Tobias Smith pushed the thick needle through the leather strap, pulled the thick string along with the needle, pushed it back through again. Over and over, he poked the needle through the leather and pulled it taut, affixing the necessary padding to the harness and making it doubly secure. He'd already poked his finger three times and it hurt like a son of a bitch but he had to do it, out of professional obligation. He wasn't even being paid, for god's sake, but he had to do it. Once he finally had the padding sewn into place, he held it up and looked at it and shook his head distastefully. Well, it'll have to do.

Tobias had the perfect job, at least by some accounting. "Principal Union Technician" at a major downtown theater in a major metropolitan area; it sure sounds impressive, doesn't it? And he'd worked on some of the greatest runs in the theater business, all the best Shakespeare plays, some fantastic touring Broadway hits, and a whole lot of famous musical acts. But the art scene in this town was slowly dying. The benefactors of yesteryear were all gone, replaced by entrepreneurs more interested in making the next lease payment on their private jet than pouring money into an old theater in a dying downtown. Tobias often found himself lately wishing that he'd chosen some other career path. This one was looking more and more like a dead end that wouldn't last much longer.

He set down the contraption he was working on, sucked at his injured finger for a moment, then grabbed his jacket and headed out the door to the pub down the street.

"How's it going, Toby?" a kindly voice asked. "You're looking down."

He pulled his eyes away from the bottom of his pint of beer and looked over at the woman who had sat down heavily on the stool next to him.

"Rough day?" she asked.

"Rough life," he answered, but he said it with a smile. Katie always knew how to make him smile. "How's the little one?"

The woman patted her big round belly. "Kicking like crazy! She's so ready to come out of here!"

"Well, you look beautiful, Katie," he said.

She gave him her magical smile. "You flatterer! So what's got you down, love?"

"Eh, just a sucky run at the theater," he answered. He lifted his finger in the air to show her his wound. "Been trying to fix the harness for Tinkerbell all night."

"Oh, poor Toby," she said, and she took his hand and gave his wound a little kiss. "Harness?"

"Yeah, for the flying."

"Flying? That sounds interesting."

"I suppose. We've got this girl cast as Tinkerbell, this kid, and she flies around a lot in the script, and the prick that runs the show won't cough up the money to buy a harness that'll fit her. So I'm trying to fix up one of our old harnesses."

"You got a kid as Tinkerbell? Don't they usually just have a fake Tinkerbell, like just a spotlight or something?"

"Well, yeah, they usually do, but this is the 'Disney Peter Pan,'"--the phrase dripped with sarcasm as he said it--" so they decided to cast a real kid this time."

"Ummhumm," she said. "You need some food? Hey Seamus," Katie yelled to the bartender, "get Toby here some food! So is the Tinkerbell girl cute?" Her eyes laughed at the question. She knew from personal experience that Tobias's taste in women ran a little young.

"Whadda want, Toby?" the bartender asked.

"I dunno, get me a cheeseburger, OK?" he answered. "Meh, she's just a self-centered spoiled brat like every kid actor you ever meet."

"I suppose, but maybe all she needs is a big strong stage hand to help her bring out her sweet side."

Tobias laughed. "Maybe so!"

"It worked for me, you know," Katie said to him with a little smile.

He smiled back. "Well, I suppose she is kinda cute. She's a little black girl."

"Tinkerbell's a black girl?"

"Yeah, I guess ticket presales were a bit slow so they decided to try to cash in on the minority buying power. Our run of Wilson's Fences was huge last year."

"Seems kind of exploitative of the girl, doesn't it?"

"Show business? Exploitative? No way!" A plate with a cheeseburger and fries slid onto the counter in front of Tobias.

"Thanks, Seamus," he said.

"Yep," the bartender answered.

"But at least the kid can act," Tobias said to Katie as he stuffed a french fry in his mouth. "I gotta give her props for that. She's got a pretty impressive resume, really, which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for the girl they cast as Wendy. I'm not sure how she got the gig. She must give good head."

The lady smiled. "Well, maybe you'll get to take advantage of that skill. It is something you enjoy, if I remember rightly."

Tobias snorted. "I suppose I can't be picky, but she's not my type."

Katie patted him on the knee. "My Tobias, always looking for the perfect girl."

"Oh, I already found her. Just my luck, she's married to my barkeep."

"You're such a sweetheart," Katie said, then groaned as she started to get off the stool. "Sounds like maybe Tinkerbell'll make the production worth the effort?"

Tobias jumped up and offered his hand to help the pregnant woman stand. "Maybe so, maybe so."

As he watched her walk to the kitchen again, he found that he felt a little bit better about his sucky life. Katie had a way of doing that for him.

---===oOo===---

"No," Anishia Blackwell said.

Everyone in the room looked at the girl who would be Tinkerbell, and the director raised his eyebrows. He'd just handed out stage instructions for the flying rehearsals that were to start in a couple of days, and he'd assigned his own son, a zit-faced twenty-something that hadn't a stitch of experience and was not a union technician, principal or no, to be in charge of Tinkerbell's hoist.

"What's that?" the director asked, sounding confused. It wasn't that hard to confuse him, to be honest. He wasn't a smart man.

"No," the girl said again. "Tobias runs mine."

Tobias was stunned. He knew she'd been nearby with her mother a few days earlier when he argued with the director about her harness, when he told the director that they needed to find a new one for the girl because all the ones they had were too big for her. They'd probably heard the director condescendingly tell Tobias that he surely could make the harness work, if he just put a little time and effort into it. But he'd never guessed that Little Miss Perfect had even noticed that he was the only one that seemed to care about her safety at all.

"Tobias?" Clearly the director did not know who Tobias was, despite having worked with him on at least a dozen productions.

"Tobias," the girl repeated with a sense of self-assured finality. For the first time, he saw her precociousness in a slightly different light, and he couldn't help feeling a little prideful. Maybe she wasn't such an annoying kid after all? Maybe he'd misjudged her?

"But Jeremy is..." the director begin to object.

"I am sure he is talented at something," Anishia interrupted with an air of supreme condescension, sitting up with her back very straight and her broad nose in the air. "But he will not run my hoist. Tobias will run mine."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the air, as everyone in the room--the director and his son included--knew instantly two things: First, the child was a prima donna of an extraordinary nature, willing to make whatever demands she wished, and fully expecting them to be fulfilled. And, at the same time, she was absolutely right; of course she was. No way in hell should she put her life and limb in the power of some talentless silly boy just because he's the director's son. She chose the best technician in the house, and she knew it, and so did everyone else. They also all knew that she was going to get exactly what she wanted. There was no doubt about that.

The director cleared his throat, looked apologetically at his son, and said, "OK, Tobias, here's your assignment." It was clear from the way he waved the piece of paper in the air that he had no idea who he was actually talking to.

After rehearsal that evening, when her mother was there to pick her up, Tobais showed them the retro-fitted harness. "I took in a lot of the leather," he said, holding the strange octopus-like contraption up, "and readjusted the padding. The padding is really important because Tinkerbell's in the air so much, you don't want it to chafe."

"Thank you, Mr. Smith," Mrs. Blackwell said to him with a genuinely gracious smile. Her kind words caused him to pause for a moment and look a bit closer at her. And he did like what he saw; her skin was a few shades darker than Anishia's and he wondered for a moment if maybe the girl's father was white. The mother was a fine looking woman, shapely and athletic with an intelligent and professional air about her.

"Oh, no problem," he answered after a barely noticeable pause, "it's my pleasure. I won't have a kid get hurt on my watch." He saw Anishia give something of a self-satisfied grin. He could tell that she knew she'd made the right choice when she demanded that Tobias operate her hoist.

