Becky    by H. Henry  (teen, Mf)

Part I

There comes a time in every young girl's life that her body 
starts to undergo dramatic changes.  Now I'm not just talking 
about the obvious stuff, like she starts having her period and 
she starts developing in her upper torso.  I mean that 
everything about her begins to change; her shape, her face, the 
way she carries herself, her outlook on the world.

I was lucky enough to observe these profound changes as they 
occurred to one beautiful young girl, a neighbor of mine named 
Rebecca DeMornet.  This is the story of the changes to her 
body, and the wonderful openness that she showed towards me 
which allowed me to experience her changes for myself.

Rebecca was always a quiet girl, reserved and pensive, 
squinting at the world through her bottle-bottom eyeglasses, 
curly, sandy-brown snarls matted to her face.  She always 
seemed to be running off at the slightest provocation to either 
cry alone in her bedroom or giggle with the first friend she 
could catch on the telephone.  She and her best friend, Cindy, 
would ride their bicycles all over the neighborhood, around and 
around endlessly.  I couldn't believe the amount of energy 
these two young girls had.  But they were never interested in 
boys, not even the slightest little bit.  Boys were annoying 
people that teased them and bugged them and, besides, they 
never bathed enough, right?  Of course, the two girls paid 
almost no attention to me at all; not only was I a boy, but I 
was also more than twice their ages, and a boring neighbor guy, 
as well.

But then, a few months after Rebecca turned eleven, I noticed 
as she rode her bike by my house one day that she had just 
started wearing a training bra.  She still looked for all the 
world like a young girl, pudgy-faced and bratty, with plenty of 
"baby fat" that, unfortunately, made her a little to homely to 
be an object of much attention.  But there they were, just a 
couple of small elastic straps holding up her little 
prepubescent breasts, providing the first small hint that 
changes were beginning to occur to her young body.

Another thing about her changed around this time as well.  At 
one point, as she and Cindy rode by on their bikes, I stopped 
mowing the lawn long enough to look up at them.  Cindy sped on 
by, oblivious to me.  But Rebecca stopped pedaling, letting her 
bike coast a little, and turned her head and smiled at me.  I 
smiled back and lifted my hand in a little wave, and she 
blushed a bit as she continued to smile at me.  Then she turned 
her head forward and hurried away to catch up with Cindy.  Wow, 
I remember thinking to myself.  That's got to be the first time 
she's ever smiled at me.

Cindy was in many ways a contrast to Rebecca.  She was very 
small and thin, with dark, Latino features, long straight black 
hair, and bright brown eyes.  And she certainly wasn't ready to 
match her friend's blossoming features; Cindy was completely 
flat and undeveloped.

Then the first occasion for me to begin my close observation of 
Rebecca's development occurred.  I was taking a walk in the 
early evening when I saw my two young neighbors zooming by me 
on their bikes.  Rebecca looked at me and smiled briefly, but 
really paid me no heed at all, her face forward, riding hard.  
I continued my walk unabated, and after about fifteen minutes I 
arrived at my destination, Jefferson Municipal Park.  I looked 
around for a nice place to sit down, maybe watch the ducks in 
the pond, when I noticed two bicycles locked together and 
laying near a little trail that ventured into a thickly wooded 
area.

Those are Rebecca's and Cindy's bikes, I thought to myself.  
They must be in the woods somewhere.  Curious, I started 
following the little path into the trees, not really knowing 
what to expect.  I figured if I ran into them, I could just say 
hello and keep walking.  They'd think nothing of it.  
Nonetheless, I treaded as softly as I could, hoping to avoid 
scaring the girls, and maybe to spy on them for a little while, 
as well.  I suspected that they were up to something, because 
why else would they venture into these thick woods?

I'd only walked in maybe a hundred feet when I heard some 
noise, a couple of little giggles, ahead of me.  It sounded 
like they had left the trail and sneaked into the thicket, so I 
stepped off the path and quietly, carefully, picked my way 
through the trees, toward the noise that I had heard.  Keeping 
low and silent, I finally saw them ahead of me about fifty 
feet, in a small clearing in the thick woods.  I paused, 
wondering if they knew I was there.  I decided that they were 
oblivious to me, so I crept as close as I dared, crouching 
down, wanting to hear their conversation.

"Well, it's not fair," I heard Cindy say.

"Don't worry.  You'll develop soon enough," Rebecca replied.

"I know.  But how long?"

They stood quietly, and I didn't even dare take a breath.

"Come on, Becky.  Let me try on your bra.  You promised!"

"O.K.  Hold on.  But it won't fit you, you know."

"Yeah, I know.  But I need to learn how to put one on."

"O.K."  Rebecca reached down and quickly pulled her tee-shirt 
off.  Her plump body was still very girlish; no curves at the 
hips, no thinning at the waist, baby fat everywhere.  She was 
in every way a young girl, except for the fact that she was 
wearing a tiny white cotton bra that seemed to be holding 
almost nothing.  She reached around her back and fumbled for a 
while.  "Sorry.  I'm not too good at this yet," she whispered 
to her friend.  After fumbling for another minute, she finally 
undid the clasp and her bra went limp.  She shrugged her 
shoulders forward to let the bra fall off, and as she did, I 
realized for the first time that she really did need to wear a 
bra.  While her little breasts had obviously just begun to 
blossom, there they were, proudly displaying themselves for me 
to see, barely more than just little bumps on her girlish 
chest, nothing but a couple of small bulges of baby fat topped 
with almost non-existent little pink spots.  I had never looked 
at Rebecca as anything but a little girl before, even when I 
realized that she had started wearing a bra.  But my perception 
of her had changed dramatically at this point; while her baby 
fat and girlish body made her obviously too young for my 
lustful desires, I was focused on something else now.  Yes, she 
was a young girl, but she would soon be entering the wonderful 
world of her teenage years, and even though she wasn't very 
pretty, every teenage girl has a least a couple of little 
attractions to call her own.

Cindy stared at Rebecca's chest as her friend handed her the 
bra.  "I'm so jealous," she said.

"Of these?"  Rebecca looked down at her chest.  "There's 
nothing to be jealous of."

"Yes there is.  You have tits!"

"Oh come on."  Rebecca held her tee-shirt up, covering her 
breasts.  "It's your turn now.  Try on my bra!"

"I can't.  I'm too embarrassed."

"Why?"  Rebecca asked.

"Because, you know, because I don't have any tits."

"I've seen you naked a hundred times, silly."

"I know, but not since... not since you started developing."

"Come on, Cindy."

"What do they feel like?" Cindy asked, still staring at 
Rebecca's now-concealed chest.

"What do you mean, what do they feel like?"

"Do they, you know, do they bounce?  Are they annoying?"

"No, I think they're too small to bounce."

