envelope. He retrieved it, and rather
than open it then and there, he decided it might be a better idea to
open in private in case there were more pictures inside. He unlocked
his own locker, and stashed the envelope in his gym bag. Tempted
though he was to leave now, he figured that might look a little
suspicious, and instead went back out to the pool.
Rounding the corner of the locker room's exit, he nearly ran
straight into Kate's father, who was on his way in. The two didn't
exactly exchange glances, more like Oswald avoided eye contact while
Kate's father stared him down while he passed. With that second run-
in behind him, Oswald spotted Kate in the pool, over in the corner by
herself. To say that she was alone would be incorrect considering
all the other people around her, but she very obviously wasn't
interacting with anybody, and rather looked like she wasn't enjoying
herself. Oswald couldn't help feeling sorry for her, and with a bit
of dark humor thought to himself that he might need a little good
karma ahead of his darker intentioned plans.
He quickly got back into the pool and headed in Kate's
direction. He did so in a backstroke, so that he could keep an eye
on the locker room exit for her dad. As he floated up beside her,
she glanced over at him, and with a look of recognition, turned red.
"S-sorry, mister...I didn't mean to see..." she apologized for
earlier.
"That's ok...hey, um, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said in a monotone, not really sounding
fine at all.
"No, I mean, your dad...he doesn't, you know...touch you, does
he?" Kate gave him a look like he had just grown a third eye.
"N-no! H-h-he's never...no!" With that kind of shock in her
voice, Oswald had to assume she wasn't just deflecting the question
out of shame.
"Okay then...I just wanted to make sure, considering...you
know...what I saw."
"Daddy's just trying to protect me...he...he doesn't like
girls anyways..." It was Oswald's turn to be shocked, but he didn't
get a chance to respond as Kate's father emerged from the locker room
then.
"...okay, I'd better go, he's back," Oswald said, and drifted
away. Kate just nodded in agreement and seemed to go back into her
little shell, but with a slight smile on her face. It was the kind
of smile that Oswald felt she didn't have often, but the brief
interaction with him helped to bring it out. Though his concerns
were unfounded, at least it had something of a positive outcome for
her, at least for the moment.
Oswald swam a few more laps, and then couldn't bear the
waiting any longer. He swam to the ladder and climbed out. Before
he entered the locker room, he glanced back at Kate. She hadn't
really moved from her spot, but he could see she was looking at him
as well. He gave her a small wave, and then went inside. He stood
under the warm shower, washing the chlorine off his body, and then
went to his locker and removed his trunks.
"M-mister?" Oswald turned around and Kate was standing
breathlessly in the locker room, looking like she had chased him in.
He noticed her glance at his penis and then look away.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked her, reasonably shocked.
"I-I told my dad I had to pee, but...I wanted...um...can
I...can I call you?" Oswald hadn't expected this from a girl her age.
"Call me?"
"Y-yeah, my dads got me my own line, so...sometime, can I?"
"Uh, yeah...do you have something I can write it down on, or..."
"I'll remember it, just tell me!" she said feeling a little
giddy and bubbly at his agreement to stay in touch.
"Sure, ok, 555-1025." Kate closed her eyes and recited the
number to herself a few times. Her eyes opened and she had a huge
grin on her face.
"Thanks mister...you're, um...you're getting hard," she
giggled. Oswald looked down and sure enough his cock was on the
rise. He looked back up at Kate, but she had already gone back out
to the pool. Between the mysterious envelope, and Kate, this was the
oddest trip to the pool he'd ever made.
He changed quickly, and got out to his car, once again tempted
to open the envelope. Though the odds of him not being seen viewing
the contents were now much lower than back in the locker room, he
felt it might be better to wait until he got home, just in case. He
figured he broke about 4 laws on the way home, the anticipation of
what it might be, pushing him ever faster. Finally home, the door
had barely closed behind him as he bent the metal arms of the clasp
and lifted the flap. Peering inside, he was briefly puzzled by what
he saw, but once he touched it with his fingers and pulled it out, he
could only laugh with disbelief.
Pinched between his fingers was a wrinkled pair of white
panties, the fabric of which was very thin, with the name 'miriam_rp'
written on them with a black marker. He had to investigate this
further, and went to his computer, and opened that last image he had
been sent, the one with the instructions for the locker. He held the
panties up to the monitor and compared them to the ones that were wet
and pulled tightly over Miriam's preteen vulva. The letters were
identical, from the off-center positioning of the dot over the first
'i,' to the slight outward and downward curve of the underscore. He
was holding proof that this was all real, and not some sort of
elaborate joke with skillfully photoshopped pictures.
Holding these panties and looking at the picture in which they
were featured had a rather predictable effect on Oswald and he wasted
little time in taking advantage of it. The first touch of the cloth
to the head of his cock was like lightning. Though he had several
pictures of her naked body at his disposal, it wasn't Miriam that
Oswald found dominating his imagination, it was Kate. He hadn't
really bothered to take note at the time, but in this fantasy her
swimsuit was a little too snug on her, and her cute little vulva was
creating a lovely cameltoe.
He had barely gotten off one stroke when the phone rang. He
would normally just let the machine get it, but he had a feeling he
knew who was on the other end. With one hand holding the crotch of
the panties over the head of his cock, he picked up the phone with
the other. "Hello?"
"Hi mister! This is Kate from the pool, remember?" How could
he forget?
"Of course I remember you, Kate. Are you sure it's ok for you
to be calling me?"
"Yeah, I call lots of people, but um...usually they're my
age," she giggled, "and they're all girls too." There was a brief
pause as that fact set in on both ends of the conversation. "So what
are you doin'?" Oswald looked down at his precum soaking into the
pair of preteen panties. If only she knew.
"I'm just...you know, sitting here," he said, rather lamely,
even wincing at the dumb answer.
"Oh, I just got home from the pool. Daddy wouldn't let me
change in the boy's locker room because there were too many boys in
there. He didn't want them to see my coochie, so I'm changing now."
"Now?" Oswald asked, a little extra excited.
"Y-yeah..." she replied, suddenly self-conscious. "Um...is
that bad? Daddy tells me not to let boys see my coochie, and he
always hides me with a towel or his body when we change at the pool,
b-but...it's ok on the phone, right?"
"Ye-yeaaah..." Oswald tried not to moan too much as he rapidly
pumped on his cock, his cum bursting out, the lighter fluids passing
through the panties, while the thicker substances were separated from
them and collected along the inside where Miriam's virgin pussy had
once been pressed.
"That's good, because Daddy says my coochie is a private place
that boys can't see unless they're married to me, but Daddy and Keith
aren't married and they see each other's private wieners all the
time, so it's kind of confusing, and I saw your wiener twice today,
once floppy and once hard, hehe..." Oswald was dying just listening
to this young girl rambling on about genitals.
"Y-yeah, you did...Kate?"
"Yes, mister?"
"How do you...why do you know they see each other naked?"
"Um...you promise not to tell?"
"Absolutely, I promise," Oswald didn't waste any time in
agreeing.
"S-sometimes...I hear um, noises from their bedroom, a-and I
go look..." Oswald could hear her breathing a little heavy.
"You've watched them."
"Ye-yeah...they're kissing, and th-their wieners are hard,
and..." her voice was catching as she spoke.
"Kate?"
"Ye-yeah?" she sighed.
"Are you touching yourself right now?" Oswald couldn't
believe his ears, and he was cursing the fact that he'd just cum
already.
"...sorry mister...it's bad and Daddy scolds me, b-but...it
feels good...don't be mad at me, mister..." Don't be mad at her?
Oswald was the last person to pass judgment on anybody masturbating
during a sexually charged phone conversation with a preteen girl. He
looked down at his panty draped cum slicked cock, and knew what he
had to say to her.
"It's ok, Kate. I do it too."
"Y-you do, mister? You p-pull your wiener?"
"Yeah..."
"And you pee white stuff?"
"I do."
"W-wow...I-I gotta go, mister, bye." The phone clicked as she
hung up, and Oswald just stared at it and then back at his dick. One
was his connection to a girl that he could have, and the other was a
connection to a girl that he shouldn't have. He found it more than a
little staggering that Kate and Miriam were like night and day. One
was an innocent, who he would have to take by surprise and force,
while the other knew far more than most girls her age and would
probably agree to anything he suggested, and yet...Kate had begun to
grow on him, while Miriam was somebody he wanted to keep distant from
so that it would be all the easier to rape her without letting
emotions and morals get in the way of her mother's twisted plan.
He used the sticky panties to wipe his cock, and then to wipe
up what he had shot onto the floor. He'd have to wash them
separately, since he couldn't very well be caught washing little
girl's panties with the rest of his laundry. He hung them on the
faucet of his kitchen sink, and then returned to the computer and
called up the chat log from the other night with miriam_rp. He found
the street address and then just looked at it. It seemed to call to
him, enticing him to go, even if he was just going to drive by. He
looked outside and saw that dusk was setting in. He could go, and
few people would probably see him, and no doubt any who did wouldn't
recognize him.
'Do it. Just do it, just go. You know you're going to
eventually anyways.' This he repeated to himself over and over again
until his will to postpone things like miriam_rp had suggested was
broken. He grabbed his keys and went.
He knew his way to the subdivision where the home was, but he
didn't know the street layout, so in his haste to leave, he forgot to
get better directions and ended up just driving around the area. He
came up on a small park, and as he passed a figure on the basketball
court caught his eye, which nearly bugged out in surprise. She
looked so slender, maybe even taller than in the pictures, but that
may have had more to do with how she was straining and reaching to
make her shots. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and not
splayed out on a pillow behind her deeply slumbering head. Here was
Miriam. Here was the girl who's mother had drugged her, molested
her, photographed her, and poured some man's semen on her.
Oswald pulled up to the curb and just stopped to watch her
play. It got darker and darker, and lights on the park started to
turn on. This seemed to be her cue to go home, and after one last
shot, she collected her ball, and started to walk across the grass
towards Owsald's car. He wondered if he should leave, if it would be
bad if she saw him, but that wouldn't make any sense. She had no
idea who he was, what his intentions towards her were. It certainly
appeared that she was deliberately walking towards him, and as she
drew closer, she paused, almost in mid-step. Oswald couldn't see her
face, but her body language was one of confusion and hesitation. She
walked slowly closer, and ducked down to look into the car at Oswald
curiously. He figured he should ask what had brought her to him, and
rolled down the window.
"Something I can help you with, miss?"
"O-oh...um, nothing, just your car, it looks just like my
mom's. I thought she had come to get me. Sorry." And with that,
she walked away from Oswald, who was actually trembling. He had
talked to her. He hadn't been this nervous and excited just talking
to a girl since high school. Watching her walk away in his rearview
mirror, Oswald realized that he could do it now. She was alone, it
was dark, and there was nobody else around. It was a great
opportunity, and he could always go through with the plan to rape her
at home at a later date.
As tempting as this chance was, there was also a lot of random
elements that he couldn't control as well as inside her home. It was
the smarter choice to do nothing, even following her home might be a
difficult thing to pull off since it would be pretty suspicious to
drive slow enough to stay behind her, but keep up with her. He
already had her address, and he could look it up on a map anytime.
Despite not doing all these things he could do, this bit of scouting
had already been a success in just meeting her and confirming that
she really did exist. The panties were great evidence, sure, but
nothing could beat a face-to-face meeting.
He waited until she turned a corner, and then started his car.
He swung around and headed in her direction, even turning down the
same street she did. He passed her, and as he did, he took note of
the adjoining streets, eventually finding the one he was looking for.
He turned down it, and started looking at the house numbers. Before
he saw the correct address, he saw a car like his parked in one of
the driveways. Recalling her mistaking his car for her mother's, he
figured that must be the correct house, and sure enough, as he got
closer he saw that it was the correct number. He went on a ways up
the street, and found the dead end side street that miriam_rp had
suggested as a place for him to park. He did so, and found that it
gave him a good vantage point to see the home from.
Oswald sat there and waited, and after a few minutes, along
came Miriam, who went into that home. He felt like a predator
stalking his prey, which, as soon as he had made the comparison in
his mind, he realized he actually was. With a weird sense of
accomplishment, one somewhere between arousal and guilt for the crime
that he was now apparently intending to commit, Oswald started his
engine and drove slowly past the house. He peered in through the
window in front, apparently the home's kitchen, and saw Miriam
talking to the woman he had been on cam with that night. The woman
looked up at the slowly moving car and for a moment her eyes met
Oswald's. As though there was a telepathic link between them,
conveying who he was and what he was doing there, the woman smirked
at him, and Oswald pressed down on the gas pedal.
He drove straight home, the trip having been more than
successful. Not only had he confirmed where she lived, but he had
confirmed various other details of her life. She enjoyed basketball
enough to play alone until it was too dark to see, she appeared
likely enough to put up a fight when he would make his move, she
wasn't afraid to talk to strangers, and she appeared to get along
reasonably well with her mother. Briefly, Oswald considered
befriending her, and seeing if he could work his way into her virgin
pussy that way, but he knew he could never trick her mother, not
after she'd made him during his drive-by. What if he could have them
both? The mom wasn't bad looking, and obviously a perv like him. A
mother/daughter threesome suddenly seemed like a real possibility.
Except for the whole rape thing of course.
Walking in the door of his apartment, his eyes fell upon his
computer. He'd already beat off earlier on the phone with Kate, so
he didn't necessarily want to cyber with anybody right now, but would
miriam_rp be online and waiting for him? She was never on earlier
than midnight, so he had a few hours to kill, but just to be safe, he
loaded up the chat and left it to idle while he went about the
maddening task of waiting. He tried watching some TV, but every time
he got a message alert, he rushed to see who it was, only to be
disappointed that it was not miriam_rp. This went on for the next 3
hours or so, until finally, one of his hurried trips to the computer
brought him a chat window with miriam_rp's name on it.
<miriam_rp> hello again ;)
<DeepInU> hi
<miriam_rp> i see you found the house
<miriam_rp> and the panties too
Oswald wondered how she knew about that already.
<DeepInU> yeah i ddi
<DeepInU> *did
<miriam_rp> when she got home, she said their was a guy with a
car like mine at the park
<miriam_rp> your quite the stalker
<DeepInU> wasn't planning on it, it just happened
<miriam_rp> mm i'm sure :)
<DeepInU> how'd you know i got the panties?
<miriam_rp> how do you think i hid them in the first place?
Oswald figured that was a good an answer as it was a question.
A grown woman doesn't just walk into a men's locker room and plant
evidence of her involvement in erotic photos of her own daughter.
<DeepInU> her dad hide them?
<miriam_rp> :) somebody did
<miriam_rp> a girl's gotta have some secrets
It wasn't really a confirmation that this woman had a male
accomplice in this plot, but it wasn't a denial either, and the
evidence seemed to be pointing towards that.
<miriam_rp> o, i gotta tell you too
<miriam_rp> i noticed some interesting stuff on my comp tonite
<miriam_rp> web sites i didn't goto
<DeepInU> what kinda sites?
<miriam_rp> stuff about dicks
<miriam_rp> i had no idea she was curious!
<DeepInU> had "the talk" with her yet?
<miriam_rp> nooooo...guess i should, huh?
<miriam_rp> before she gets it from you ;p
Oswald had to chuckle at that.
<DeepInU> i don't think i'd be doing much talking ;)
<miriam_rp> god, i'm soaking thinking about it
<miriam_rp> i hope she shows me after you do it
<miriam_rp> her bloody cummy pussy
Oswald was a little surprised by that. He had been planning
on pulling out, not wanting to risk an impregnation with this already
criminal act.
<DeepInU> you want me to shoot inside?
<miriam_rp> yesssss, deep deep in her
<miriam_rp> so i can tell her that mommy has to inspect it
<miriam_rp> and i can put my finger deep inside
<miriam_rp> finger my baby's cream pie
If Oswald wasn't planning on jacking off before, he sure was
now. His mind flashed back to the pictures with the poured out
condom on her body. That could be his, not just smeared around on
the outside either. However, he felt that he did have to ask the
what-if question.
<DeepInU> what if she gets knocked up?
<miriam_rp> what if she does
<miriam_rp> wouldn't be the first girl to have a rape baby
Oswald wondered if maybe the same thing had happened to this
woman, not with Miriam though, as the ages wouldn't make sense, but
maybe in her past.
<miriam_rp> oop, gotta go, work tomorrow and all that...but
one last thing before I go
Oswald got a file transfer of a picture. As soon as it
finished transferring, miriam_rp logged off. He opened it, and could
only weakly chuckle at the contents. It was a photo of Miriam, this
time not passed out, but very much alert, and also very much naked.
She was in the shower, with a shocked look on her face and her hands
coming up to cover herself, but doing a rather poor job of it. No
doubt her mother decided to surprise her daughter in the shower.
Oswald could only wonder at how she managed to explain the picture
being taken in the first place.
He added the picture to the others of Miriam and flipped
through them as he beat off for the 2nd time this evening. Could he
really go through with this, and take this young girl's unspoiled
body solely because her mother wanted it to happen? His cock
twitched and pulsed as he viewed a picture of Miriam's spread pussy,
that little entrance looking so perfect and untampered with. Her
mother's words echoed in his mind, and his imagination placed the cum
he was now shooting into his hand inside that virgin body, and
trickled out of that pink hole. Oswald couldn't deny that he was now
leaning more and more towards making this a reality.
The next few days passed without any contact with the mother,
Miriam, or even Kate. Oswald made driving past the house and the
park part of his daily routine. He'd catch glimpses of the mother
and daughter through the home's windows, but if he was noticed
driving by, there was not a sign.
At last the weekend came, and with it came a phone call.
"Hi mister!" chirped Kate's voice on the other end.
"Oh, hello Kate, how are you?"
"Bored. Wanna play?" She sounded like it was the most normal
proposal in the world from a little girl to a grown man.
"Play? Play what?" Oswald asked, feeling a little suspicious.
"You know, whatever. I'm gonna be at the park if you wanna
come and play too."
"What park?"
"The park near my house...oh, you don't know where I live, do
you? It's Two Oak Park. Hope I see you!" And with that, the line
clicked. Oswald looked at his phone like it had just told him the
strangest thing, which to a degree it had. It was a pretty strange
request from a little girl, he thought, but he'd thought for a while
now that Kate was strange for a little girl.
Regardless of how odd it was, he looked up the park's
location. If his desk had been a little higher, his chin would have
hit it. This was the same park where he'd seen Miriam a week
earlier. A coincidence, he was sure, after all there was an
elementary school nearby and no doubt the homes were full of families
with children, it was a great location. There was a decent chance
the two of them knew each other as well, since they were only a year
or so apart in age.
He looked at the clock, it was just after noon. Much like
when Miriam's mother had made him her offer, he was suspicious. Was
this some kind of trick? Was Kate's father behind this, and using
her to lure him out to be arrested as a predator? But that didn't
make sense, Kate had his phone number, and that would make it so easy
to find him. No, there was nothing about Kate so far as, and as
little as, he had known her, that would suggest deceit. If anything,
she seemed rather lonely, the way she kept to herself in the pool
that day, and how brightly her smile had shown when he gave her his
phone number. It certainly looked as though she took risks just to
talk to him again. At the very least, just like when he had
encountered Miriam, it was worth driving past the park to see what he
could.
He waited an hour after the call, and then drove to the now
familiar neighborhood. He nearly went to Miriam's house out of
habit, but instead drove past the park. Sure enough, he spotted Kate
on the playground equipment, and did not see her father, or any other
adult men for that matter, around her. He did decide to be cautious
and drove around a bit, looking for signs of a sting operation.
After a good 15 minutes of doing so, he decided it was safe, and
returned to the park. Exiting the car, he surveyed the park. There
were some women with children there, some of whom looked at him with
suspicious eyes. He couldn't blame them, he was a single man at a
park with children in it. Luckily for him, he had an accomplice.
"Uncle!" shouted a familiar voice, and Kate came running to
him and hugged him around his waist. He bent down and patted her on
the back.
"Ozzy," he whispered in her ear. She looked up at him
confused. "Uncle Ozzy. You can't call me 'Mister' all the time," he
explained and she grinned understandingly at him.
"C'mon, Uncle Ozzy, come push me on the swing!" she said
before racing back to the equipment. She was wearing a strappy style
rainbow polka-dotted top that loosely swayed about her chest and
waist but left about a half inch of exposed belly at the bottom.
Below that were a pair of sky blue shorts that left her legs nicely
displayed. She still looked every bit a little girl, but one could
easily imagine the teenager she was due to become.
As the afternoon passed, Oswald felt his suspicions and nerves
settle. With every push on the swing and lift on the see-saw, he was
further and further away from what brought him to this park only days
earlier. Every laugh and giggle Kate made took him away from their
sexually charged meeting at the pool. Despite his many opportunities
to look down her top at her boyish chest, he didn't feel like using
that moment to sexualize her as he had in the locker room, or later
that day when they masturbated of their own accords on the phone
together. Oswald and this mysteriously complex little girl left all
that behind themselves and just had fun together.
It was during a game of hide and seek a few hours later, when
Kate's excellent hiding spot was given away by the sound of her
stomach growling. Oswald was able to sneak up from behind her and
poke her in the sides where her bare skin was exposed. She shrieked
in terrorized laughter and pounded a little fist against his arm.
"You scared me!" she giggled through gasps of breath. Her
stomach gurgled again, and she put her hands to her tummy with a
silly grin. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat." Oswald looked at her
funny. Did she mean to take him to her house?
"Where?" he asked her.
"I dunno. You came in your car, so let's go." Oswald was
more than a little surprised by this suggestion. He'd only meant to
meet her in this park, not take her from it. Quickly his suspicion
returned, was this another trick?
"Didn't your dad tell you not to get in cars with strangers?"
he replied cautiously.
"You're not a stranger," she said, putting her hands on her
hips and adopting a sassy attitude, "you're my Uncle Ozzy!" She said
it loud enough for everybody in the park to hear, and shook her hips
from side to side on each syllable of his title and name. "Now let's
go!" and she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her to his car.
Oswald had no doubt that she was flirting with him, and even that she
knew that there was a small sexual component to their budding
friendship. He found himself just going along with it, so taken in
by her energy, it was almost like he was put on automatic as he
unlocked the car door for her and then got in the driver's seat.
"Ok...now where to?" he asked her. She sat for a moment in
thought.
"Let's go to Cindy's!" she said, indicating a fast food
restaurant nearby. Oswald nodded, and started the engine. As he
drove out of the residential area, it occurred to him that he
shouldn't take her to the local Cindy's location, but to another one
in the next town, where they were less likely to run into anybody
that might know her. Kate watched the scenery go by, and realized
that this wasn't just an alternate route to her Cindy's that Oswald
was taking. "Hey...w-where are we going?" she asked, a little
scared. Oswald looked over at her and realized she was near tears.
"We're going to Cindy's, like you asked," he reassured her,
but not well enough.
"Y-you're not o-one of th-those bad g-guys who hu--" she could
barely say the word, less she give voice to the thought, "hurt little
girls, are you?" Some tears dripped from her eyes. Her easy and
happy nature was gone, and Oswald knew he should have said something
first. He pulled the car over and stopped the engine. He turned to
her, and she shrunk back in her seat, like she was trying to
disappear into the door.