"So," he said to her mother, "we're supposed to start flying rehearsals on Thursday and I'd love a chance to work out some of the bugs before then. Any chance she can stay late after rehearsal tomorrow, so we can try this thing out?"

"Certainly," her mother said. "Shall I pick her up an hour later? Will that be enough time?"

"Yeah, that'll work. Now, when she has her costume on, the harness will be underneath it, so it's important that she wears the right..." He paused, feeling a bit embarrassed about what he was about to say. "...the right underwear."

Anishia grinned, apparently finding his discomfort at the topic humorous. The woman, though, just made the same gracious smile. "What would you recommend, Mr. Smith?"

"Something light, so she doesn't get too hot under her costume, but it's still got to be enough to cover her skin where the straps will go." He held the contraption out and tried to demonstrate what he was talking about. "A cotton teeshirt? And maybe a pair of shorts?"

"That sounds good, Mr. Smith," her mother said. "And thanks again for all your efforts."

"No problem at all."

And so it was that he was standing the next evening after rehearsal with the little twelve-year-old acting prodigy, reaching around her skinny body in very intimate ways to attach the harness's leather straps, as she stood wearing nothing but a thin white cotton teeshirt and a pair of pajama shorts. The shirt clung tightly to her body, frighteningly tightly for Tobias. It left nothing at all to the imagination. He'd noticed before, when he would stand and watch her recite her lines so skillfully, that she was at that remarkable time in a young girl's life when her body was just beginning to change, in the most fascinating and captivating ways, and he'd wondered what she really looked like underneath her schoolgirl jumper she usually wore to afternoon rehearsals.

But now they stood there alone together in the empty auditorium, and, right in front of him without a concern in the world, the girl had slid her pajama shorts up under her pleated skirt, then pulled the skirt off, and then unbuttoned her blouse and took it off while he just stood there gape-mouthed like a moron and trying hard, far too hard, to pretend he wasn't staring at the two most adorable mounds of baby fat in the entire world, sweet little preteen breasts poking out from underneath her thin cotton shirt and jiggling bralessly as the blouse came off.

She looked up at him, clearly noticing despite his efforts that he was staring, and she blushed, her dark cheeks reddening just ever so slightly.

He had to pass the last of the leather straps between her legs, God damn it! and she stood there and grinned at how clearly uncomfortable he was about the whole thing. But once that strap was buckled, he was done.

"There," he said, standing up. "Is it tight enough?" He took ahold of the hook on the back and gave it a little tug. "Does it seem secure?"

She shivered her muscles to try to loosen the straps. "Seems OK."

"OK, seems good to me, too. Are you comfortable? Ready to give it a shot?"

She smiled at the man's cautious concern for her, and nodded.

They sat together on the front skirt of the stage after they'd finished their extra rehearsal that day, swinging their legs together in time as they waited for her mother to arrive. He couldn't help looking at her in a very different light; she'd done remarkably well in the difficult task of learning how to fly. Flying on stage is a strange art form and involves careful interaction between the actor and the hoist operator and he had been terribly concerned that she would be uncooperative and there would be serious problems, particularly since in this production, Tinkerbell spent so much of her time on stage up in the air.

But it had gone wonderfully. She took his advice with ease and added her own touch of playfulness, at least once she'd gotten used to it, and Tobias was very impressed indeed.

"So the harness worked out?" he asked her as they sat there on the skirt together, swinging their legs. He stared at her face. It was the prettiest thing! Round and full-cheeked, in some ways it had the feel of a little girl's face, which was accentuated by the curls of light brown hair that hung around it in a raggedy ann sort of way. In fact, that was it! She looked like a doll! The most adorable mahogany dark-skinned doll you have ever seen.

She looked at him and smiled, obviously aware that he had been staring. That's when he noticed her eyes, dark obsidian contrasting with bright white. They were soul-catchers, those eyes.

Jesus Christ, Smith, snap out of it!

"Yeah, it worked fine," she answered his query, although he was having a hard time remembering what he asked.

"No... chafing?"

"Um... Not that I noticed."

"Good! You tell me if you have any problems with it and I'll take care of them, OK?"

She gave him the prettiest doll-smile. Man, Tobias was becoming smitten. "Thanks," she said.

"O' course," he answered. They sat on the stage skirt swinging their legs in silence for a while. He wanted to say something, anything, to keep the conversation going, if only to see that beautiful smile again. "How's school?" he asked her. "It must be hard to keep up with your homework and everything, when you're in a play like this."

Anishia sat up straight. Tobias couldn't help looking for just a split second at her thin chest, her little joys hidden now beneath her schoolgirl blouse that she'd put back on after the flying lesson, but suddenly partially visible because of her new posture. "Oh," she said with a different sort of smile, not the cute girl smile he'd come to love but prideful now, even condescending. "I'm the smartest kid in my grade, so it's easy for me."

He managed to smile at her answer, but he knew it was something more of a smirk. The girl noticed, too. She slouched slightly. "I mean..." She sat up straight again. "I don't mean to sound stuck up or anything. It's just the truth. I'm the best student in my class."

"Hey," he responded, "it's good to be proud of yourself. I can tell you're incredibly smart."

She smiled at him. There it is! That beautiful smile again! "So, you're cute, smart, and a brilliant actor!" he said. "The complete package!" It was probably a little flirtier than he ought to be, but he couldn't help himself. He could see her adorable round brown doll-like cheeks get flush.

"I think most people here don't like me," she said. Her sweet smile was gone.

Almost unintentionally, he reached out and put his hand on her knee. "Well, you've got one admirer, at least," he said.

And to his delight, she smiled again.

"You seem to be in a better mood, Toby," Katie said to him as they sat together at the bar later that evening.

"Yeah, had a good day," he answered.

"Good! This wouldn't have anything to do with the girl that's playing Tinkerbell, would it?" He had to smile. Katie knew him so well! "Or maybe you found out just how well Wendy did on her orals?"

"No, definitely not Wendy."

"OK, then, Tinkerbell it is!"

"She insisted that I operate her hoist when she's flying," he explained. "Told the director that it had to be me. It was the most adorable thing."

"Of course she did. She knows what she's doing. I bet she has a crush on you!"

"I'll drink to that!" he said, and downed the rest of his beer. "Well, I better head home. Busy day tomorrow."

He helped Katie stand, gave her a peck on the cheek, and headed out the door.

---===oOo===---

Tobias and Anishia stayed late after rehearsal the next couple of days to practice flying, working out all the kinks and getting her used to the strange motions in the air. She'd figured out the weirdness of the harness, and she could swing around now, and turn and piroette, and the two of them began to get into synch with each other so that he would lift the hoist or swing it out while she dipped and glided at the same time. It was really starting to work well and he was excited to find out how it would go when all the principals were flying at the same time. That big rehearsal was the next day, and they were sitting now on the skirt of the stage waiting for her mother to pick her up, going over the stage directions.

"Mainly look out for the other actors in the air at the same time as you,' he told her, pointing to one scene in the script where everyone would be in the air at the same time. "Most of them will have no idea what they're doing so just stay out of their way and you'll be fine. I'll do my part too."

"I know you will!" she said with her pretty grin.

"And I know you'll do great," he said back with his own grin.

"So," she said, only now beginning to button her schoolgirl blouse after taking It off for their latest round of flying lessons; he had a sneaking suspicion that she liked the way he looked at her chest and had left her shirt open for a little while after rehearsal so that he could have a bit more time to enjoy the view. He particularly liked the way her little breasts jiggled In her tight cotton undershirt when she laughed. He tried to say lots of funny things. "So," she said, "Jenny says that Dmitri is gay."