"Are they soft?"

"Do you want to see?  You can touch them, if you want.  I mean, 
we're friends, right?"

"Well, I suppose."  Rebecca lowered her shirt a little, 
exposing herself again, and Cindy reached out and touched her 
friend's little breasts for a short moment, then pulled her 
hands back.  "Have you, you know, have you started having your 
period?"

"No, not yet."

"Do you have any hair?  You know, down there, on your vagina?" 
she asked, pointing to Rebecca's crotch.

"I think I'm starting to get a little."

"Oh.  I don't think I am.  Can I see?"

"O.K."  Rebecca unbuttoned her pants and pulled her pants and 
panties down around her knees.  Her girlish waist and hips made 
her look very young, and from my vantage point it didn't look 
like she had any pubic hair at all; all I could see was bare 
skin between her legs.

The two young girls both looked down at Rebecca's crotch.  
"Where?" Cindy asked.  "I don't see any."

"Here," Rebecca said, spreading her legs open slightly and 
pointing to her bald vagina.  I was too far away to see much, 
but I thought that maybe I could just make out the contour of 
her little pussy lips.

Cindy peered down, looking closely at her young friend.  "Oh.  
I see it.  Well, it's not really much."

"It'll happen soon enough to both of us," Rebecca said, pulling 
her pants back up.  "Come on, silly, try on my bra!"

Cindy hesitantly reached down and then pulled her shirt off.  
Her thin chest clearly revealed that she hadn't started 
developing at all yet; she was skinny and flat as a board, her 
tiny little nipples puffing up ever so slightly.  "See?  I told 
you.  Nothing," she said, looking down at her flat chest.

"That's O.K.  Come on, try it on.  Hurry, I want to get dressed 
before anyone discovers us."

Cindy held the bra in front of her and slipped her arms through 
the shoulder straps.  "Like this?"

"Yep."

She pulled the bra on and reached around to hook the clasp in 
the back.  I was mesmerized by the display in front of me.  "I 
can't get it latched," she said.  She looked rather comical at 
this point, reaching her skinny arms around her back, her thin, 
young chest far to small for the bra she was trying to fit 
around her.  Rebecca reached out and helped her friend to 
secure the clasp.

"How do I look?" she asked, holding her hands out to her sides 
to pose for her friend.  Rebecca looked at Cindy, smiling 
broadly at the comical vision of this little girl trying for 
the first time to fit into a bra.  It was so loose on her that 
the tiny cups hung too low, not even covering her nipples.

"You look silly!" she said, and she started laughing.  Cindy, 
smiling also, looked down at herself and started laughing, too.  
They both fell on the ground, laughing and holding their 
bellies.

"Shh!" Rebecca said.  "Someone will hear us!  Come on, let's 
get dressed and get out of here."

"O.K.  Help me get out of this contraption."  Rebecca helped 
her friend remove the bra, then slipped it around her arms, 
pulled it over her little breasts, and reached behind to latch 
it.

"You need help?" Cindy asked as she pulled her shirt back on.

"Sure."

Cindy latched the bra for her friend, then Rebecca put her tee-
shirt on and they both hurried back to the path.  I waited 
patiently as they walked past me and out of the woods, then I 
carefully left my hiding spot.  I emerged from the woods just 
in time to see the two young girls riding quickly back home.

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Part II

For the next few of months, every time I saw Rebecca I thought 
about her standing out there in the woods, naked from the waist 
up with her pants around her knees.  I hadn't really changed my 
opinion about her; I still didn't find her attractive, 
especially when compared to the other young girls in the 
neighborhood.  She was way too chubby and unkempt to match up 
to them.  But, as I said before, every young girl past a 
certain age has a couple of things in their favor, and right 
now I couldn't get Rebecca's little favors out of my mind.

Then one hot day in September, our friendship truly began.  I 
was out working in my garage, hammering a few nails into a 
planter I was making, when Rebecca rode her bike up my 
driveway, looking rather upset, sweat flowing off her forehead.  
She was wearing a small yellow tee-shirt that was a little too 
tight for her, revealing the plump contour of her immature 
body.

"Hello, Mr. Samuelson."  She said.  "What are you doing?"

"Hi, Rebecca.  Call me Ron, O.K.?  I'm making a planter.

"You can call me Becky.  All my friends call me Becky."

"O.K., Becky.  What's wrong?"

"Oh, I don't have my keys and I forgot that my parents weren't 
coming home for a while."

"Well, you can stay here as long as you need."

She looked out into my yard, where my sprinkler was 
methodically watering the lawn.  "You know what I could really 
use to do?  Could I run through your sprinkler?"

"Of course," I said.  "Be my guest."

She ran into my back yard and into the spray of my sprinkler.  
I went back to my workbench, but I couldn't help looking out 
the window at the young girl playing in the water.  As she 
splashed around, her tight tee-shirt started getting wet, then 
wetter, until it was soaked entirely, revealing everything 
about her; her baby fat, her girlish body, and, of course, her 
little bra.  The bra was soaked as well, providing a 
translucent glimpse of her nipples, tiny but standing up just 
slightly.  I couldn't stop staring through the window at her 
young body, and as I did, I started to think that she'd grown a 
little since I saw her in the woods.  I really couldn't tell, 
but I swear that her breasts looked like they filled out her 
little bra a bit better now, mounding slightly above the 
elastic at the top of her cups.  Now, maybe it was just the 
heat of the late summer, but she seemed to be a little more 
shapely in other respects, too; her hips seemed to be a little 
wider, her waist a little slimmer.

After she was soaked, she came into the garage.  "That was 
wonderful," she said.  "Thanks."

"Sure.  Any time, Becky."  I was staring at her, I'm sure my 
eyes were wide, as I tried to soak in her young body, so well 
exposed through her wet tee-shirt.

Conscious of my stare, she looked down at herself.  "Oh, I 
can't go home looking like this," she said.

I was embarrassed by my gaping stare.  "I can loan you a shirt, 
if you want," I stammered.

"That'd be great.  Just a tee-shirt would be fine."

"O.K.  Come on inside."

"No, I don't want to track junk into your house," Becky said.  
"I'll just change out here, if you close the garage door."

I quickly closed the garage door, then ran into my house and 
grabbed one of my tee-shirts, way too big for Becky, but it'll 
work.  Back out in the garage, I handed the tee-shirt to Becky 
and started to walk out the side door to give her some privacy.  
As I got to the door, I paused.  Why should I leave right now?  
If she's willing to change in my garage, maybe she doesn't care 
if I watch.  I surreptitiously turned my head around, just in 
time to see my young friend reaching around her back to 
unfasten her wet little bra.  She was facing right at me, 
looking at me, as I turned around, her tiny breasts raised out 
as far as possible as she reached behind her back.

