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 The Walk Home by White Wolff

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   The day was far from usual for various reasons.  The weather, for one,
was sunny and warm and looked like staying that way.  Another was that I
was walking rather than driving, an event that doesn't happen anywhere near
often enough.  The best reason was that I'd just signed a deal that had
earned me more than all of last year's deals combined.

   Why was I walking?  The weather was part of the reason but it was mainly
because Steve Maclaine, the man whose great decision it was to offer me the
contract was a well-known 'Greenie'.  He hated cars and all the pollution
they kicked out and when I casually mentioned that I'd walked to our first
meeting his eyes brightened and that little edge might have been the bit
that swung the deal my way.  I had also of course put in a powerful bid but
every little helps,

   I was, therefore, feeling quite smug as I approached the local school,
whistling tunelessly one of those, irritating ditties that you can't get
out of your head.

   'Aren't you speaking then?'

   I turned to look at who had spoken.  I could only see a couple of
schoolgirls close enough.  They were standing looking at me, one frowning,
the other smiling brightly.  There was no instant recognition on my part,
but the smiling girl had a vaguely familiar look about her.  She stood; her
smile still radiant, framed by her sun bleached blonde hair, waiting for my
old brain cells to start working.  Then click!

   'Emma?' I asked tentatively.

   'Who else?' She replied confirming my suspicions.

   I looked over this young woman, who I now knew to be all of thirteen and
liked what I saw.  She was going to be a stunner when she grew up and very
nearly had done that already.  Of course I'd guessed as much when I used to
go out with her mother five years previously.  Had I not known her true age
I would have thought her to be about sixteen with her already large breasts
and well-developed figure.  Some poor lad, correction, make that lads, were
going to be in serious trouble around 'My little Em', which even after five
years I instinctively thought of her as.

   'Well you've certainly grown young lady, and made a bloody good job of
it too.' I told her before adding, 'as I told you you would.'

   Her smile, which even as a youngster was a killer, broadened.

   'Do you think so?' she asked fishing for compliments as ever.

   I shook my head.  'No!  I don't think so, I know so.'

   I held my arms out as I always used to and as before she jumped into
them for her cuddle.  Immediately I regreted my automatic response as my
body told me that this was a woman's body in my arms not the child's one
I'd last hugged half a decade ago.  I still towered above her so I kissed
her head and pushed her away.

   'So how are you then Em?  And your mum?' I enquired.

   'We're fine.' Emma responded, seemingly unaware that I had pushed her
away so quickly.  'Mum's still with Phil and I suppose I'm used to him
now.'

   Phil, I knew was the man who'd taken my place with Tracey, Emma's mum,
when we'd finished.  We'd both agreed that our year together had been good,
but that extra special spark had never been there and so we'd parted good
friends, always with the intention of still seeing each other platonically.
Phil had been hovering in the wings, and had, in fact, been the catalyst in
our break-up; but apparently had a bit of a jealous streak so stopped
Tracey seeing me.  She'd told me that she'd reluctantly agreed, hoping to
give their new relationship every chance to bloom.  Emma, I learnt did not
take to Phil, mainly I think (conceitedly perhaps) because he was taking my
place rather than anything inherently wrong with Phil.

   For the next few minutes Emma was a whirlwind of questions and
anecdotes.

   I noticed her friend fidgeting, clearly bored with the proceedings, so I
asked Emma to introduce us, simply to bring the other youngster into the
conversation.

   'Oh!  Sorry Wolff.  This is Emma too.' She said.

   'Emma TWO?' I asked.  'Does that make you Emma ONE?' I deliberately
misunderstood her.

   'No silly.' She said with a giggle that betrayed her true age.  'I mean
her name is Emma as well.'

   The other Emma, knew immediately that my question was baited, looked at
me and shook her head as if embarrassed by her friend being taken in by my
words.  My Emma then saw the look on her friend and finally cottoned on.

   'Oh you!  You haven't changed if I have.' She laughed and once again ran
into my arms.  'I've missed you, you know.' She added seriously.  Suddenly
this was 'My little Em' back in my arms and the thought of her grown up
body vanished, I just hugged her.