They'd taken to doing a little bit of gossiping about the other people in the play during the last couple of days when they were waiting for her mother to pick her up. But this was a new piece of gossip he hadn't heard Anishia say before. Not that it was much of a surprise. Dmitri, the man they cast as Peter Pan, was a diminutive Russian ballet star who was struggling to get rid of his thick accent, and was obviously as gay as Liberace.

"Jenny?" he replied, unaware of who she was.

"Yeah, she's one of the lost children. We're kinda friends."

"So she says he's gay, huh?"

"Yeah. It seems like it, doesn't it?"

Tobias nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is. No big deal though, right? 'To each their own,' I say."

"Yeah, I agree." Anishia sat swinging her legs contemplatively for a moment. "She also told me that she saw Bridget and Mr. Johnson..." her voice faded before she finished telling him what Jenny saw.

"Yeah?" He was intrigued. Bridget was the bimbo cast as Wendy, and Mr. Johnson was the director of the play.

"They were..." Her pretty cheeks flushed again.

"What?"

"I'm not sure... Jenny's way older than me, she's like fifteen, and she talks dirty sometimes. She says dirty stuff."

"Were they having sex?" he asked.

"Well, I guess, I mean, not really..." Anishia paused for a moment. "But she was, I guess, using her mouth? Jenny said said she was sucking his, you know...'" She kind of pointed down at Tobias's crotch.

"She was sucking his cock?" Tobais said, finding that he enjoyed speaking so directly to the girl.

Her brown face was bright red now. "Yeah, waddaya call it? A 'blow job,' right?"

"A blow job, right."

Anishia was quiet for a little while.

"Does that bother you?" Tobias asked her. "Do you think it's wrong for a girl to do that?"

"No," she answered rather quickly, her face even redder. "But I don't know why she'd do it with him. He's kinda gross."

"Some girls do that kind of thing because they think it'll help their career or whatever."

"Yeah, I've heard about that," she said.

Tobias decided to take the conversation another step, to see just where it might lead. The girl seemed a little nervous, and he couldn't help thinking that maybe her interest in the subject was more than mere gossip about Wendy.

"Some girls," he said, "just do it to be nice, you know? To help the guy out."

"To be nice?"

"Yeah, you know, they know guys like it and... and some girls just like being generous and like to help the guy out. Maybe that's what Bridget was doing? Just being nice and helping him out?"

She nodded, then sat quietly, apparently absorbing it all in and thinking something. Tobias could feel his heart racing. He was trying to decide whether to nudge the girl in the direction he was hoping the conversation was going.

"Well," he finally said, "I know I like it when girls help me out that way."

"Yeah?" She didn't look at him. She seemed so sweetly nervous, he was certain he knew where he could take this if he tried.

"Yeah."

He waited to see if she would say anything more, and finally she did. "I think I'd like to try it, sometime," she said, very quietly, still not looking at him. "I mean, not with Mr. Johnson, he's gross, but.."

"But with someone else?"

She didn't respond, just sat quietly with her face red.

He decided it was time to go for broke. "Would you like to try it with me sometime?" he asked her. "I could show you what to do."

The beautiful little girl finally looked up at him with her lips pursed, and nodded.

"I'd like that, Anishia," he said.

She gave him her sweet little smile.

---===oOo===---

Flying rehearsal with all the leads the next day was an unmitigated disaster. Wendy, being piloted now by the incompetent director's son, crashed twice into Peter Pan, leaving her with a bruised lip. People watching in the auditorium were actually laughing. The girl stormed off the set after rehearsal, and whether from the bruised lip or the bruised ego, Tobias had a feeling the director was not going to be finding his pleasure in her mouth again any time soon. The fate for the actor playing John Blessing, Wendy's younger brother, was in some ways even worse; a myriad of complications presented themselves with his harness and hoist, and he was barely even able to get off the ground. Tobias had to spend a lot of time intervening, helping to figure out what the problems were.

Tinkerbell, however, was of course exquisite. She floated through the air just exactly like a little fairy ought, reciting her lines to perfection along the way, avoiding all the calamities around her with the help of Tobias operating the hoist. He'd arranged the night before with her mother to have her stay late after rehearsal again to work out the kinks, although he knew at the time that there would probably be no kinks to work out. She was nearly perfect, and so much better than all the other actors that it was frankly laughable. He'd also offered to give her a ride home, since he knew her mother had two other children to look after and no help from the girl's absentee father. Mrs. Blackwell was quite pleased at the offer.

"You know, Mr. Smith," she had said, "so many of the people we meet in this business have such little concern for Anishia other than what she can give them, it is a joy to find someone who is willing to help her like you are."

He felt a pang of guilt as he heard her say those words, since he was most certainly interested in what Anishia might give him, even perhaps that very night after the flying rehearsal. Although he suspected it wasn't exactly what the woman meant.

"Well," he said, "I think the world of her."

Mrs. Blackwell had reached a hand out and set it on his arm. "You are a very kind man," she said with a little smile. He couldn't help but think that she was flirting with him, and he looked back at her and wracked his brain to come up with an appropriate response.

"I think you must be a very good mother, to have raised someone as remarkable as her," he said.

The woman smiled and blushed just like her daughter, and Tobias realized that she actually looked a lot like Anishia--a couple shades darker but with the same round doll-like face and the same beautiful dark eyes.

"Thanks again Mr. Smith," she said.

"Please, call me Tobias."

The woman giggled just a little. "Tobias. Yes, that's what 'Nisha calls you. And you call me Maria, OK?"

"Definitely!"

Anishia had looked at him with a sardonic expression. He could tell that she knew her mother was flirting with him, and that he was flirting back. He wasn't sure if this actually bothered her, any more than any twelve year old would be bothered by watching her mother flirting with any man.

At any rate, this left Anishia and Tobias alone in the auditorium once again, and this time without any time constraints nor any need for extra rehearsal. Tobias knew exactly what he wanted to do with their spare time, and was quite pleased to find that Anishia seemed to have the same thoughts as him. As soon as the last stragglers had cleared out, he took her hand and hurriedly led her to the dressing room.

"Anishia, would you want to..." he started saying when the door was closed behind them.

"Yes!" she interrupted, big brown eyes shining excitedly, before he could even finish asking. He grinned involuntarily, and she blushed at her silly enthusiasm. "So... do I... should I...?"

He didn't have to tell her to kneel, she was already sinking down in front of him. On her knees now, she immediately started fumbling with the button on his pants.

"Here, let me help," he said, and she looked up at him as he finished unfastening them.

"Thanks, I'm..." she stammered, "I'm, I don't really know..."

"I'll show you what to do, 'Nisha," he said.

"OK."

He dropped his pants and underwear. His cock was already rock hard and standing out proudly, showing his fullness to the girl. She just sat and stared at it for a moment.

"Do I...?" she said, and then she opened her mouth.

"Not yet. I want you to touch him first. Just find out what he feels like."

She reached a little hand up and put a delicate finger on his shaft. She ran the finger along his skin and he just stood and watched her. What a wonderful sight to see; there's really nothing more erotic than watching a little girl learning about cock for the first time. After running her finger along the top of his stiff shaft for a few seconds, she got a little bolder, moving her finger along to his head and very lightly touching the little hole. She pulled her finger away, having felt the wetness of a little ooze of precum that had begun to leak out of him. She put her thumb and finger together, feeling the stickiness of the liquid and holding her hand up to her face to look at it curiously, investigating. Then she reached her finger back and ran it down the bottom side of his cock, tenderly exploring the thick vein of his urethera.

"My balls, too. Touch my balls."

"Your balls?" she said, looking up at him, and then back down at his cock. Her little finger slid down to his scrotum and grazed lightly over one of his testicles.

"Now give him a kiss," he said gently to her.