"Hey!" she said, and quickly turned around so her back was 
facing me as she undid her bra.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "I thought..."

"That's O.K.," she said as her wet bra fell to the ground and 
she slid into my tee-shirt.  She turned around again and put 
her hands out to her sides, posing in my tee-shirt.  "How do I 
look?" she asked, her eyes twinkling through her thick glasses.  
The shirt was way to big for her.

"You look great," I assured her.

"You were trying to look at me when I was undressing, weren't 
you?"

"No.  I just thought..."

"It's O.K. if you wanted to look at me.  I don't mind."

"Well," I said, stammering with embarrassment.  Why did I try 
to peek at this eleven year old's body?  Why am I always so 
stupid?

"I'll let you look some, if you want," Becky said quietly.

"You would?"

"Sure.  One time I let a guy at school look at my bra.  I 
thought it was kinda fun.  So do you want to look?"

"Sure!  Well, it probably isn't such a good idea."

"Oh, come on.  If you want to look, I don't mind.  Here."  She 
quickly pulled her tee-shirt up, exposing her little breasts to 
me.  As I stared at her young body, I could tell that she was 
definitely getting a little more shapely, losing some of that 
baby fat.  And her breasts did look like they gained a tiny bit 
of volume, still just chubby little bumps topped by small, 
diffuse nipples, but they seemed to be just a little bigger.  
And they were definitely even cuter now, close up, then when I 
first saw them in the woods.  I noticed now how creamy white 
they were, soft, triangular, pointed little things; she was 
right when she told Cindy that they were too small to bounce, 
but they had a certain youthful beauty to them, nonetheless.

She stood there holding the tee-shirt up for a minute or two, 
letting me just stare at her little breasts, and she seemed to 
enjoy the experience.  Not waiting long enough, in my opinion, 
she let the tee-shirt fall back down, covering her body.  Then 
she picked up her wet clothing.  "I better be heading back to 
my house now," she said in a very high-pitched, almost childish 
voice.

I opened the garage door and she pranced over to her bike.  
"I'll bring your tee-shirt back soon, Ron.  See ya!"

"Don't worry about it, Becky.  Bye."  She might actually become 
a very beautiful girl, I thought to myself as she started 
pedaling her bike away.  And she already has a wonderfully cute 
little set of titties.  Then she rode off down the alley, 
waving goodbye to me as she disappeared.

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Part III

I didn't see Becky for the next few days, and I decided our 
little experiment must have been too much for the young girl, 
so she was avoiding me.  Oh well, I thought, I'm not missing 
much, and besides, it was a lot of fun while it lasted.  I 
mean, it's not every day that a guy gets to see an eleven year 
old's breasts.  Then, a couple days later I was in my front 
yard when Becky and Cindy rode by.  Becky stopped her bike in 
front of my house as Cindy just kept on pedaling.

"Hey, Ron!  I still have your tee-shirt."

"That's O.K., don't worry about it."

"No, I'll drop it by today.  I promise.  Bye!"

Before I could say a word, she was disappearing down the road 
to catch up with Cindy.

At around 5:30 that evening, Becky rode her bike up the alley 
to my driveway.  I was sitting in the back yard when she jumped 
off her bike and came running up.  "Hi, Ron.  I've got your 
tee-shirt!"  She was wearing a light blouse that hid her 
youthful body.

"Thanks, Becky.  You want something to drink?  Lemonade, or 
water?"

"Sure.  Lemonade would be great."

I went inside and got a glass of lemonade.  When I came 
outside, she was sitting in the grass.  "Here you go," I said, 
handing her the lemonade.

"Thanks.  And thanks for loaning me the tee-shirt, too."  She 
handed me my shirt and I tossed it on the deck.

"Sure.  No problem," I said.

We talked for a little while, about her school and my work, 
about politics and music.  After a while, she said, "You know 
what we did the other day?  In your garage?"

"Yeah," I said hesitantly.  I was kind of hoping the subject 
wouldn't come up.

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Well, sure," I said, my heart leaping into my throat.  Yes, of 
course I wanted to see her little titties again, very badly.  I 
just couldn't believe that she wanted to do it again.

"Come on, let's go into the garage," she said excitedly, 
jumping up.

I followed her into the garage and flipped on the light.  When 
she reached the middle of the room, she turned to face me and 
started unbuttoning her blouse.  I just stood still and watched 
as she removed the shirt, her little bra seeming to bulge as it 
constrained her blossoming bosom, swelling even more with each 
of her excited breaths.  Then she reached around her back and 
unfastened her bra, much more expertly this time than the last 
couple of times I'd seen her do it.  She hunched her shoulders 
forward, letting the bra fall off her arms and onto the floor, 
then put her arms out to her side and smiled at me.

"There you go, do you like?" she asked mischievously, proudly 
showing me her budding little breasts.

"Oh, yeah," I said, staring longingly at her little mounds of 
womanly flesh, the little bumps of baby fat that rose softly up 
above her chest.  I stared at her for a minute as she stood, 
arms out to her side, until I finally worked up enough nerve to 
ask her a question.

"Hey, Becky, do you know... Do you know what guys do with, 
like, Playboy and Penthouse?" I asked her.

She looked puzzled, arms still out at her sides.  "You mean, 
like when they look at the pictures?  Do you mean, when they 
masturbate?"  She asked.

"Yeah," I said hesitatingly.  I wasn't sure if I should 
continue with this.

"Um," she said, equally hesitant.  "Do you... do that?  Do you 
masturbate?"

"Sometimes."  I looked at her quizzical face.  Did she know 
where I was going with this?  I waited for her to ask me 
another question, but she just stood there, looking a little 
nervous, still holding her arms out to her side.  "So," I 
ventured, "what would you think if I, you know, if I masturbate 
right now, while I look at you?"

She paused, still looking puzzled.  "Why?"

"Because I'm really turned on right now.  You're really 
beautiful."

"Oh."  She paused, digesting this new information.  "Really?  I 
turn you on?"  She looked worried, not smiling at all, as she 
asked me her question.

"Yeah, you sure do.  So would it be O.K.?"

"I guess so, if you really want to," she said hesitatingly.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.  Let's 
just forget it."

"No, I don't mind, really.  I think it'd be fun.  I've never 
seen a guy masturbate before."  She was smiling again.  "I'm 
just, well, I'm a little nervous, that's all."

"There's no reason to be nervous.  So it'd be O.K., then, if I 
did?"

"I guess so."

I quickly kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my pants, and let them 
fall to the ground.  My cock was already hard and throbbing as 
I pulled off my underwear and stepped out of my clothing.  
Becky was staring wide-eyed at my erection.