   'What's this?' I heard a still familiar voice enquire.

   I turned to see Tracey standing by her car.  As she recognised me her
puzzled look evaporated.

   'Wolff!  I might have known.  She doesn't usually hug strange men.  How
are you?'

   We then spent a good ten minutes just renewing old memories.  One of the
reasons we had not split earlier was because we did really get on as
friends and could, and often did, talk about anything and everything, then
anybody and everybody after that.

   A couple of times I heard giggles and looked around to see the two Emmas
locked in conspiratal conversation.

   Eventually, when a natural pause in our reminiscing occurred, Emma asked
her mother if they could go as she had homework to do.  Tracey and I looked
at her, then at each other before both saying simultaneously.  'I bet!'

   We all, including Emma Two, burst out laughing, but agreed that we
should part, promising to, this time, keep in touch.

   I waved them away with Emma Two, as I had started to think of her, at my
side.

   'You still waiting for your lift?' I asked politely.

   A nasty laugh was the initial response, followed by an explanation. 
'You must be joking.  My parents don't give a damn whether I even go to
school.  I'm sure they'd both prefer it if I wasn't around at all.'

   'You walk then?' I asked, stating the obvious to try and change the
story.  'Which way?'

   She told me where she lived, which turned out to be about half a mile
past my own house.  I mentioned this and we both started walking together.
Emma was in no mood to give up on what I recognised as a pet gripe.

   'I mean, if they cared, then they might try to be home occasionally when
I'm there.'

   I wondered if her parents were as bad as she made out, or did they just
need to work long hours to meet the bills.  The latter was by no means
unusual in this area of traditionally low paid work.  It turned out to be a
bit of both.  Her mother worked hard to keep the family fed; in fact had
two jobs, the second as cleaner started before school finished and didn't
finish until gone nine o'clock each night.  Her father worked behind a bar
every evening managing to drink more than most of his customers.  He was
not a nasty drunk but was a thoughtless one.  Her mother was very
protective of him.  Emma, then, was one of the latchkey kids I'd read about
so often, those thought by many to be the next generation of criminals. 
From what Emma told me, I didn't think that this was true in her case, but
who knew what the future held.

   Trying to cheer her up a little (me too!) I asked what the two girls had
been giggling about whilst Tracey and me had been talking.  Emma went all
shy and I saw her face redden.  She was obviously too embarrassed to say
anything and after a long stare I was about to give that up as a topic when
she answered.

   'You!'

   'Me?' I asked, although thinking back it was not surprising as they'd
both whisper then look at me before a giggle then another whisper.

   'What about me?' I pushed.

   The answer was along time coming but when it did it knocked the wind out
of me.

   'Emma was telling me that when you used to stay at her house.' She began
nervously.  'That she would sneak into your bed.'

   I recalled that too.  Tracey and me always had the bed to ourselves when
we went to sleep but Emma was nearly always there when we woke up.  I
smiled at the recollection, it had seemed like family bliss at the time and
I suppose it had lost little of its appeal over the years.  I was about to
ask why this brought about any giggling when Emma continued.

   'She says she used to look at your...willy.' I could hear embarrassment
in her voice and as I looked at her, once more she blushed.

   I could now see what caused the giggles and laughed in turn.

   'Such a small thing to set you girls giggling.' I said with tongue in
cheek.

   'Emma said it was quite big...' Emma started before realising my
deliberate double entendre.  She then tried to dig herself out of the hole,
something that wise people never do.  'Oh!  Is it big then?'

   I laughed again.  'It depends who is measuring it I suppose and what you
class as big.' I knew that I was only just above average, but I suppose to
an eight-year-old my earlier morning erection was big, although I found it
interesting that Emma not only remembered it but well enough to talk to her
friend about it.

   Emma Two looked straight ahead and we walked in silence for a while when
she stepped in front of me and then turned to face me.  I had no choice but
to stop as well.

   'What if I measured it?' she asked, very seriously.