"No, Kate. I'm not going to hurt you, or rape you, or do
anything bad to you. You know that we're pretending that I'm your
Uncle, right?" She nodded, but was still looking like she was about
to flee. "Ok, if we go to the Cindy's close to your house, we might
see somebody there, who knows you, but doesn't know me, and wouldn't
believe our Uncle story, ok?" She nodded in agreement again, and
seemed to relax as his reasoning processed through her brain. "So
we're still going to Cindy's, but the one in the next town where
nobody knows either of us. I'm sorry, and I should have explained it
to you first so you wouldn't be scared." Kate sniffled, and wiped at
the tears on her cheeks.
"Ok," she said, and wiped at the tears that had yet to fall,
but had already welled up in her eyes. She still looked like she was
withdrawn in a defensive position, but her mood had at least
improved. Oswald started the car up again, and continued to drive to
their destination. It was a very quiet ride, and Oswald could tell
that Kate was watching him and their surroundings like a hawk, making
sure that he hadn't lied to her. Finally, after 10 minutes of
tension in the air, the sign for the Cindy's restaurant came into
view, and it wasn't until they were in the parking lot that Kate
looked completely relieved. Before they got out of the car, Oswald
turned to her.
"You didn't really think that I was going to do something
awful to you, did you?" he asked her.
"Well...daddy says that some people do, and they'll lie to get
my pants off." She looked down, a little embarrassed at the
implication of what would probably happen after that. Oswald smiled
and leaned over to her.
"Good thing you're wearing shorts then, huh?" he joked, which
made her blush and laugh.
Inside they didn't have to wait long in line, and Kate knew
exactly what she wanted, whereas other kids might have hemmed and
hawed for a while at the menu. Minutes later they were seated and
eating. Obviously Kate's mood was 100% improved, and that brought
Oswald some relief as well. Even though he knew that nobody here
would know who either of them were in relation to each other, it
still would have stressed him if Kate had been upset in the
restaurant. He sighed in relaxation...and then it happened.
"Ozzy?" said the woman holding the to-go bag and standing at
the end of the table, looking at him and Kate eating together.
"Ozzy? Who is this?" she asked him. Of all the people he could have
run into here, it was her. He racked his brain to come up with an
explanation of who Kate was, when the little girl answered for him.
"He's my Uncle Ozzy!" If you had poked Oswald's chin with a
needle at that moment, all the blood in his face would have gushed
out of the wound.
"Uncle? Oswald? Who is this girl?"
"She, um, she's a..." It felt like he struggled to answer for
hours, but it was only seconds before he thought of Uncle Rex and had
his answer. "She's a neighbor of mine at the apartments, and I'm
good friends with her family, so she calls me Uncle...you know, like
we did with Uncle Rex?" he told the woman, praying that she'd buy it.
"Oh?" she said, blinking at the answer, processing it while
looking at Kate, who was also just now hearing this story for the
first time. That gave Oswald the opportunity to introduce the two.
"Wanda, this is Kate. Kate, this is my big sister, Wanda." A
look of realization washed over Kate's face as she realized what a
mistake she'd just made and had nearly blown their cover story.
"H-hi," said the little girl, a little sheepishly. 'Uncle'
had been her idea, and it had nearly backfired.
"She's your neighbor?" Wanda asked again, more slowly.
"Yep," Oswald replied quickly. "215, right next door to me."
He had to add the apartment number, he knew she'd try to trip him up
by asking Kate.
"And, you're here with her? Alone?"
"Yeah...her, um, her parents were busy today with, um...the
baby, they're having a baby, so they asked me to watch Kate for the
day."
"So you took her to Cindy's, 15 miles from home, when there's
one down the street from your apartment?" Oswald didn't have an
answer for that little detail...but Kate did.
"We went to the museum!" she interjected and pointed out the
window. Across the state highway they were currently located along
was a little building with a sign above it. It read 'County
Agricultural Museum.' Oswald hoped that Wanda had never been inside
that building.
"Oh...what was your favorite part of the museum, Kate?"
Oswald's hope was dashed, but only for a moment.
"I really liked the part about the early settlers and how they
raised chickens to poop and make the soil fertile," Kate masterfully
responded. Oswald tried to keep from showing his surprise at the
answer. Wanda just smiled and nodded at the little girl.
"Yeah, I liked that part too." She paused for a moment.
"Kate, I need to use the little girl's room, would you like to come
with me?" Both Oswald and Kate knew that this was less of a
question, and more of an order. They shared a look and Kate got up
from her seat, and went with Wanda to the restroom.
Oswald allowed himself a moment to relax. Wanda was a trial
lawyer, and asking questions to find the truth was her job. She'd
managed to coax practically every secret he had out of him in their
youth, so efficiently so that their parents had always included her
in getting to the bottom of whatever mischief he'd gotten involved in
when they were younger. That wasn't the only reason though that he
worried about Kate going with Wanda alone. Of all the people he
knew, Wanda was the only one that had particular insights into her
brother's interests, and for good reason. She was why.
After a few moments, the pair returned. Wanda was smiling,
but Kate had a somewhat dour look on her face. Kate sat back down
across from Oswald and Wanda picked up the to-go bag she had left on
the table.
"It was very nice to meet you, Kate. I'll see you later,
Ozzy," she said, and left the two of them. Oswald watched her go,
and then turned his eyes back to Kate. The little girl seemed to be
almost glaring at him.
"What?" he asked her. He had no idea what his sister had told
her...well, no, he had some idea, just no confirmation of it yet.
Kate looked around a bit, and then took a sip of her drink.
"I'll tell you in the car," she said ominously. Oswald knew
she was a smart kid, and could think pretty quick on her feet. The
fact that she wanted to only talk in private meant Wanda had revealed
something to her. At the very least, Oswald was encouraged by the
fact that Kate was willing to get in a car with him still. Not much
else was said over the meal, and Oswald was anxious to know what it
was that had turned Kate's mood, even if he had some serious
explaining to do. No sooner than the car doors had closed, did Kate
tell him.
"Wanda said you like to touch little girls." Oswald sighed,
he knew it.
"Anything else?"
"She told me that you like to put your fingers," Kate paused
as her face grew red, "you put your fingers in their privates while
they're asleep."
"And did she tell you how she knows this?" Oswald responded.
Kate just shook her head. "Well, I'll tell you. She knows this,
because she made me do it." Kate cocked her head to the side and
looked at him.
"Huh?"
"When Wanda was 12, I was only 9 years old," he explained.
"One day when our parents were gone, she told me to come to her room.
She took off her pants and panties, and sat down on her bed with her
legs spread open."
"Seriously?" Kate's expression looked like Oswald was trying
to convince her that the Easter Bunny was real.
"Seriously. She pointed at her...self, and told me to put my
fingers there. So I did, and she told me to rub, so I did. I didn't
know what I was doing, or why, only that I had never gotten to see a
naked girl like that before. While I was doing this, I could see
inside...you know, between the lips where everything is, and so I
tried to put my finger in there. That got her angry, and she told me
to stop and go to my room. She never asked me to do it again, but I
couldn't stop thinking about it. I was so curious about what was in
there, and I thought about it a lot.
"So the next month we went on a family vacation, and the two
of us had to sleep in a bed together. The first night, I realized
the opportunity I had, so once she was asleep, I put my hand in her
panties, and...yeah, like she said." The look on Kate's face was one
of complete amazement.
"Did she catch you doing it?"
"If I did that to you, would you catch me?" Kate just nodded
with big eyes. "She told me that if I ever did that to her again,
she would cut off my dick and feed it to our dog."
"Whoa..."
"Yeah, whoa. So, now you know what my sister meant by what
she told you. I was a curious little kid, and it was all because of
something she made me do in the first place." Oswald could tell from
the look on her face that he had managed to turn the tide in his
favor. Of course, he didn't tell her how his sister had caught him a
few years later with the younger neighbor girl doing the same thing,
nor how she also caught him spying on their preteen female cousins
getting dressed with his hand pumping away in his pants.
"So, um...did your d-dick get hard?" Kate asked innocently, or
at least as innocently as that question could be asked.
"You mean with Wanda back then? No, I was too young to really
understand that I should find that sort of thing sexy." Kate took in
that answer, and applied it.
"So then, at the pool, with me, when I saw your wiener in the
locker room...it was soft at first, then...I saw it grow while you
looked at me." Oswald couldn't argue that fact, and he couldn't tell
her she was mistaken either.
"Yes, Kate, it did."
"You...you were thinking sex things about me, weren't you?"
"N-not exactly. It's a little more complicated than that."
Oswald was going to explain to her that it was because she was
looking at him that got him excited, but his denial of her body
causing his excitement caused a hurt expression to cross her face.
"I want to go home," she said flatly, turning away from him
and putting on her seatbelt. "Take me back to the park."
"Kate, it's not because-"
"Just take me back!" she yelled. "Take me home, or I'll
scream you r-raped me." That was an empty threat, one he could see
in how she stuttered against the word, as though she didn't really
mean it. Despite the threats, it was clear that something he'd said
had hurt her. He didn't know if she was fostering a crush on him, or
if she'd had some kind of pride in her body that he'd just stepped
on, but she didn't want to talk or hear about it. So Oswald did the
only thing he could at that point, and drove her back to the park.
As he pulled up to the curb, Kate disconnected her seatbelt
and was opening the door before the car had fully stopped. As she
made her exit, Oswald said the first thing that came to mind, the
only thing that really mattered to him at the moment. "I had fun
with you today, Kate." It was enough to make her pause before she
shut the door, but not enough to get any words back in return. He
watched her walk away and into the park entrance that ran between two
houses. He considered briefly following her home, but he was already
'stalking' one girl in this neighborhood, and figured it might not be
worth going after a second.
A week passed, and Oswald had had no further contact with
Kate. miriam_rp only was on IRC once during that time, and brought
tidings of catching her daughter on the computer looking at porn.
Other than that, Oswald's shadow life as a pedo stalker had taken a
vacation. Another week followed, again no Kate and no miriam_rp.
Oswald did make a trip to the neighborhood twice though, driving by
both the park and Miriam's house, but saw neither of the two girls
either time.
As the third week passed without any kind of contact from
Kate, Oswald resigned himself to the fact that she probably wouldn't
call anymore. He had to remind himself that she was a child and he
was an adult, and that even if she kept in touch with him, that she
would remain immature in her views on love and sex. If he was a
crush, the first spark of puppy love in her young life, then he'd
probably also be her first heartache and heartbreak as well.
That Friday he went out with some friends that he had not seen
since high school. He couldn't deny that he had a good time, and it
seemed like just the thing to fight off the sullen mood he'd gotten
into since Kate walked from his car. It was past midnight when they
parted ways, and as Oswald drove home, he noticed where he was. He'd
never driven to the house at night, but of course he'd have to if he
was going to go through with this.
He parked in the little side street that miriam_rp had
suggested for him. He had a great view of the house and the street
without being too obvious. This was the first time he'd actually
stopped to look at the surroundings, because every time previous he'd
just driven by without being able to really take in the details of
the place and put what he'd been told to use. The neighbor on the
right had dogs, so he would have to go around to the back from the
left side, only the left side had a motion sensor light that he would
set off if he didn't stay close to the house. Once back there, he'd
find a spare key under the 3rd rock from the back door, or he could
use the window with the bad latch next to the door. The neighbor
across the street worked late, so--
His train of thought was interrupted by the motion sensor
light going on, and he saw a figure rush through the illuminated
area. They moved too quickly and he was too far away to see much
detail, but they appeared to be of smaller stature and thin. The
person, now in the darkness of night stood on the sidewalk in front
of the house for a moment and then sat down on the curb, as though
they were waiting for something.
Within a minute or two, a car came down the street, flashing
their headlights once before turning them off. The dark figure got
to its feet and the car came to a stop in front of them. Oswald
watched closely and tried to confirm his suspicion as to this
person's identity, and when the car door opened and the interior dome
light lit up their face and torso Oswald got his confirmation.
Miriam was on the move, no doubt without her mother's knowledge.
The car drove away from the house and Oswald watched as it
passed his position, a very happy looking Miriam sitting in the
passenger seat. Was he intrigued? Of course he was; how could he
not be? He took his queue from the mystery car and started up the
engine but kept his headlights off so not to attract attention. He
managed to keep pace with the car, despite the lead it had on him,
reaching intersections just in time to see their taillights beckoning
the way to go.
They turned onto the local highway, and Oswald was able to
keep better tabs on where they were going, but he wouldn't have to do
that for long. They made a right turn into a church parking lot, so
Oswald went past them and made a left into the parking lot of a strip
mall on the other side of the highway. He parked and watched as
Miriam and the driver, a man, exited their car. Something looked
different about Miriam, but he couldn't quite make out what it was
from the distance he was at.
They walked past the main church building and made for a
smaller building off to the side and near the back. The man paused
in front of the door, unlocking it most likely, and the two went
inside, a light going on and then the door closed behind them,
swallowing up the light. If Oswald wanted to know what they were up
to, he'd have to get closer. He got out of the car and looked up and
down the 4-lane road. He saw no cars in either direction at this
hour, save for the one that just went past him, and he jogged across
to the other side.
He approached the car, a blue 2-door sports car, and looked in
the passenger side window. He saw laying on the floor pajama pants
and a crumpled pair of light green panties. He realized now what was
different about Miriam when she got out of the car, she had been
naked from the waist down. He thought that was a rather daring thing
for her, and her male companion to have her do, even in the middle of
the night.
Now he set out for the building, it looked like an equipment
shed, really no larger than a riding mower...which just happened to
be parked outside of it. Oswald mused that it was likely to be
stolen left out in the open all night like that. As he got closer,
he heard the sounds that he fully expected to hear from inside. A
mixed gender duet of grunting, sighing, and moaning reached his ears,
and when he listened closely the slapping of flesh on flesh joined
them. The ground immediately outside the door was covered in loose
gravel, so he dared not step in it to peer through the crack between
the doors, but at this point he saw no need in visually confirming
what his ears were already telling him.
"God, Miri, I'm cumming!" said a male voice.
"In me! Stay in, I'm safe," she responded, and the resulting
shout and groan from the man indicated to Oswald that he had done
just that. The grunting and moaning noises ceased for a moment and
then Oswald heard the sound of movement.
"Your little pussy is a mess, Miri," the man said.
"Sorrrrry," she whined. "You put too much in it this time,"
she countered, her age showing in the way she seemed to think that
such a thing was controllable.
"C'mere and clean me off, I gotta get you back home."
"Ok, coach," she said, followed by some wet suckling noises.
"Don't forget to finger yourself out too, you'll make a mess
in my car and your mom will see it all over your panties otherwise,"
he instructed her. "Ok, that's good, let's go."
Oswald moved away from the door and crouched behind the riding
mower. He saw the door open and the light pour from the room briefly
before it went dark again. The door then shut and a jingling of keys
as it was locked, and the two mismatched lovers walked from it.
Oswald could now see clearly Miriam's bare ass and legs as she walked
to the car. She walked a little bow legged, not just because she'd
been fucked by an older man, but because her hand was between her
thighs, wiping and scooping the cum from her freshly creamed pussy
and then shaking her hand to fling it to the ground. She did this
right up until the car door opened for her, and she reached down
inside for her panties and slipped them on before getting in.
Oswald waited until after the car had driven away before
coming out of hiding. As he returned to his own car across the
highway, he reviewed all that he had learned. The man was a coach of
some kind, and one who had keys to the church's property. Obviously
he had also learned that Miriam was not a virgin, and hadn't been one
for a while either. She was however still infertile, or at least was
up to this point. Oswald had at least one friend who had a late
bloomer for a girlfriend in school and wound up a father before there
had been any warning that such a thing could take place.
More than what he had discovered about Miriam that night, was
the fact that her own mother likely had no clue that this was taking
place. In all her communications with him, she had repeatedly
trumpeted that her daughter was a shy curious virgin who had only
seen cocks in pictures on the Internet. To Oswald that had really
been the lure of the whole thing. He had no taste for rape, at least
that's what his mouth would say if you had asked him to his face, but
buried deep down the idea of taking a woman, or in this case a young
girl, by force was one of those base primal instincts that never
seemed to be completely washed away by society.
What had carried him this far was the prospect that Miriam
would be unsullied and pure for him. None of the other women he'd
been with, the youngest being 17, had been virgins for him. He never
got the feeling from any of them that he would never be anything but
some guy they had let between their legs once or twice or ten times.
He wasn't a great and skilled lover, nor was he marriage material at
the time he had been with any of them, and when he parted ways with
each of them none of them had struggled to keep him close. He was
just some guy, not their first guy.
But for Miriam, he would have been her first. He would have
been this stranger who covered her mouth, pinned her to the bed, and
thrust himself inside of her. With the skewed blessing of her
mother, he would have been the person that she would have thought of
every time a cock went inside of her. That was all gone now. He
hated that he now thought of her this way, but he couldn't help
seeing her now as being second-hand and used.
When he got home, he went to his computer and connected to
IRC. miriam_rp was rarely online this late, and Oswald had no doubt
that Miriam would have snuck out of the house if her mother had been
awake. He sent a !seen query to one of the IRC bots that kept order
in the chat room, and it confirmed to him that miriam_rp had not been
online in the last 3 days. He went next to the pictures that she had
sent him of Miriam.
Why he hadn't thought to check this before, he didn't know,
but he looked at the file date and times that had been preserved in
the zip archive. The swimsuit pictures were recent, no more than 3
months older than the night she had sent them to him. The nude
pictures however seemed to have been taken at least 1 year earlier.
Miriam's chest was flat, and her spread vulva showed a clear hymen
encircling her pink hole. Closing his eyes he could see the way she
looked tonight, under the t-shirt she wore there were clearly little
bumps, and though he hadn't seen between her legs tonight, he was
pretty sure that hymen was long gone. Miriam had been a fantasy
turned potential reality turned fantasy again, all in one night.
Oswald masturbated to those pictures again, feeling freer
about objectifying her in his mind now than he had when he still
considered her to be an innocent. He no longer felt guilt about any
of it, about his thoughts or desires or plans that he had begun to
make in the pursuit of her virginity and body. He had never fully
committed to raping the girl, and now he knew for certain that it was
something that he would not be doing. His semen shot out of him
while he looked at her cum painted slit. It was an artificial scene
created by her mother through drugs and a used condom, and not at all
real, not like the "mess" she had legitimately been given tonight.
Despite all that he had witnessed and concluded about his
plans the night before, Oswald went back the next night and the night
after that, and every night for the next week and the week after
that. He was not disappointed. Nearly every night, almost like
clockwork, Miriam would sneak out of her house and wait at the curb
for the blue sports car. He didn't always take her to the building
behind the church though. Sometimes they would go to the park and he
would take her into the restroom building, for which he also had a
key. Sometimes they would go to the school and enter through the
side door of the gym, again getting in with a key. It quickly became
apparent that "coach" wasn't just something Miriam called him, and
this guy had been trusted with access to all these places. One night
they had barely driven 50 feet before they pulled over and stopped
the car. Oswald could see that Miriam had mounted him right there in
the driver seat and rode him to conclusion. When they had finished,
she got out and walked back home, being gone from her bed for all of
10 minutes.
There were of course a few nights that didn't go as smoothly.
One time she didn't come out at all but the car would come by, and
later Oswald would check on IRC and see that her mother had been
online that night. A few times she would come out, but coach would
not show up. It seemed that their rendezvous were never set in
stone, but a matter of opportunity presenting itself for both of them
to meet up. There did seem to be a certain ritual to it though.
Miriam was always naked from the waist down when she would get out of
the car and went to fuck, and coming back she was always ridding
herself of the fluid evidence of the deed. He never saw them kiss,
and when he had the opportunity to listen to them, she always called
him 'coach,' and any proclamations of affection she might make to him
were either ignored or met with a crass remark. As if it wasn't
already obvious, she meant little more to this man than a warm place
to put it, and Oswald wondered if Miriam was the only one.
One night Oswald decided not to go watching, and instead spent
the night on IRC. As it happened miriam_rp made an appearance as
well.
<DeepInU> hey there
<miriam_rp> hello :)
<miriam_rp> haven't seen you lately
<DeepInU> yeah...
He wondered if he should tell her what he knew and what she
didn't know.
<miriam_rp> i caught her the other night
That raised Oswald's eyebrow. Was the jig up?
<DeepInU> caught her?
<miriam_rp> yeah, rubbing her pussy, she was so into it, it
made me wet just watching! :D
Oswald couldn't suppress his smile. Miriam was getting more
sex than her mother suspected and he was still in on the secret.
<DeepInU> nice, did you watch her cum?
<miriam_rp> no, she saw me watching and stopped, but we had a
great mom/dau chat after that
<DeepInU> really? what sort of chat?
<miriam_rp> she asked if i did it too, and she had all these
questions about sex, i was actually kinda surprised by some of the
stuff she asked, she's pretty clever about it
Pretty clever indeed. It sounded like she was playing a role
for her mom despite her almost nightly escapades.
<miriam_rp> she even used the word cum, kids these days know
so much!
<miriam_rp> i hope you don't wait too much longer to visit,
she's so interested in this stuff you might just miss your chance ;)
<DeepInU> yeah, sounds like she's good and horny like her mom
If only she knew.
<miriam_rp> so where have you been? anyplace i might know? ;)
<DeepInU> maaaaaaybe...been coming home awfully late these days
<miriam_rp> ooh? tried to get in yet? i found the back door
unlocked one morning ;)
It seemed Miriam was getting a little sloppy with her mom
catching her fingering away and leaving the door unsecured, but
Oswald didn't want to ruin the fantasy for mom just yet.
<DeepInU> maaaaaaybe
<miriam_rp> oh god, please do it soon, i get so hot just
thinking about it
<miriam_rp> crap, gotta go, i think she's up
And with that she signed off, presumably to spoil Miriam's
late night plans as well. Oswald couldn't help feeling a little
sorry for her. She seemed to have invested so much in this scheme,
going so far as to take pictures and plant those panties at the pool
for him to find. He'd never be able to give her that bloodied pussy
to finger now. Just like the chance of taking Miriam's virginity had
been stolen from him, miriam_rp's chance of seeing the aftermath had
been stolen from her.
Almost a month had passed since he caught Miriam sneaking out
in the middle of the night, and Oswald had taken to spending every
other night watching for and then following Miriam and her coach out
to their late night sexings. Those two weeks that he had been out
every night really hammered him at work the next morning, so it was
only two out of five work nights that he stayed out late. His
weekends were always spent watching for them, and as it turned out,
that became a boon for his lovelife.
One night on the weekend he followed the pair to a dance club.
Miriam didn't look anything near 21, so Oswald had no idea how they
got in, but after losing them in the crowd, presumably to vanish into
a backroom or restroom to have their fun, Oswald found himself being
hit on. Her name was Clarissa, she was 19, brunette, slim and trim,
and Oswald was just her type. By the end of the night he had
forgotten all about Miriam, and was much more interested in the way
this older teen was all but riding him in a booth. His offer to take
her back to his place was met with a smile, a kiss, and a grab of his
throbbing cock through his pants, but also a refusal and a number
written on a scrap of paper.