"Oh my God, it's so big, Ron!  I can't believe it!"  I stood 
with my arms at my sides, letting the young girl absorb the 
visual stimulus.  Then I wrapped my fingers around my cock and 
started expertly stroking myself, staring at her little baby-
fat breasts the whole time.  After two or three minutes, I 
started moaning, and finally came with incredible force, my 
orgasm causing my legs to shake uncontrollably.  I shot wad 
after wad of semen into the air, watching it fall in an arch to 
the floor of the garage, six or more feet in front of me.  I 
tried to aim it away from Becky as best I could, but one strong 
load inadvertently splashed against her leg, and she squealed 
as the warm, sticky fluid made contact with her skin.

When I was done, I stood there, my hard cock twitching 
involuntarily.  I looked at Becky's astonished face, still 
wide-eyed, her mouth open now, as well.  "Wow," she said.  
"That was incredible!  So that's what it's like when a guy 
comes, huh?  I didn't know."  She looked down at the come on 
her leg.  "This is what it's like?" she said, leaning over and 
wiping a glob of it onto her finger.  As she leaned over, her 
little breasts hung down, looking just a little bigger, and 
maybe a little softer, from this angle.  She stood up, lifted 
her finger and closely examined my semen, smelling it, looking 
intently at it.  "Cool," she said, looking at me again as she 
wiped my goo onto her shorts.  Then we both put on our clothes 
and left the garage.  Becky got on her bike and said, "That was 
a lot of fun, Ron.  See ya later!"  

"See ya!"  I said, and she was gone.  I can happily report that 
my opinion of this young girl was changing, in fact it had 
changed a lot by now.  Yes, she had a plump, girlish body and 
wasn't particularly pretty in any way.  But she was becoming 
quite a sexy little woman, in my eyes.  I didn't think any more 
about her shapeless waist or her baby fat.  All I could think 
about now was her blossoming sexuality; all I could think about 
was her beautiful, chubby little breasts and her incredibly 
tiny, light-pink nipples.

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Part IV

That was the last nice day of the season, and it was also the 
last time before winter that I saw Becky.  The snow came early 
in October, and I hardly saw her at all during the winter 
months.  I decided I must have scared her off during our last 
encounter; I knew I was pushing the envelop with the young 
girl, and I wasn't surprised that she didn't want to do 
anything with me anymore.  Whenever I saw her, she was very 
nice to me, even a little flirty, but now that the snow was 
covering everything she never rode her bike around anymore and 
we would encounter each other only for a few seconds, walking 
down the street.  She'd say, "Hi, Ron!" enthusiastically, like 
she really was glad to see me, but she never ventured into my 
garage, or even my back yard.  Oh well, I thought to myself, I 
still have my memories of her wonderful young body, and the way 
she seemed to enjoy our experience together.  We sure did have 
our fun!

Then, many months later, a little after Becky's twelfth 
birthday, the first beautiful day of spring happened in early 
April.  I was outside, raking the winter debris from off of my 
lawn, when I saw Becky and Cindy ride by.  Cindy looked as 
little as she ever did, but when my eyes landed upon Becky, my 
heart skipped a serious beat.  She was wearing a little pair of 
blue shorts that fabulously showed off her legs; now, maybe 
it's because the long winter prevented me from seeing many bare 
legs, but the sight of her young thighs made me palpitate.  Her 
legs had definitely become more shapely during the long winter, 
and she seemed to have lost a lot of that baby fat that that 
made her look so immature.

As she dodged my piles of leaves on her bike, I raised my eyes 
to look at the rest of her young body.  She was wearing a tight 
white tee-shirt that revealed little of the plumpness that she 
had last year; her waist was slimmer, her arms and even her 
face were a little slimmer.  And her breasts, oh my, her cute 
little breasts had definitely grown during the winter.  Their 
shape was clearly visible through her tight tee-shirt, and she 
was wearing a bra that was obviously no longer for training 
purposes.  It was all I could do to keep from staring at her 
awakening body, transforming so gracefully and swiftly into 
adolescence.

As she skillfully avoided my piles of leaves, she looked at me 
and smiled.  "Hey, Ron.  How are you doing?"

"Great," I said, breaking out of the spell her young body had 
put me in.  "How are you?"

She smiled, and I was sure that she knew I'd been checking out 
her young body.  "I'm fine, too.  See ya!"  She quickly pedaled 
away after her friend.

As I finished up my raking, I was kicking myself for having 
stared at her like that.  What am I doing? I kept asking 
myself.  Who am I kidding?  I'm never going to see her naked 
again, so I may as well just keep my eyes in my sockets when 
she stops by; after all, I want to be her friend, and I don't 
want to seem obsessed.

But then, when I was hauling the last bags of leaves out to the 
back, I saw Becky riding her bike down the alley toward my 
house.  I went about my business, trying to act casual, but 
when she rode up into my driveway, my heart couldn't help but 
palpitate.  She cheerfully waved hello and got off her bike.

"Hey, Ron," she said, smiling.  "What you doing?"

"Bagging up the last of the leaves from my yard."

"Oh.  Well, you up for a break?"

"Sure."  Becky sat down in the grass.  "Do you want some water 
or something?"

"No, I'm fine," she said, smiling up at me.  I sat down next to 
her in the grass.

"So," she said, still smiling.  "Do you want to go in the 
garage?"  Suddenly I recognized her playful smile.  "You know, 
to... to play our game?"

"Sure," I said as carefully as I could.  I was excited, and I 
knew my voice was cracking.

"Come on!" she said, jumping up and running into the garage.  
Before I could even get the light turned on, she was already 
pulling her tee-shirt over her head.  She was wearing a very 
different bra now, clearly not a training bra.  It had a little 
bit bigger cups and more support from the elastic straps, and 
even in the bra her little breasts were bouncing with 
excitement.  Well, I thought, that's one major change:  They 
bounce now!  The bra was holding in two ripe little peaches 
that filled the cups out nicely, still rather pointy and cone-
shaped, but starting to become rounder, looking like a lot more 
than just two little mounds of baby fat.

She tossed her tee-shirt to the side and reached in front of 
her breasts to unclasp the bra.  "This kind of bra works so 
much easier," she said, "hooking here in the front."

With that, she opened her bra and exposed her beautiful little 
titties to me again.  I just stood and stared.  Her breasts had 
obviously developed some in the last seven or eight months; 
they were bouncing free from their bra as she tossed it aside.  
She also had substantially less baby fat than before, sliming 
down nicely in the waist, with maybe just a hint of adolescent 
widening in her hips.  But the nicest change, from my 
perspective, was the shape and size of her nipples.  They were 
no longer tiny points of pink topping the tips of her breasts; 
they were now substantial little nubs, not big at all, but 
distinct, noticeable, rising up above the white flesh of her 
breasts and ending with a firm, light-pink little stub.