   That was a question my light-hearted banter had not expected.  I had no
problem talking about adult things to kids but this was now a bit too
personal.  Against my better judgement I found that I was assessing this
Emma as I had the other earlier.

   She was not as well endowed as the other girl; she was shorter, probably
just over five feet tall and quite slender.  Her most noticeable feature
was her long mane of red hair.  It was obviously her natural colour
although she did not have the heavily freckled pale face that often
accompanied this hue.  She was carrying her school jacket so I could see
that although she had breasts they appeared quite small.  Her legs seemed
to be the only fully developed part as they were very shapely indeed.  She
was not what I usually sought in a woman although there was certainly
nothing objectionable about her.

   Aware of my appraisal she asked directly.  'Like what you see?'

   I answered honestly.  'Yes I do.  In a few years you will be quite
something.' I hoped my praise would boost her ego somewhat and get her mind
away from my private parts.

   I saw dejection appear immediately.  'In a few years!' she repeated
angrily, 'what about now?  I saw the way you looked at Em.  I bet you
didn't think "in a few years' about her.  Did you?' she looked at me
demanding I answer.

   Feeling guilty about my initial thoughts when I saw her I decided to
lie. 'I looked at Emma because she has grown.  Don't forget she was only
eight last time I saw her.  I think of her as a daughter almost and nothing
else.'

   Again a bout of silence followed, in fact she still hadn't spoken by the
time we reached my house.

   'Well!' I said to her, 'this is where I live.'

   Emma still looked sullen and I was beginning to feel glad that I was
home; I had had enough of being embarrassed and teenage moods.  I did feel
sorry for her as I had vague recollection of her father, who, in my
opinion, was a complete arsehole.  I was therefore quite unprepared for her
next question.

   'Can I come in?'

   The look I gave her obviously carried the question that was in my mind.

   'I've nowt else to do.  No one in at home and no friends about.' Then
when I hesitated, she decided to answer for me.  'Doesn't matter!  No
reason why you should be any different.'

   Before I could rationalise my motives and totally opposed to my thoughts
a moment before I capitulated and invited her in.

   As soon as I was through the door I was hit by forty pounds of canine
excitement.  My hands were automatically positioned to guard my precious
manhood, that being the exact height of my dog's nose.  I pushed her
further into the hall and had just about calmed her down when she spotted
Emma.  Judy is a very affectionate animal but also quite boisterous and can
often scare strangers.  Where Emma was concerned I need not have worried
though.  She immediately stooped and was giving Judy the love and fuss she
craves.  As I smiled I noticed that Emma's expression and demeanour had
changed dramatically, gone was the morose teenager and in her place a
grinning, happy young girl.  I suddenly had a real insight to this
youngster, when she was given love and attention, even from a pet, she
blossomed.

   I also noticed that her school skirt had risen halfway up her thighs and
was displaying her cute legs to perfection.  I was also annoyed with myself
for looking down her white blouse as she leaned forward.  I couldn't see
much other than the top of a lacy white bra, but I still was ogling this
schoolgirl.  I even felt a stirring in my trousers so decided to retreat to
the kitchen and put the kettle on.

   A minute or two later and Emma followed me in.

   'She's gorgeous.' She said of her new friend.  'What's her name?'

   'Judy.' I answered, 'and yes she is gorgeous and doesn't she just know
it.' I added proudly.  'She also needs to go outside.' I said as I let my
black and white collie out into the secure yard at the back.  I turned my
attention back to my young guest.

   Emma then became the typical woman; by that I mean continuing a
conversation of a while ago but doing so as if no time had elapsed at all
and expecting us poor men to know exactly what they are talking about and
remembering where we were in the conversation.

   'Can I measure it then or at least see it?'

   At first I was puzzled, assuming she was talking about something to do
with Judy.  It was only a few seconds before my mind recalled our earlier
talk, but it was a few too many for Emma as she added, almost pleading.

   'Please!  I'm thirteen and I've never even seen a man's willy before. 
Everyone else at school has and I have to pretend that I have.'