He called her the next day, and they made plans, at the
community pool of all places. Thinking on it, Oswald saw that it was
a pretty good spot for a first date with a virtual stranger. Open
only during the day, plenty of people around, and the dress code was
pretty casual. Oswald also realized that Clarissa had smelled of
chlorine faintly at the club, which meant that she was a regular at
the pool.
They met up in the lobby and Clarissa wasn't at all shy by
giving him a kiss on the lips. For a first date, this was starting
pretty good, Oswald thought. They parted ways into their separate
locker rooms after paying their fees, and the first place Oswald
looked as he entered was to the locker he had opened almost 2 months
earlier. There was no sign on it this time that read 'OUT OF ORDER'
so that was the one that he chose to use, all the while chuckling at
his decision.
He came out first and sat at the side of the pool, dangling
his feet in the water, while he waited for Clarissa. She came out a
few moments later in an attractive one-piece purple swimsuit. Inch
wide straps went over the shoulders to hold the cups that covered her
modest bust, which were fashioned to look like twisted fabric. The
twisted and rippled effect of the suit gradually faded into a smooth
taut surface just above her hips and pulled into a tight little pouch
between her legs to conceal her slit and lips. She saw the way he
was looking at her, and smirked.
"Thinking about taking this off me already?" she teased,
implying he'd get the chance.
"I think you'd be horribly offended if I wasn't planning on
it," he countered with a grin. She sat down beside him and looked
him in the eyes, the same look of desire that she had that night in
the club flashed through them.
"Be a good boy, and your plans might come true," she teased
and kissed him before slipping into the water. "Now hurry up and get
down here before everybody else sees your boner." Oswald didn't
exactly find the word 'boner' to be erotic, but it reminded him that
Clarissa was 10 years his junior and only a year out of high school.
She was technically still a teenager, and the old rule of thumb 'half
your age plus seven' put her just outside the 'acceptable' age of
girls for him to date, but legally she was an adult, and he wasn't
about to turn her down.
Oswald slid into the water and as he did, he soon found that
Clarissa was already halfway across the pool from him. His earlier
guess that she was a frequent visitor here seemed to be on target,
and compared to how gracefully she seemed to move through the water,
he must have looked rather clumsy following after her. She flipped
over onto her back and continued to glide across the pool while she
giggled and watched him in pursuit. Oswald couldn't help noticing
that besides her breasts, a slight mound between her legs also rose
above the surface of the water with just the smallest of dimples in
it to mark where her sex spread apart. He was reminded of the
picture of Miriam's pussy in those panties that he'd jerked off to
countless times. Panties that he'd discovered here at the pool,
where he'd also discovered...
"Kate! Hurry up in there," shouted a man outside the exit of
the women's locker room. Oswald's head whipped around to look, but
it was not the same man he'd seen with her that day. It probably
wasn't even the same Kate anyways, and he turned his attention back
to his date. Kate was too young and 2 months in the past, and
Clarissa was of age, and here; now.
Finally Clarissa ran out of room to swim away, and waited for
him at the edge of the pool. She gave a little yelp as Oswald swam
up to her and pulled her close to him, his cock pressed up against
her belly. "How do you like the way I hide my boner from everybody?"
her asked her, making her blush and laugh.
"No wonder you had trouble following me," she teased. "That's
an awful lot of drag you're hauling around down there."
"Oh yeah? Know of a way I might be able to reduce it?" he
shot back.
"Oh I do, only..." and she turned her gaze up at the lifeguard
on duty. "Only I'm not eager to get banned from here just to get you
off." She grabbed his cock under water and kissed him, giving it a
little squeeze. "Remember, be a good boy." With that, she took a
breath and submerged right in front of him. Oswald wasn't sure, but
it felt like she gave his shaft a kiss as she dove down. Oswald had
a mind to go after her, but the chlorine in the pool still stung his
eyes when he would open them.
Instead he just turned around in the direction he thought she
went and scanned the faces of the other people there. He saw her
half the pool away, her face showing the same degree of shock that
his was probably beginning to show. It had been two months since he
last saw her, their very brief and unusual friendship coming to an
abrupt and stressful end when she walked away from his car at the
park.
Clarissa popped up smiling from the water just a few feet in
front of Kate, and Oswald had to gather himself so that his potential
19-year old girlfriend wouldn't see him staring at his formerly
potential 10-year old girlfriend. He smiled at her and then swam to
her side, trying not to look at Kate. He didn't do a very good job
of that though, and Clarissa turned to look in Kate's direction as he
got close to her.
"Wow, you really are a cradlerobber, aren't you?" she chided
him. "Can't blame you though," she continued to Oswald's surprise.
"She's got bigger tits than me." Oswald was confused by that
comment. Clarissa was at most a B-cup, and Kate...well, she was 10.
It wasn't until he looked back at Kate again that he realized
Clarissa was looking at the busty teen girl further behind and to the
left of Kate.
"N-no, I wasn't..." he started to defend himself, less
Clarissa feel insulted or jealous, but she just put her finger to his
lips.
"Hey, don't worry about it, I know guys like big tits. That's
why I became an expert with my mouth," and then she drew in close to
him and whispered in his ear, "but I could really use some practice
with my other holes." Oswald could see Kate watching the two of
them, and by now had mostly figured out that they were a couple. As
much as he wanted to say something to her, even just a hello, he
knew, and she knew, that they probably should stay strangers.
"O-Ozzy?" Well, one of them was thinking that anyways.
Clarissa's eyes shifted to the pre-teen just a few feet away who had
put a smile up on her face, and Oswald knew he had to respond in kind
and not ignore her, or else Clarissa really would think he was
casting his eyes in younger directions.
"Huh...oh, Kate!" he feigned surprise to see her. "Clarissa,
this is..." Who was this little girl to him? He couldn't say she
was a neighbor, because Clarissa would soon know that was a lie, nor
could he call her a relative. "...Kate, she's..."
"He works with my daddy," Kate injected, with a bit of a smug
look, knowing that she'd just saved him.
"Yeah, I work with her dad," Oswald said, feeling more
confident with the situation.
"Oh? Well hello, Kate, how are you?" Clarissa asked the
younger girl, her voice shifting to that not quite condescending but
measured tone that adults use when speaking to little kids. Despite
sounding friendly towards Kate, a change seemed to come over
Clarissa's body language.
"I'm great!" Kate answered. "I had my birthday yesterday, I'm
11 now," she boasted, and seemed to grow a little taller as she stood
up on her toes under the water, preening.
"Well happy birthday," Clarissa offered with a smile that
didn't entirely look genuine. She looked at Oswald, who was in a
bout of awkward silence while the two exchanged pleasantries.
"Happy birthday, congratulations," he said, feeling the
pressure to say something.
"Thanks," Kate said, her otherwise forced looking smile
softening into something more real as her eyes shifted away from
Oswald.
"Oh, Ozzy," Clarissa said, using his shortened name for the
first time in a sing-song voice, "look at the time, we should be
going," she insisted, nodding at the clock on the wall and hugging
her body up against one of his arms, pulling his limb possessively
between her breasts.
"Are...are you guys d-dating?" Kate asked, sounding fearful of
the answer.
"Yeah, well, it's our..." first date, Oswald was going to say.
"...our anniversary," Clarissa said instead. Oswald suddenly
felt very much like he was in the middle of a turf war, only he was
the turf. "C'mon, Oz, we gotta go," said the teen tugging at his
arm. Not only was she being fiercely possessive, but she also
sounded jealous and seemed to regard Kate with a wary eye.
"Y-yeah, ok. It was nice to see you again, Kate," he said,
earning him another yank on his arm. He went willingly with Clarissa
then and Kate could only watch, her face a mix of emotions that she
fought to keep in check. When they had reached the ladder out of the
pool, he turned to Clarissa to ask her what had distressed her, but
she was already on the last rung and making a beeline for the locker
room. He turned back to look at Kate again, as though to make some
apologetic gesture, but she was gone from the spot in the water where
they had left her, and her head, if it was even above water, was lost
amongst the crowd.
Oswald lagged in getting dressed, almost like he hoped that
Kate might pay him another sudden visit in the locker room as she had
that day they met, but of course there was no nude greeting for him
to give her this time. Upon exiting to the front of the swim center,
he saw Clarissa sitting and waiting for him. Her hair was still wet,
and there were a number of damp spots all about her clothes, like she
hadn't bothered to dry off before getting dressed. If she was even
wearing a bra, it wasn't doing its job as her nipples were plainly
visible pressing against the t-shirt she wore. She saw him and got
up quickly and rushed over to him, putting her arms around his neck
and pressing her body and her lips to his with urgency. Oswald
couldn't let her behavior go though.
"What's wrong?" he asked her once she gave him the chance to
breathe. Despite being a young woman, her demeanor changed to be
more like a young girl.
"That girl...she...she doesn't mean anything to you, does
she?" she asked him, looking afraid.
"Kate? She's...she's a little girl, why are you so worried
about her?"
"Can we...go to your place?" Clarissa responded, completely
dodging the question. Oswald knew that pressing the issue wouldn't
do any good. She was now like Kate had been in the car, unwilling to
talk, but desperate for him to take her anywhere but here where some
encounter had spooked her. Clarissa knew she could offer her body to
him in exchange for peace on the matter, but Kate had lacked such
wiles and could only make threats to get him to cooperate.
They exited the building, but rather than going with him to
his car she broke from him and went to her own, saying that she would
follow him. Oswald knew this was so that she could continue to avoid
any questions, but as he drove, keeping track of her in the rear
view, he realized she would also be free to leave him at any time,
not relying on him to bring her back to her car when they were done.
Maybe he was over thinking it, but he got the feeling there might not
be a second date once she left his apartment later.
She had no trouble following him home, but stayed quiet once
out of the car but wore a smile on her face. No sooner than he had
opened his door and led her inside was she undressing. Her shirt
came off first, letting him see her perky braless breasts. He had
barely even set his keys on the counter and she was on her knees
before him, fingers freeing his cock from behind button and zipper.
It had been years since he had last been blown, so the feel of her
wet mouth surrounding his shaft was like seeing an old friend
again...only better because his dick was getting sucked.
The smell of chlorine wafted up from her hair as she bobbed
her head on him, and he wondered if his cock tasted like the water in
the pool to her. If it did, she certainly didn't mind, considering
the enthusiasm she was licking him with. He groaned and moaned, and
felt his cock twitching in her mouth as she hit all the right places.
She seemed to take that as a sign, as she drew her lips off of him,
giving his pisshole a final lick, presumably to taste the precum he
had no doubt been oozing into her mouth. She stood up and unzipped
the knee length skirt that was around her waist and let it drop to
the floor. She was nude beneath, her chestnut hair well groomed into
a small patch above her slit.
"Don't believe in underwear, huh?" Oswald joked. Clarissa
just smiled and looked over her shoulder at the open bedroom door,
then back at Oswald before she turned and walked towards it, only her
socks and sneakers keeping her from being entirely naked. He made to
follow her only to find that he was considerably overdressed, plus he
was restricted by the jeans that were around his knees. He stepped
on the heels of his shoes to quickly get them off of his feet so that
he could hop and wriggle his way out of his pants as he moved towards
his goal, looking like something you might see in a X-rated romantic
comedy.
He shed his shirt at the door and found Clarissa sitting on
the edge of his bed. She spread her legs wide and lay back on the
bed before him. Her hand went between her legs and spread the wet
lips of her pussy apart for him to see the soft pink inside. "Here,"
she said, and Oswald obeyed. As he came to lay upon her, she grasped
his cock with her hand and guided him into her body, giving her the
full length in one thrust.
They gasped in unison at the coupling. Though she was only
the 2nd youngest he'd been with, she was tight, wet, and narrow like
he had imagined Miriam might have been. He felt her legs go up and
wrap around him and he proceeded to fuck her with fast stabbing
strokes which she approved with her whimpers and moans in his ear.
As he went on at this pace, he realized he might not last long, but
he felt no closer to cumming now that he was inside her than he had
felt at the peak of her blowjob only moments ago.
Now that he thought about it, he had been hard and pressing
himself up against her while in the pool as well with little danger
of erupting. As a younger teen he had always cum quickly after his
exploration sessions with the neighbor girl or while he peeped on his
cousins undressing. But when it came to sex, he had always needed
that extra mental push, and there was only one sort of fantasy that
would get his cock to throb and pulse with his seed.
He thought of Miriam as she appeared nude in the pictures her
mother had given him. He thought of her hairless smooth pussy mound
and lips drizzled with the fluids from that condom. He thought of
her in that car pulling off her pajamas and panties, her little cunt
likely dripping with anticipation of the fucking her coach would soon
give her. He thought of her walking half naked from the car to get
for real what her mother could only achieve through sleeping pills
and plotting with strangers online. He thought of her plunging a
finger into the sticky mess inside of her to get rid of it so that
her nightly activities wouldn't be discovered via a stained pair of
panties. Finally he thought of her sitting astride her older lover's
lap in the car, riding his cock and taking his seed inside her within
walking distance of home.
Everything that he had seen of the young girl in the last 2
months pushed him over the edge. "Oh god, I'm--" he gasped, and saw
her face. It wasn't Clarissa he saw just inches away from him, who
was panting and moaning and clenching her walls on his shaft. It
wasn't Miriam he saw in his mind, her mouth open in a gasp like he
saw her do that night she made love in the car. It was Kate. In all
his imagined fantasies, memories, and throes of love making, it was
her face he pictured, and her voice from that phone call he heard.
'It feels good,' she had said shortly before breathlessly and
abruptly hanging up the phone.
Clarissa's pussy felt like it tightened around him as he
pumped his cum into her. She gasped and shuddered and moaned about
how she could feel him filling her, but Oswald's mind was no longer
in the moment. It was instead 30 minutes earlier at the pool, and
the look of surprise, followed by the smile, and then the
disappointment he had seen on the young girl's face in rapid
succession. He stopped his thrusts and waited for the contractions
and spurts to end inside the body of this stranger lover he had in
his bed.
Although he did not go soft, he still felt like his cock
shrank up a little as he slid out of her and rolled onto his back on
the bed. Clarissa turned onto her side and curled up next to him,
her hand going to her sperm soaked slit and playing with it lazily.
They lay there in silence, each with their own thoughts, and then she
started to talk.
"When I was 12, I had a friend, a little girl who lived next
door to me and was 2 years younger than me. She was like a little
sister to me in so many ways, and since I was the youngest of 4, it
felt nice to be the older mature one that was looked up to and envied
for a change. A ways down the street lived an older boy, he must
have been 16, and both her and I wanted to be his girlfriend.
Naturally, I felt that I had the better chance than she did. After
all, I had 2 years on her, I had a nice little pair of tits, and even
though it was just a little bit, I had hair on my pussy. I was a
little chubby too, but not really overweight. She was still a little
girl in every way, while I was a woman.
"I practically threw myself at the boy just after my 13th
birthday, and although I had some idea of what was going to happen, I
just freaked out when his hand went between my legs. I mean, when he
kissed me it was like I was in heaven. When he groped my tits, I was
a little uncomfortable, but knew that boys liked boobs. But the hand
rubbing my panties was just too much for me. I pushed it away, he
called me a tease, and told me to jerk him off at least. I did, but
the whole time I couldn't stop thinking that I'd screwed up my chance
with him. He came, and I left feeling like an idiot. I tried again
and again to see him after that, but he would always turn me down.
"Finally, he agreed to see me again, but when I got there, she
was there as well. She was already in his bed, naked. They coaxed
me out of my clothes, had me submit to an inspection sort of thing,
and...and they just...they made fun of me. They said my tits were
only big because I was fat, and they said my pussy was too hairy and
smelly. Then they made me watch as he kissed her all over, sucked on
her little puffy nipples, and ate her hairless pussy. Then...then
they fucked. She didn't bleed, she didn't cry out in pain. She
wasn't a virgin, and knew exactly what to do.
"When they were done he told me to come over and lay on the
bed with them. I just wanted to run away, but I also thought that he
had changed his mind, that he was going to fuck me too, and this was
how he would choose between me and her. I laid down, and the first
thing that happened was she sat on me. I'll never forget the feeling
of her little cunt drooling his cum onto my pudgy stomach. She put
her hands on my tits and squeezed them. I cried out and she called
me a crybaby. Then I felt his fingers prying me open and then they
went inside. I thought it was his dick at first, but then I saw him
sitting to the side jerking off while he fingered me. It was so
rough, and so painful, I begged him to stop. I was also ashamed,
because I had gotten a little wet while I watched them, and he had to
know that now.
"I don't know why he stopped, but he did, and she got off of
me. He told me to leave and never tell anybody, because he'd just
say I was a slut and a liar. I got off the bed and got dressed so
quickly that I didn't care that I'd put my panties on backwards. I
ran home, and took a shower to wash off the cum that had leaked on
me, but most of it was stuck all over the inside of my shirt or had
run down and soaked into the waistband of my panties. I had started
my periods a few months earlier too, so I was scared that I might get
pregnant, but none of it got that far down.
"I guess that when I saw Kate looking at you, talking to
you...the way she smiled at you...I was like I was competing with a
little girl again for the same boy. Only this time, I was the
winning one, and she was the loser. The way she looked at you, and
acted when you talked to her...she even pushed her chest out at you
for you to see it. She loves you, and even if it's just as silly as
the love I felt for that boy of mine, I can't help but feel sorry for
her watching me drag you away so that we could do this."
They lay in silence for a moment, her story explaining to
Oswald all that he'd seen from her interaction with Kate at the pool.
Although Clarissa was now a grown woman and no longer a timid virgin,
she was still deep down an insecure young girl who panicked at the
sight of a preteen with a crush on her man. He wondered if she
thought history might have repeated itself today, but judging by how
she had labeled herself a "winner" and Kate the "loser," it was clear
that she thought it had, only with the roles reversed.
He felt her hand grip his cock and squeeze it. "I'd really
like to do this again," she said, "but only if you can promise to say
my name when you cum instead." He looked at her curiously for a
moment, and saw for the first time that there were tears dripping
from her eyes. Did he really say a name? She sat up and slid off
the bed and walked from the room. He got up and followed to the
bedroom's doorway and watched as she got dressed by the front door
where she had gone down on him. She put her hand on the doorknob and
looked back at him, a weak smile on her face as she eyed him standing
there naked.
"I don't blame you, Ozzy. If I had a cock, I'd want to fuck a
little girl too. It's better than breaking her heart."
Her words echoed around inside his skull as he picked up the
clothes he'd shed along the way to the bedroom. He'd known of course
that Kate was smitten with him. It had been plain to him in the car
a month earlier, and with some degree of hindsight, it may have even
been a bit of puppylove at first sight for the little girl. Oswald
knew that he wasn't in love with her, but she intrigued him all the
same. For that month between his day with Kate and the night he'd
first caught Miriam and her coach he'd made probably 2 dozen trips to
their neighborhood. He'd always passed the park on those trips, but
sometimes he didn't bother going past the house. The park was a
place he'd encountered both girls, but the house belonged to Miriam
alone, and to reflect upon it he realized that she wasn't the one who
really drew him out there. It was really Kate he had been looking
for.
It wasn't that Oswald loved Kate. No, it was more like she
was an enigma to him; a fascinating mystery for him to observe and
try to solve. Miriam had already been exposed to him in every way
possible. From the pictures of her mother violating her to the
midnight sex dates, he knew more about her intimately than Kate, whom
he'd spent several hours with. If he had to choose between the
unknown and the known, he'd take Kate every time.
It dawned on him then that it was curiosity that had driven
him the entire time. Not just the last two months, but all the way
back to that day when his sister first spread her legs for him. When
those panties slid down her legs, and gave him his first look at what
had been hidden from him all his life, it stirred his curiosity.
That was why he'd tried to penetrate his sister, not once, but twice.
That was why he'd successfully done it with the neighbor girl years
later. That was why he'd always remained interested in the bodies of
young girls. Adult women weren't a mystery to him, certainly not
anymore with the Internet. It didn't take any effort to find
pictures of a grown woman's cunt. He'd been in 4 of them himself
with between his fingers and his cock. He knew what they felt like,
how they smelled, how they acted.
It was the pussy of a little girl that first stirred his
interests, and it still continued to do so. Wanda had guarded hers
so carefully, threatening him when he dared to go beyond her puffy
outsides. The neighbor girl had taken some coaxing, but a look at
his erection and some gentle touches on her panties had gotten her
legs apart and his index finger inside her half an inch before Wanda
had found them and put an end to it. How he'd replayed that day so
many times in his fantasies.
He was 13, and she was only 11, but at glance some might have
mistook her for 14. Her size had brought her a lot of unwanted
attention from older men, and she wasn't a stranger to their
advances, but when they would hear how old she was, they'd leave her
alone. This had the effect of her becoming self-conscious of her
body, and convinced there was something wrong with it for adults to
both praise and avoid her because of it's awkward features. She was
as tall as a high schooler, but only as busty as an older grade
schooler, and her face was as fresh as a teen starlet, but more cute
like a child than pretty like a woman.
He was being tutored by her older brother in math, and she
would tag along some times to do her homework with them. They had
grown friendly in that way, and Oswald never considered her to be a
bother. On that day, the brother had to leave early, but the girl
stayed. They had started talking, and the topic had turned to
dating. Oswald never had, and of course neither had she, but like
all burgeoning preteen girls, her head was full of romantic ideas
about being older and she couldn't resist asking. When inquiries
about kissing or holding hands didn't get her any where, she began to
ask Oswald what he found attractive. Though he'd usually only had
these sorts of discussions with other boys and felt the peer pressure
to answer "big tits" like all the rest, he told her instead the truth
that his sister's younger body had impressed upon him 4 years earlier.
They went to his room where she allowed him to go under her
shirt. A casual remark on his part about how hard he'd become piqued
her curiosity. He placed her hand on his crotch and she could feel
it under his pants. He asked her if I could do the same, and the
bargaining began. He offered his pants off if hers would come off as
well. She agreed. She grabbed the serpentine shape pressed up
against his briefs almost as soon as his pants were off, and then had
to concede his hand to rub between her legs. She'd confessed to
being touched before, but it never felt the way that he did it. The
brief practice that Wanda had given him with making a girl feel nice
was paying off.
The friendly trust she put in him only went so far though, and
she refused to remove her panties. His initial offer to expose
himself seemed only to scare her, and she refused, however his
slightly talented hands and the throbbing she could feel against her
palm pressed up on his hard dick made her cave in. Down went his
underwear first, and shyly she inched hers off as well. He promised
her she could see him cum if she would let him touch her, and she
agreed. She spread her legs, and Oswald wasted no time in reaching
his target.
That was how Wanda found them. Oswald with his pants off and
cock hard, and the girl seated sideways on his bed, her legs apart
with half an inch of finger inside her. In his memory of the
incident, Oswald did not recall the sound of his doorknob turning,
nor did he recall Wanda looking either shocked or surprised to see
them. Rather, she looked positively bemused and giddy when she
strolled into the room. Most likely she had been watching them for
some period of time, choosing only to intervene when Oswald was about
to finger the girl. The girl began to cry, and was taken by Wanda
into her room where she was calmed down, redressed, and then left the
house. Nothing further happened to Oswald from the incident, but
Wanda would often hold it over his head as blackmail in the rare case
that she would need him on her side. As for the girl, she never
spoke of it again, and would always go home when her brother did.