I must of been staring for a while when Becky said, "Hey, 
aren't you going to, you know... Are you going to masturbate?"

"Uh, sure," I said, my trance broken by her words.  "If you 
want me to."

"I do.  I've been thinking all winter about the way you...  
whatever it is."  I could see that she was turning red in the 
face at her erotic admission.  "The way you come," she 
finished.

I quickly took my shoes and pants off, eager to join in the 
"game."  I stood still for a moment, letting Becky stare, wide-
eyed, at my throbbing cock, and then I started stroking myself.  
Becky stood before me, allowing me to stare at her beautiful 
young breasts as much as I wanted.  As I was stroking myself 
rather fervently, I asked Becky another question.

"Hey, Becky," I said as I masturbated, trying to keep my voice 
at an even pitch.  "Would you want to take your shorts off?"

She looked at me, startled, and it was clear that she had never 
contemplated this situation before.  "You mean, you want to 
look at me, totally naked?" she asked with a look of concern.

"No, no.  It was just an idea.  Forget it."

"No, it's O.K.  I'm just nervous, you know.  A little 
embarrassed."

"Why would you be embarrassed?" I asked.  The thought crossed 
my mind that maybe she still doesn't have any pubic hair, but I 
figured that was unlikely.

"You know, no one's ever seen my, well, seen me totally naked 
before."

"It's O.K.  It was just a stupid idea.  I'm sorry."

"Well, do you really want me to?  I mean I will, if you really 
want me to," she said, still looking concerned.

"You'd look very beautiful, Becky.  It'd be nice.  But only if 
you want to.  I don't want you to if you don't want to."

"Well, O.K.  I'll let you look for a little while, but only for 
a few seconds, O.K.?"

"O.K.," I said, my heart racing now.

Becky wrapped her thumbs under the elastic band of her shorts 
and started pulling them down.  She looked at me, smiling 
slightly, as she inched the waistband down, wrapping her thumbs 
under the hem of her panties, as well, when she encountered 
them.  When she had pulled them both down about five inches, 
the rising swell of her pubic mound clearly visible, I realized 
that she still hadn't revealed any pubic hair yet, and the 
thought again entered my head that maybe the young girl didn't 
have any.

But then she shimmied the elastic band over her buttocks and 
pulled her shorts down enough that I could finally see her 
little tuft of pubic hair, soft and dark blonde, disappearing 
into a triangle point between her legs.  The entire area 
covered by her tangled little tuft of hair couldn't have been 
more than a square inch or two.  I started stroking my cock 
again, tremendously excited at the vision of her young pussy 
hair.

"There," she said, looking down at herself.  "Can you see?"

"Well, sort of.  Most of it," I said breathlessly.

She looked up at me, smiling, and I could tell that she knew 
what I meant.  With her thumbs still wrapped in the waist band, 
she pulled her shorts down just a little more, maybe two inches 
below the point where her pubic hair disappeared between her 
legs.  Then, looking down at herself again, she opened her 
legs, just slightly, straining the elastic of her shorts and 
panties.  There, down between her legs, I could see a little 
tangle of pubic hair hanging down below her young pussy lips, 
concealing them somewhat, but I could still make out their 
contour, pink and puffing out slightly from her white skin.  I 
was in heaven, stroking on my penis and staring at this young 
girl's extraordinary little pussy.

After a few short moments, I could feel my orgasm beginning to 
well, when Becky said "O.K., that's all," and pulled her shorts 
back up.

"Oh, Becky," I said breathlessly, "I was almost ready to come!"  
I continued to stroke myself like mad.

"O.K., here," she said, pulling her pants down again and 
spreading her legs, even wider this time, and almost 
immediately I erupted, spewing my come everywhere in an 
incredible orgasm.

"Oh, God," I yelled, maybe a bit too loud, as my come 
splattered all over everything.  I had no control over myself, 
and a number of errant shots spewed on Becky, one striking her 
across the belly, another one covering her feet in my sticky 
goo.  When I was finally done erupting, my cock still 
twitching, I looked at Becky as she quickly pulled her pants 
back up.

"Sorry I made such a mess," I said.  "I didn't have any control 
over myself."

"Yeah, I noticed.  That's O.K., though.  It's kinda fun, I 
think, when you get it on me."  I handed her a rag and she 
wiped herself up, then put her bra and tee-shirt back on.

As she got onto her bike, she was smiling at me.  "I like our 
game, Ron.  Let's play again, O.K.?"

"Yeah, let's do," I said as she rode away.  I couldn't believe 
it; I was falling for this little twelve-year-old.  Sure, she 
still looked like a young girl in many ways, her bottle-bottom 
glasses and her snarly curls.  But she was developing rapidly, 
becoming a woman, and I was lucky enough to witness it as it 
happened.  I never thought about her little baby-fat titties 
anymore; all I could think about now was her womanly breasts, 
still quite little but blossoming, growing, changing; her tiny 
tangle of pubic hair, and her puffy little pussy lips.

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Part V

Throughout that summer, Becky would come over every two or 
three weeks to play our little "game."  We never planned to 
meet; she would just stop by when she was in the mood and we 
would quietly go into my garage.  She always took her shirt 
off, and eventually she usually would drop her pants for a 
while as well, if I begged her enough, waiting until I came 
before pulling them back up.  I had taken to almost always 
trying to ejaculate in her direction, and we started a little 
contest where she tried, rather ineffectually, to avoid each 
shot of come while I tried to get it on her; I usually won 
easily.  We had a lot of fun in that garage.

At one point in the Fall, after school had stared, Becky had 
just arrived at my house and we were sitting in the grass, 
talking, when she told me that she had exposed herself to some 
boys from her school.  "Me and Cindy were walking home from 
school and a bunch of boys, about five of them, came up and 
started telling me that I had the nicest tits in the seventh 
grade, and then they asked me if I would show them to them.  So 
I said, 'Sure,' and we went off into the woods by Jefferson 
park over there, and I pulled up my shirt and unhooked my bra 
and let them look at me.  They all just stood there, staring 
and giggling.  They told Cindy to pull her shirt up, too, but 
she really doesn't have anything, so she just turned red in the 
face and ran away.  Then one of the eighth graders, Jake, asks 
me to show them my pussy, so I said, 'No way!  You'd have to 
show me your dick first!'  So he goes, 'O.K.,' and then he did!  
He unzips his pants and pulls out his little boner!  I mean, it 
was hard and everything, but it was so small!  Yours must be 
five times bigger than his, Ron."

"Well, he's young, remember," I said.