   The last bit made me smile as I thought that she was probably in the
majority in not having seen a man's cock but not being prepared to admit
it, that thought though was quickly replaced by how I should answer her.  I
swiftly decided that I should talk to her as I would an adult.

   'I am sure that for a pretty girl like you the boys would be queuing to
show you their cocks, I know I would have done when I was your age.'

   'No chance!' she stated.  'They are all interested in other girls like
Em.  Those with something to show in return.' She looked down at her
breasts before despondingly adding, 'let's face it, I've got nothing to
show there.'

   I remembered my brief glimpse down her blouse and decided I'd better
refrain from comment.  Emma however took my silence as agreement with her.

   'I notice you aren't arguing.' She said with a wry smile that was much
too old for her young face.

   'On the contrary, I happen to think you've got lots to show.  You have
beautiful legs and a lovely figure.  You don't have to have big breasts to
attract men.' The use of men instead of boys was subconscious although once
I'd said it I was aware of the difference.'You are a very pretty young
girl.'

   Emma pounced on my mistake.  'Well men might, but boys don't.  That's
why I'm not interested in boys.' She then looked me straight in the eye and
asked.  'What about you?  Do you like small tits?'

   I looked down at the small mounds showing through her white blouse.

   'Yes I do, as do a lot of men.'

   'Okay then, I'll let you see my tits if you let me see your will...' she
was halfway through the word when she changed it to my earlier word,
'cock.'

   Over the next few seconds my mind raced along firing off at conflicting
tangents.  She's only thirteen.  I feel sorry for her.  It would be against
the law.  Legal yes, but moral I wasn't so sure.  I liked her
straightforward attitude.  She is still at school.  She does have a sexy
body.  It is her idea.  I wanted to see her firm young breasts and yes damn
it; I wanted to feel them.  In the end all I was doing was finding reasons
to justify agreeing to her request.  My mind thought it was still working
on it but my mouth had other ideas.

   'OK!' I heard it saying.

   Emma, so used to rejection, reacted initially to the words she expected
rather than the one said before she realised.  Her eyes lit up and I was
once more seeing her as I had when she was petting Judy.  I felt a sudden
happiness that I had brought the smile back, one that illuminated her
entire face.  Instinctively I held out my arms and Emma almost ran to me. I
hugged her and I felt very calm as I squeezed her to me.  For a while she
was happy with the hug but as my body began to respond to the warmth and
softness next to it, Emma pulled away and for a second it was a young child
in front of me, knowing what she wanted but having no idea what to do next.

   I then asked the question which was to change the afternoon.

   I looked at her and spoke gently.  'There is two ways we can do this. 
First as a biology lesson or as two people wanting to explore the other's
body.  How do you want to play it.'

   I could see that she needed no further explanation as to the choices. 
After only the briefest of moments weighing up the situation she replied
softly.

   ' The latter.' Her tone was all woman with no hint of child.

   I held out my hand and she placed her own in it.  I led her upstairs to
my bedroom.

   'Emma!  If I do anything that you are not certain about or don't want me
to do, then say so and I'll stop.  Don't feel that you have to be brave and
carry on.  OK?'

   She nodded.

   In my bedroom I have a large black leather footrest that came with my
three-piece suite.  I lifted Emma on to it so that she was closer to me in
height.  I pulled her head to me and kissed her soft lips.  I knew
immediately that I was the first to kiss her, as she had no idea what to do
with her mouth.  I spent the next ten minutes showing her how wonderful the
simple kiss can be.  It also helped her relax in my presence.  During this
time I restricted my hands to her head, neck and back.