The family moved out 2 years later.
Oswald stayed home that night. He had considered going out to
follow Miriam, but he wanted to be home in case Kate called him. Of
course it would have been strange for Kate to call him so late, but
he didn't want to miss her if she did. As it turned out, miriam_rp
came online, so he wouldn't have seen Miriam tonight anyways.
<miriam_rp> hey there
<DeepInU> hello yourself
<miriam_rp> you wouldn't believe the evening i had
<DeepInU> oh?
Oswald wondered if the jig was up.
<miriam_rp> she's been pretty open lately about fingering
herself
<miriam_rp> even doing it in front of me
<miriam_rp> so like today we were watching tv, and her hand
was in her pants
That impressed him. So far Miriam had sounded like a modest
young girl, but he had to assume that her mother's openness in
talking about masturbation combined with her nightly sex sneak-outs
had broken down some of those barriers between parent and child.
<miriam_rp> and she starts asking me about myfirst time
<miriam_rp> she said some of her friends have done it already
<DeepInU> so what did you tell her?
<miriam_rp> oh god, well
<miriam_rp> she's young you know, so i started with that, but
her friends are her age too, so
<miriam_rp> i told her she should only do it with somebody she
loves, but then i remembered being a little girl and thinking my
stupid crushes were love
<miriam_rp> i would have been riding cock at age 8 if my mom
told me the same thing
<DeepInU> and did you tell her that too? :P
<miriam_rp> haha, no :P
<miriam_rp> so i asked her if she was thinking about doing it,
and she didn't say it so much as the look on her face told me so
<miriam_rp> she says she's started putting fingers in her
pussy too
<miriam_rp> so you'd better hurry or she might not have a
cherry left for you to break
<DeepInU> don't worry, i plan on visiting soon
It wasn't a lie. Oswald hadn't entirely given up on Miriam,
but he didn't really know if he'd full out rape the girl like her
mother wanted. He'd probably give her a good scare though.
<miriam_rp> i can't wait
<miriam_rp> so wanna rp? i'm all charged up thinking about my
baby fingering her wet cunt
And so they did. She wanted something close to a rape
fantasy, so he suggested to her something similar to Clarissa's past,
and she enjoyed every bit of it. There was something about this
woman that made her love crying young girls and the pain they felt
being deflowered. She seemed to love talking at length about the
tears, where and how they dripped and fell. The stretching, tearing
pain of the hymen and vagina, and how it bled. She wanted to be
abused and used for her cunt, so much so that Oswald wondered if that
had been a part of her own past, now fetishized and driving her ill-
fated plans for her own daughter to be similarly treated.
They finished up close to 4am and Oswald went to his bed,
which still smelled of the sex he and Clarissa had earlier that day.
He lay there, smelling that smell, his hand reaching out to find the
damp spot where their mix of juices had flowed from her body. He
felt torn, like he could have either Clarissa or Kate, but not both
of them. Clarissa was real, she was willing, and he hoped that if he
called her, she would agree to see him again, but doing so would most
likely end any chance he had with Kate...and really, what chance with
Kate did he have anyways? She hadn't called him in months, and after
Clarissa clinging to him like that in front of her, he shouldn't
expect her to call anyways. He groaned and buried his face in the
pillow, no longer wanting to have to think about this. At least, he
thought, in his dreams he could have them both.
His dreams weren't nearly as kind, nor at all sexual. He
seemed to dream endlessly that he was missing phone calls. Was it
Kate or Clarissa? What if it was neither of them? What if it was
Miriam's mother, calling to tell him she knew everything? What if it
really all was a sting by the cops, and this call was to tell him he
was under arrest? What if Wanda had decided sometime in the last two
months that she didn't believe any of what he and Kate had told her,
and she had called the cops too? What if it was Kate's dad who had
learned everything from his scorned daughter? The phone just kept
ringing, but he could never answer it in time to talk to anybody on
the other end.
Ironically it was a ringing phone that woke him in the
morning, but rather than being anybody familiar on the other end, it
was a salesman trying to offer him a home equity loan. Oswald tried
to throw himself back into sleep, but even though it was the weekend
and he had already slept in several hours, his mind was too alert to
be lulled back into a slumber. The day felt rather lethargic to him,
and in light of the events of the previous day, most any following
day would have that same tone to it.
Several times he picked up the phone to call Clarissa, but he
rarely got further than dialing the 3rd digit of her number when he
would realize that he didn't really know what to tell her. He
honestly didn't remember saying Kate's name when he came inside his
teen lover, but that was what she had led him to believe. He didn't
know the entirety of how she felt about that, or what she thought of
his illicit desires, but it felt like the door was open to pursuing a
relationship with her...but he had trouble believing that he actually
wanted to do so.
When he wasn't staring at the phone in his hand, he would go
online. He didn't spent much time in the chatroom during daylight
hours, and when he did, it was usually just to have something going
in the background while browsing the web, and if somebody hit him up
to chat or cyber, he'd switch over to them. That too felt a little
played out and tired to him today though, and after a few people
tried to start something with him, he'd just lose interest and drop
them onto a temporary ignore list.
It reminded him of the depression he fell into after his first
girlfriend broke up with him. Nothing could capture his interest but
the thought of her, and those thoughts were generally melancholy.
This time though, it was like he had lost two girlfriends, one by
indecision and one by interference from the other one.
As the day wore on, he chided himself for letting it all go to
waste by preferring to stay there by the phone. It was a little too
late before he realized he should have gone to the pool or the park,
maybe as a long shot, he'd have seen Kate at either of the two
places, and maybe have gotten a chance to speak with her. As the
dark of night took over though, he knew there was one thing he could
do to take his mind off his troubles.
Right on time he saw her come around the side of the house and
sit by the mailbox in her pajamas. She was horny tonight, and he
watched as she stuck her hand under the waistband of her pants and
played with herself while she waited. She didn't have to finger
herself for long though as the blue sports car soon arrived and she
hurried to her feet and got in the passenger side door. While Miriam
and her coach drove off for some semi-secluded spot to fuck for the
night, Oswald didn't follow them. Instead, this time he got out of
his car, and went into her backyard.
The first thing he noticed was the fence. miriam_rp hadn't
said anything about a fence, and Oswald was no climber, so it was
fortunate for him that Miriam was sneaking out at night and left the
gate wide open. Inside the fence, the yard wasn't very large, at
most it was about half the size of the home. The yard was divided
into two parts, one of which was a little flower garden, and the rest
was just covered in grass with some lawn chairs and a little table.
Turning his attention to the house next, he saw that the back
door was held open by a little wedge of wood. He momentarily
considered removing the wedge and forcing Miriam to find a new way to
get inside, but decided that this visit would best serve just as a
bit of reconnaissance. He checked for where miriam_rp had said the
key would be, and it was there. He was also able to look in through
some of the windows, and while what were likely bedroom windows were
too high, he was able to peek into a living room area and spotted the
computer from which this whole crazy scheme was told to him.
Now that he'd gotten a look at the house and the backyard, he
had to wait. He knew that there was really no set schedule for how
long Miriam and her coach would take, sometimes being quick about it
at the park and getting her home within 10 minutes of leaving or
having a much more leisurely screw at some distant location and
leaving the sleepy girl to drag herself back into the house as much
as an hour later. If they were quick, there was a chance he'd be
caught leaving the property, so the smart thing to do was find a
place to hide, and wait there.
This time it was about 20 minutes before he heard a car drive
up and the door close. Oswald had found a spot behind a rose bush
that would mostly hide him, and in the dark he probably wouldn't be
noticed at all by the tired young girl from a distance. He hurried
to his place and squatted down. Seconds later she came sauntering
into the backyard through the open fence gate which she then closed,
went straight to the back door, took care to open it as quietly as
possible, moved the wooden wedge to a place behind a flower pot, and
quietly closed the door, which then clicked as it was locked from the
inside.
Oswald waited a few moments more before leaving, upon which he
came upon a problem. He could unlatch the gate from inside the yard
to leave, but he couldn't then relatch it behind himself once he was
on the outside. He would have liked to left everything as if he
hadn't been there at all, but it just wasn't possible, and he was
forced to leave it open when he left. When he finally got into the
driver seat of his car, he felt the adrenaline surge through his body
now that it was at rest. Although he no longer had any intention of
forcing himself on her, he did now see a host of other possible
things he could do to her, if not physically, then mentally.
For the rest of that week he made nightly visits to her home,
waiting for her to leave in the car, and then he'd enter the backyard
and would change things from how she had left it. That first night
he removed the wedge and placed it behind the flower pot. When
Miriam returned she walked to the door like usual and paused in
confusion when she saw that the wedge was out of place. She found it
easily enough but she looked perplexed by the fact that it wasn't
holding open the door. She did appear relieved however that the door
was still unlocked and quickly slipped inside.
The next night he closed the fence gate and placed a little
rock at the base of it to hold it closed. He could only imagine the
look on her face when she got out of the car, her slit slick with
cum, and found her way back inside blocked. She only needed to give
the gate a push and the rock moved easily aside and she was into the
backyard. He watched her walk slowly through the gate, looking at
it, like it was the strangest thing she'd ever seen. She nudged the
rock with her foot as if to make sure it was actually there, and then
hurried inside the house, looking more than a little spooked.
He took no action the next night, and just watched her return
instead. She seemed to look over every bit of her route into the
house, almost like she was expecting something to be out of place
this time. She kicked at the little rock before closing the gate on
the fence and giving it a meaningful look, no doubt having to do with
the fact that she kept finding it open the next night. She picked up
the wedge and looked at it for a moment before placing it behind the
pot and going inside. Before Oswald left this time, he picked up the
wedge and took it home with him.
As he watched her leave the backyard the following night, she
seemed rather nervous while approaching the sidewalk, looking over
her shoulder, glancing about at anything that seemed to catch her
eye. She sat on the curb like usual, but pulled her legs up to her
chest and hugged her knees. When the blue car showed up, she got to
her feet, but rather than going around to the other side to get in,
she spoke to her coach through the window instead, pointing at her
backyard while she talked to him. He could tell they were arguing,
and that he was shaking his head at her and gesturing at the car door
for her to get in. She did so reluctantly, and when they drove off,
she was looking over her shoulder back at the house. Oswald hurried
into the back yard, placed the wedge behind the flower pot, and hid.
Miriam returned quickly this time, much too quickly for there
to have been much sex happening. She practically ran into the
backyard and went right to the flower pot. She found the wedge and
fell to her knees holding it, looking bewildered. He watched her
close her eyes and lower her head while holding the wedge to her
chest and begin to speak to herself quietly. He realized she was
praying, perhaps to ask forgiveness for what she had been up to or
for some kind of protection against whatever was playing these tricks
on her. When she was done, she wiped her sleeves at her eyes and got
up from the ground. She started to place the wedge back behind the
pot, but thought better of it and took it into the house with her.
Oswald heard the door lock, but then unlock and relocked as Miriam
made sure of it, something he was sure she had been doing often this
week.
He waited a few moments before leaving, and as he stood up
this time from behind the bush he noticed movement in one of the
higher windows that he hadn't been able to see into. He looked at it
and saw her face looking out of it at him, her eyes big like saucers.
He did the first thing that came to mind and ran. He heard her
scream for her mother as he rushed through the open gate that she
hadn't closed when she rushed into the yard. As he raced across the
street towards his car he saw a light go on in the house, no doubt by
a suddenly horny mother expecting to find her little girl as a fresh
rape victim. Boy would she be disappointed.
It was a tense drive home, as Oswald listened intently for
sirens, but none ever came. When he got back to his apartment, he
went straight to the computer and logged onto IRC. Almost instantly
he was in a private chat with miriam_rp.
<miriam_rp> busy night? :)
<DeepInU> oh, something like that
<miriam_rp> you scared the piss out of her, literally, all
over the chair in the guest bedroom she was standing on
<DeepInU> sorry, that wasn't in my plans
<miriam_rp> well just what were your plans then?
<miriam_rp> she said she'd been hearing noises in the backyard
all week, and this time she went to look and saw you behind my roses
<DeepInU> i'm just getting familiar with the place, that's all
<DeepInU> i didn't mean to scare her so much
<DeepInU> how is she?
<miriam_rp> she's in the shower, cleaning up, i told her to
rub her clit and it would help her relax
For once Oswald wasn't surprised by the way this woman was
raising her daughter.
<miriam_rp> in any case, i asked her what she saw and just
said it was some guy in the backyard, so i don't think she got a very
good look at you
<miriam_rp> she actually told me she thought you were a ghost
or something
<miriam_rp> so how long before she discovers this ghost has a
hard cock? :)
Oswald smiled as he knew just how to answer that.
<DeepInU> well...i had been thinking about tomorrow, but all
things considered, maybe i should stay away for a while now
<miriam_rp> oh you evil bastard
<miriam_rp> here i woke up and got all wet thinking i'd find
her wet, and i did, just not in a nice way :P
<miriam_rp> well she's done with the shower now, so she's
gonna come sleep with me tonight
<miriam_rp> you'd better hope she doesn't make a habit of
doing that
She signed off, and Oswald couldn't help laughing out loud.
It was just so surreal that this was happening at all. He couldn't
help feeling proud of himself and rather powerful. Not only had he
likely ruined the night of Miriam's coach, who probably didn't even
get a finger up her tonight, he was also making life hell for
Miriam's mother who was thinking of everything but the welfare of her
daughter. Tonight he had control over both of them, and his only
regret was that he had to make a preteen wet herself in the process.
The next day he was anxious to get done with work, get home,
and go watch Miriam again. He was planning on keeping his promise
not to lurk in the backyard tonight, but he wanted to at least see if
she went out again. As it happened, he wasn't going to get that
opportunity due to a surprise waiting at his door. She was sitting
there with a backpack, reading a book as he came up the stairs, a
smile spread across her face as a look of astonishment spread across
his.
"K-Kate? What are you doing here?"
"Hi Ozzy! I found you!" It wasn't that he wasn't happy to
see her, but really that he was utterly shocked that he was seeing
her, particularly here of all places.
"How'd you get here? How do you know where I live?"
"Well, um..." she realized that he wasn't quite as happy as
she was, and that got her nervous. "...I kinda found out in your
car, you know...when I was upset...can we go inside?" Oswald looked
around, and realized he probably shouldn't be having an argument with
a little girl out in the open like this, and hurriedly opened the
door and ushered Kate inside. He closed it, locked it, and turned to
her.
"Ok, talk. How did you find out where I live?"
"Like I said, in the car, you were taking me back to the park,
and I...I was upset and didn't want to look at...at you, so I looked
at the floor and there was a coupon book by my feet and it had your
address on it...so I just kept reading it over and over...I have a
good memory." Oswald remembered that memory of her's led to that
first phone call months ago.
"Ok...how did you get here?"
"My dad brought me." Oswald felt the color drain from his face.
"Your dad brought you here?! He knows where I live?!"
"Um, uh, no...well...I told him that, uh...you were a
friend...a girl, from school...he doesn't know it's really you...a
grown up boy I mean."
Oswald closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. This
could all go very badly for him. He opened his eyes and looked at
the backpack, which appeared to be stuffed full. "What's with the
backpack?"
"It has some clothes in it...can I stay here?"
"Stay here?"
"Yeah, just a few days."
Oswald was just plain speechless and looked around the room as
though he was going to see the words he wanted to say just sitting
somewhere.
"Kate...you...you can't stay here, I'm practically a
stranger...and...and...you're a little girl and your dad...he knows
where you are, and he'll come to find you here and...I...I'll go to
jail..." he just sort of rambled as every thought in his head about
this situation seemed to fight for the right to be heard.
"Daddy won't come here...I promise." She seemed awfully sure
of it.
"He won't? Why not?"
"Because I told him I was going to the beach with my friend,
so...he won't come."
"Ok...ok...you've gone to the beach...with your friend for a
few days...how many days?"
"A week."
"A week? A whole week at the beach, with a friend he never
saw and a family he hasn't met? Your dad just agreed to this?"
"Yeah...can, uh...can we sleep together?"
Oswald had to close his eyes and rub his forehead again.
"Ok...ok...let's not get ahead of ourselves. Why are you here?"
"I told you...my dad thinks I'm at the beach wi--"
"No, no, not the story you told your dad. I want to know why
you came to see me. Why you're here in my apartment, asking if we
can sleep together."
"Oh...um, well...I..." she looked down at her feet, "I like
you...and...I wanted to see if...maybe...you..." she was getting
quieter and quieter as she spoke to her shoes and then went slient.
"Kate?"
She looked up at him. "Yeah?"
"You wanted to see if I what?"
"W-well...that girl...you were with her at the pool...is she
really your girlfriend?"
Oswald saw his out. He could say one word and Kate would
leave and he wouldn't have to worry about getting caught by anybody
with a young girl in his home. All he had to do was lie to her...lie
and break her heart.
'I don't blame you, Ozzy. If I had a cock, I'd want to fuck a
little girl too. It's better than breaking her heart.'
He heard those words Clarissa spoke to him as she walked out
the door. He couldn't do that to her. He couldn't lie to the face
he saw fall a week ago at the pool when Clarissa had dragged him away
from her. He couldn't lie to the face he saw again 30 minutes later
when he and Clarissa were in his bed and he was thrusting in and out
of her. It was then that he did remember, he did say her name when
he came. It was Clarissa who he had been with physically, but it was
Kate that he had wanted to connect with in that moment, and he
couldn't have that if he started lying to her now.
"No. She's not my girlfriend." The anxious look on her face,
the look that seemed to be just one little step away from instant
tears and sadness, broke apart into a look of relief and joy.
"She's not? Really?!"
"Yes, really. She's not. That was our first date,
actually...and we kind of decided not to see each other again after
it."
"So you're not having sex with her?"
Oswald thought again to lie to her, but he wanted to be honest
with her...about all of it, and the sex turned out to be an important
part of it all.
"We did, Kate. I had sex with her...that day."
"O-oh..."
"After we left the pool, we came back here...and...yeah..."
An awkward silence filled the space between them, but was broken by
the near simultaneous growls of their respective stomachs. The pair
looked at each other, a grin on Oswald's face, and a shy smile on
Kate's. "I guess I'll need to feed you while you're here, won't I?"
"Yeah," she giggled. "Cindy's?"
"Cindy's," he confirmed for her. "But this time, we go
through the drive-through." And so they did, in what was thankfully
for Oswald an uneventful trip, though Kate did tease him about the
fact that the coupon book that she had gotten his address off of two
months earlier was still on the floor of his car by her feet. They
decided on sticking with the uncle story as well if anybody should
see Kate at his place and start asking questions. Oswald just hoped
that Wanda wouldn't make a surprise visit, but seeing as how she
never had before, he felt pretty confident that they wouldn't need to
worry about that happening.
They brought their dinner back to his place, and Oswald got to
learn a lot more about Kate. Her parents had never married and she
had an older half-sister whom she looked up to a lot but didn't see
often despite living relatively close to each other. Her dad and his
partner weren't the most attentive parents, and they both seemed to
resent her presence in the house, so she was always trying to spend
as much time at the park, pool, or a friend's house as possible.
That said, they did seem to bend over backwards to accommodate her
with things she wanted, like a computer in her room or chauffeuring
her around to the pool or friend's homes. She said they usually told
her that in return for these things, she had to stay in her room most
of the time, but she would often sneak out and would see them having
sex.
With blushing cheeks she described to Oswald what she would
watch them do to each other's bodies. Hand jobs, blow jobs, anal
sex, if two men could do it, she'd seen them doing it, and had been
doing so since the strange noises she heard at night made her so
curious at age 9, that she finally ventured out of her room at the
risk of being caught and spanked. She told her half-sister about
what she'd seen, and the older girl took it upon herself to teach
Kate a little about sex as well. She learned how to masturbate then,
and did it so often that wound up being caught doing it by either her
dad or his partner 3 times that same week before she learned how best
to hide it from them.
"So am I going to catch you at some point this week?" Oswald
asked her teasingly before sucking the last of his soft drink through
the straw.
"No! Jeez..." she squirmed in her seat, at the accusation.
"I can't believe I told you that stuff...it's so embarrassing."
"So embarrassing that you did it on the phone with me before
we even really knew each other," Oswald pointed out to her.
"Shut uuuuupppp..." Kate whined, clearly not wanting to be
reminded of that.
"Well, if you do decide to diddle yourself this week, you'll
have plenty of time alone to do it, since I have a job to be at every
day," Oswald informed her. He popped the last of his fries in his
mouth and got up to throw away his trash. She didn't respond to
that, and Oswald looked over at her, wondering if he went a little
too far in his teasing. There was most definitely a frown on her
blushing face. "Look, I'm sorry, Kate, but you started this
conversation, and I'm just teasing you a little. I won't perv on you
if you don't want me to...in fact I really shouldn't do it at all. I
mean, I play with myself pretty much every night, but I won't while
you're here."
"I-I don't mind if you do," she said to that. "I kinda want
to see it up close...maybe help too." The tremor in her voice didn't
totally backup her words though.
"I know you do, Kate," Oswald said, "but I still have to be a
responsible adult since I'm going to be taking care of you this week."
"Being an adult sounds boring," she grumbled. Oswald laughed.
He couldn't disagree with that.
With dinner done and cleaned up, Oswald let Kate have control
of the TV viewing for the evening, and got on the computer to pay
some bills. That didn't take him long though, and he soon joined her
on the couch in front of the TV. She mostly stuck to the live action
kids shows aimed at her age group. A lot of the jokes were pretty
crappy and the stories clich‚d, but Oswald found himself laughing a
few times at them.
Shortly after 9:30 he noticed Kate getting quieter and
slumping more and more beside him. Within 10 minutes she was
snoozing. The fact that an 11-year old girl was sleeping innocently
on his couch didn't escape Oswald, and the temptation was certainly
there to touch her, but even though he knew she probably wouldn't
mind if he did, he didn't want to just take advantage of her. What
he did do was take the opportunity to shower. The weather was
getting warmer with a heat wave forecast to begin tomorrow, and
Oswald was already feeling more sweaty and gross after a day's work
(and surprise house guest discovery).
When he got out, she had moved to laying down on the couch,
still completely out of it. He wondered for a moment if maybe she
was just pretending, trying to get him to do something, but after
watching her carefully, he concluded that she really was asleep. He
lay a blanket over her, and went to the computer, and surfed the web
for the next few hours, while keeping an eye on the chatroom to see
if miriam_rp would make an appearance that night. She never did, and
as the clock ticked ever closer to the time that he needed to leave
if he was going to watch Miriam, Oswald wondered if Kate would even
notice if he left her alone. Probably she wouldn't have a clue.