She leaned in and touched her lips to his head, a little peck. She licked her lips, tasting the precum that continued to ooze from his hole.

"Now a lick," he said. "Lick him."

She stuck her pink tongue out, it's color a strikingly beautiful contrast to her darker lips, and gave his head a gentle lick. She withdrew her tongue and swirled it inside her mouth, tasting again. She smiled. She liked what she tasted. Then the lovely pinkness ventured out from her lips again and she licked his head a second time.

"Oh baby," he whispered. Her tongue was so warm and wet on his aching cock, and a little more precum leaked out. She licked again, intentionally lapping up the liquid this time, and as she swirled her tongue inside her mouth again, she looked up at him.

"I tasted something," she said. She licked his hole again, hoping for another taste. "Is it your cum?"

"A little bit."

"Did I already make you cum?" she asked, licking again, hoping for more.

"No, not yet," he said breathlessly.

"There'll be more?" He could tell she was disappointed that she wasn't getting another taste right now.

"There's lots more when I cum."

"Oh," she said, licking another time. "Are you gonna cum?"

"I want to," he said, his words almost lost in his throat with the wonderful warmth of her soft pink tongue, licking him again and again as they spoke..

"I want you to," she said between licks.

"Take my head in your mouth now, sweetheart," he told her. "Open wide."

She opened her mouth wide and he pushed forward, entering her. The profoundly sensitive underside of his glads slid along her soft tongue and her lips glided over his head until they nearly reached his crown. He moaned, it was the most wonderful feeling to have his head in her tiny mouth, so silken, so wet and warm! He pulled his hips back and his head slid out and he felt her teeth drag against it.

"Wide," he groaned. "Teeth! No teeth!"

She pulled off. "I'm sorry!" she said in a startled voice.

"It's OK," he said. He reached out and took ahold of her head and pulled her back to him. "Don't pull off, just open wide!"

"I'm sor..." she started to apologize again, but the words were lost as his cock pushed against her lips. She opened for him and he pushed in hard, entering her more deeply this time, her thick dark lips now sliding over the crown of his head.

He pulled back and pushed in again, and he felt her teeth drag against his sensative skin and he was about to chastize her again, but she immediately dropped her jaw entirely, as wide as she possibly coud. Back and in again, "Suck!" he said loudly. "Suck me! Oh my god!"

She did suck, hard, just as he was pulling back again. It was the most amazing feeling, pulling his cock out of her little mouth just as she applied the stiff inward pressure of her sucking. This is what good head is all about! Oh yeah!

He reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock and started jacking, and within a few seconds he began his glorious orgasm.

"Look up at me," he hissed. "You need to look at me!"

The moment those big beautiful brown eyes made contact with his, he came. He fell into the wonderful abyss of orgasm, his mind lost to everything around him except the singular and overwhelming surge exploding through his body, every cell inside him devoted in its entirety to the act of insemination.

It was impressive to watch the girl take the first shot of semen in her life. She reminded Tobias of Katie, how she just kept herself locked on his head as he unloaded into her mouth, rather than pulling quickly away like plenty of women do. Surely she had little idea what would happen, how much there would be, what it would taste like. But she just kept her eyes right on his and her mouth holding tight as his cock pulsed and a spurt of semen fired into her. Her face shook and her eyes squinted but it was impressive indeed, how willing she was to take it.

She did slip off after taking the second shot, but more by accident than from a desire to get away. She even tried to get her mouth back on his spasming cock but was rewarded with a point-blank shot splashing against her nose. This caused her to duck involuntarily, and the rest of his ejaculation landed in her hair.

She was a mess when she looked up at him after he was finished, cum drooling thickly out of her mouth and down her chin, a large glob of it slowly sliding down her cheek and nose, a couple more strings suspended thickly in her beautiful brown curls. While she stared at him, he lifted a finger and pushed some of the cum from her chin back into her mouth.

"You need to swallow it, sweetheart," he said.

And then, with those big dark eyes still staring up at him, she swallowed.

She smiled after that, the sweetest damn smile he'd ever seen. She wiped a little off her nose and licked her finger clean.

"I know you're supposed to swallow it," she said. "I tried, I did OK, don't you think?" She sounded uncertain.

"You did great, Anishia," Tobias said, smiling down at her.

Tobias was grinning ear-to-ear when he went to his local pub that evening. He was certain Katie would know why he was smiling so broadly. She had the sharpest intuition of anyone he'd ever known.

"Look at you! You're like a different man!" she said as she sat down on the stool next to him. "Either Wendy proved to be even more talented than you expected, or things have gotten interesting between you and Tink!"

"She reminds me a lot of you, Katie," he said quietly.

"Really? Why's that?"

"I don't know. It's just... She's sharp as a tack, you know? Brilliant, just like you. And so sweet."

Katie smiled and her face turned a bit pinker than her pregnancy-enhanced pinkness usually was. "Oh Tobias," she said with a sigh that hinted at just a little bit of regret. Perhaps? "You seem to have changed your mind a bit about her."

"Well, she's got a talent that I always admire in a girl..."

"Oh really?" Katie said. She knew exactly what he meant.

---===oOo===---

Blessedly, everyone had the next day off from rehearsal, but then Saturday was a big day, a full-cast walk-through of the most challenging scenes starting at 10 AM, and flying rehearsal for the leads all afternoon. There was only one weekend left after this; dress rehearsal was less than two weeks away and the opening slated for the Saturday after that. Tobias was sitting lazily in a chair in the auditorium surfing the web when Anishia arrived with her mother. Anishia came running up to him the second she entered the room, but she stopped shyly right before she got there, stood up with her back straight and her broad nose in the air, and said, "Hello, Tobias."

He looked up over his phone and raised his eyebrows at her. "Hello, Anishia," he said as formally as her, but his eyes twinkled in merriment, which caused the girl to drop her facade and give him a sweet smile. Her mother caught up to her.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Smi... Tobias!" Anishia's mother said, with her own smile.

"Hello Maria," he answered, standing up and extending his hand to her.

"I want to thank you again for how much help you've given Anishia. She said that she did very well the other day, at the first flying rehearsal."

"Yeah, she did great. Wish I could say the same for everyone else!"

She laughed. "'Nisha said there were a few accidents. It means a lot to me, that you've taken her under your wing. She doesn't have a father, you know, and..." The woman stopped short of finishing the thought, then went on another tact. "She was so excited after the flying rehearsal, weren't you, dear?" she said, smiling down at Anishia. "We're both really glad that you put in extra work with her." The girl's eyes twinkled in his direction but she otherwise gave no hint about what they actually engaged in, that evening after the flying rehearsal.

They all said their goodbyes and Anishia and Tobias sat down next to each other to wait for rehearsal to begin.

"Whacha reading?" Anishia said, looking over his shoulder at his phone.

He pulled it away from her. "Nothing, just a news article about how young girls are getting nosier and nosier!"

Anishia giggled and punched him in the arm. "I think my mom has a crush on you," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! You should ask her out!"

"Well, she does seem like a very nice lady."

"And she's cute, don't you think?"

"Of course she is--she's your mother! She looks like you! So you wouldn't mind if I ask her out?"

"No! I would love it!"

The director called everyone up on stage and the rehearsal was underway. By 11:30, he'd sent all the minor actors home and it was flying rehearsal again. Things went marginally better this time; at least there were no fat lips, and John Blessing did get off the ground on his first attempt. There was a lot of complicated maneuvering among the other actors, with Tinkerbell mainly hanging out above them, or to the side, reciting her lines with perfection. During the first break, Tobias went over the the director.

"You know, Tink isn't really doing much in these scenes you're working on, and you know she's been working awfully hard lately. What if I take her out for some lunch while you work with everyone else?"