   When I felt she was comfortable with me I took half a step back and just
looked at her.  What I had initially thought of as mere prettiness I now
recognised as the beginnings of true beauty; I had been too enamoured with
the obvious physical attributes of my former lover's daughter that I had
not looked closely enough at her friend.  I smiled to let her know how much
I appreciated the view before I reached out and undid the top button of her
school blouse.  I leaned in to kiss her throat.  Very slowly I repeated the
process on the rest of the buttons, each time kissing the freshly exposed
skin.  Once the last button was undone I placed my hands on her naked
shoulders and gently slid the blouse off; or at least mostly off, as the
right cuff was too tight to go over her delicate hand.  We both laughed as
I struggled to undo the cuff button and finally shed the blouse.  The laugh
had composed her as the nervousness that had been just behind her mask
evaporated forever.  She now stood proud before my gaze in the small white
bra I'd glimpsed earlier.  As I was taking in her beauty she reached behind
and expertly removed the bra revealing her pert young breasts.  They were
small as I'd known they would be, but they were perfectly formed, her
areoles were light and her nipples small and pale.  I spent a long time
admiring her before telling her just how beautiful they and she were.  I
placed a hand over each and began to knead them, stroking and squeezing the
breast before taking a nipple between my fingers and rolling it.  Emma let
out a soft moan of pleasure.

   I bent over to kiss each nipple before taking the right one into my
mouth sucking it, using my teeth to tease it to grow, which it duly
obliged. I used every finger, each part of my hand and mouth to pleasure
each firm breast in turn to increasingly long sighs from Emma.  When I'd
finished I quickly removed my shirt and pulled her into my arms savouring
that special sensation of flesh on flesh.  Emma pulled my head to her and
for the first time kissed me instead of just responding to my kiss.  That
helped me too, for it showed that she was more than happy with what I was
doing.

   Although my mind knew she was only thirteen I'd long stopped treating
her as anything but a woman.  I reluctantly pulled away from her lips and
traced my hands down from her neck, over her breasts and taut stomach to
the top of her skirt.  My right hand found the button and zip that held the
skirt in place.  I undid the button and took hold of the zip.  I then
looked at Emma for permission to carry on.  There was no hesitation now and
with an enchanting little grin she nodded her assent.

   I felt delightfully wicked as I lowered the zip on a school skirt.  With
the button and zip undone all I needed to do was remove my hands and the
last bit of Emma's uniform fell to the floor.  Once more I took a half step
back to admire her.  As she'd looked down to watch me her long hair had
fallen either side of her breasts; if those breasts were not yet mature
then her hips and legs certainly were.  Her body, covered now only by a
pair of white panties, looked fabulous, the marvellous legs I'd noticed
before topped out into really sexy firm thighs.  Her stomach was as flat
and taut as any Olympic athlete.  I looked up to her face, about to tell
her how sexy she looked when I saw her expression.  She had registered the
obvious awe in my own features making words superfluous.

   I moved back into her body to kiss that exquisite stomach, whilst
letting my hands hold her waist.  My fingers slipped under her panties and
slowly pushed them down, continually feeling the soft skin of her thighs
and legs.  My initial guess proved correct as her light red bush was
exposed.  I placed the palm of my hand onto it and was stunned, her hair
was the softest I had ever felt, more like velvet than coarse pubic hair.
My mouth had an urgent desire to kiss this mysterious down and I happily
allowed it to do just that.  My hand went to the inside of her thigh before
moving up to allow my forefinger to push against her pussy lips.  She was
already moist and my finger slipped between the folds of her labia with
ease.  As I made the first fleeting contact with her clit she let out a
gasp.  Time to move on I thought.

   I picked her up in my arms and laid her gently on the bed.  Kneeling
beside her I gave her a long, lingering kiss before standing up to remove
my remaining clothes.  I was bout to join my naked young lover when she
held a hand up.

   'Wait!  Let me look at you now.' She said with a soft smile.

   Needless to say I was by now fully aroused, and if it was possible even
more blood rushed to my erection when after a few moments of looking she
reached out and gripped my cock in her dainty hands.

   'Em was right.' She grinned, 'it is big.'

   As much as my cock was relishing her touch I wanted more.  Once again I
knelt down beside her and tasted her mouth, feeling her tongue duelling
with my own.  Slowly, oh so slowly, I moved my mouth down her body.  I took
delight in her neck and throat, her chest and of course her small nipple
tipped mounds of pleasure.  After kissing her stomach I moved to her feet,
kissing and stroking them before moving upwards this time.  She parted her
thighs as my lips caressed their tender skin.