"Yeah, but still.  He's such a geek!  So me and his friends 
just started laughing and he stuffed it back in his pants.  
Then he said that I owed him now, but I told him 'No way.  That 
was nothing.  That was way too small; I'm not showing you 
anything anymore after that.'  And I didn't.  Jake just ran out 
of the woods and the other guys all followed him, yelling stuff 
like 'pencil dick' at him.  It was funny."

"So, do you think you should be going into the woods with all 
those guys?" I admonished her.  "Do you think you should be 
exposing yourself like that?"

"I do it all the time with you!"

"Yeah, but that's different.  That's..."

"I think you're jealous!  You're jealous, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not jealous.  I'm just a little worried about you, 
that's all."

"Yeah, sure.  Come on, pencil dick.  Are you going to come into 
the garage with me, or what?"  She jumped up and started toward 
the garage.

"Hey," I said, jumping up after her, "you can't call me that!"

"I know.  Yours is more like a baseball bat," she said, smiling 
mischievously.  "Come on, I want to see it!"

Inside, I told her that if she wanted to see my "baseball bat," 
she'd have to take all of her clothes off this time.  She can't 
just pull down her pants a little and let me have a peek.  
"This time," I told her, "I want a good look."  I think maybe I 
was trying to get back at her for exposing herself to those 
boys; maybe I was a little jealous.

"O.K.," she said, looking demurely at me and unbuttoning her 
blouse.  In short order, she was pulling her jeans off and 
standing before me in nothing but her tight little panties.  
This was the first time that I had ever seen my sweet young 
friend in this state of undress, and it was extremely erotic.  
I again thought about how much she had changed in the last 
year; her waist was slimming nicely, her hips widening a bit, 
her breasts growing and maturing.  Though her body was still 
quite small, and her thick glasses and knarly hair persisted, 
most of her baby fat was gone and she was beginning to look 
more and more like a young woman.  "Now what do you want me to 
do?" she asked, standing almost naked in front of me.

"Take off your panties and lean against my work bench there, 
behind you."  She pulled off her underwear, revealing her 
fabulously tiny little patch of pubic hair, and leaned back, 
her butt against the bench.  "Now spread your legs, and I mean 
nice and wide this time," I said, smiling eagerly at her.

"Wide?  You mean like spread eagle?  No way!"

"Not spread eagle, silly.  Just open enough so that I can see 
you."

"Like this?" she asked, spreading her feet apart almost three 
feet.  She stood before me now, her twelve year old body 
completely nude, with her legs spread wide apart, and I was 
provided the most erotic view of the most beautiful pussy I had 
ever seen.  I could finally see all of her virginal little 
lips, swelling up from below her sweet patch of dark-blonde 
pubic hair; I could even see below them, to where her anus hid, 
still concealed inside the crack between her buttocks.  Her 
pussy was tiny and red, almost glowing, as it mounded up above 
the pale white skin of her inner thighs and buttocks.  The 
pubic hair that sparsely covered those fabulous lips was damp, 
sticking together from the wetness that was flowing out of her 
vagina.  "Is this good?" she asked, smiling seductively at me.

"Perfect," I responded as I started unbuckling my pants.  I 
tossed my clothes aside and walked up to her, wanting to make 
her look at my erect cock.  She stood, leaning against my bench 
and staring at my cock.

"God, that is so much bigger than Jake's," she said.  "I love 
it!"

I started stroking myself, staring at her young body so 
fabulously displayed for me.  "Oh, Becky," I said as my orgasm 
came out of me, "Oh my sweet little angel!"  I came right in 
front of her, my penis pointing right at her, and she didn't 
even try to get out of the way like she usually did.  She just 
cupped her hands over her pussy to prevent any accidents and 
let me pump my warm come all over her little body.  Her 
breasts, her arms, her feet, everything.

"Yeah," she said, still leaning against the bench when I had 
finished coming.  "That was great!"

Three days later, I was surprised to see Becky show up in my 
back yard again.  She never came over to see me so soon after 
one of our encounters, almost always waiting three weeks or 
more before she wants to play our game again.

"Hey, Becky!" I greeted her, "What you doing?"

"Oh, I just wanted to see you."

"Good," I said, and sat down in the grass with her.

"So," she said, seeming rather pensive compared to her usual 
excitable self.  "You know that guy Jake that I told you 
about?"

"Yeah."  I remembered the guy that had shown his "little boner" 
to her a few days ago.

"Well, he's been getting on me, you know, about letting him see 
my pussy.  He kept asking me about it.  So finally yesterday I 
told him 'O.K., but you have to show me yours, and I mean all 
of yours, not just pulling it out of your fly like you did the 
other day.'"

"So he goes, 'O.K.,' and so we went off to those woods by 
Jefferson Park.  I told him to go first so he unbuckles his 
pants and pulls them down and lets me see everything.  He was 
really hard, but still pretty small.  His balls were just tiny 
compared to yours, and he hardly has any hair.  Just a little 
bit."

"He's young.  It'll grow."

"So then I pulled down my pants and let him look at me.  He was 
really excited, you know, staring at me.  Then he asked me if 
he could touch it, so I said 'O.K., maybe just for a little 
while' and he reached down and I spread my legs a little wider 
and he touched me a little.  He just kind of ran his fingers 
around a little and then lifted them up to his nose and smelled 
them!  I thought that was really gross.  Then he asked me if I 
wanted to touch him, and I told him no and we both pulled our 
pants back up."

"Hey, you've never let me touch you before!" I protested.  
Maybe I did feel a little jealous.

"You never asked," she replied curtly.  

True enough, I thought to myself.  "So why didn't you want to 
touch him?"

"I don't know.  I was really nervous, you know, embarrassed, 
because I don't know what to do... when I touch it."

"Well, it doesn't sound like he knew what he was doing, 
either."

"No, he just wanted to smell it.  Gross!"

"Well, the smell is supposed to be really erotic, you know."

"What?  No way."

"Yeah, there's, like, chemicals, you know, hormones, that girls 
let off that make guys get excited."

"Really?  Weird."  She contemplated this for a second.  "So 
anyway, I was too nervous.  I think I feel a lot more 
comfortable with you..."  She looked up at me with a suggestive 
eye.

"Do you want to touch mine?" I asked her, my heart skipping as 
the words left my mouth.

"I think I would like to, if you want me to," she said.

"Let's go in the garage, O.K.?"

"O.K."

When we got in the garage, I quickly dropped my pants to show 
my huge erection to young Becky.  She reached out her little 
hand and tentatively touched my cock.  I just stood there 
staring at her excited face and let her lightly explore me, her 
fingers moving softly up and down, burrowing through my pubic 
hair, caressing my balls.  After a minute or two, I put my hand 
on her stomach and moved my fingers down under the waistband of 
her shorts.  She looked up at me and smiled, telling me with 
her expression that it was O.K., and I ventured my fingers 
lower, under her panties, until I felt the velvety softness of 
her little tuft of pubic hair.  Right on cue, she spread her 
legs just slightly and I plunged my fingers over her pubic bone 
and down below to her beautiful virgin pussy.