Just after midnight, he watched Miriam come sneaking out of
her backyard and wait by the mailbox. Up the road came her coach, in
his blue sports car, and off they went, Oswald following. At first
he thought they were going to the school again for equipment room
sex, but instead of that romantic destination, Oswald was surprised
when they instead pulled into a driveway. He pulled over and stopped
the car, watching as the garage door opened and the car pulled
inside, the garage closing behind it. Was he taking Miriam to his
home now? That seemed awfully bold if anybody were to see them in
the car together at this time of night.
Half an hour passed before the garage door opened up again,
and the blue sports car pulled out of it. Oswald ducked down as the
car passed him, making its return trip to Miriam's house. Although
he knew he probably shouldn't, especially since he didn't know
anything about the house or its neighbors' potential security
systems, Oswald got out of his car and approached the home. It was
awfully big to be a bachelor pad, and as Oswald found when he opened
the unlocked gate to the backyard, there were toys back there, both
boy and girl themed. No signs of any pets or pet toys though, so at
least Oswald had gambled and won on that account. Peering in through
the back patio sliding glass door, there wasn't much he could see
inside the darkened house, other than it was furnished. He squinted
looking at the walls, trying to see any sign of a burglar alarm
console, but didn't see one, not that that meant there wasn't one
somewhere, though none of the windows displayed a security alarm
branding sticker on it.
The hum of an engine and the rattle of an opening garage door
told Oswald that Miriam's coach had come home, and he hurried over to
a spot where he couldn't be seen through any windows. He waited for
the garage door to clatter to close, waited a few minutes just to be
sure, and then returned to his car, trying to look as natural as one
could when sneaking out of a backyard just after 1 in the morning.
He wrote down the address and drove past it for his return home. It
was only when doing so that he noticed the van parked out front that
was marked 'Spitfire Basketball: Elite Girl's Basketball Camp &
Coaching Service.'
Kate was still out like a light when Oswald got home. Part of
him was glad that she had fallen asleep on the couch so that she
wouldn't push the idea of sleeping together, at least for this night,
but he also felt like he was missing out on a tempting opportunity.
No matter which thought he favored more, he was tired and just wanted
to sleep. He took a leak, then shuffled off to the bedroom and
removed his pants before faceplanting on the bed. It was already too
warm to get under the blankets, and if Kate happened to wake up first
and see him in his underwear, well, that was what she wanted, so
might as well give her that at least. He slept.
When his alarm went off in the morning, Oswald discovered that
he hadn't slept alone after all. Kate was sleeping soundly next to
him, lying similarly on top of the blankets, and without her pair of
shorts. He sat up and looked at her rear end, covered only by a pair
of spring green colored panties. As arousing as he found it, he
reminded himself that he'd already seen her in her swimsuit, which
was practically no different from seeing a girl in her underwear, but
there was still something exciting about panties when compared to
swimsuits.
He got up carefully and quietly so as not to wake her. As he
picked out his work clothes for the day, he noted her shorts and
training bra discarded on the floor. He showered and dressed, and
when he opened the bathroom door, Kate was standing, drowsily, on the
other side in her t-shirt and panties. "Gotta pee," she mumbled and
the two of them exchanged places, Kate closing the door behind
herself. Oswald just shook his head in amusement at how routine and
normal it felt. He sat down to a bowl of cereal, and Kate joined him
at the table when she came out.
"I have to go to work," he told her between bites. "I'll be
home at about half past 5, so you're gonna be alone all day. Don't
answer the door, the phone, use the oven, or do anything remotely
noisy or messy."
"Ok dad," Kate answered him sardonically. She glanced at the
computer. "Can I use that?" she asked, pointing at it. Oswald
considered briefly what she might see or find out. Having Wanda for
a sister had trained him to keep sensitive things either hidden or
passworded, even considering how rare a visit from her might be, but
there was no telling how savvy Kate was with a computer.
"No," he told her, hating how her expression fell into a
frown. "Just watch TV, read a book, play with yourself, whatever.
You'll find the day passes quicker than you might expect."
"Fine," she grumbled, pushing back from the table. "Can I
take a shower at least? It's hot and I feel all sticky and gross
already."
"Sure. I'll probably be gone when you get out." She didn't
respond to that, and just went into the bathroom and closed the door,
the water sounding shortly after. Oswald finished his cereal, and
left, but not before disconnecting the computer's power cable and
taking it with him, just to be sure.
On his lunch break he looked up the coaching service online.
It had a website, and listed it's location as the house he had been
at last night. There were 4 employees, two men and two women who
worked with the girls to develop their skills, and the man in charge
was none other than Miriam's lover. The service didn't come cheap
either, asking $1500 per 3 month term. That didn't seem to fit with
Miriam's mother's apparent economic status at all. Could the sex
possibly be some kind of payment for the coaching lessons? Had her
mother known all along? Once Kate was gone he planned to ask
miriam_rp a few questions. In the meantime he wanted to learn a bit
more about the home of one Warren Henderson, elite basketball coach,
and came up with a plan to do just that the next day.
The heat took him by surprise when he left work, the air
conditioning inside having done its job and made him forget all about
the hot weather. On the drive home he wondered how Kate was faring
in the heat. He didn't have air conditioning in his apartment, but
he did have a fan...somewhere, probably in his closet. He mused for
a moment that he might find her naked in an attempt to stay cool, but
he very much doubted that even Kate was that much of a free spirit
despite her openness with him. When he did open the door, he found
that he wasn't far off from the truth. Kate sat on the couch,
sprawled out, wearing a dark blue two-piece swimsuit. She made no
move to greet him, only to bring her knees closer together from the
rather unladylike position she had them in initially. "Keeping
cool?" he asked her, actually rather enjoying the view, and noticing
for the first time the small bumps on Kate's chest that were held
behind her bikini top.
"It's so hot," she whined, drawing her knees closer together
as Oswald came nearer to her. He noticed she was sitting on some
towels on his couch.
"What's with the towels?"
"So I don't get the couch wet," she responded. Oswald gave
her a strange look and she wrinkled her nose at him when she realized
how that sounded. "Not because of THAT," she admonished him, her
cheeks getting red. "When I get too hot I go stand under the shower
to cool off, that's why I'm wearing the swimsuit."
"Oh, ok, that's fine I guess," Oswald said, trying not to
think too much about the budding young girl's body laid out before
him. "I was thinking I'd order a pizza for dinner. Anything in
particular you want on it?"
"Nothing spicy," Kate replied, her legs opening up again after
deciding comfort was more important than modesty. Oswald ordered a
half Hawaiian, half pepperoni and Italian sausage, and then went back
to his bedroom to change into something cooler. While in there he
found that Kate's discarded pile of clothes beside the bed had now
grown to include the t-shirt and panties she had slept in. He came
back out in a t-shirt and shorts and sat beside Kate.
"What'd you do today while I was gone?" he asked her, and got
a shrug in return.
"Watched TV mostly. I think your computer is broken." Oswald
almost panicked at that statement, but remembered he took the cord
with him.
"It's not, and I thought I told you not to use it," he
reminded her accusingly.
"Oh...yeah...sorry," she apologized. "Why don't you want me
to use it?"
"There's some private stuff on there."
"Like what? Porn? I have girl parts you know, and I've seen
dicks before."
"Yeah, and you're also 10."
"Eleven. I bet I'll get my period soon too. My sister did
when she was my age, and--"
"Kate..."
"-then I'll have to worry about bringing extra pads with me,
and-"
"...Kate...."
"-if I get a boyfriend, we'll have to be careful when we fool
around so that his sperm doesn't-"
"KATE."
"You don't have to yell. I'm right here."
"Yeah, you are right here. You're on my couch wearing a
bikini. Before that you were in my room on my bed in just a t-shirt
and panties."
"Of course. I always sleep like that."
"Next to an adult man?"
"No...I've never done that before."
"Kate, do you want me to have sex with you?"
"K-kinda...can we?" Oswald sighed, not that he didn't want
to, but he wondered if Kate was really ready to spread her legs for
him.
"Kate, you do understand what it means to have sex with
somebody, don't you?"
"W-well yeah. The boy's thing gets hard and pushes inside the
girl between her-"
"No, I don't mean the actions of it. I mean the feelings it
creates. The emotions it gives you. What it can change between two
people who do that sort of thing together."
"It...it makes them fall in love?"
"No Kate," Oswald said, shaking his head. "Sex doesn't come
before love. A boy won't love you if you let him do you. He'll just
want to keep sticking it in your pussy because it's there for him to
do it in. I didn't love Clarissa when I had sex with her, not before
and not after, and if anything, I learned that I didn't love her
because of it. Sex can change a lot of things between two people,
and it's not always good what happens."
"So...do you hate her now?" Kate asked, looking worried in
addition to looking confused.
"No, Kate. I don't hate her, but...I think she might hate me
a little bit."
"I wouldn't hate you. I really like you, so that's why..."
"I like you too, Kate, and that's why you haven't already been
fucked half a dozen times since you got here. I don't just want to
take advantage of you because you are offering yourself to me. I
want you to be sure that when you tell me that you are ready for
this, that it's because I'm somebody special to you, and not just
some guy that you saw naked in a locker room who got hard in front of
you. I like you, and I want to have sex with you if we can, but only
if you decide it's for the right reasons."
"How will I know what the right reasons are?"
"Do you know what it feels like to have a crush on somebody?"
"Yeah..."
"It's when you feel like that, but it's...bigger and...and a
little scary how it feels like it's going to just swallow you up
whole. You can't force that feeling to happen to you. It'll just be
there."
"Wh-what if it doesn't happen soon, though?" Oswald smiled
and put his hand on her head.
"You know where I live. Just come up with another story to
tell your dad about why you won't be home for a few days...and then
another story about why you're walking so funny once you get home."
Kate giggled at that.
"Do girls really walk funny after sex?"
"You've seen me hard, Kate. Think about it," Oswald teased
her, enjoying the expression her imagination was putting on her face.
She'd clearly never thought about it that far.
"I...I think I'm going to go stand under the water again," she
said, and quickly hopped up off the couch, making a beeline for the
bathroom, tugging the bikini out of her crack. Oswald watched her
go, wondering if he'd just talked his way out of having sex with a
preteen girl. It didn't matter how much he wanted it though, it
mattered that Kate make the decision for herself on if he should
truly get that chance. Kate came out of the bathroom about 5 minutes
later, water running down her bare skin, her bikini clinging wetly to
her body, showing the shape of both her nipples under the top and a
more subtle imprint of her lips further down. Oswald didn't hide how
he looked at her, and it seemed to make her freeze in her tracks.
Instead of sitting down beside him again, she instead went to her bag
and pulled out a big t-shirt and pulled that on over her swimsuit,
hiding it all from his eyes.
"You know, that just makes it look like you're naked
underneath," he told her when she sat back down on her towel. "Not
that I mind at all."
"Quit it," she whined. "I got embarrassed how you looked at
me like that. Besides, maybe I've decided that you don't get to see
me like that yet."
"Fair enough, but I appreciated the preview anyways."
They picked out a few pay-per-view movies before the pizza
arrived, Oswald permitting only one R-rated title, and even then it
was one that he knew wasn't too sexually provocative. When the pizza
guy was at the door, he kept looking in at the little girl in a n
oversized t-shirt sitting on a towel covered couch, which had Oswald
praying that he didn't report the strange situation to some
authority. He really should have had Kate hide herself in the
bathroom. Thankfully there were no further knocks on the door, and
the pair enjoyed their dinner and a movie.
While Oswald cleaned up a bit following the movie, he noticed
that Kate was no longer on the couch or in the room with him. First
thought was that she might be in the shower again, but the water
wasn't running. The only other place she might be was in the
bedroom. Sure enough, the bedroom door was closed, but not latched.
He stood quietly, listening, and could hear the rustle of fabric and
the panting breaths of a young girl. He brought his hand up to push
the door open for a look inside, but stopped himself, realizing that
she wanted some privacy, otherwise she wouldn't have snuck off to do
it behind a closed door at all. He went back to the kitchen,
reciting multiplication tables in his head.
Ten minutes later Kate emerged from the bedroom, red faced,
unable to look Oswald in the eye, hands fidgeting with the edge of
her shirt. "Ready for the next movie?" he asked her, her only
response a curt nod in affirmation before taking her place on the
couch. Oswald found himself wondering if she was this obvious when
she masturbated at home, but knew that she probably didn't have to
face the star of her fantasy immediately following those sessions.
To the best of his knowledge, she hadn't caught him listening by the
door, but her body language was understandably distant towards him
for the next 30 minutes or so. Gradually though, she shifted in his
direction until her head was on his shoulder.
It was nearing 9:30 when Oswald stopped feeing the muscles of
her face stretching against his arm in yawns, and started hearing the
first mewing of a light snore. It was still too early to go out and
surveil Miriam and Coach Henderson, but he could at least use the
computer without her looking over his shoulder. His attempt to move
away and ease her down onto the couch to sleep instead resulted in
waking her. "Huh, wha?" Kate asked, disoriented, and then suddenly
alert and struggling her shoulders out of his hands. "L-let go of
me!" Oswald did so and Kate scooted away from him. "W-what were you
doing to me?" she asked, suspicious and confused.
"Nothing. I was just trying to get up and lay you down on the
couch so you could keep sleeping," he explained.
"O-oh...ok..." she said, visibly relaxing. "Sorry...I thought
you were...doing something bad," she explained. As open as she
claimed to be to sexual activities, she still seemed to have her
guard up.
"If you're really tired, just go to bed," Oswald told her,
nodding in the direction of the bedroom. "I'm just gonna do a few
things on the computer, maybe make a late night grocery run."
"Is that where you were last night?" she asked, rubbing at her
eyes.
"Yeah," Oswald said, thinking he had gotten away unnoticed the
night before. "There were a few things I forgot to buy, so I was
gonna get them tonight."
"Oh, ok," Kate said, nodding and yawning again. "I'm gonna go
sleep," she said and got to her feet, heading for the bathroom and
closing the door. Oswald went out to his car and got the power cord.
When he came back in, Kate was just exiting from the bathroom, large
t-shirt still covering her down to just above mid-thigh, but in her
hands were the two pieces of her bikini. When she saw Oswald, she
grabbed at the bottom of the shirt and tugged it down lower to ensure
it covered her nakedness underneath.
"Sleeping light tonight?" Oswald quipped with a smirk.
"No! I'm gonna put panties on...my bikini was still a little
wet...from the shower," she added that last part a little quickly as
though she needed to clarify for Oswald just where exactly the
wetness had come from. "G-goodnight," she said, and turned, flashing
Oswald her bare butt briefly due to the pulling on the front side of
the shirt. She quickly felt that rear exposure, and switched her
hands around to the backside and tugged at it there to cover her.
She looked at Oswald over her shoulder with a sheepish grin.
"You'd better get your naked butt in the bedroom before you
turn around and I decide you're doing this on purpose," Oswald
advised her, making her giggle before she waddled into the bedroom,
carefully making sure she stayed covered up until she could get
safely behind the bedroom door to change. Oswald plugged his
computer in, and was soon idling in the chatroom while he checked his
e-mail and visited his usual websites.
It was barely a quarter after 10 when the chat program's
message sound effect rang. Oswald looked back at the bedroom quickly
to confirm his privacy, and switched to the chat window to see
miriam_rp there. It was a little earlier than he usually saw her in
the chat, but he figured that maybe Miriam had gone to bed early or
something in prep for another late night.
<miriam_rp> hello?
Oswald started to type a reply when another message came
through.
<miriam_rp> i think u talk to my momm somtimes
Oswald's fingers froze in place, his right middle finger held
down on the 'e' key causing it to repeat in a long line in the text
entry box. Either this was some kind of a joke, or it was actually
Miriam typing to him. He erased his initial greeting and responded
quickly.
<DeepInU> yeah i do
<miriam_rp> ok kewl
<miriam_rp> you guys do sex chat, rite?
<DeepInU> yeah
Oswald wondered what she must be thinking right now, finding
that her mom uses her name for cybersex roleplay.
<DeepInU> how do you know that?
<miriam_rp> thats wat this place is 4 rite?
<miriam_rp> u dick hard/? ;-P
The apple clearly didn't fall far from the tree here, but it
didn't explain how she had picked him out specifically to ask.
<DeepInU> how do you know your mom chats with me?
<miriam_rp> ur on her notify list
<miriam_rp> so when i turned the chat on it told me u were here
<miriam_rp> ur note says raper on it
<miriam_rp> that mean you do rape things with mom?
<miriam_rp> here i mean, not irl
The notify list was a feature of the software that alerted a
user to another user coming online. It allowed also for a note to be
entered about the other person, and clearly Miriam's mother made use
of it for Oswald.
<miriam_rp> u there?
<miriam_rp> why u quiet?
<miriam_rp> jerkin it? ;-)
Miriam was clearly a very fast typist.
<DeepInU> yeah, i'm here
<DeepInU> i'm just surprised to be talking to you
<miriam_rp> mom thinks she hides this but i saw one time
<miriam_rp> she rubbin puss and typing when i was supposed to
b in bed
<DeepInU> is your mom there now?
<miriam_rp> no she had adate
<miriam_rp> hope she get home soon so i can sneak out
That right there confirmed it for Oswald that this was the
real deal.
<DeepInU> you sneak out?
<miriam_rp> yeh when shes asleep
<miriam_rp> my bf picks me up and we have sexxxxx ;-)
<miriam_rp> its lots of fun
<DeepInU> i bet
<DeepInU> how old are you?
<miriam_rp> 12
<miriam_rp> almost 13 is that bad?
Twelve? He thought she was 11. He recalled that the
timestamp on the pictures had been over a year earlier than present,
and that those were of an 11-year old girl.
<DeepInU> no
<miriam_rp> you like little girls?
<miriam_rp> i guess my mom pretends to be me or something on
here
<DeepInU> yeah
<DeepInU> she sent me your pic once
If only she knew what kind of pictures they were.
<miriam_rp> omgn o way!
<miriam_rp> oh shit is it me in the shower?
<miriam_rp> omg
<DeepInU> yeah, and some of you in swimsuits
<miriam_rp> omg
<miriam_rp> i cant believe it!
<miriam_rp> how much do u see?
Oswald opened up the picture. Her mother had managed to get a
rather clear shot off before Miriam could really react to the shower
curtain being pulled back. It was a full frontal shot of the lanky
preteen, her pubic mound long and plump where her legs came together
and her breasts just little mounds that were dominated by dark
areolas and pointed little nipples. From the way her hand was rising
up, Miriam had probably grabbed at the camera only a split second
later.
<DeepInU> everything
<miriam_rp> wtf mom!
<miriam_rp> she said she deleeted it
<miriam_rp> can u see my pussy?
<DeepInU> yes
<miriam_rp> omg
<miriam_rp> serisly im freeking out
<miriam_rp> did u jack to me?
Oswald thought about lying to her, he really did, but this was
actually kind of fun seeing her reaction.
<DeepInU> yeah, i did
<miriam_rp> omgu perv
<miriam_rp> im like a little girl
Oswald laughed so loudly at that that he caught himself and
wondered if he'd woken Kate. He got up to peek in on her, and saw
her peacefully snoozing away, curled up on her side, now in a smaller
t-shirt that fit her and panties like the night before. He returned
to the computer where the results of Miriam's prolific typing speed
awaited him.
<miriam_rp> how many times did u do it?
<miriam_rp> are u jerking now?
<miriam_rp> i cant belive u saw my pussy
<miriam_rp> is there hair on it?
<miriam_rp> mom tought me to shave it
<miriam_rp> shes shaved bald
<miriam_rp> say something
<miriam_rp> omg your jerking now arent u
<miriam_rp> did u cum or something
<miriam_rp> omg u perv
<DeepInU> no
<DeepInU> im not
<miriam_rp> where were u?
<miriam_rp> do u type slow or something?
<DeepInU> sorry, i had to check on something
<miriam_rp> oh
<DeepInU> you type really fast
<miriam_rp> i know
<miriam_rp> im really good with computers
<DeepInU> so it just seems like i type slow
<miriam_rp> oh
<miriam_rp> so when u sex chat my mom u pretend shes me
<miriam_rp> and you rape her?
<DeepInU> kind of
<miriam_rp> and she likes it?
He wanted to tell her the whole plan. Tell her about the
other pictures, about the panties in the pool locker room, about the
little moments her mom would tell him about. He wanted to tell this
unsuspecting girl that her mom had planned out her rape down to where
he could easily find rope and duck tape in the house to bind and
silence her. He couldn't do that though. He couldn't destroy
whatever image, however twisted from reality, that Miriam had of her
mother. It would put the scheme to a rest, but it would also destroy
their relationship. No, the better option would be to out Miriam and
her coach to her mom. Then at least they could stay mother and
daughter and maybe have a chance at the rest of a normal life
together.
<DeepInU> she does, yeah
<miriam_rp> wow moms a perv too lol
"You have no idea," he said to the computer screen, shaking
his head. He glanced at the clock. Her mom had to be getting home
soon. He needed to try and get information out of her about her
coach before this opportunity was lost.
<DeepInU> you like sex with your bf?
<miriam_rp> yeah a lot
<miriam_rp> it feels sooooooo awesome
<miriam_rp> and he squirts so much in me
<miriam_rp> im like a total mess in my pussy
<DeepInU> he goes bare inside you?
<miriam_rp> yeah
<miriam_rp> hes fixed so i cant get preggers
That at least was a small blessing, although by saying that
she did let one thing slip.
<DeepInU> he's fixed?
<miriam_rp> yeah a vasectomy
<DeepInU> so he's not your age?
<miriam_rp> oh no yeah no hes like old
<miriam_rp> a grown up
<miriam_rp> do u think its bad? im 12
<miriam_rp> but i look older
<miriam_rp> im taller than other girls and my boobs are bigger
than they were in that pic
<DeepInU> i think if you like doing it, it's ok
<miriam_rp> kewl
<miriam_rp> his dick is like huge
<miriam_rp> my pussy is wet just thinking about it
<miriam_rp> omg i cant believe i just told u that
<miriam_rp> but it really is now
<DeepInU> how'd you meet him?
<miriam_rp> he was my basketball coach
<miriam_rp> ive known him forever
<miriam_rp> since i was like 7
<miriam_rp> hes friends with my dad
Oswald had a feeling her dad was involved in this somehow. He
wondered if the coach was involved in this rape plan. He could have
planted the panties in the locker room. Could that have been his
semen poured on Miriam in the pictures? Did he get too turned on by
the plot and started having sex with her without her mom knowing?
<DeepInU> how'd you hook up with him?
<miriam_rp> last year he stopped coaching rec league and went
private
<miriam_rp> and i really missed him because we hung out so
much b4
<miriam_rp> but we couldnt afford his lessons
<miriam_rp> so like i started going to his house
<miriam_rp> and i was like begging him
<miriam_rp> and he gets his dick out
<miriam_rp> and he tells me hell coach me if i suck it wich i
never did to it b4
Before? Had he missed something she'd said?
<DeepInU> before?
<miriam_rp> um actually thats kind of a secret
<miriam_rp> uh this is kinda bad but he did stuff to me when i
was little
<miriam_rp> not sex stuff but like touching my pussy and
jacking on me
<DeepInU> how young were you?
