Author: wolfcub
Title: The Dancer
Summary: A preteen girl does a special dance for a special friend.
Keywords: Mg, 1st, preg

Colleen waited anxiously on her neighbor's porch, waiting for her best 
friend's grandfather to open the door. The moment he did, she dashed 
inside before he could tell her what she already knew.

"Oh, hi, Colleen. Lisa's not here, today. She has extra practice all 
this week for the gymnastics competition."

The twelve-year-old girl feigned disappointment. "Aw! I made up a new 
dance routine, and I wanted Lisa to tell me what she thought about it."

"Well, she might be visiting me on Sunday. You could come back then."

Colleen's next words came out in such a blur that they made Andrew's 
head spin. "Can I show you my dance? I showed my daddy, and he said it 
was great, but you know how daddies are: they always say things are 
great. I mean, he says he's telling me the truth, and that, if he 
didn't like it, he would say so, but I want someone else's opinion. Can 
I? Please?"

"Okay, okay. Don't beg. I'd be happy to watch your new dance routine. 
And, I promise to be honest in my appraisal."

Colleen's face lit up, then she bounded into the living room on the 
toes of her bare feet.

"Sit down on the couch, Grandy," Colleen instructed as she placed her 
iPod into Andrew's speaker system. Andrew smiled at Colleen's use of 
her nickname for him. It was a contraction of "Grandpa Andy" that she 
had made up, herself, and it always amused him.

Colleen knelt in the middle of the floor, facing Andrew. She lowered 
her head to her knees, stretched her arms out in front of her, and 
waited for the music to start. When it did, she slowly raised her arms 
up, reaching for the ceiling.

Andrew admired the preteen's trim body. Colleen was wearing one of the 
skimpy bikinis that apparently made up the bulk of her wardrobe. She 
had several, but they all looked like last year's swimsuit: one or more 
sizes too small. Andrew rarely saw her in anything else, and, when he 
did, it was usually close-fitting, skimpy shorts and half-shirts that 
showed off her muscular legs and flat tummy. If the girl owned shoes, 
Andrew wasn't aware of it.

As Colleen danced, Andrew noted how graceful she was. She was a 
terrific dancer and a great choreographer: Her movements showed off 
every part of her body, in turn. Even her long, flowing hair seemed to 
be part of the carefully sequenced moves.

At first, Colleen's motions showcased her flexibility and range of 
motion, but slowly, her movements became more erotic. There was a 
slight writhing of her hips.  She began to rub her hands over her body. 
There were more splits and leg extensions that seemed designed to 
expose the tiny region covered by her bikini bottom. She had also moved 
closer to Andrew so that she was dancing right in front of him. 

Andrew swallowed hard. He realized that he was becoming sexually 
aroused by the  sight of Colleen's dancing body. He was embarrassed by 
the lust that he felt building within him. He felt a great sense of 
relief when the music stopped at that point.

"So, what do you think?" Colleen was kneeling right in front of Andrew. 
She reached out and put her hands on his knees.

Andrew tried to shake off his feelings. "It was...uh..very nice, 
Colleen. You did a great job. You were very...uh...um...well, graceful."

"I made it up for this guy I know. I really like him, but he doesn't 
much notice me. Do you think my dance will get his attention?"

"Uh, Colleen, your dance is wonderful, but I don't think a girl your 
age should be trying to get a boy's attention that way, if you know 
what I mean."

Colleen smiled. "But that's what I want, Grandy. I really like this 
guy, and I want him to notice me."

"Colleen, I think that dance of yours will do more than just get him to 
notice you. You see, when a boy sees a pretty girl--especially one 
who's...uh...one who's...well, I mean, you're not really wearing much. 
That is, your bikini is pretty skimpy."

"Oh, I'm not going to dance in my bikini. I'm going to dance nakey."

"Oh, boy! Does your father know about this?"

"Daddy says I can show my body to anyone I want. He's says it's my 
body, and I get to choose what I do with it."

"But Colleen, honey, you can't just go about showing your naked body to 
boys. I mean, I think you have a beautiful body, but when a boy gets to 
be your age, he starts thinking about doing certain things with a girl."

"You mean, it will make him horny?" Colleen interrupted. 

"Colleen! You shouldn't be talking like that!"

"Are you horny?"

"Colleen!"

Colleen giggled. "I'm going to do my dance for you, again. This time, 
I'm going to do it nakey." She stood up and removed her top. Andrew 
started to protest, but the sight of her firm, round breasts left him 
speechless. They were small, but they were the perfect size for her 
young body.

Andrew's heart raced as Colleen removed her bikini bottom. He drew in a 
deep breath when he caught sight of her smooth, hairless pussy. He sat 
in stunned silence as the naked twelve-year-old put on her show for him.

Something inside of him told Andrew he should put a stop to this, 
immediately; however, that civilized something was at war with another 
part of him: a more animalistic part that was lusting after a nubile, 
young female. The longer Colleen danced, the more the animal took 
control. 