As my middle finger parted her lips and entered her, just a 
little, she closed her eyes and moaned, her hand wrapped around 
my cock and holding on to it for dear life.  I couldn't believe 
how wet her little pussy was; I don't know what I expected, but 
I really didn't think that a twelve-year-old could get so wet.  
I moved my finger between her lips, exploring, until I located 
her clitoris, just a tiny little nub, but erect and ready.  I 
swirled my finger around her little nub, rubbing it lightly, 
and she moaned, over and over.  It only took a few seconds for 
her young body to start to tremble, and she quickly had her 
first orgasm in my presence, shaking uncontrollably and quietly 
squeaking out a high-pitched tone.

When her orgasm was done, she looked up at me, smiling broadly.  
"Oh, that was great!  You're really good at that!"  I took my 
hand out of her pants.  "You can... you can smell your fingers, 
if you want," she said, smiling up at me, her eyes twinkling 
brightly through her thick glasses.  I lifted my fingers to my 
nose and took a deep breath.

She was still holding tightly to my cock, and her grip was 
starting to hurt a little.  "So, do you want to try to make me 
come?" I asked her.

"O.K."  She started stroking me, rather clumsily, so I 
instructed her a little in the mechanics of a hand job.  She 
seemed to take great interest in our little lesson, and after a 
few minutes of labor, she was finally ready to make me come.  

"Keep going," I told her.  "It won't be very long now!"  She 
pumped feverishly on my cock.  Then, after another excruciating 
minute, I finally came, spewing come all over.  She tried to 
aim the come away from her, but she hadn't been expecting it 
and the first big wad splashed against her face and in her 
hair.  Before she could jump out of the way, a second pump 
landed on her nice clean shirt.

When I was finally done coming, I pulled my pants back up.  
"Wow, Becky, that was great.  You did a great job!"

"Really?  Cool."

We went and laid out in the Autumn sun until her shirt had 
dried, then she got up and said goodbye.

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Part VI

The snow came early again, like it always does, and our Summer 
fun had to come to an end.  Becky still came to see me during 
the winter months, a couple of times, but she wouldn't even 
take her coat off.  We would just go into the garage and she 
would ask me to put my hand down her pants and make her come, 
and then I would drop my pants and she would give me a hand 
job.  The little twelve year old was getting pretty good at it, 
making me come after only two or three minutes of effort, and 
always remembering to aim the ejaculation away from her.

In February, Becky celebrated her thirteenth birthday.  I 
bought her a present, a copy of Shakespeare's "A Midsummer 
Night's Dream," and a few days later I had the opportunity to 
give it to her.  It was a beautiful day when she stopped by, 
and she was very excited about the book.

"Thanks!" she said, giving me a big hug.  I felt her body 
against me and realized that she was developing even more now.  
Her waist seemed slimmer and her bust was a little larger, and 
she was wearing her hair in a more fashionable style.  She was 
becoming a young woman, right before my eyes.

We went into the garage, like we always do, but Becky didn't 
take off her shirt or ask me to put my hand down her pants; she 
just stood there kicking the floor with her tennis shoe.

"What's up, Becky?" I asked her.

"Well, you know...  You know that boy, Jake?"

Jake again.  Interesting.  "Sure," I answered.

"Well, you know what?  We've... he's asked me out a couple of 
times.  Just to the movies and stuff."

"Really?" I said.  My heart was beating fast and light, 
nervous.  I kind of had a feeling that this was going to 
happen, that soon enough Becky would find herself a boyfriend 
and our little games would have to stop.

"Yeah," she said, looking up into my eyes through her thick 
glasses.  She looked very sad, and maybe a little nervous.

"So..." I hesitated, "well, congratulations!  That's really 
nice."

She just smiled softly at me.

"I suppose..." I wanted to say something, and I had a feeling 
that I knew what was making her so nervous.  "I suppose that 
our, well, our game will probably end now, since you have a 
boyfriend.  That's O.K., of course."  Actually, I felt some 
relief, thinking that our encounters would end.  I knew that 
Becky was becoming a woman now, and that she was also becoming 
more bold.  Soon enough, our bodies would overcome us and we 
would go too far.

She looked down at the ground.  "He's not my boyfriend.  We 
just went out a couple of times."  She looked back up at me, 
very sad.  "But, you know...  I just don't think he would like 
it if he knew... if he knew about us, about you and me."

"Becky, that's O.K.  It's fine, really.  We can stop.  Let's 
stop."

"But I don't want to stop!  I... I have so much fun!  I don't 
want to stop."  Tears were welling in her eyes as she looked 
back down at the ground.

"I think we probably should.  I mean, we... you're growing so 
much.  You becoming quite a beautiful woman, and you're going 
to want more, you know, and I'm going to want us to go too 
far."

"Yeah, I know."  She looked up at me and smiled.  I was so 
happy to see that smile!  "So it's O.K. with you?  It's O.K. if 
we stop?"

"Sure.  Of course it is."  She came over to me and we hugged 
each other tightly.  I tried hard not to think about her young 
body pressed up against me.  I've got to stop thinking of her 
like that.

As we hugged, she looked up at me.  "So you really think I'm 
becoming a beautiful woman?"

"Yes, you are.  You're quite a woman, and you're terribly 
beautiful."

"Thanks.  You're so sweet."  She paused, looking up at me.  "I 
always thought that you'd be my first, you know.  I always 
thought I'd have sex with you."

"Yeah, guess I always thought that, too."

"We still could, Ron.  I mean, I like Jake and I kind of want 
to go out with him, but I love you, and I think we could, just 
once, you know... just as friends.  For our last time.  It'd be 
really nice, I think."

"It's not a good idea, Becky.  You're too young for me."

"No I'm not!  I mean, I'm ready.  You know I'm ready.  And I 
know why you don't want to, because you could get in a lot of 
trouble.  But I won't tell anyone, ever.  I've been thinking 
about this a lot, and I think my mind is made up.  I'm ready."  
She paused.  "I promise I won't tell anyone, Ron.  And this 
will just be the only time.  Our last time.  O.K.?  For my 
birthday?"

I just stood there, quietly, not really knowing what to say.  
How could I turn down an offer like this from such a sexy 
little thirteen year old?  Finally, Becky broke the silence.  
"Would you like it if I took all my clothes off for you right 
now, just one last time?"

"That'd be nice," I answered.