The director looked at his watch. "Alright, we'll finish up all these Blessing scenes, but she needs to work on her stuff with Dmitri. Back at two?"

"You got it."

Tobias knew just where he wanted to take Anishia for lunch. He had someone he wanted her to meet.

"So you're Tinkerbell!" Katie said as she slid into the red vinyl-clad booth next to Tobias. "Tobias has told me so much about you, I feel like I already know you."

Anishia sat up tall like she does when she's meeting someone for the first time, and gave a prim-and-proper smile. "Anishia Blackwell," she said, sticking her hand out.

"Well! Katie Hargrove," Katie answered, shaking the girl's hand.

Anishia still sat up straight even while she took a bite of her burger. Katie looked over at Tobias with her eyebrows raised a bit, and he chuckled. Anishia looked from him to Katie with her nose a bit higher in the air than it ought to have been, and even in Tobias's socially inept masculine brain, he was able to figure out that he needed to say something to break the ice.

"So, Katie, when's that kid coming out of you?" he asked as he took a bite of burger himself. Anishia continued to look haughtily at the both of them, and Tobias couldn't help wondering if she'd prejudiced herself against the woman.

"Any day now," she said, patting her belly, "and I can't wait! The little kid is driving me insane!"

Silence followed. Tobias looked over at Anishia and raised his eyebrows, trying to send her a nonverbal message, but she didn't apparently take the hint, she just kept taking smallish bites from her burger and sitting up very straight and looking down her nose. He took a deep breath. She was a good kid, no, a friggin' awesome kid, but it was hard to get her out of this strange shell she built around herself. Maybe he just shouldn't try? No, one more go at it.

"So Anishia, what do you think of the flying? Tell Katie how that's going."

Anishia gave her plastic smile again. "It's going very well," she said. Tobias wanted to reach across the table, grab her by the collar, and holler, This isn't a college application interview, Anishia! This is lunch with one of my best friends! Don't be so stiff, goddamn it!

"What's your favorite part?" Katie asked her. At least she had some decent social skills.

Anishia slouched her shoulders, just a little bit, maybe not even enough for Katie to notice, but enough that Tobias did. And he knew it was a good sign, the girl was finally starting to open up. "I really like..." she paused and looked over at Tobias and he saw that little hint of blush in her dark cheeks. "I really like how Tobias is so good at it. I mean, when he does the hoist."

Katie smiled at her. "That's your favorite part?"

"He's really good at it, you know," Anishia said, sounding almost insulted that she had to explain herself. She stiffened her back a bit again.

Katie smiled. "Well, he says you're really good at it, too."

This made Anishia smile and slouch a bit again, and Tobias could swear her cheeks got even more flushed. "It's really fun," she said. "I was so nervous about it before we did it, but then... Well, it turned out really fun." Tobias wondered, as he looked at the girl... He was trying to decide if she was really talking about flying, or if she trying to make a secret reference to the other thing they did, when they were supposed to be practicing.

"Awesome!" Katie was beaming now, surely thinking the same thing that Tobias was thinking, and also obviously glad to be making a connection with the girl. "How about the rest of the cast, do they like the flying?" Tobias could tell she'd decided to stop with whatever sexual innuendo might be going on and just go back to talking about the play.

"No!" Anishia laughed so hard when she said it that it was almost like a shriek. "Bridget--she's Wendy--she hates it! You should have seen how mad she was after practice on Thursday!"

Katie laughed. "I heard it didn't go so good for her."

"Noooo!" Anishia was still laughing hard.

"Poor Mr. Johnson, huh?" Tobias inserted into the conversation.

"Oh? Why's that?" Katie asked. "Given his track record, he must be used to a disgruntled cast!"

"It's because he... he really likes it when Bridget..." Anishia said, then stopped herself. She lowered her voice. "...when Bridget's nice to him. But that won't happen for a while now, 'cause she has a fat lip and she's all pissed off at him!"

"When she's nice to him?" Katie asked curiously.

"Yeah," the girl answered, "everybody knows what she does. Or used to do."

"Oh, she's one of those girls, trying to advance her career?"

"Yeah, or..." Anishia said, "or maybe she's just being nice. I mean, I think he's gross, but..."

Katie nodded, smiling at her. "It's good to be nice, isn't it?"

Anishia nodded back and the two of them smiled at each other, knowing exactly what they were talking about. And poor Tobias, he was rock hard by now.

"On that note," he said, "Anishia and me should probably be getting going."

"But it's only one o'clock," Anishia said, looking at her phone. "We don't need to be back until..." And right then, Tobias could tell that it suddenly dawned on her why he wanted to leave, even though they still had an hour before they needed to be back. "Um, yeah, we should probably be going," she said.

Katie smiled and scooted out of the booth. As she struggled to stand up, Anishia shot out of her seat and gave the woman a hand.

At Tobias's apartment, after lunch, he could tell that Anishia was anxious to practice her new skills again. He gave her a little tour of his home but she seemed to barely tolerate it, and when he finally took her to his bedroom--the last stop on the tour--she brought the subject up in her own little coy and nervous way.

"Do you want to..." she said, standing in front of him and looking up at him with her big dark eyes, "...I could help you, again..." She started going down to her knees.

"Wait," he said, "hold on. I want to kiss first." He put his hands under her arms and lifted her back to her feet.

"Kiss?" she said.

"Yeah..." He leaned into her and their lips met. Their first kiss. He held his lips against hers for a few seconds, then lifted them away. "Open your mouth baby," he said, "you should kiss with your mouth open."

"Oh," she said, "sorry. I didn't... I never kissed a boy before. I mean, once maybe on a dare, but..."

He stopped her words with his mouth, and she opened, and he slipped his tongue inside. They stood there with their tongues dancing together for a very long time, and Tobias let his hands wander. He'd never really touched her before, not like a lover would, and was so surprised by how tiny she seemed, thin and small, his little porcelain doll. His hands moved down to her skinny bottom and back up, then over her ribs to her front side, then up to her little breasts. He held them while they kissed, squeezing and kneading and fondling. They were so soft in his hands, and so tiny. Precious little things, and he was honored to be the first man to touch them.

He broke their kiss. "You should take your shirt off," he said.

She didn't hesitate for a moment, just lifted it off and reached around her back to unfasten her bra.

Tobias Smith had seen a lot of tits in his life. Big beautiful bouncy breasts, little charming sweeties, and everything in between. And he loved them all. He was an equal opportunity breast man. But he had a new favorite pair now, the adorable little joys that sat so perkily atop his lover Anishia's thin chest. They jiggled delightfully, little mounds of preteen baby fat in a constant shimmy as she tossed her bra to the side. And then the girl just stood topless before him, her cheeks glowing red, and let him stare. Her breasts were a pale brown, a little lighter than the mahogany color of her chest and stomach, but still a deep, rich cream. They weren't round at all but stood up taut and firm, the fat inside them held tightly in place by youthful skin that had barely began to concede to her blossoming adolescence. Held aloft, pointing skyward, were dark nipples of a most incredible color, brown infused with red, soft and swollen and mounding up almost another inch above her tiny breasts. Little teats in the center of each nipple stiffened delightfully in response to his longing gaze.

He let out a little moan as he soaked in the vision of awakening womanhood before him, and Anishia smiled slightly, shyly. He could see her lip tremble. He reached out and she stepped into him and he took ahold of her bare breasts and held them gently as they kissed again.

When eventually he moved his hands to her naked shoulders and pushed down, Anishia needed no further instructions from him and she sank down before him and he stood above her like her man and lord as she unbuckled his pants.