<miriam_rp> god i dunno 8 i guess
<miriam_rp> its really bad i know but he didnt hurt me or
anything
<miriam_rp> wed just like go to his house after games and get
naked and hed jack and squirt all over me and rub it in my pussy lips
<miriam_rp> then wed take a shower together before i went home
<miriam_rp> we would kiss on his bed too
<miriam_rp> or in his daughters bedroom
<miriam_rp> hed make me wear her panties and hed touch me
<miriam_rp> this is so weird to talk about
<miriam_rp> u wont tell my mom will u?
<miriam_rp> i feel weird
<DeepInU> i won't tell her
Oswald could only wonder if Miriam was the only one this guy
had molested as a stand in for his own daughter. He had half a mind
to call the cops on the guy.
<miriam_rp> but like when i was older and begged him to coach me
<miriam_rp> he pulled out his dick and told me to suck it
<miriam_rp> id never done that b4 but i did
<miriam_rp> and then he told me to show my pussy so i did
<miriam_rp> and he put it up like in the lips but not in the
hole
<miriam_rp> and he squirted all over in the lips and said he
was gonna put it inside me
<miriam_rp> i was scared but really excited so i let him
<miriam_rp> and thats how he started coaching me for free and
we have sex every night almost now
<miriam_rp> i also help him with coaching little girls which
is kewl
That sounded really sketchy to Oswald. He'd already groomed
Miriam to be his little sex pot, and now she was helping him with
other little girls he was coaching. He started typing a question
about if he was molesting these other girls, but it seemed that
Miriam had run out of time.
<miriam_rp> moms home
<miriam_rp> dont tell her!
<miriam_rp> bye
With that, Miriam disconnected from the chat. Oswald made a
copy of the chat log and added it to the passworded zip file where he
kept the other pictures and chat logs related to this crazy
situation. He wondered if Miriam's mother kept logs as well, and if
she did, would she find this particular one? He guessed that if she
did, it would also put an end to everything. It was truly amazing
how many landmines there were around this plan of hers, and yet she'd
managed to avoid every one of them.
He looked at the clock again. Still about an hour too early
to leave for Miriam's house, but it was really all he could think
about. He looked over at the bedroom door, and thought about Kate
sleeping in there. There was an ache in his groin that reminded him
that it had been a few days since he last masturbated, and today had
been a particularly stimulating day, only the heat had really
squashed his desire to do anything about it. He thought of Kate
earlier in the evening, masturbating on his bed and smiled. He sort
of wished he was that young again and bold enough to get himself off
in a time and place where he might have been caught. He realized
that he was in a situation now where he could do just that, and he
felt his pants get tighter with interest in that.
He got up from the computer, loosening his pants as he stepped
towards the bedroom and peered inside at Kate, who hadn't moved since
the last time he'd looked at her. She lay on her side, legs tucked
up and her backside sticking out temptingly in it's multicolored
cotton wrapped glory. Slipping his hand into his boxers, he held
himself for a moment, feeling his own size and girth. It seemed like
he was bigger than usual when he looked at Kate like this. The way
she lay, if her panties were gone he would be able to probably see
her lips peeking out from between the backs of her thighs, though
with the room being dark, he couldn't really be sure. Maybe if he
went in the room... The shaft in his hand throbbed eagerly at doing
just that. Look, but don't touch, he reminded himself, and pushed
the door open and slipped into his own bedroom.
Standing at the foot of his bed, he stroked himself slowly. A
little extra light was coming into the room now from the other side
of the bedroom door. It wasn't enough to see clearly, but it helped
in conjunction with how much closer he was to her now. The curve of
her buttocks dominated the view, still small and cute as her hips had
not yet begun to widen and hormones had not yet directed her body to
begin storing fat there. Her panties narrowed from covering the
whole of her rear end into a strip of fabric only a few inches wide
where they covered between her legs. Though the light was poor, his
eyes had adjusted to the darkness and Oswald could see just the tail
edge of a rounded shape peeking from where her legs came together.
The sensitive head of his cock rubbed harshly against his
boxers, and he knew that if he was going to do this to completion,
he'd rather not end up with a sticky mess in his boxers. He looked
at Kate's rear end again and was inspired. Hoping she was just as
sloppy tonight as she had been that morning, he went to the side of
the bed where she had shed her unwanted clothes before bed the night
before. Sure enough, her bikini lay there along with the large t-
shirt and her shorts and training bra from the day before. He picked
up the bikini bottoms, which were really no more than slightly
thicker underwear, and felt the material between his fingers. It
wasn't dry, but it wasn't really wet either, just sort of residually
holding moisture. She hadn't used the shower since she'd
masturbated, so whatever wetness she had made naturally was likely
still in the fabric. He couldn't resist the temptation and sniffed
them. They smelled faintly of urine, but strongly of sweat and a
young girl's private aroma. He mouthed an apology to the sleeping
girl and put her used bikini bottoms into his boxers and wrapped his
cock in them.
She looked so small, so much so that Oswald thought she was
crazy for wanting him to have sex with her. This and those other
moments on the couch earlier in the evening were the closest he had
come to seeing her exposed, but even if he was not looking directly
at her naked vulva, he could still tell that she may be impossibly
tight for his average sized adult member to fit inside. She moved
then, not much, just straightening her legs out a bit, but did not
wake. Oswald held his breath as she did this, and only when she had
been still for a few moments did he relax and begin to stroke again.
Unfortunately for him, her movements had taken away his view of her
panty cradled lips, as small as the view had been in the first place.
He moved to look at her front side, but it was receiving none of the
light that her bottom had been getting, and if anything the
backlighting from outside the bedroom really spoiled his vision.
What he could not see in reality, he was forced to make up
with imagination. In his mind she lay nude on his bed, on her side
curled up as she had been when he came in. Her hand was between her
legs, covering herself as he viewed her from behind. Small ring and
index fingers upon each lip and a middle finger along the valley of
her childish sex. "You'll only look, right?" she asked him,
withdrawing her hand slowly, revealing the spot where her hairless
folds came together under her. "You can watch me," she told him,
curling her middle finger and slipping it inside. "I want you to
see," she said, shuddering in a moan as the finger sunk deep between
the lips into her body. "I wish this was you, Ozzy." She gasped and
plunged her finger in and out, making it wet with her juices. "It's
ok to do it inside, I'm still too young, so it's safe."
Oswald felt his balls tighten up and pumped furiously on his
shaft. He looked at Kate's face, her mouth open slightly in peaceful
slumber, but for Oswald's imagination it was a gasp at feeling him
thrusting into her and filling her with his cum. Instead he was
depositing his genetic legacy into her dark blue bikini bottoms,
soiling and soaking the same spot that no less than 3 hours ago had
been pressed up against the post orgasmic pussy of a preteen that lay
sleeping on his bed.
He took the bikini bottoms with him to the shower, and cleaned
them, wringing the water out and hanging it on the shower curtain rod
to dry. He'd return them to her clothes pile before he went to bed
and she would never know they had been used for something she would
probably have loved to have seen. He dried off and dressed and went
to find his shoes for tonight's excursion. He noticed that his
computer was still on and the chat program was still running. There
were new messages from miriam_rp on the screen.
<miriam_rp> why hello there :)
<miriam_rp> are you there?
<miriam_rp> guess not, maybe you're making a special trip and
i should be a good girl and go to bed and hope you leave me a present
to find under my little girl's butt ;)
She was no longer online, and didn't appear to have stayed for
long. Oswald was going to make a trip though, just not where she had
wanted him to go.
He pulled up outside Coach Warren Henderson's home and waited.
About 10 minutes had passed before the garage door opened and that
sports car pulled out and drove away, heading for it's usual torrid
rendezvous. Oswald got out of his car and headed for the home's
backyard, this time on a quest to determine if there were other
people in the home. There had at least been somebody in the backyard
earlier that day, as he tripped over a tricycle that hadn't been left
right there in front of the back gate the night before. He couldn't
remember where all of the toys had been in the yard that first night,
but there were a few he did remember, and they looked to have been
moved too. Also different was the kiddie wading pool that now sat on
the grass.
Looking up at the back side of the house, he scrutinized the
windows. One of them had sort of pinkish rainbowy colored Venetian
blinds on them. Another had what looked like a small robot toy
leaning against the glass. A boy's room and a girl's room? Miriam
had said he had a daughter, right? While he pondered this, a light
went on in one of the windows, this one had a pane of frosted privacy
glass, likely a bathroom. It stayed lit as long as one would expect
a late night bladder evacuation might take, and then it turned off.
Not only had somebody been there during the day, there was somebody
else in the house now. Oswald stayed away from the sliding glass
door for a few minutes in case whomever it was came down the stairs,
but there was no indication that anybody had.
When he decided that it was clear, he stepped up to the glass
door and looked inside, straining his eyes to see if he could see any
of the pictures inside more clearly than the night before. He had no
such luck, and sighed, resigning himself to failure on that front
once again. He was wiping at the hand and forehead marks he'd left
on the glass when he heard the garage door start to move. That was
oddly early. Had Miriam not come out to meet her lover, and he was
coming home? Oswald decided it was time he got out of there, and
moved to stand by the fence gate so he could leave once the garage
door closed again.
"-you gotta stay quiet-" said a man's voice inside the garage,
and a quieter unintelligible voice answered him from within. Had he
brought Miriam back with him? Were they going to do it in the house
again with somebody else in the house? This was a damn risky thing
he was doing. Oswald crept back to the glass door and peered around
the corner. It was still dark inside when the door to the garage
opened and light from it flooded in. Oswald lay on his belly to stay
as still as he could and as low and unseen as he hoped was possible,
but if anybody were to look at the bottom corner of the sliding glass
patio door, they'd see a pair of eyes and the upper part of a head
looking in at them.
Miriam and her coach walked into view and headed for the
living room area towards the front of the house. Oswald would have
to stand up to see them better, but at least this lowered the
likelihood of him being seen. Miriam was nude from the waist down
and her bare legs and naked butt followed her adult lover to a couch
that sat perpendicular to Oswald. She sat on it, and all but
vanished from view with only the top of her head visible. It was a
good thing she was tall or Oswald couldn't have seen any part of her
at all. Coach Henderson was still standing, so Oswald could see his
upper half still. His hands were at work at his waist, appearing to
be undoing his pants. He bent over, presumably pushing them down,
and then shuffle-stepped towards Miriam's head, which began to bob
back and forth. A blowjob. They came back to a house with another
person in it for a blow job? That seemed like a damn risky move to
Oswald. Why didn't Miriam just blow him in the car? They'd even had
sex in there before, right in the driver's seat. This didn't make
any sense, and if Miriam was having her period right now, then she
probably wouldn't have sat bare assed on the man's couch.
Oswald got up slowly and could now see Miriam down to her
shoulders while she gave head. Henderson said something to her and
she stopped, pulling her mouth off and wiping at the corners of her
mouth. Had he cum already? Didn't seem like it. She was still
sitting while he stroked himself slowly. He was looking around,
gesturing at the couch, pointing, then waving his hand dismissively.
Miriam said something in response, excitedly enough that Oswald could
actually hear her say "I know!" before she was shushed by Henderson,
who pointed up in the direction of where Oswald had seen the bathroom
light go on. Miriam clapped her hands over her mouth in apology, and
then stood up, turned around, and got on her knees on the couch,
presenting herself for easy access to the coach.
The man took what she was offering, but didn't penetrate.
Instead, he just moved in closer to her, putting the tip of his dick
against her and started jerking off. Oswald realized what he was
seeing now. It was a reenactment of the first time they'd had sex,
as Miriam had told him about just over an hour earlier. Apparently
their little chat had gotten her nostalgic for the good old days, and
she had made a request for tonight's affair. Soon enough, the man's
body language indicated his orgasm and a moment later he was pushed
into Miriam and was thrusting in and out of her from behind. It
didn't last long though, as he soon withdrew from her with a drooping
dripping member.
He looked down between them, rocking back on his heels for a
moment and frowning, likely at whatever had dripped from the sex act
onto the floor. He looked around, probably for something to clean up
with, and Oswald figured a trip to the kitchen for a towel was next.
He saw Henderson pull up his pants and hold them, his wet prick still
hanging out the front, and then turn towards the kitchen and dining
area, by which the patio door sat. Oswald slipped to the side so
that he would not be seen and began trying to guess how long he would
need to remain hidden from view. Thirty seconds seemed like a good
estimate, and so he counted, and then peered cautiously back into the
house. Miriam was still on her knees on the couch, her head craned
around to watch as the man wiped between her legs with a dish towel.
He gave her a light smack on the rear and then gestured towards the
garage. Miriam pointed down at the floor and said something, to
which Henderson shook his head and pointed to the garage again.
Miriam gave a shrug and slipped off the couch, taking care where she
planted her bare feet. She took the towel from Henderson, and with
as much dignity she could muster, was escorted to the car holding a
towel between her legs. "How romantic," Oswald muttered quietly to
himself.
The car's engine started, and it pulled out of the garage
which had remained open all during tonight's tryst, but was now
closing shut. Oswald wondered how anybody could sleep in this house
with so much garage noise every night. He was about to turn away and
return to his own car when he saw movement inside the house. A
person was descending the staircase. Oswald watched, hoping they
didn't look his way, but another part of the house held their
attention. It was a female, about Miriam's height, which meant she
was either young to mid teens, or a short adult. She was dressed
lightly, a small t-shirt covering average sized breasts, and a pair
of panties. She seemed to look around cautiously, as though she were
making sure nobody was on the ground floor with her, and went to the
living room. She stood with her back to Oswald, surveying the area,
looking for something. She turned her eyes to the couch and went to
it, bending to touch the cushion and then bringing her fingers to her
nose and sniffing. 'Busted,' Oswald thought to himself as she
sniffed her fingers again, like she was trying to make sense of it.
She moved her foot and then looked down at the floor in surprise,
lifting her leg suddenly. She pulled a sock off the offending foot
and looked at it. Pussy juice on the couch was one thing, but a love
puddle on the floor was another. She squatted down, out of view, and
then stood slowly after a moment, rubbing her thumb and forefinger
together. She sighed visibly and shook her head, and then went back
up the stairs, sock on one foot, the other in her hand.
Oswald looked at his watch. As much as he wanted to see if
there would be any sort of confrontation when Henderson got home, he
still had to get some sleep for work tomorrow. Reluctantly he
returned to his car and drove home. On the drive he thought about
the awkwardness there had been between Miriam and Henderson when the
time had come for the money shot. It was almost as though they had
never done it before and had been deciding the best position to be in
on the spot. Maybe that first time had been in a bedroom instead of
on the couch, and Henderson clearly had a reason why he couldn't have
taken her upstairs to a bed. Could that mystery female have been his
daughter then? The one who's clothing and underwear he sometimes had
made Miriam wear when he molested her? Oswald wondered if Miriam was
being used as a stand-in for Henderson's daughter. A willing young
girl he could do sexual things to, without any of the stigma of
committing incest. There were also the signs of other children being
in the house, though it seemed like they might be much younger.
Maybe Henderson just had a young wife? Whomever that person was, she
seemed to know already about Miriam, or at least that Henderson was
screwing somebody clandestinely.
His head felt heavy with fatigue when he stepped inside his
apartment. Something struck him as being different about it now.
Nothing had been moved or changed since he left, but there was a
difference to it, intangible but felt all the same. He shrugged off
the sensation and went to the bathroom to empty his bladder ahead of
sleep, and also to take down Kate's drying bikini bottoms. He held
them gingerly, like they were some fragile artifact he had discovered
or some sort of priceless treasure that was worth more than all the
money he could imagine. He chuckled briefly at how he was treating
them. They were just clothing, practically underwear, and yet he
gave them a certain reverence simply because of the part of the body
they had been worn against. He gave them a quick sniff and noted
with some melancholy that they no longer held an aroma of any sort,
although considering how they had last been used perhaps that was a
good thing. He looked at the inside of them, and ran his thumb over
the lining that had been added to guard its owner's modesty. It had
been sticky and soaked with semen the last time he'd looked at it.
He wondered if Kate would wear them again tomorrow, and if he'd be
the one to play with himself behind a closed door while the other
listened in from the outside.
He tossed them onto the pile of little girl clothes on the
bedroom floor and stripped down to his boxers. Kate was more or less
smack in the middle of the bed, so Oswald was forced into a narrow
strip on the side of the bed. He thought of pushing her to one side
so that he could have at least half of it, but he was tired enough
that it took only a few moments of his head being on the pillow
before he was asleep beside a preteen girl for the 2nd night in a row.
Something pressed against him and moved. Oswald's eyes opened
slowly and he felt it again on his midsection. The contact felt
good...very good, and as his senses awoke with him, he realized why.
He was erect, not an uncommon thing for him or many other men in the
mornings. What was uncommon for him though was the little body that
had pressed its back up against his front and was rubbing, rather
specifically, against the tip of his erection. There was a little
natural light coming in through the curtained window, so it was
morning at least. He hadn't heard the alarm and he felt a little
tired still. Had it not yet gone off? Kate's body moved again, this
time up a bit, and then back and down. It felt like she was trying
to sit in his lap, only Oswald and Kate were both laying on their
sides. Regardless, the contact she was making was against the head
of his dick while ignoring the shaft. His boxers were still on at
least, but what about her? Had she shed her panties? More rubbing
and he watched in silence as she bent at her waist and made an 'L'
shape with her body, focusing her efforts on getting Oswald's anatomy
to match up with her own.
Just as he was pondering if she was trying to masturbate
herself against him or if she was attempting to cause him to cum, his
alarm clock screeched and Kate reflexively jumped, bouncing on the
bed and quickly scrambling to the other side where she rolled over to
face Oswald. She looked at him, breathlessly with wide eyes, making
him grin as he reached up to turn off the alarm. "Good morning,
little hornball," he said to her. "I gotta say, that was a much
nicer way to wake up instead of that noisy thing."
"You felt that?" she asked, her eyes dipping to look at his
waist and the stiff organ in his boxers.
"Of course I felt it. You think you wouldn't feel it if I
ground myself up against your little butt while you slept?"
"I dunno. I guess," she answered. "Were you having a sex
dream? Is that why it's hard now?"
"No. It's hard right now because you were rubbing on it."
"B-but, no, before that!" she said, flustered. "When I woke
up it was like that, s-so I got curious..."
"Oh, well. That one was probably because I need to pee soon."
That got a strange look on Kate's face.
"It gets hard when you need to pee?"
"Only in the mornings. Something about a full bladder and
nerve endings. Happens to pretty much every guy when they wake up.
Of course usually there isn't a little girl rubbing her butt on it.
Just what were you trying to do to me, anyways?"
"W-well, I just wanted to try a little, f-feeling it poke into
me," she explained, her face getting red.
"Did you succeed?" he asked her. She responded only through a
moment of eye contact and then a nod. "I hope you're satisfied then,
because I gotta go to work," he told her, and rose up. Kate rolled
onto her back and sat up. Oswald noted her nipples made little
points behind her shirt. He must have stared a little too obviously,
as Kate quickly put her arm over her chest, and tried to glare at
him, but a smile was winning that battle on her face. He flashed her
a grin and left the bedroom for the toilet and then the shower.
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."
"O-ok..." she answered him, her voice shaky. He did his best
not to turn and face her completely as he hurriedly grabbed some
clothes from his dresser. He did however get a glance at her and saw
that she was now laying face down on the bed, her face pressed into a
pillow that she was clutching with both hands.
"Sorry again. I won't come back in here," he told her, and
went to the bathroom to get dressed. While he pulled on his clothes
he wondered if she'd start touching herself again, or if she would
just give up now that the moment had been lost due to his
interruption. He ate breakfast, sitting in his usual chair that did
not face his bedroom, and didn't know that Kate had come out of the
bedroom until he heard her footfall on the linoleum of the bathroom
floor and the sound of the door closing. Apparently she was feeling
brave enough to face him after that if she was willing to come out of
the bedroom before he had left. That, or her bladder just wasn't
going to take no for an answer. The roar of the toilet flushing was
met by the tapping and splashing of the shower starting to run. They
weren't going to see each other again this morning. Oswald finished
his cereal, put his bowl in the sink, and went to the bathroom door.
"I'm leaving now," he called to her inside. "I'll be home same time
as yesterday." She didn't respond, and so he left for work.
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. The memory of seeing her hand down
her panties as she lay on his bed flashed in his mind. 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 she would
even want to talk about it. He'd certainly been caught before, so he
knew the embarrassment that came with it, although in so many ways
this was a very different situation than those he had experienced
before.
When he opened the door, his eyes went first to the couch, but
she wasn't sitting there. Instead she was sitting at his computer
desk, right beside the door, her little hand on the mouse and her
eyes wide. Oswald realized then that he had forgotten to take the
power cord with him to keep her off of it. "Sorry!" she said, and
bolted from the computer chair and jumped onto the couch, as if that
made it better.
"I thought I told you not to touch my computer," he said,
sighing and closing the front door. He turned his back to her to see
what she was up to. It was just some stupid video site, non-
pornographic.
"Sorry," she said, her voice taking that tone that tried to
get as much forgiveness out of Oswald as was possible. "I was just
bored with TV, and wanted to watch something else." Oswald checked
the browsing history which indicated that she'd only been using the
computer for the last hour or so. Next he looked at the list of the
most recently opened files. He hadn't cleared it after last night,
so the fact that Miriam's chat log and the picture of her from the
shower still showed up in the list didn't prove that Kate had seen
them. However since those files were stored inside a passworded
archive, trying to open them from the list wouldn't work anyways. He
looked over his shoulder at her, and she put the most pitiful
expression on her face. "Please don't be mad," she asked him.
She was dressed in a spaghetti strapped top without a bra that
showed her belly, and a little pleated skirt. She was crouching on
the couch, having not yet sat after her hurried departure from his
computer chair, her legs open and flashing Oswald her pastel green
panties, not the same rainbow colored camouflage patterned panties
she usually slept in. She caught him looking and quickly sat down,
both of them thinking about that morning now. Oswald couldn't help
himself and winked at her, making her blush and smile. "Yeah, well,
I guess I can let this slide," he told her. "Consider it revenge for
me disturbing you this morning."
"Oh god, don't talk about that," Kate said, putting her hands
over her face. "That was so embarrassing," she groaned. "I almost
cried."
"Sorry, it is my bedroom, though. You had to know there was a
chance I'd catch you."
"I know," she whined. "I couldn't help it...I'd never felt a
boy's thing rubbing me down there. It got me really turned on."
"Well," Oswald said, as he turned off the computer and turned
around. "I'm glad I could help you out, although I think you were
the one who was rubbing on me."
"Shut upppp..." she admonished him again for reminding her of
the details. "Can we go out tonight? I'm bored with TV."
"Go out?" Oswald asked her, wary of being seen ushering a
young girl in and out of his apartment while it was still light out,
and with it being summer, light stuck around longer.
"Yeah, like a date? Go eat dinner and see a movie?" Oswald
got the feeling she'd been thinking about this.
"I guess we could. Is there a movie in particular you want to
go see?"