When the music stopped, Colleen was, once again, kneeling in front of 
Andrew, but this time, she crawled up onto his lap, straddled his legs, 
and placed her hands on his bare shoulders. He shivered at the 
realization that there was nothing between his body and hers except for 
a pair of loose-fitting shorts.

"My dancing nakey made you horny, didn't it?"

"Colleen..."

"Didn't it?"

Andrew took a deep breath and tried to regain control of himself, but 
the animal was still fighting. He closed his eyes and became aware that 
his hands were roaming over Colleen's thighs and buttocks--caressing 
her soft skin.

He opened his eyes in shock. Colleen giggled, then she planted a warm, 
wet kiss right on his lips. When her tongue forced its way into his 
mouth, he responded by hugging her body close to his and passionately 
kissing her back.

The civilized part of him made one, final, desperate counter-attack. 
Andrew firmly grabbed Colleen's shoulders and pushed her a few inches 
away.

"Colleen, this isn't right. We shouldn't be..."

"But I want to! You're the guy I made up the dance for. I got nakey and 
danced for you to make you horny. I want to do the nasty with you."

"Colleen! You're 12 years old, for crying out loud! I'm sixty-one! You 
shouldn't even be doing this with a boy your own age, much less a man 
old enough to be your grandfather!"

Colleen brushed Andrew's arms aside, pressed her body against his, then 
gave him another warm, wet kiss.

She pulled back, slightly, and looked Andrew in the eyes. "I'm twelve 
years old. I want to do the nasty with someone. All the boys my age are 
jerks. I want my first time to be with someone who'll be gentle with 
me--not some goofy boy who doesn't know what he's doing."

Andrew was torn between having a fatherly talk with Colleen and 
throwing her to the ground and ravishing her. Once again, his hands 
were roaming over her nude body, and he couldn't control them. He 
fought to control the rest of his body.

"I got nakey with a boy my age a few weeks ago," Colleen continued. "I 
was going to do the nasty with him, but he just kept fumbling around. 
He kept poking his stiffy against my kitty, but he couldn't figure out 
how to get it in. I grabbed it to guide it into me, and he squirted! He 
went soft and left me with a mess to clean up."

Colleen started rubbing her pussy against the stiff cock in Andrew's 
shorts. "I want someone who knows what to do!"

That pushed him over the edge. The animal in him had won. He rolled 
Colleen onto her back on the sofa. She spread her legs wide for him as 
he lowered his shorts. He climbed on top of her, placing the head of 
his cock against her slit. It easily slipped into her sopping wet 
tunnel.

Colleen gasped when Andrew's bare cock penetrated her virgin vagina. 
She hardly noticed the tearing of her flesh as he eased himself all the 
way to her cervix. He held still, for a moment, giving her a chance to 
become accustomed to his being inside of her.

When she relaxed, a little, he began to slowly withdrawn his penis from 
her. Colleen cried out. She sensed a coming emptiness that she 
desperately wanted to avoid. She grabbed Andrew tightly, trying to pull 
him back into her. 

As Andrew began stroking inside of Colleen, she began pushing back to 
meet his thrusts. She was fucking him back. Andrew was now completely 
lost. He hated women who just laid there, passively. He enjoyed women 
who were enthusiastic and noisy. The twelve-year-old underneath him was 
clawing, and moaning, and grasping, and grunting wildly.

He wanted to last long for her, but she was too much for him. Andrew 
buried himself deep inside of Colleen. As his penis erupted, he felt 
her vagina clamp down around him. He felt several, hard contractions 
before they both finally relaxed.

He climbed off of her and sat on the sofa next to her. She remained on 
her back with her legs still spread. Her pussy was stretched open, and 
he could see her wet, pink flesh, a white glob of his semen, and a few 
streaks of her blood.

Colleen smiled at him and laughed. He grabbed her feet and pulled her 
into his lap, cuddling her like a baby as he drifted off to sleep.

When Andrew awoke, he was momentarily disoriented. He looked around. 
The light in the room had changed. The sun was setting. How long had he 
been asleep?

He tried to gently transfer Colleen from his lap to the sofa, but his 
movements woke her. She smiled at him, then shifted herself so that she 
was straddling his legs. She caressed his face with her fingers, then 
gently kissed him on the lips. Her soft touches caused his penis to 
stir. He was surprised when he soon found himself erect. At his age, he 
didn't think he could recover so quickly.

Colleen took hold of Andrew's penis and guided it into her vagina. She 
slowly rocked up and down on it. Unlike their first fuck, which had 
been fast and heated, this time it seemed they moved in slow motion, 
and it seemed to go on forever. They both enjoyed this slow, easy fuck. 
After what felt like an eternity, Colleen's pussy clamped hard around 
Andrew's cock, and he flooded her with his semen.

When Andrew awoke, again, it was dark. He gently shook Colleen awake. 
She got up and turned on a light. She spread her legs, slightly, 
looking at the mess of fluid leaking from her pussy. Andrew watched her 
from the sofa as she went into the kitchen, wet a paper towel, and 
cleaned herself up.

Andrew looked at the clock. It was 7:30. "You better be getting home. 
You're father is probably worried to death about you."