Touching first, little fingers dancing in tactile exploration, up and down his girth, down to his balls in the most gentle loving caress. Then a little kiss, right on the tip of his head, and a lick, right at his little hole, tasting the drip of precum there. Then kisses and licks all up and down his shaft and even onto his balls, delicate sweet lips greeting his manhood, kissing each ball and then giving them little licks, licking and licking and kissing and kissing. It was nearly more than the poor man could take to watch this wonderful beautiful little girl pay such attention, give such loving adoration, to his cock.

Finally and gloriously she opened her tiny mouth wide and took him into her, this time taking his entire head in at the first try, her thick lips of the same wonderful dark pink color as her nipples wrapping around the crown of his head, her soft warm tongue lapping gently at the underside of his glans.

He almost lost it right then. He felt that wonderful surge of orgasm and felt a large stream of liquid ooze from him. The little girl sat back, looking up at him with surprise and licking her lips, tasting him. His cock pulsed and more liquid leaked out and in response she went right back down on him, licking him clean before taking his head into her mouth again.

She lifted her hand and began jacking him and sucking, and he put his hands on the sides of her head and gently pushed her back just a little, then forward, teaching her how to bob so that he didn't need to move at all. Her rhythm was exquisite; pumping with her fist, sucking with her mouth, bobbing with her head so that her thick wet lips slid over his crown and kissed his tip before returning to him and taking him tightly into her again.

He leaked and leaked while she worked her magic, right on the verge of orgasm the entire time, and she drank it all, her mouth full now of the taste of his pending explosion. He reached down and took her other hand and lifted it to his balls, and when she cradled little fingers gently around his sack, he lost it. This was enough to push him over the edge and he came, a huge shot of semen boiling out of him and firing into her mouth. Her face shook from the surprise and the impact, but the sweet girl remembered the one last thing he had taught her, and looked up at him, her dark beautiful eyes locked on his, as he filled her mouth.

Little Anishia kept jacking him and held his cockhead locked tightly in her mouth as he came and came, shot after shot of glorious ejaculation. When he was finally finished she leaned back, letting his twitching cock loose from her mouth, squinted her eyes momentarily shut with her lips pursed tight, and gulped his semen down.

She looked up at him with her beautiful eyes, a big broad smile. "I swallowed it all this time!" she said proudly.

"You did, sweetie!" he replied, pulling her back in to clean the last bit of semen that had dribbled from his hole.

"Do you think..." she said as he drove them back to the theater, "Someday, do you think we'll ever do it? I mean, like, go all the way?"

He almost groaned at her question. "Do you want to?"

She nodded vigorously. "Uh huh."

"Oh Anishia!" He did groan this time, and he put his hand on her knee.

"I thought..." she said, "I thought maybe you were going to do that today." She put her little hand on top of his.

"Did you want me too?" he asked her.

"Uh huh!" she said again.

"Oh Anishia! You are the sweetest girl I've ever known!"

She was beaming. "Can I... Can I call you my boyfriend?"

"I would love that," he said. "I would be honored. But only if I can call you my girlfriend."

She sat back with a huge smile.

---===oOo===---

"To Anishia," Tobias said, raising a glass of dark red wine. "To her amazing talent and her success, and to the amazing mother who did such a wonderful job raising her."

Maria Blackwell clinked her glass against his. "You do like to flatter, don't you?"

"Only if the woman is deserving of it," he answered. Maria smiled, a beautiful little grin that reminded him so much of her daughter.

After dinner he pulled up to the curb in front of the Blackwell's house. "Listen," Maria said, "I don't usually do this on a first date, but you're different. I'd love to have you come in for a nightcap."

She brought two glasses of scotch into the living room, handed one to Tobias, and sat down next to him on the couch. They clinked their glasses together and took a sip.

"I should warn you, Mr. Smith, even though I invited you in for a drink, I don't ever have sex on the first date," she said. "It's a rule I have."

He raised his glass. "Then here's to second dates!"

The woman beamed.

"Shall we set it up right now?" he said.

"You men," she responded. "Always after the same thing."

"I don't know what you mean! Is there something wrong with wanting to spend another wonderful evening with a beautiful woman?"

She shook her head, smiling. "You're not going to flatter your way into my pants tonight, Tobias Smith, so you can just give it up."

"Well, you can't fault me for trying!"

"No I can't!"

"I'm serious though. I had a great time tonight."

"So did I," she said. She leaned in and they kissed. He didn't need to ask her to open her mouth, that's for sure.

"And it helped that I was with the most beautiful woman in the restaurant," he said when they finally broke their kiss.

She shook her head again, grinning.

"Hey, one last try, you know?"

"You'll just have to wait, mister."

"I have an idea! Rehearsal tomorrow's not until the evening, what would you say if I take you and the kids to the zoo tomorrow afternoon?"

"Unfortunately I have to work."

"Oh!"

"But I'm sure the kids would love it if you wanted to take them," she said. "And that might help you win their mother over to your side, and she might just want to go out for a drink after rehearsal tomorrow, if you'd be up for that."

It was Tobias's turn to smile. "Would she now?"

"She would!"

"It's a date!" He raised his glass.

"A second date!" she answered with a knowing smile as she finished off her drink.

"I'll drink to that!" he said and finished off his glass as well. They kissed again, goodnight, at the doorway.

As Tobias walked back to his car, he found that he really liked the women of the Blackwell family.

The younger kids were hanging onto the bars of the monkey cage, watching the animals chasing each other back and forth. Tobias and Anishia were sitting on a retaining wall behind the kids, watching them as they watched the monkeys.

"Mom said she had a good time last night," Anishia said, swinging her legs.

"Good!" Tobias replied. "I did, too."

"Do you like her?"

"I do," he answered, looking at her and trying to gauge what she was thinking. "But not as much as I like her daughter."

She smiled at him. "She said you're going to go out again after rehearsal tonight."

"Yeah... Is that OK with you?"

She was silent for a moment. "I'm just... I'm worried... Will you still be my boyfriend?"

"I will. I mean, I want to be, if you'll still let me."

She gave him a little smile. "As long as you're still my boyfriend, it's OK with me."

"Good!" He didn't really know what else to say.

"Do you think you guys will, you know, go all the way?"

"You mean tonight?" he asked, "Or, like, ever?"

"Um, I guess, ever?"

"I don't know," he answered, not entirely truthfully.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

"I really like her..."

Anishia nodded, understanding.

"But I won't, if you don't want me to."

"No! I want you to!" She looked up at him with wide dark eyes. "It's just, I'm worried you'll like it more, with her. I mean, if you and I ever do it, I'm not going to be very good. I don't know what I'm doing or anything."

He reached out and put his hand on her knee, but decided that wasn't a good idea in such a public place so he turned it into a platonic, though hopefully not patronizing, pat and withdrew his hand again. "You don't need to be worried, 'Nisha. I want to teach you what to do. A man likes to teach a girl."

"You do? You want to teach me?" Her eyes twinkled, just a little. "I want to learn."

"I would love to teach you," he said. His heart was racing and his cock was straining in his pants.

"I promise I'll try real hard to be good, and to learn everything," she said.

"I know you will. After all, you're the best student in your class, right?"

She grinned, looking so sweet and rosy-cheeked. "I'm a good student, aren't I?"

"You are!"

"Maybe... maybe we should go home soon? Do you think we'd have enough time to do it today, before rehearsal?"

He was breathing a little hard. "Oh baby... I'd love to! But I don't think we have enough time. A girl's first time should be really special, it shouldn't be rushed or anything, OK?"

"OK," she said, looking disappointed. He reached out and brushed a curl of her brown hair from her face and she smiled up at him. "Do you think there'd be time to... to do the other thing we do? I'd like to do that at least!"

"Maybe!"