"Yeah...um...it is ok if it's rated R?" she asked, with a hint
of a naughty grin sneaking onto her face. The movie she had in mind
was one of those teenage sex comedy movies that often pushed the
barriers of just what an R-rated movie could show. Oswald initially
said no, until Kate told him, as unflinchingly and as deadpan as she
could muster with her face turning bright red, "I didn't get to
finish this morning, so you owe me." True or not, he could tell it
took some courage for her to use her interrupted orgasm as a
bargaining chip, and so he acquiesced to her wish this time.
Once the matter of the movie was settled, Kate disappeared
into the bedroom with a warning to Oswald not to look. He made the
obvious joke and that earned him a sour look. She emerged shortly
thereafter in a dress, not so fancy that it would be considered
formal wear, but certainly nicer than what an average girl might wear
casually. It was a faux one shoulder dress, with a smocked waist and
a ruffle on the right shoulder, dark blue colored with a print of
scattered white, pink, and yellow flowers across it, covering down to
just below her knees. Oswald was stunned. Kate generally dressed a
little tomboyishly, so even with her shoulder length hair, she could
have been mistaken for a long haired boy if you weren't looking
closely. "H-how do I look?" she asked him, a nervous smile on her
lips.
"W-wow...I...I was just going to go like this," he answered
her, referring to his rather plain work clothes. He twirled his
finger in a downward circle at her, and she giggled nervously as she
turned for him. "I think I need to go change," he told her and
disappeared into the bedroom himself. He dug out a formal shirt and
a pair of dress slacks. It was a little over the top for a simple
"date," but he knew it would make Kate happy. He noticed that on
Kate's little pile of discarded clothes were the pastel green panties
she had flashed him inadvertently after being caught on his computer.
He scarcely had time to wonder what she had changed into when there
was a knock on the door.
"Hurry up in there. I'm hungry," Kate yelled at him.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he called back to her. He grabbed a
tie from his closet, and went out to see if she approved of his
attire.
"You look cool," she said with a rosy smile. There was
something in her eyes when she looked at him now, and her smile would
just not quit. He went into the bathroom to use the mirror while he
put on the tie, doing it wrong twice before he finally remembered how
to tie it correctly. Once he finally got it, he turned to her
standing in the door frame.
"Shall we?" he asked her.
"We shall!" she answered, and out to the car they went.
While Kate had been getting dressed, Oswald had been picking
out a restaurant and theater. The one he chose was well away from
home, one that he hoped would fully minimize the chances of another
random encounter with Wanda. It would take at least 30 minutes to
get there, a fact that didn't make Kate too happy, but she understood
the need for caution just the same. They shared with each other a
little about how they had spent their respective days while on the
drive. Oswald didn't say much about the trip to the coach's house,
other than to say he went out to eat a sandwich at lunch. For her
part, Kate chided him on his lack of good food at his place that was
ready to eat. It was true. He mostly had either frozen meats and
vegetables in his freezer, or cereal, which is what she had been
forced to eat for lunch as well as breakfast. Kate insisted that
after the movie they go grocery shopping, though based on the last
two nights of evidence, Oswald figured she'd probably be asleep on
the drive home.
"Hey," she said, after a moment of quiet contemplation of the
passing scenery. "Did I do a bad thing this morning?" Oswald was a
bit confused. Hadn't he told her that first day that it was ok if
she played with herself? He gave her a look, which quickly had her
clarifying the question. "W-when I woke you up, I mean."
"That...well, I'm ok with it. It felt nice for me, you know,
and it didn't really lead to anything serious, but...my body is my
body, you know? How would you like it if I just started touching you
all over while you were sleeping?"
"I might like it," she answered, sounding a little unsure if
that was the answer he wanted to hear, but honest nonetheless.
"Ok, fine, bad example. Look, you know me, and what I'm kind
of into, and I know you're all curious and stuff about having sex,
but what I'm really getting at here is that I didn't give you
permission to do that with me. I don't think you'd really like being
woken up by a finger going inside you if you weren't expecting it.
I'm not upset about it, but it's really something you need to ask
about first because we're not at that level together yet."
"So, what level are we at?" she asked him. He thought about
that for a moment and then smiled.
"The level where we play with ourselves and hope the other
doesn't catch us," he told her.
"You're never going to forget about that, are you?" she asked
him crossly.
"I'm going to remember it forever and ever," he said
teasingly. "Don't be so embarrassed, Kate. You were doing it on the
phone when you called me that first time."
"I know, but...you weren't watching me then, and I hung up
before I...you know," she responded.
"Well what if I hadn't said anything this morning, and just
stood there and watched you go all the way? Would that be better if
you never knew I saw the whole thing?" She considered that a moment.
"I guess...I don't think I'd like that."
"Or what if I saw you naked and you didn't know? When you
thought you couldn't be seen?"
"N-no. That's weird of me, huh? I mean, I...I kinda want to
do some stuff with you, but...there's other stuff I don't want you to
see me doing."
"It's not weird," Oswald told her. "You just want privacy
sometimes, like when I walked in on you. You were doing that in
private...on my bed, in my bedroom."
"Y-yeah," she said, with a slight giggle. "T-that was a
private thing. You weren't supposed to see."
"I had a roommate in college, and he had a girlfriend.
Sometimes he'd bring her to our room and they'd do it."
"Really? Did you watch them?" Kate asked excitedly,
interrupting Oswald.
"Hold on, I'm not done," he told her. "If I was already in
the room, then no, they wouldn't just rip off their clothes and do
it, but I knew why they were there, and I would excuse myself and
leave so they could. It wasn't really something that we ever talked
about, it was just the polite thing to do. Now, if they went to the
room to have sex, and I wasn't there, my roommate would leave
something on the doorknob, so if I came back, I would know not to
walk in on them."
"What did he leave? A note?" Kate asked.
"Well, something like that," Oswald said with a chuckle.
"Sometimes it would be a sock, or a shoe, or....well, most of the
time it was her underwear."
"No way!" Kate exclaimed. "He really took her panties away
from her?!"
"She wasn't exactly using them when he did. I'm telling you
this, because what we needed was a signal this morning that would
have told me not to go in that room."
"Like my panties on the doorknob?"
"Well, not them exactly, but just something that I would see
and kind of know not to disturb you," he clarified.
"Oh...b-but then you'll know what I'm doing."
"Kate, I already know what you're doing. The point is so I
won't see you do it or bother you while you're doing it."
"What if you peek?"
"I won't peek."
"Did you peek on your roommate?"
"We're almost at the restaurant! Just a few more miles to go,"
Oswald changed the subject rather than answer, making Kate's jaw drop
and laugh.
"You're so bad!"
"Maybe I just want to even the score, little Miss Saw-my-dick-
twice-already."
"Yep. I sure did." She sounded awfully proud of that too.
"Big and hard, and little and floppy," she giggled.
"Little?!"
"You know what I mean," she said. "Ok, maybe it wasn't
little, but...it was just...less big. Is there a word for it when
it's like that? You know, like when it's big it's called 'erect.'"
"Flaccid, but really, you can just call it soft."
"Flaccid..." she said, trying the word out. "A flaccid
dick...floppy flaccid dick...floppy soft flacc-"
"I think you've got the hang of it," Oswald told her, making
her giggle.
They arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later. It was an
old country tavern from the 1930's, which had been converted into a
mid-scale restaurant and brewpub. It was wooden and rustic, but also
modern and polished at the same time. Oswald offered Kate his arm,
and he escorted her inside. Kate insisted on ordering off the main
menu instead of the kid's menu. Her ego and her meal were bigger
than her stomach though, and nearly 2/3rds of her hamburger ended up
in a doggy bag, solving her problem of what to eat for lunch the next
day.
Next stop was the movie theater. Oswald told her to wait in
the car while he bought the tickets, since the movie's rating was
well above her age. She put up a bit of protest at first, but saw
his reasoning. Of course he couldn't hide her away when it came time
to present the ticket to the attendant at the door, but either the
kid didn't really notice Kate's obvious youth or he just didn't care,
as he took her ticket and tore off the stub like everybody else.
They took a pair of seats in the back row at Kate's insistence, which
Oswald didn't really mind too much, since it would make Kate that
much less visible to other movie goers. As it turned out, most of
the other audience members were pretty young themselves, likely
either buying through an adult the same way he had gotten Kate in
there, or finding some other way to get in.
The theater wasn't packed, so Oswald and Kate had at least 4
empty seats to either side of them. No sooner had the lights dimmed
and the previews started to run, than Kate said to him, "I need to
potty," and got up to do just that. Oswald hoped she wouldn't get
hassled getting back in, and began counting slowly to 600. If she
wasn't back by then, he was going out to see if she had been held up
by the cinema staff. He was only up to 207 when she returned and
tried to snuggle up to him as best she could with the armrest between
them.
"You could always sit on my lap," he whispered to her.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she whispered back, and lay
her head against his arm. It was only a little after 8, and yet she
was clearly tired already. He couldn't blame her. Big dinner, dark
theater, and her puppy love's hand holding her own. Just thinking
about it even made Oswald cheer her on in his heart. He was pretty
sure she had dozed off by the time the previews ended, so he gently
shook her awake when the feature began, so at least she didn't sleep
through the entire thing.
The movie was pretty much what Oswald expected it would be. A
group of horny teenagers either talking about, thinking about or
having sex, and when they weren't doing it with other people, they
were jerking off or looking at porn, or, in the case of the female
cast members, undressing. It was all very stupid, and the plot
didn't matter, but that didn't stop him from laughing at the jokes.
Kate seemed to perk up too, and Oswald found himself looking at her
often, either checking to see if she was asleep, or to see how she
reacted to the sexual content. She giggled nearly nonstop any time
the subject matter turned mature, and sometimes she'd look up at
Oswald, as if she were wondering how he was handling the content.
Their eyes would meet sometimes, and Kate would always look back to
the screen quickly, her hand squeezing his.
The climax of the movie surrounded the male and female leads
having sex with each other for the first time. Oswald felt Kate's
hand pull away, and he loosened his grip, only for Kate to tighten
hers. She wasn't taking her hand away from his, but instead she was
guiding him to reach across the armrest. He looked at her, and she
glanced up at him. Instead of quickly breaking the eye contact like
she had been doing, she maintained it for a few seconds as she drew
his hand to her lap. Oswald looked around, immediately concerned
about being seen, but with the empty seats to each side of them, the
darkness of the theater around them, and the sexual antics on the big
screen, nobody was going to see a thing. He could feel the
cylindrical shape of her thigh though the dress, and she was guiding
his hand down towards the knee where the dress stopped.
"What are you doing?" he whispered to her. She answered only
with a look and a smile as she led his fingertips under the hem of
the skirt and then took her hand away from his. She slouched a
little in her seat, and he felt her leg move towards him. He could
see her face illuminated by the glow of the big screen. She had a
grin on it, and a look that told him that she was waiting. He was,
naturally, taken aback a little at how forward she was with this
move, and he got the sinking suspicion that he now knew the answer to
his wondering about her discarded panties earlier. He was hesitating
a bit longer than she liked, as she soon reached out and took his
hand and pushed it up her leg and under the dress.
"It's ok," she whispered to him, and then turned her attention
back to the screen where, coincidentally, the female lead, being
shown from the neck up was being clumsily fingered. Oswald moved his
hand up the inside of the bare thigh he was touching and felt Kate
sit up straight in surprise and bring her legs together. He had
moved his fingers all of half an inch and she had quite the reaction.
She gave him a sheepish look and her legs relaxed open a bit. He
moved again, and felt her shift in her seat. Slowly he went, and
could feel her calf widen as he neared her hips and where she wanted
him to touch. Closer and closer he moved his hand, glancing at her
lap, seeing that he was perhaps only an inch away. She was trying
really hard not to look at him, and he could feel her leg twitching
the nearer he got.
Something soft touched the side of his leading finger, and
Kate's legs snapped shut and her hands pushed his away. He could
feel a tremble in her fingers as she held him down near her knee. "S-
sorry," she whispered, and took her hands away from him, but did not
reposition herself for him to proceed again. He took her hand and
held it as they watched the bumbling softcore sex act that concluded
the movie on the male lead's goofy orgasm face.
It was a silent walk out to the car, and an even quieter one
on the ride home, as Kate soon was asleep in her seat. The thought
crossed his mind more than once at red lights to lift her dress and
see, but he really didn't want to disturb her or upset her. Her
reaction was yet more proof that she was still not fully ready for
the activities she wanted to partake in. He wondered if she was
trying to force herself to do these things so that her comfort level
would adjust itself before she had to leave him and go back home
without doing anything. It was a quarter after 10 when he pulled
into his parking space at the apartment.
"Kate, wake up. We're home," he said, gently shaking her
shoulder.
"Nnnn, ok daddy," she murmured sleepily, rubbing at her eyes.
She looked over at Oswald and seemed to awake with a bit of a jolt.
"D-did I call you 'daddy,'" she asked shyly.
"Yeah, but that's ok. Let's go in and get to bed, ok?" She
nodded and rubbed at her eyes again before getting out of the car.
Inside the apartment Kate headed straight for the bathroom, while
Oswald turned on the computer. He heard the flush as the OS loaded
and looked to see a sleepy Kate meandering towards the bedroom.
"Good night," he said to her, getting a mumble from her that
returned the sentiment. He turned his thoughts from Kate to his
little trip at lunchtime, and loaded up the local newspaper's website
to see what might be found about Henderson's wife. It didn't take
him long to find what he was looking for. 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
turned 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 as
Henderson's lover.
There was a small ache in his temples and he rubbed at them as
he leaned back in the chair. That movie had some really loud music
at times, and he wondered if this minor headache was a result of
that. He sighed and looked at the clock. It would be another hour
before he would leave for his nightly stakeout, but he got the
feeling that doing so would only grow the ache. It would probably be
better if he just turned in early and got some extra sleep. Tomorrow
was Friday, and he suspected that Kate didn't plan to stay much past
the weekend. A check of his e-mail found that his mother had sent
him a reminder of Wanda's birthday on Sunday, and he wasn't going to
take Kate with him to that get together, although he did muse that
maybe he could get her to spend the night with him again when he
turned 30 in a few months.
He hit the power switch and went to the bathroom before
entering the bedroom. Somehow, what he saw there didn't entirely
surprise him. The dress had been dumped unceremoniously on the pile
of clothes, and Kate was laying face down on the bed, naked, except
for the socks she had worn. She literally looked like she had just
pulled the dress off and then fell over into sleep on the bed. As
with the night before, the dim light did Oswald no favors and he
couldn't really see what he wanted to see, or perhaps what Kate had
wanted him to see, assuming she had done this deliberately. He did
however pick up her dress and look to see if there was another pair
of underwear there on the pile. He looked back at the naked intruder
on his bed. The little minx had gone commando on him after all. He
had to admire her moxie though. She seemed intent on something
happening between them, and was just working her way through psyching
herself up with all these daring acts she was performing, albeit with
mixed results so far.
For a moment Oswald considered stripping and sleeping in the
nude as well, just to give her a surprise when she woke up, but he
felt like maybe that would be pushing her to do something else that
she maybe wasn't completely ready for, just like had happened at the
movie. He undressed down to his boxers, which were doing their best
to hold back his erection. There was no way he was going to be able
to sleep unless he did something about it. He fished Kate's bikini
bottoms out of her dirty clothes and stroked himself to a very quick
orgasm using almost the same fantasy as the night before. He tossed
them into the shower, where he would wash them in the morning, and
slip them back into her pile of clothes. With his lust satiated, he
lay down beside her, and slept.
Motion on the bed roused him and his eyes opened to the blurry
scene of a naked tween's backside as she got out of the opposite side
of the bed. It was a moment before he recalled the night before and
the manner in which Kate had gone to sleep. He watched quietly as
she crouched down beside the bed, hiding everything but her head and
bare shoulders, and then rose with the pastel green panties he had
seen her wearing the day before. She lifted her foot and bent to
slip them on, giving him his first glimpse from behind the back of
her thighs of the soft place between her legs that he had touched oh
so briefly at the theater. She lowered her foot, and shifted her
weight to put her other leg into the panties and the peek at her sex
was lost. Her peach of a butt was soon covered in spring green
cotton, and she dropped down once again to go through her clothes,
this time coming up with a t-shirt. Her arms raised up to put the
shirt on, and her body twisted slightly to the side, flashing Oswald
with a portion of one juvenile breast before it too was hidden from
view.
"And I thought yesterday was a great way to wake up," Oswald
commented, startling Kate, who turned to face him.
"You saw?" she asked him, embarrassed.
"Not as much as I'd like," he admitted, sitting up, "but yeah,
I saw a little just now. It was too dark when I came to bed to see
anything then."
"O-oh," she said.
"I have to ask," he said, getting out of bed and preemptively
switching off the alarm clock, which was minutes from going off, "did
you sleep naked on purpose?"
"I, uh, well...not really. I was just gonna r-rub a little
and then put panties on, but I guess I fell asleep." She held her
hands together in front of her, nervously fiddling with the hem of
her shirt. Oswald couldn't help looking at the puffy lime green
covered mound between her bare hips. His eyes tracked up her body to
her chest, where the t-shirt was just loose enough to hide her small
breasts, but not so loose that the points of her nipples were unable
to make their presence known. She didn't catch him staring, but did
excuse herself from the room. "I gotta pee," she said, and then
departed.
Oswald decided to collect his work clothes before his shower
this time, and as he rounded his bed to approach his dresser, he
caught sight of her clothes pile. A nagging reminder tugged at the
back of his brain of something he was going to do in the morning, and
he whipped his head up in slight horror when he heard the toilet
flush, and then a small delay before he heard the bathroom door open.
He turned his head to the doorway as Kate appeared there, quizzically
looking at the crumpled blue bikini briefs in her hand before looking
at Oswald, with a question on her lips. "Why were these in the
shower?" No easy lie came to him, and he felt the pressure to come
clean as Kate felt the dampness in the fabric and brought it to her
nose for a sniff.
"Kate, I--" he said, as she peered into the inside and her
mouth fell open and she looked at him.
"Did you..." she asked, looking at his waist for a moment
before looking into the defiled swimsuit again.
"I was going to wash them," he insisted. "That's why they
were in there. You weren't supposed to know."
"Was it because of last night?" she asked, still gazing in a
strange mix of awe and discomfort at the sticky male residue on her
clothing.
"Yes."
"W-were you looking at me when you did it?"
"Yes." She looked at it a moment more, and then looked at
him, and held the bottoms out to him.
"Can you go wash them now?" she asked, her face red, and her
body language just a little antsy. He took them from her and nodded.
"Yeah. I'm sorry," he said, and exited the bedroom. He had
just stepped into the bathroom when he heard the bedroom door
close...and then open, and then close again. He looked back out into
the hallway, and could not help himself when he started to smile
broadly at the pair of spring green underwear that dangled from the
door knob.
After his shower (before which he made use of Kate's bikini
one more time), he emerged from the bathroom half dressed in just the
shirt and boxers he had taken from his dresser before Kate had
returned with the incriminating evidence. The first place he looked
was at the bedroom door, which was now open and pantyless. He heard
the TV, and went out to the living room where Kate sat on the couch
in her t-shirt and a sky blue pair of panties and a bowl of cereal.
She looked at him and grinned shyly. "Just checking," he said,
making her sputter out the spoonful of cereal and milk she had just
closed her mouth around.
"S-shut up," she whined at him, and he went back into the
bedroom to get his missing clothes. There was a faint, but
undeniable scent in the bedroom, and a pang of loss formed a small
pit in his stomach when he thought that it probably wouldn't last
long once Kate went home. It struck him odd just then that he was
feeling disappointed that she would be leaving, since when she showed
up and announced her intentions to stay a few days he was against it.
He hated that he was just leaving here alone for 10 hours a day, but
he had a job and couldn't really skip it to be with her all day...or
could he.
He came out of the bedroom, and approached her on the couch.
Her eyes looked up at him, big and wondering at his sudden advance.
"When are you expected home?" he asked her.
"Um, I-I dunno. Sunday, I guess," she answered. Sunday, and
today was Friday, so... He went to the phone beside the computer and
dialed his work.
"Hi, this is Oswald," he said with a crackle in his voice,
which he had lowered. "I-" he paused momentarily to cough, "I woke
up feeling awful so," he let his voice catch, and then coughed again,
"I'm gonna stay home. Sorry." He hung up and looked over at Kate
who was staring with a bemused expression on her face. He coughed
again, clearing his throat. "Get your stuff together. We're gonna
put some truth behind that lie you told your dad."
"What do you mean?" she asked, visibly excited.
"We're going to the beach for the next two days. Then I gotta
take you home early on Sunday so I can get to my sister's place for
her birthday."
"Really?! Cooooooool!" she shouted, hopping off the couch and
running back into the bedroom. Oswald turned on his computer and
started planning the route, when Kate came out, a pair of shorts now
added to her attire. "Umm, I kinda...only packed that one swimsuit,
so, um...it's safe for me to wear it, right?" Oswald held back his
laughter.
"Yes, Kate. You won't catch my cooties...even though I think
you kind of want to."
"S-shut up..." she said, and hurried back into the bedroom to
keep packing. She soon emerged with that plump bulky backpack in
tow. Oswald printed the map of driving directions, and then went
back to pack his own bag. Two changes of clothes and swim trunks.
He went by the bathroom to grab his toothbrush, deodorant, and a few
towels where he spotted Kate's bikini bottoms drying over the shower
curtain rod. He took them down and presented her with them, almost
ceremoniously. "T-thanks," she said, blushing, and then looked
inside them, as if she needed to verify it for herself.
They got on the road just after 8am, a drive of about 2 hours
ahead of them. Kate had a few ideas on where she wanted to spend
their 2 nights together, mostly places she had been before either
with her mom and sister, or when she actually did go with a friend's
family to the beach. Oswald had planned a bit of sight-seeing as
well, so they'd only get a room at the end of the day, and then move
on to their next destination and another motel room the next night.
He also felt that the 'Uncle Ozzy' cover story might come off as a
little sketchy, so he suggested that Kate begin calling him 'Dad'
instead. She said it pretty awkwardly at first, but within 15
minutes, it came as naturally as he had heard her address her own
father that fateful day at the swim center locker room.
Kate was positively bouncing in her seat when the ocean made
its first appearance between two buildings as they descended from the
hilly coast range and drove into the small beach town. He pulled
into a parking spot for public beach access, and no sooner was the
engine off than Kate had her seatbelt unfastened and was over the
back of her seat, digging her bikini out. She sat back down in her
seat, top in one hand, bottom in the other, and glanced around. "I
need to change," she said. There was a small building near by for
just that purpose, and Kate looked at it for a moment and then turned
to Oswald. "Is it ok if I do it here?"
"In the car?" Oswald looked at her strangely. "There's a
changing area over there," he said pointing, wondering if she didn't
see it.
"I know, but...I want to do it here, dad." Although she was
lit by the daylight instead of a movie screen, Oswald saw a familiar
look on her face. She wanted to do this with him. "Please." It
wasn't a question, and Oswald nodded his consent, and Kate took off
her shirt. A pair of small pink cones jutted from her otherwise
boyish torso. It was as if a golf ball had been cut in half and were
implanted under her areolas. Each nipple seemed to grow there before
his eyes and protrude ever so slightly more than when her shirt had
been on, and were Kate not topless now, they would have been easy to
see pressing against her shirt. She sat exposed to him for a moment,
letting him look. Her expression was slightly uneasy, but she was
trying to look as natural as she could as the hand holding her bikini
top seemed to twitch with building anxiety. "I'm putting it on now,"
she announced, and in what seemed like a well choreographed movement
of arms and shoulders, her breasts were swiftly concealed under blue
lycra.