We broke our hug and Becky stepped back.  Standing only two 
feet in front of me, the young woman took off her jacket, then 
her blouse, then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the 
ground.  Her little breasts, still small but fuller now, round 
and plump, bounced as she took off her bra, then hung down 
beautifully as she bent over to unbutton her pants.  I realized 
that her waist was truly slim and gorgeous now, her arms and 
face and neck were slender and exquisite.  She quickly dropped 
her pants and pulled her panties off, then spread her legs and 
put her arms out to her side.  "There," she said triumphantly.

I noticed immediately that she had considerably more pubic hair 
than the last time I saw her naked.  Her little patch had 
spread up her pubic mound, covering it now entirely in her 
downy, dark blonde fur, still just a little triangle, but 
womanly, tantalizingly lush and full.  I eyed her body closely, 
up and down, and I realized that she was truly ravishing now.  
There was nothing left of that little girl that I had first 
seen in the woods, taking off her training bra two years 
earlier.  Her waist was thin, her hips were wider, she had no 
more baby fat left on her at all.  Her hair, her face, 
everything about her had changed in those two short years.  She 
was a woman now, still small and not completely finished 
developing, but also not a little girl at all anymore.  I was 
going to miss her womanly body, and I wanted to memorize every 
feature, to commit her fully to my brain.

After standing before me for a few minutes, enjoying my longing 
gaze, she said, "Come on, you should take your pants off now."

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants and underwear and 
walked over to Becky.  Putting my hands around her waist and 
hips, I directed her backwards to my workbench, then lifted her 
up onto the bench so that her small, young body was sitting in 
front of me.  With my hips in between her knees, I pushed 
towards her, forcing her legs to spread open.  My hands still 
on her waist, I pulled her into me until the tip of my cock 
made contact with her soft pubic hair, and then I wrapped my 
arms around her in a strong hug, and gave her a kiss.  "Are you 
sure you want to do this?" I asked her when our lips broke 
their contact.

"Yes.  Let's do it," she said, wrapping her slender arms around 
me.

"It'll hurt, you know," I said as I grasped my cock and 
directed it downward to her pussy lips.  The tip of my cock 
parted her little lips as I wedged it into her, and I could 
suddenly feel the warmth and wetness of her young vagina.  I 
looked into her eyes, still hidden behind her thick glasses, 
and she was wide-eyed, a little worried.  Using my hand, I 
continued to push my cock in between her pussy lips, until the 
entire head of my penis had disappeared into her adolescent 
flesh and I encountered the tight skin of her hymen.  She 
winced as I pushed against it, and I relaxed a little.  "Does 
it hurt?" I asked her.  "Are you sure you want me to keep 
going?"

"I... I think you're too big to fit in me," she said 
breathlessly.

"I'll stop, O.K.?"

"No, no.  Keep trying.  It doesn't hurt so much."

Still using my hand for added force, I pressed my cock into her 
again, and I could feel her tight hymen starting to give way, 
starting to tear aside and let me into her virginal flesh.

"Oh," she cried, "that hurts!"

"Should I stop?"

"No!" she cried again.  "No," more softly this time.  So I 
pushed harder, using my hips and my hand to force me in, to 
penetrate into her further.  I could feel the flesh inside her 
tearing away as I watched my cock disappear between her wet 
pussy lips, one inch, two inches, then three inches inside her.  
Her lips were so tight around me it seemed like they were 
clamping down on my cock, like they were pulling, sucking me 
into her, like they were part of a powerful, glorious orifice 
from some strange creature that lived deep inside her 
unpenetrated little pussy, waiting finally to be feed after so 
many, many years.

I could feel the muscles of her pussy clenching down on me as I 
slowly pulled my hips back again and took my hand out of the 
way, then pushed into her, this time sliding effortlessly past 
her hymen and into her wet vagina, my balls coming to rest 
against her buttocks as my cock filled her up entirely.  Her 
little pussy was so strong, so tight, that I could feel it 
squeezing me, massaging me; it was the most incredible 
experience I have ever had.

"Oh, God," she said, looking at me with intense passion.  "Oh, 
God, you're so huge!  You're in me, aren't you?  You're in me 
all the way!"  I reared my hips back again, then shoved myself 
back into her wet pussy and we started making love, my hips 
powerfully pushing me into her, and her hips answering my 
thrust by shoving towards me, providing even deeper access to 
the inside of her thirteen year old body.

After I had pumped into her tight pussy for what seemed to be 
an eternity, I could finally feel my orgasm beginning, deep 
inside me.  "Oh, Becky," I moaned as I wrapped my arms around 
her back and held her tightly, taking her entirely, not letting 
her move at all while I rammed over and over into her young 
body, forcing myself as deeply into her pussy as I could.  
Finally I came, holding her motionless while I pushed into her 
with my powerful hips, driving further into her than I had ever 
been before.  I held her in place, my entire cock impaling her 
as deeply as her immature pussy would allow, waiting for the 
last glorious second before I finally exploded, shooting my 
first giant load of come deep into her.  Then I reared back and 
rammed into her again, deeper even still, and unloaded another 
huge shot of come.  Over and over I rammed and rammed into her, 
coming, until I was finally spent.

I waited for a moment, holding Becky tightly as I caught my 
breath, and then I gingerly removed my penis from her vagina.  
It was crimson red with the color of her blood.  I couldn't 
believe that I had done this, that I had just made love to a 
thirteen year old.  "Are you O.K.?" I asked, looking into her 
little blue eyes behind her thick glasses.

She smiled sweetly.  "It hurt a little, but I'm fine.  It was 
nice."

"Thanks, Becky," I said, "And happy birthday!"  I looked at 
her, smiling.

"Oh, that's the best birthday present I've ever gotten, Ron.  
I'll never forget it."

"Even when you're with Jake?" I asked, maybe still a little 
jealous.

"Jake?" the naked girl said.  "I don't want to be with him.  I 
want to be with you."

"But we said this was the last time, right?"

"I know."  She looked at me as a tear rolled down her cheek.  
"I'll miss our game a lot, Ron.  Too much."

We hugged, then kissed just briefly, and she cleaned herself 
up, put on her clothes, and quietly rode her bike away.

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Epilogue

I still see Becky in the neighborhood a lot, and we have a very 
special relationship.  We're still good friends, although she 
has never stopped by my garage again.  But I will always 
remember her wonderful body, how I got to watch it develop, how 
I got to watch her little baby fat titties turn into plump, 
womanly breasts, how her chubby, girlish body slowly 
disappeared, replaced by a thin, womanly waist and an 
adolescent's widening hips, how her sparse pubic hair had 
turned into a lush, womanly mound, and how her attitude, indeed 
her entire outlook on life, had changed as well.  She had 
entered my garage as a little girl, just beginning her first 
inquisitive look into the world of womanhood, but when she left 
me for the last time, she had stepped over that threshold, 
standing clearly on the other side.  Becky was indeed a woman 
now.