Colleen grabbed her iPod. She picked up the two pieces of her bikini 
and, without bothering to put them on, headed towards the door. It was 
dark outside, and there were enough trees and other plants in both her 
front yard and Andrew's that it was unlikely that anyone would she her 
walking the short distance from his front door to hers. Still, she 
smiled at the thought of someone catching her coming naked from 
Andrew's house.

She walked into her house and saw her father sitting at his desk doing 
something on the computer. Without saying a word, she kissed him gently 
on his bare shoulder, then headed for the bathroom. The warm water of 
the shower felt good against her body. She carefully washed the 
remaining traces of blood and semen from her vagina. She slept well, 
that night.

The next day, just after sunset, Colleen returned to Andrew's house. He 
was surprised to see her.

"Hi! Are you going to let me in, or do you want the neighbors to see a 
nakey girl standing on your front porch?"

Andrew stepped aside, and Colleen pranced into the living room and 
flopped down on the sofa. She sat smiling at a confused Andrew.

Andrew didn't at all understand why this cute little nymph was 
infatuated with him, but he didn't feel the least bit of shame or 
regret about what he had done with her the previous day. He did, 
however, worry about what would happen if he got caught.

He looked at her smiling face and smiled back. "What's going on in that 
devious little mind of yours?"

"I want to spend the night with you, Grandy," she cheerfully announced.

"Well, Sweetie, as much as I'd like that, I don't think your father 
would be too keen on it."

"Daddy doesn't mind. He just said to be sure that I get some sleep and 
that I'm home in time to get ready for school."

Andrew gave Colleen a disbelieving look.

"For real! Daddy knows what we did, yesterday." Andrew's face went 
pale. "Don't worry! He's okay with it. I told you: He said it's my 
body, and I can do what I want with it."

Andrew laughed. This little minx was very clever at playing games.

"You don't believe me, do you? Shall I call him up?" She headed for the 
phone, but Andrew intercepted her.

"Colleen, my little love, what we did, yesterday, was...well...it was 
incredible. But most people think that dirty old men shouldn't have sex 
with cute little girls." 

"You're not a dirty old man!"

"It's illegal. If we got caught, I could go to jail for a long time. If 
your father finds out, he'd most likely kill me!"

"Grandy! I told you: Daddy knows, already. We never keep any secrets 
from each other. Not ever. He wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of 
me doing the nasty with you, but after I told him why, he understood 
and said it was my choice."

Andrew carefully eyed the naked beauty sitting on his sofa. Was she 
playing with him? He realized that he didn't care. He just wanted to be 
with her--to be inside of her. He held out his hand. She took it, and 
he led her to his bed.

"I felt you squirt inside of me, yesterday." She giggled. "Both times. 
It was warm. I liked it."

Andrew enjoyed the passionate, young girl and fell asleep with Colleen 
snuggled beside him. His warm cum filled her vagina. He mounted her 
again, in the morning. She left at first light. The cold, morning air 
invigorating her as it drifted across her nude body.

Colleen repeated the scene each night--except when Lisa was visiting. 
About 8 o'clock, she would go over to Andrew's house, naked. She would 
spend the night with him, then return home in the early morning.

One afternoon, she stood in front of the mirror, admiring her nude 
body. Unlike many girls her age, Colleen loved her body. She thought it 
was perfect in every way. Her tummy wasn't as flat as it used to be, 
but she was beginning to like the soft curve that had formed. 

Her father interrupted her. "Hi, Beautiful!"

"Hi, Daddy!"

"Watcha doin'?"

"Wondering why belly isn't flat, anymore."

"Yeah. I was noticing that, too. Here." He handed her a short, white 
stick.

"What's this?"

"I want you to pee on it."

"For real?!" She giggled.

"For real. Just do it."

"What's it for?" She walked into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet, 
and held the stick between her legs. She giggled, again, as her stream 
of urine splashed against it.

Her father stood at the door, watching her.

"I think it might explain the bump."

Colleen handed the stick back to her father. After about a minute, they 
noticed a small plus sign appear.

"Do you know what that means, Darling?"

"What?"

"It means you're pregnant."

"I'm pregnant? I'm going to have a baby?"

"Yes. That's what the bump is: It's your baby growing inside of you."

"It's Grandy's baby growing inside of me!"

"Are you sure?"

"Daddy! Of course, I'm sure!"

"Well, how do I know whose semen you've taken inside of you?"

"Daddy! You know I've only ever done it with Grandy."

"No, I don't."

"I would have told you! Besides, I'm not interested in anyone else." 
Colleen softly caressed her belly and smiled. "Are you mad at me, 
Daddy?"

"When I told you it was your body, I meant it. Anyway, it'll be kinda 
nice to have a baby around the house, again."

That night, Andrew opened the door to see a smiling Colleen. At first, 
he didn't understand what she had in her hand or why she was waving it 
at him, then, when she turned sideways and patted her belly, he got it.

After Colleen convinced him that she was ecstatic about having his 
baby, he overcame his worry and started thinking about how much fun it 
was going to be to make a sibling.