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 Subject: J-Girls...Part 9 (repost)



   9-Pins and Needles, Needles and Pins



   The next morning, I came downstairs to find everyone else already up and
having breakfast.  The girls were seated around the kitchen table, talking
and giggling and stuffing cereal down.  Sue was puttering around at the
stove. When I entered the room, Vanessa looked up and gave out with a
greeting so cheery, that the others looked at her instead of me.  "Hi, Mr.
Danvers."



   Everyone seemed normal for that time of day, except Vanessa.  She looked
like she'd just been selected for sainthood, or something.  She was
literally glowing and it was plain, at least to me, why this was so.  She
must have enjoyed our little get-together much more than I thought, and it
still showed on her face.  Not only that but she gave me such an adoring
look that I was embarrassed.  Sue noticed it, too; and I could almost see
the questions forming in her mind.

   What could I say?  I certainly wasn't going to tell my wife why I
thought the girl was lit up like a neon sign.  So we got through breakfast
and the girls went off to school.  As I was leaving, Sue asked me about
Vanessa.  I knew she would.  "You seem to have made quite an impression on
our exchange student.  What did you do, promise to get her out of homework
for the rest of the year?"

   With a somewhat nervous laugh, I denied having any influence with the
school board.  "No, I didn't."

   "Well, she obviously thinks you're special.  That was some look she gave
you."

   I was trying to make light of it, so as to throw Sue off the scent.  She
was making me nervous with this line of questioning.  "Yeah, Well, some of
us have it and some of us don't.  You know how that works."

   "I know how it works," she replied.  Now what did she mean by that?

   Still trying to deflect her questions...  "Actually, Mindy told me a
couple of weeks ago that the girl thought I was nice.  Maybe she's got a
crush on me."

   "Really?  Then I better not leave you two alone.  She's very pretty."

   Now I was the one with questions.  I wanted to dig into this a bit
deeper, to find out just what Sue was getting at.  Was she just trying to
be funny, or did she know something?  Sometimes it's better to leave things
alone.  This was one of those times.  Ignoring her last remark, I kissed
Sue goodbye and made my way downtown.

   On the drive in to town I reviewed recent events.  Things certainly were
different from what they were just a few months ago.  Funny.  All through
school, and even in college, I wasn't one of those guys who could charm a
girl's pants off just by smiling at her.  Until I met Sue, I'd never had
sex with a girl on a regular basis.  It was always a sometime kind of
thing, Nothing you could count on.  Now, besides my wife, two lovely young
girls were at my disposal.  Not only that but who knew what was waiting in
this JSC Mindy had gotten me into?  Where pussy was concerned, it seemed I
had hit the jackpot.  As if all this were not enough, there was also Polly.

   Ah, yes.  Polly.  By this time, I'd fooled around with her several more
times and she was turning out to be an interesting little playmate.  Pity,
I didn't have more time for her.  How old did a girl have to be before you
could do it to her, anyway?  I'd taken Mindy on her eleventh birthday and I
believe I could have done it to her sooner.  Vanessa was a few months older
than Mindy but with lots more experience.  Her father must have broken her
in when she was quite young.  Polly would be ten on her next birthday, in
September.  Perhaps then I might try her.



   It was also around this time that I recognized myself as being
hopelessly obsessed with female children.  The lovely, little creatures
were like a rare wine, that I was coming to appreciate more and more.  Sex
with a young girl was nothing like sex with a woman.  After doing it with
three different girls, I could see that despite their similarities, each
one offered something unique.  What would it be like to bed more than one
at a time?

   Such preoccupations were not conducive to safe driving.  A near
collision, when I almost missed seeing someone pull out in front of me, was
enough to wake me up.  I was near my downtown office and it was time to
start thinking about the business of the day.

   When I returned home early that evening, Sue was just putting the
finishing touches on our supper.  Our first true meal with Vanessa as a
member of our family.  It gladdened my heart to have her pretty face
smiling at me from across the table.  She ate in small, dainty bites and
constantly wiped her mouth on her napkin.  Sue reported on the events of
the day, and Polly and Suzy also made their contribution to the family
conversation.

   To tell you the truth, Sue could have informed me they'd discovered oil
in our backyard and I wouldn't have been impressed.  For me it was more
important to count the number of times Vanessa chewed before swallowing. 
Every move she made was worthy of intense scrutiny.  There was just a hint
of an accent in her voice.  It sounded sort of British, or was it Scottish?
It wasn't there all the time.  Just certain words.  I hung on her every
utterance, waiting to hear that echo from whatever far away paradise she
came from.

   I brought work home to be finished in my office, but it went untouched.
I could not bear for Vanessa to be out of my sight.  Don't ask me what we
did the rest of that evening.  I don't remember.  Considering Sue's remarks
at breakfast that morning, I did feel it unwise to risk another late night
sojourn to Vanessa's bed.

   The week slipped by much faster than I wanted.  On the next night I was
late coming home.  An office meeting that seemed never to end, and then the
abominable traffic.  Sue had already fed the children and cleaned up the
dishes by the time I made it to the house.  A brief hour or so of watching
Vanessa watch TV and that was it.  Sue was aware of my interest in the
golden girl.  Every once in awhile I could feel Sue watching me.  She had
caught onto something and was not likely to let it go.  That was her way.
Thus, I again decided to hold myself in check.  The next day was Wednesday
and Sue had no business appointments for the rest of that week.  It looked
like I'd already had my one and only fling with Vanessa.  I was getting
desperate.  On Friday evening we were scheduled to meet at a local pizza
parlor.  Everyone would be there.  Over pepperoni and cheese, the girls
would be reunited with their families.

   And so it turned out, because of time and circumstance, that I was
unable to enjoy Vanessa anymore that week.  We did talk a bit, when I could
get her alone, but it was only for a few minutes here and there.  Still,
these brief conversations were informative.  She filled me in on the JSC,
and then, later, in a meeting with her father, I was able to work out the
arrangements for Mindy and I to participate.