Two sets of eyes now turned down to the shorts she wore.
Oswald looked up to Kate's face and saw some brief turmoil. She'd
announced her intention to change in front of him, and had done half
the job, the easier half, some might have argued. Oswald was about
to tell her that she didn't need to, but her fingers went to work
unbuttoning the waist and unzipping the fly. She lifted her rear and
sent the shorts down her legs where they encountered her shoes and
became stuck. "Urrgh," she growled, lifting her feet up together
onto the seat so that she could reach the laces. It was a mildly
amusing sight, and Oswald couldn't help smiling at the girl squirming
around in her panties to get free of the restrictive clothes around
her ankles. He mused that it was a good thing she didn't take her
panties down along with her shorts, or her attempts to get free might
have been even more frantic and frustrating than they already were.
Off went two sneakers and a pair of shorts from Kate's socked
feet, and she looked at Oswald and glowered. "It's not funny," she
told him.
"I wasn't laughing," he responded, holding his hands up in
innocence. She hopped up onto her knees again and went over the back
of the seat.
"Just for that, you don't get to see!" she told him, grabbing
at a towel that was just out of her reach. Oswald looked at her
waggling sky blue cotton coated butt that was at eye level with him.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, and before Kate could respond, he reached
over and yanked her panties down off the hip nearest to him, baring
one of her cheeks and about a quarter of the other one. Kate
shrieked in surprise.
"Ahhh! What are you doing?!" She nearly tumbled over
sideways as she tugged her panties back up in a rush.
"I was getting to see, although it wasn't as good as this
morning," he answered her calmly. Kate sighed in annoyance, and then
resumed her struggle to reach the towel, just as vulnerable as she
had been moments before. Oswald took the opportunity once again.
"Ohmygosh stop!" Kate squealed, a noise sounding almost like a
laugh exiting her mouth as well. She re-covered her buttock with a
single hand, and as soon as she had done that, Oswald struck again.
"Stop it, no!" she protested, yelping when Oswald gave her
exposed rear a light smack. She gave up the fight and turned to face
Oswald, her underwear pulled down under her hipbone on the one side,
showing nothing indecent, but entirely tantalizing. "Fine, you win,"
she declared, and with a grin sent her panties down her thighs. Only
a few whisps of brown were to be found on the smooth mound that
Oswald's male eyes were drawn to. The halves of her vulva were
nicely proportioned to match that upper feature of her sex, rounding
nicely as the divide continued between her legs. She had little
extra baby fat still on her down there, and the hood of her clitoris,
which Oswald rarely ever saw in pictures of girls Kate's age, peeked
out from the top of the cleft.
In all the view she gave him lasted no longer than the look
she had given him of her breasts, but it felt half as long. She sat
back down in her seat and slipped her panties off, and then slipped
her bikini briefs on, tugging it snug against herself. "Satisfied?"
she asked Oswald, her courage and adrenaline making her sound that
much more bold and confident in front of him now.
"For now," he said, a little stunned by what she'd done. "You
know, I was going to stop after that third time, and let you get the
towel," he told her, not lying.
"...you're awful," she told him, sticking out her tongue.
"You owe me," she said, her eyes glancing down at his lap for a half
second before getting out of the car, ready for the sand.
"Yes...yes, I do," Oswald said to himself, and then got out to
join her. The sky was clear, but for a few clouds that were lazily
making their way on shore. The temperature of the air was definitely
crisp, but when the ocean breeze wasn't upon you the warmth of the
sun dominated your skin. Oswald watched Kate run off across the
pavement of the parking lot for the tan expanse of sand. If he
hadn't just been treated to a full frontal view, he would have
thought the sight of her ass in those bikini bottoms were the
greatest part of her as it shifted in her strides. While the coast
air retained some coolness in it, the way Kate started yelping and
hopping about when she hit the sand indicated where the sun had
really made it's presence felt.
Slipping on his sandals, Oswald leisurely made his way after
the preteen, who was now taking great leaping steps to reach the
cooler water-soaked dark sand by the sea. There were a few other
people around, families, parents and children, even a few girls near
Kate's age that ordinarily would have drawn Oswald's eye. It wasn't
that they weren't attractive and sexy in that purely innocent and
uncorrupted way that most little girls were, but Oswald just didn't
feel interested in them. "Dad! Hey, dad!" called Kate from where
she stood in ankle deep water, waving at him with a grin on her face.
He waved back at her, and she skipped on down the shore, cute ass
wiggling all the way.
She never ran too far from him, and when Oswald caught up,
Kate was crouched down watching a small hermit crab scuttle along.
She would waddle along after it for a few steps, then watch quietly
as it continued along, then waddle forward again when it had gotten
too far away. Oswald just walked slowly along side her, and she
would look up at him and grin on occasion. It was a shy grin, but
happy, and when he felt her eyes meet his, she'd look back to the
crab again. As they went along the waves would break near by and the
thinnest sheen of water would wash over the little crustacean and the
toes of its human stalker.
While the little crab was at home on the beach and could walk
in saturated sand with ease, Kate was not so skilled, and following
another soaking in sea water, her heels sunk into the sand, and she
fell backwards onto her hind end with a squeal. Oswald couldn't hold
back and laughed at her, and though she shot him an annoyed look, she
was soon giggling along with him, even when he started calling her
"crab butt," which became her nickname for the day.
They scrambled about on some rocks, looking at the myriad of
life present in the little tide pools there. Although Oswald's
sandals gave him some grip on the slippery rocks, Kate's bare feet
did not, so she often got down on all fours and would crawl across
them, granting Oswald a nice view of her damp sandy underside. It
very nearly became a damp sandy aching underside when, in a moment of
surefootedness, Kate stepped on some seaweed and her foot slipped out
under her. Oswald was right there to catch her though, and in the
process touched her chest.
"Are you ok?" he asked her, concern more for Kate than where
his hand was.
"Y-yeah...you're, uh, you're touching my boob." He hand shot
off of her top like it had been on fire.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to."
"I know. Thanks for catching me." If anybody had been there
with them, their body language would have completely belied the
father/daughter cover story. A gurgle from Kate's stomach made her
grin, and Oswald check his watch.
"Wanna get some lunch?"
"Yeah." On the way back to the car, Kate found a matching
pair of shells, each about the size of a silver dollar. She held
them up to her chest. "Do I look like a mermaid?" she asked Oswald.
He made a point of looking at her pelvis before replying.
"No, thank god." It took a moment for what he was implying to
register, but it made Kate giggle as she smacked him on the arm.
"Is that all you think about?"
"No, but a certain little mermaid wannabe decided to give me a
look at her clam earlier."
"Ewww! Gross! Don't call it a clam!"
"What should I call it then?" The way her face turned red was
adorable. She cupped her hands around her mouth and Oswald dipped
his head for her to whisper.
"Call it my pussy," she giggled madly into his ear. Oswald
was honestly kind of shocked. He couldn't recall her ever saying
that word to him, and it was exciting in general to hear it spoken by
a young girl. He cupped his hands around his mouth, and Kate leaned
in to hear his response.
"So does that mean you don't have a 'clam pussy' to go along
with your 'crab butt' and 'shell boobs'?"
"Oh my god, gross!" she squealed, hitting his arm. Her eyes
dipped for a moment, and Oswald had a pretty good idea of where she
was looking before she looked back up at him, the gleam in her eyes
telling him that she saw what she expected. "You've totally got a
boner, don't you?"
"That's not something you should be saying to your dad, my
dear," he chided her, as they drew closer to other people who might
hear this very non-familial conversation. Kate glanced ahead.
"Yeah, well, my dad shouldn't get a," switching to a whisper,
"boner," back to normal, "thinking about his daughter's," whispering,
"pussy." The double-S's came out of her mouth in a hiss, and it was
clear that she liked saying it to him.
They walked past the pair of families who were laying out a
blanket in silence. Oswald saw both the father (or an older male
anyways) and the teenage son (or a teenaged boy at least) both turn
their heads as Kate approached. He fell behind her a step and kind
of enjoyed seeing them track her passing in unison, the adult just a
little more subtle than the teen. When they had passed them, Oswald
leaned in and told her what he had seen. She glanced over her
shoulder at them, and grinned, before wrapping her arms around his
and continued to walk to the car that way, hugging his arm against
her chest.
Back at the car, she got dressed, this time under the blanket,
due to the increased crowd in the lot. They found a diner in town
and Oswald had the pleasure of watching Kate wolf down a club
sandwich and an ice cream sundae for lunch. "How can you eat so
much?" he asked her. "You'll get fat."
"I'm a growing girl," she responded indignantly, licking the
spoon.
"Yes, I saw." Kate blushed.
"Well you wanted to see, you pervert." She whispered the last
word, glancing around at the other diners. "You kept pulling them
down."
"I told you I was going to stop after the third time. You
showed me what you wanted all on your own."
"W-whatever," she protested meekly, squirming in her seat.
"You're just saying that now...after you saw it."
"I just saw half a crab butt. You volunteered the whole clam."
"Stop it..." She sounded hurt by the accusation, but a shy
smile was on her lips even as she argued. Even still, Oswald decided
he should let it go. There was no sense in teasing her about this in
such a public place.
"Are you all done? We should get a move on and see those
ocean caves before it gets dark." Kate responded by inhaling the
last 3 spoonfuls of ice cream and a nod.
They hit the road just after 1 p.m., a 45 minute drive ahead
of them. Kate had always wanted to visit the caves on the coast
since she heard of them, and talked Oswald's ear off about the
various things she'd heard about them and the plethora of sea life
that regularly made the caves their home. Oswald had been there
once, decades ago, and though he remembered it fondly, he was pretty
sure he'd see it now as a tourist trap. Three hours and $75 later
(entrance fees, gift shop purchases, and an oh so conveniently
located gas station with rather high prices), they got back in the
car, Kate clutching a cat sized plush sea lion to her chest.
Their destination for the evening was a small ocean town about
20 miles away, and just 5 miles into this leg of the trip, Kate
started to squirm in her seat. Oswald barely noticed at first, but a
stretch of bumpy road had Kate putting her hands between her legs in
that tell-tale sign that she was holding something back. "Can you
hold it?" he asked her, causing her to look up in surprise.
"I-I think so," she said. Two minutes and another pothole
later, her eyes shot open in horror. "P-pull over!" she squealed. A
faint but familiar odor hit Oswald's nose, and he wasted no time
following instructions. Truthfully it wasn't that bad, for the car
seat, that is. Kate's pride was another matter. She changed into
her bikini bottoms on the side of the road, and Oswald laid a towel
over the spot on the seat. When she turned around from changing and
saw the towel there, she burst into tears. Oswald offered her his
hand, and she took his whole shoulder, burying her face in it and
apologizing through the tears. 'Shrimp Bladder' popped into Oswald's
mind, but he kept his mouth shut.
The sun was dipping lower and lower to the sea when they got
into town and found lodging for the night. Kate wanted to just stay
and sulk in the car, but Oswald thought it better that they be seen
by the office staff up front as a parent and child. She did her duty
and whined like the moody almost-teenager that she was in front of
the kind lady who checked them in. As soon as they were in the door,
Kate went into the bathroom and took a shower. Oswald thought he
heard a little more crying, but let her have her first opportunity at
privacy all day.
She came out wrapped in a towel, clothes, including her
stained shorts and panties which she had taken with her to wash, in a
little bundle in her hands. She looked at the layout of the room for
a moment and then went to her backpack that Oswald had placed on the
twin bed that sat next to his own in the small room. Oswald just
watched her from his bed without offering any comment, and once she
had selected something new to wear from her backpack, she dropped the
towel. The only acknowledgement she made of this second bout of
exhibitionism was a momentary glance at Oswald, just to see that he
was looking, and then she got dressed.
"Kate-"
"Don't want to talk about it," she answered briskly, pulling
on a tank top over her braless chest.
"That's not..." he trailed off as she looked up at him and
lifted her leg, far higher than was necessary, and slipped a pair of
panties over a foot. She smirked and then swiftly put the other foot
in and tugged them up to cover herself. "That's not what I was going
to say," he continued. "I wanted to talk about your recent nudist
streak."
"You like to see it, don't you?" she asked, pulling on some
loose shorts.
"Of course I do, but-"
"Then I'll let you look," she concluded.
"Kate, last night you freaked out when I touched you."
"I, uh...I wasn't ready for touching. Just showing."
"And when I walked in on you?"
"You surprised me! I was doing something private!"
"Kate, you don't have to push yourself just for my benefit or
whatever. You're better than that. Better than a pervert like me
deserves to see."
"Why do you keep saying that stuff?" she asked him, coming
around the bed to side on the side of it nearest to Oswald. "Why do
you keep telling me that we shouldn't do things or that I'm doing
something that I'll change my mind about, and then look at me like a
pervert and get your dick all hard and jerk off in my bikini thinking
about my pussy? You're so confusing. I touch myself thinking about
you too, you know. I think about you getting your dick out and
pushing it inside me and squirting all your sperm stuff in there. I
think about it a lot, and I want to do it with you."
"Kate-"
"NO! I like you! I really like you like that a lot. Even
when you say or do things that get me a little sad or annoyed, I
still want to be with you. I decided to lie to my dad and be with
you this week because I like you. You told me all that stuff about
'being sure' and 'doing it for the right reasons.' What if I've
decided I was sure? What if I know that I would never regret doing
it with you? I get this funny feeling inside every time I look at
you or you look at me, and when I can't see you, I'm thinking of you.
Not just of your dick getting hard, but of that nice guy who came and
asked me if I was ok in the pool. The guy who showed up to play with
me in the park and didn't try to do pervert stuff to me. You didn't
make me go home when I showed up at your apartment like I thought you
would. You didn't lie to me when I asked you about that girl or when
I asked you if you wanted to have sex with me. You're so nice to me.
I would never be sad with you. I would never hate that you put it
inside me first. I want you to do it. I want you." Her expression
was dead serious. Not at all joking or half-hearted as she had been
before when she had stated her desire to have sex.
"Okay."
"R-really?" she asked, sounding like she couldn't believe it.
"Y-you'll do it with me?"
"Yes, Kate. I'll have sex with you."
"N-now?" She stood slowly, hands going to her waist, ready to
push down her shorts.
"Do you want to do it now?" She bit her lip and paused,
thinking about that.
"W-well, n-no, not right now, I guess," she concluded. "But
like, tonight?"
"Yes, tonight, when you want to." Oswald had to smile. For
all her determination and desire, she was still young and nervous
It really didn't feel right to him to just rush into it either.
These were personal boundaries that needed a little time to open up
completely. "C'mere," he said, holding out his hand to her. Kate
took it. He drew her closer and she sat on the edge of his bed.
"I-I'm not ready yet," she said nervously.
"I know, but we do need to start somewhere else first," Oswald
said, and placed his hand on her cheek. Her face was so warm, and at
his touch he felt her tense up momentarily and then she seemed to
rest against his hand, understanding as he brought her face close to
his. She squeezed her eyes closed and puckered up her mouth
cartoonishly, making Oswald fight back a laugh. "Kate, don't force
it," he told her. She opened her eyes and relaxed her lips as she
gave him a puzzled look, and that was when he brought his lips to
hers.
As far as kisses go, it was chaste, nothing too wild or
invasive or intimidating for the young girl. She sat rigid,
motionless for a moment, and then just melted against him, moving
closer from what had been a rather defensive posture. Oswald had
intended it to just be a simple kiss, touching lips gently, but
Kate's inexperience showed, and she pressed harder against him,
prompting him to put his hand on her shoulder and gently push her
back. She gasped, having forgotten to breathe for a moment, and then
smiled sheepishly.
"I-I know, 'don't force it,'" she repeated to him, and then
asked, "Was it ok?"
"Yes, Kate, it was ok. And whatever you might be worried
about, it will only get better. Was that your first?" She nodded,
blushing. "See, it's a good place to start, and not scary at all."
"I wasn't scared!" she protested, before her expression
softened and betrayed her words. "I-I just wasn't ready to...to do
the thing so quickly." Her stomach made a noise and her eyes grew
big, and Oswald's stomach gurgled seemingly in response and she fell
against him laughing.
"I think there's something else we're both ready for, isn't
there?" Oswald asked her.
"Yeah," she said, resting her head on his chest. She looked
up at him, lifting her chin. "But first...can we...?" Oswald nodded
and she rose up and kissed him. "Thanks," she said.
"For?"
"For not being a bad guy," she answered.
"In that case," Oswald said with a grin, "you might want to
move your hand so I can stay that way." Kate looked down her arm at
her hand that was being used to support herself. It was planted
right on Oswald's pants, and a firm pulsing warm object was under it.
"O-oh gosh!" Kate giggled and pulled her hand back. "I-I
didn't mean to!"
"Yeah, I know, but you've already hit second base just moments
after getting to first. You sure move fast for a crab butt."
"Shut up," she said, getting off the bed and Oswald. "Let's
go eat, 'Dad.'"
They found a mom-and-pop run Chinese food place just down the
road from their motel. It was a little greasy, but overall better
than a lot of the chain-owned places that Oswald usually went to.
Kate had a sparkle to her eyes that he could only remember her having
once before, and that was the day that they had spent together at the
playground. She had something else too, which Oswald felt was
drawing the eyes of every red-blooded male near her.
"You're showing," he said in a whisper, leaning forward. Kate
looked at him with a mouth full of fried shrimp not really
understanding. It was only when he indicated downward with his eyes
that she looked as well and saw the pea-sized bumps sticking out on
the front of her tanktop.
"You're looking, 'Dad,'" she whispered back with a giggle.
Oswald saw her glance about, her grin getting just a little bigger
every time she spotted another guy looking her way. He noticed her
squirm in her seat a bit and then she looked back to him. He didn't
need to ask; her face told him why.
As eager as Kate was to get back to the room, Oswald suggested
that they take a walk on the beach first, so as to aid digestion.
Though she was eager to just go back to the room and commence with
the main event, she relented when Oswald pointed out just how much
she had eaten. "I guess I gotta make room for something else in
there, don't I?" she said suggestively, patting her half-exposed
belly. Oswald quietly hoped she wasn't implying that he was going to
knock her up.
It was dark out on the beach, aside from the dozen or so
campfires that were hissing and spitting up and down the shore. It
was one thing Oswald always loved when he was younger, the smell of
burnt driftwood and the sound of laughter in a yellow and orange
glow. A long mournful sound echoed from far off shore, a ship
somewhere among those distant lights on the horizon blowing its horn.
Thin clouds drifted in lazily causing the millions of stars, far more
than could be seen from the light pollution of the suburbs, to wink
down at the two of them.
Kate insisted on holding Oswald's hand as they strolled,
interlacing her small fingers with his as best she could given their
differing hand sizes. She stuck close to him when they were alone,
but when others drew near enough to see them in the darkness, she
stepped away to a distance more suited to an adoring daughter and her
father. Any time they passed another couple who appeared to be
similarly affectionate, Kate would wait until they passed by and then
giggle and squeeze Oswald's hand before quietly saying, "They're
gonna do it too, I bet."
They came upon an abandoned campfire, which was still burning
brightly. "So, irresponsible," Oswald muttered, and set to look for
some way to put it out.
"Can we sit down for a bit?" Kate asked. "Before you put it
out."
"Sure. You feeling ok?"
"Yeah, just want to rest a bit," she said, and took a seat on
the sand. "Wish we had some marshmallows," she mused. "I went
camping with my mom and sister a few years ago. We roasted
marshmallows over the fire."
"Sounds like fun," Oswald commented, sitting down beside her.
"Yeah," she said, leaning against him and yawning.
"Don't get too sleepy," he warned her. "You might wake up
tomorrow and find out I had my way with you in your sleep."
"You wouldn't do that," she replied.
"I wouldn't? How can you be sure?"
"Because. You love me too much." She turned her face up to
look at him, orange flames flickering in her eyes. Oswald remembered
dismissing that very notion after Clarissa had left his apartment.
Kate was too young, just a little girl, and he was an adult, a grown
man. He couldn't love her...could he?
"I do?" he responded to her. "How do you know?"
"You told me. You said that sex didn't come before love, and
that's why you didn't do it with me before, but now...y-you said we
could do it tonight, s-so..." Worry creeped into her voice. "Am I
wrong?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper. She didn't look
away from him. Her face looking like it could burst into an
expression of joy or pain depending on what he said next.
"I..." he said, intending to answer her, but no clear answer
came to his lips. She had him there, backed into a corner with his
own words and promises. In truth he'd forgotten having said that to
her on that second day that she'd forced her way into his life, but
that didn't mean he still didn't believe it himself. That she loved
him, he accepted, and couldn't argue, and so he accepted her intent
for him to make love to her. Was that all it had taken for him to
say 'yes' to her then? The power of her love had compelled him to
agree to break the law for her?
"Kate, I..." There was moisture in her eyes that glistened in
the light of the flames, and her lip looked like it was starting to
quiver. 'If I had a cock, I'd want to fuck a little girl too. It's
better than breaking her heart,' echoed Clarissa's parting words in
his head, but he hadn't been thinking that either when he'd agreed.
No, if anything, agreeing with Kate had just felt right. So much of
this last week's situation felt so weird and crazy, but that, it felt
right. Kate sleeping in his bed felt right. Kate grinning at him
like a goofball after falling on her butt on the beach felt right.
Kate looking adoringly at him in all those little moments during
their date night felt right. It all felt right to him, more so than
any single moment with Clarissa had.
"Y-you what?" asked the quavering voice of a little girl who
thought the world of him. A drop of water rolled down her cheek and
its presence struck Oswald like a dagger in his heart. That tear
didn't feel right, and the trail it left down her face was something
that he hated to look at. He brought his hand to her cheek and wiped
it from her face. The feel of her skin against his hand felt right.
It felt good, warm and soft. Her lips still quivered slightly, and
that didn't feel right to him either. He moved his thumb to her
mouth, touching it, feeling the softness of her lips, putting a stop
to the look of them about to turn sour. She was so cute when she
smiled. Her smiles felt right. A stroke along her lips, and he felt
them purse slightly into a pucker. That almost felt right, but not
when it was against his finger. So he made it feel right.
The full weight of her head rested in his palm, her cheek
nuzzled there as he drew back. She had closed her eyes when the
sensation of his lips met with hers, and they remained closed as he
viewed her face in the flickering light again. They fluttered open,
like she was waking from the most peaceful sleep, and the look of
wonder and need in them, that felt so right that everything else in
the world by comparison felt wrong. "I never want you to think you
might be wrong about me again," he answered her at last. On their
walk back to the hotel, she remained close to him, and if anybody
could see her face in the late twilight, they would see the
expression of a young girl looking up at the man who loved her, with
little doubt as to if they were going to 'do it.'
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***This marks the end of current progress on theoffer, as of 25
February 2014.***
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