   Although she had never savoured a man's mouth on her pussy, she
desperately needed me to complete my journey of pleasure.  As soon as my
head was close her hands gripped my neck and pulled me to her waiting
pussy. Her scent was so sweet that my tongue had to seek out the source of
the aroma, lapping up the juices that were my guide.  When I pushed my
tongue into her I felt her body lift and heard a howl of pleasure.

   My mind grinned, although my mouth couldn't.  "And the best is yet to
come!' was my mental response to her physical one.

   I wanted to keep away from her clit to build up her pleasure but after
only a couple of minutes gave in to my own desire to bring this teenager to
orgasm.  I swiftly moved my mouth to her clit catching Emma by surprise. 
My tongue and lips attacked her most sensitive bud, licking, flicking, and
sucking until she was writhing below me, her words now totally incoherent.
I pushed a finger into her pussy until it met with her virginity.  It was
enough for her.  I felt her thigh muscles contract and then she came.  A
long, relatively quiet moan accompanied her orgasm as my tongue fought to
keep contact.

   As her body slowly subsided from its peak I moved back up to her head
and kissed the gasping teen, letting her taste herself.  It was only a few
moments before she responded, kissing me back with a passion that surprised
and delighted me.

   When she let me up for breath I whispered to her.

   'Can I make love to you?'

   I knew what we had already done went way beyond Emma's initial juvenile
request of 'You show me yours and I'll show you mine' but I so wanted to be
inside her it almost hurt.  I was almost afraid that I wouldn't be able to
stop if she said no.

   After what seemed an eternity she answered.

   'I don't know.  You are so big!' She looked at me, almost pleading,
'would you mind if I said no?'

   Shit!  I thought, of course I bloody mind.  I'm almost bursting with
desire.  Then as the disappointment hit and the blood began to leave my
cock and allow some to return to my brain instead, I started to understand
and accept her fears.

   I was sure that if I pushed her then she would give in and let me do
what I desperately wanted to do, but, although not actually rape it
suddenly appeared that way, after all it would be against her will even if
no force was used.  If I had been with a fully-grown woman I may have
pushed a bit harder but with a thirteen-year-old I couldn't find it in me.

   When I looked back at her my smile was genuine.

   'Of course I understand.  I said at the onset that I would stop if you
asked.'

   Her radiant smile that accompanied her response was almost worth the
sacrifice by itself.

   'Thank you.'

   'Do you want to go now then?' I asked.

   'No, unless you want me to go.' She answered.  When I shook my head she
continued.  'Will you just hold me?'

   I didn't bother to answer; I just put my arm under her neck and pulled
her close.  We remained like that for a good hour or more.  I think Emma
fell asleep during that time but I'm not certain.  I quietly enjoyed the
naked body next to mine, not in the usual sexual sense but more the sensual
pleasure I received.  I would have expected to spend that hour worrying
about the consequences but somehow I didn't care.  This youngster had
gotten to me the way no woman ever had.  I couldn't ever remember being so
relaxed after a first time, if it could be classed as a first time; maybe
it was because she had no expectations that I couldn't live up to.  Don't
get me wrong, I wasn't falling in love with her, but I really did care for
her.

   When she finally stirred, Emma looked up to me and without a word gently
kissed me.  We snuggled together a bit longer before getting up.  I
deliberately avoided any further sexual contact partly because I wasn't
sure if Emma wanted more but mainly because I didn't want a second
rejection.

   Fully dressed we sat on my sofa, or at least I sat.  Emma lay down along
it with her head in my lap.  I had that special sensation, at least to me,
of finger combing her soft red hair.

   We talked briefly about what we'd done and how Emma should not tell a
soul.  She knew this but added that even if she were older she wouldn't
want to tell anyone, that what had happened was personal and very special,
not for sharing.  I was grateful and surprised by her mature attitude.

   When it was time for her to leave she asked if she could come again and
was I sure that I hadn't minded not actually doing it.

   I laughed and told her that she was welcome any time.  As for not
minding, I told her how much I did mind but it was her choice.  Seeing that
I was laughing whilst I explained Emma too giggled and after a lingering
kiss left.

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