Anishia stared up at him with her big dark eyes the whole time, sucking and jacking and caressing his sack, bobbing her head back and forth, while the younger kids sat in the TV room downstairs playing video games. The little twelve-year-old was a remarkably good cocksucker, and it was only her third time! She really was a good student, that's for damn sure.

"Oh sweetheart," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum! Will you take it all?!?"

She stared up at him and nodded and wrapped her luscious dark pink lips around his head as he erupted. She held tight through the entirety of his orgasm and then drank it all down after he was done. She smiled proudly up at him again.

He'd barely had time to pull his pants back up when they heard a car door closing outside, signaling her mother's returning from work. They hurried guiltily downstairs to greet her.

Rehearsal that evening was a complete run-through, with flying. The others had worked out most of their kinks by now and it went very well and they were definitely ready for the dress rehearsal, which was but five days away. After the rehearsal the costume crew made their final alterations and little Anishia was transformed from a precocious girl into a beautiful flying fairy, a light green dress that clung delightfully to her body and ended well above the knees, with matching fairy wings. They fitted the harness underneath it, and it seemed to work out alright for her. Unlike the other leads, she'd have to wear her harness pretty much the whole time and she needed to be able to act comfortably in it. And, she needed to be able to fly comfortably with the dress and wings on as well, which would be an added challenge. Tobias was damned glad they'd worked so hard on the flying already, so that this would be nothing more than a minor adjustment for the girl.

After rehearsal, Anishia's mom proved that she wasn't lying about second dates. Although they stopped into Tobias's neighborhood pub for a drink, he was a little disappointed that Katie wasn't there. He'd have loved to have had her meet Maria, too. One drink, though, that's all they had, and they found themselves in Tobias's apartment. In his bed. After giving him wonderful head for a while on her knees, she simply turned around with her back to him, dropped down on her elbows and looked back over her shoulder.

"Fuck me, big guy," she said.

She had a beautiful ass, full and round and the most wonderful shade of dark brown, and Tobias grabbed onto those sweet cheeks and slid his cock into her sloppy wet pussy and they were on their way. Eventually he stopped, flipped her over onto her back, and mounted her missionary style, his balls thumping away, and her little pussy milked him until he dumped a giant load in her that evening.

Afterwards they lay together naked and she leaned her head on his shoulder and ran her fingers through his chest hair.

"The kids had a great time at the zoo," she said. "They couldn't stop talking about it all through dinner."

"Sweet! They were a lot of fun."

"'Nisha talks about you a lot, too," she said.

"Yeah?"

She ran her fingers down his belly. "I think she has a crush on you."

"A crush?" He didn't really feel like lying, but it wasn't exactly sure what he should say.

"Tobias," she said, "the girl is crushin', hard. Don't pretend you don't know."

The woman had her fingers down to his cock now and was tracing them over his head. Tobias wondered if he should say something more that just the "Yeah..." that he wound up dumbly expelling.

She was gently rubbing her hand around his rapidly swelling cock. "You're getting hard again, huh, big guy?" He nodded. "Listen," she said, "I don't know exactly how to say this and you can tell me if I'm completely out of line, or just tell me to shut up or whatever, OK?" She was jacking him now.

He nodded. He was feeling a little nervous about where this conversation might be going.

"Don't hurt her, Tobias Smith. Don't you break her heart. You can break my heart, I'm used to it. But I want her to grow old and happy never having had her heart broken by an ass like her father, or the men that came before him."

"I... I won't break her heart, I promise," he stammered. He was completely hard now and she was stroking him good. He started involuntarily moaning, and she moved quickly down to this cock and took him into her mouth. A few dozen more strokes and he came, his cock pulsing in her warm mouth.

She moved back up towards him and opened her mouth, showing him the strings of viscous cum hanging inside, and then she swallowed it down.

"My uncle taught me," she said, once her mouth was clear, "when I was even younger than 'Nisha. When I was ten. He made sure that I knew that good girls always swallow." She smiled at Tobias and he nodded, his eyes wide.

"He was a nice guy. In some ways he reminds me a lot of you."

Tobias nodded again, felling a bit bewildered by the conversation and not sure what to say in response.

"You should probably take me home now, big guy."

---===oOo===---

Dress rehearsal; Friday night, November 4th.

They'd worked out all the kinks in Tinkerbell's costume and she flew about the stage like a seasoned professional. Like a real live fairy, I suppose you might say. She obviously stole the show, a better actor than the erstwhile star, Peter Pan, and an enormous physical presence on stage despite her minute size, twisting and pirouetting in the air like a floating ballerina. Every eye in the auditorium was on the little superstar throughout the entire performance. Her curtain call was early; the first of all the primary actors, before Captain Hook and the Darling children, and of course before Peter Pan, but she got all the applause. She brought those in attendance to their feet.

Tobias couldn't wait to read the morning press over his coffee and eggs at the pub. Katie sat with him, reading over his shoulder and gently rubbing his back. Several members of the theater press had been invited to the dress rehearsal, to get the buzz started early. Their expectations had been low, but the headlines spoke of an entirely different experience.

"Tink Steals Show!" read one.

"An Amazing Performance by Blackwell," another.

"This show needs to be rebranded," a critic wrote. "It isn't Peter Pan, it's Tinkerbell. The rest of the cast varies from mediocre (Bridget Hammond [Wendy]) to excellent (Dmitri Randoski [Peter Pan]), but none are even in the same league as Anishia Blackwell [Tinkerbell]. Miss Blackwell's resume is impressive enough, but this is clearly her coming out moment. This city will be blessed if she stays with us for years to come."

"Wow," Katie said.

All Tobias could do was nod. He was smiling too much to speak.

After the dress rehearsal, Tobias and Maria had lain together after making love, in her bed this time. He was lightly running his finger over her full brown breasts, rubbing her dark nipples and feeling them harden to his touch. He liked her breasts. He could imagine that Anishia's would look just like hers in a few years.

"So what are your plans for tomorrow night, the opening night cast party?" she asked him.

"Mmm... Nothing, really."

"It's just, I have to get the younger kids home to bed, you know. I was hoping to make a quick appearance and then sneak away. But I know 'Nisha wants to stay, and she asked me... I know it's a lot to ask of you, you probably want to drink all night, but would you be able to give her a ride home? So that I can leave early? She deserves some fun."

"Of course," he said. "I'd love to."

She smiled at him. "Thanks, Toby. It'll mean the world to her you know."

"The only thing is, I was hoping stay kinda late, you know?" he said. His mind was beginning to imagine the possibilities.

"That's OK, as late as you want. As long as she's with you, I know she'll be safe."

---===oOo===---

Opening; Saturday night, November 5th.

Anishia was so beautiful. The moment she took the stage in her body-hugging green gown and her wings, every eye in the packed auditorium was on her. The costumers hadn't intended the dress to be sexy, of course. It was Anishia's beautiful lithe little body that made it so stunning. After firmly and forcefully delivering her first lines, Tobias lifted the hoist and she sprang into the air and a gasp was heard throughout the room. They'd never seen anything as exquisite as this girl flying through the air. They were all lost in the moment, completely enthralled and suddenly immersing themselves entirely in the spell-binding wonder of it all, and in the message of the story--the beauty and joy of youth, the never-ending happiness of the miracle land in which these characters lived. Anishia did this to them; they fell in love with her, and with Tink, and with the magic of J. M. Barrie's story.

Every time she was on stage, she held the crowd at rapt attention. She had them eating out of the palm of her hand.

They rose to her feet when she took to the stage for her curtain call, now moved up in the hierarchy at the insistence of the producers so that her final moment was second only to Peter Pan's. It was a long, loud, sustained ovation and Tobias sat up in the steel rafters at his hoist and wept, tears flowing down his cheeks. He took a deep breath and pulled back on the lever of the hoist in a little surprise moment that they had secretly planned themselves, and when she rose into the air and twirled and dipped, the crowd gasped, and then cheered, and she bowed to them from on high. Peter Pan's entrance was a denouement at this point; the real star had already wowed them one final time that evening.

The opening night after-party was a huge affair; the entire cast and all the other players amounted to 75 people, and their family, and the press, and the big donors. There were maybe 200 people or more. The party began with a toast, glasses of champagne for everyone; Anishia's mother allowed her to have a glass of her own for the first time in her life. The director, Mr. Johnson, stood in the front of the room like a master of ceremonies with a huge proud red-faced smile. He was certainly pleased, this was the best-received play of his career, although everyone knew that he had nothing to do with the success. That all belonged to Anishia Blackwell, with an assist from Tobias Smith.

Shortly after the toast, Anishia's mother gathered up her two littler ones, who were running around the room making a nuisance of themselves. "I gotta get these kids home, Tobias," Maria said to him. "Sorry to be leaving you like this."

"It's alright," he answered back.

She smiled at him. Was that a knowing smile? "You be good to 'Nisha, OK?"

"I will, I promise," he said.

"Goodbye, 'Nisha!" Her mother had to shout now that some music had started thumping away. "I'm so proud of you!"

They hugged, and then her mother left with the kids.

Anishia turned to Tobias. "Thanks!" she hollered.

"Sure! For...?"

"For agreeing to take me home after the party!"

"Of course!" Tobais hollered back. "So how late do you want to stay?"

"I don't know, how late do you want to stay? Mom said she thinks I deserve to celebrate so I can stay up as late as I want, as long as I'm with you!"

"Well, this is fun and everything... But," he lowered his voice, "I was thinking that maybe we could go to my place for a while before I take you home?"

She put her hand behind her ear, indicating that she couldn't understand what he said, because of the loud music. He leaned down and spoke right into her ear,

"I was thinking that maybe we could go to my place? Before I take you home?"

She smiled up at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah..." He leaned over to her ear again. "And maybe... We won't be rushed tonight, so we can take our time and maybe do something special?"

He could see her face getting a little red as she looked up at him. "Tonight?"

"Only if you want to," he added quickly.

She looked away from him. "Um..."

"Hey, sweetheart," he said, reaching out to her shoulder. "We don't have to..."

"Anishia!" a girl shouted, running up to her and hugging her.

"Jenny!" Anishia shouted back, and the two of them ran off to find some of the other kids to hang out with. She looked over her shoulder at Tobias as she ran away, sort of shrugging her shoulders.

Well, damn, he thought to himself. He was absolutely convinced that she'd want to do it tonight, but now he wasn't so sure at all. Someone poured him a whiskey and he stood off by himself and watched her from afar as he nursed his drink. She was in her milieu now as she stood with the other kids, absorbing their praise. She had that pose of hers that she gets when she's in this mode, standing up straight and tall, as tall as the little thing could be. All the kids were crowded worshipfully around her like she was a queen and they were her court, and it was a role she played to perfection. Other people stopped by constantly to congratulate her--wealthy benefactors, producers, even Bridget and Dmitri, all of them shaking her hand or hugging her.

"You're being awfully quiet today," a voice said from beside him. He turned and saw another one of the technicians, John, standing and looking over at the crowd around Anishia.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired."

"Tinkerbell is the hit of the party, huh?" John said.

"She sure is."

"She was incredible tonight, don't you think? What an amazingly talented kid."

Tobias nodded his head. "Yep."

"And lifting her into the air for the curtain call, that was brilliant, Toby. Brilliant."

"Thanks," he said, trying to smile. "She's going to have an amazing career, don't you think?"

"No kidding," John said. "At first I thought she was just another spoiled kid, you know? But she's really come into her own."

"She sure has."

Not too much later, parents started peeling their kids away from the crowd and taking them home. He saw Anishia looking around, and when her eyes landed on him, she smiled and waved. He smiled back and waved, too, happy that she at least remembered that he was there, amid all the excitement of her new-found fame.

A couple minutes later he saw her walking through the groups of adults, who were becoming increasingly intoxicated, coming over to him.

"Oh man," she said when she got to him, "I thought that would never end!"

"You were having fun!" he said. "I saw Bryce Astor talking with you!"

"It was fun, but... I was sort of missing you." Tobias felt his heart go light when she said that. "Who's Bryce Astor?"

"He's the richest man you've ever met!"

"There's a lot of rich people at this party, huh?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"They're all making me really tired," she said. "Maybe we should go soon?"

"Sure. So, you're tired, huh? I'll just take you home then, OK?"

"I thought... You don't want to go to your place anymore?"

"No! I mean, yes! I just thought... I thought maybe you didn't want to."

"Oh." She looked down at the ground, then back at him again. She had her lips pressed tightly together. Then she said, "I really want to."

He tried hard to be calm as they walked to his car, and as he drove to his apartment, and as they stood waiting for the elevator. He knew he needed to be calm because his sweet little girlfriend was clearly nervous, and probably a bit uncertain about whether she really wanted to do this. But he was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

Anishia was, for him, the perfect girl. He'd always had a thing for black women; something about the brown cream of their breasts, the contrast of their dark skin with the sweet pink inside their pussies... The thought of it made him rock hard, just like he was right now. And he loved silken dark hair, round chocolate cheeks, broad noses, soul-searching dark eyes.... Anishia had all of this, and more. Much, much more. She was the perfect age for him, too, the age of his own sexual awakening in the basement laundry room of a girl named Susan while her mother was upstairs. They'd shown each other all their parts that day, she was a very open girl even though her "breasts" we're nothing more than little swollen nipples, and then she lay down on the cold concrete floor, panties around her ankles, and helped his painfully excited cock find its way into her pussy.

Ever since that first experience, he'd waited for himself to outgrow his love of girls around that age. But he never did. He was attracted to women his own age, of course, but he never stopped being attracted to girls, either.

And then Katie happened, and he was hopelessly hooked. She'd been the sweetest lover back then, in some ways more experienced than him even though she was many years the younger, and in other ways completely innocent. Beautiful, sexy, dirty, fun, smart... She'd changed his life, showed him what true love really meant, and ever since they'd broken it off, he had basically been on an unending search to find someone that measured up to the standard she had set. No one ever had.

As he excitedly and nervously pulled Anishia by the hand through his apartment, and she just as excitedly and nervously followed, he wasn't thinking about Katie and whether little 'Nisha lived up to the standard she had set. If he had thought about it, he would have concluded that she did, at least in some ways. But he was on a singular mission now, and he needed to calm the fuck down!!!

He sat down on his bed and pulled her to him and she sat down on his lap, and they just held each other. Embraced each other. With his head pressed to her neck he took a deep breath, inhaling all her wonderful smells, then sat back a bit.

"We have all night," he said to his little lover.

She gave him a quivering smile. "We do."

He gripped to her, holding her tight. "We don't have to do anything at all tonight, sweetheart. We can just be together."

Her smile was less quivering, and accompanied by nodding. "I wanna do something, though."

He kissed her beautiful round reddened cheek. "Let's take all the time we want, OK? Just see where things take us."

More smiles and nodding. Somehow he'd managed to calm himself down and make her feel steadier as well.

"Do you want anything? Hot chocolate? Maybe, it was such a long day for you! Maybe you want to take a bath?"

She lowered her face a bit but kept her dark eyes on him. "Would you give me a bath? I would like that."

"I'd love to Anishia."

In the bathroom, as he filled the tub with warm water, she took her clothes off. He had only seen her beautiful little blossoming brown breasts once in his life, but the vision was etched in his memory forever; their stiff conical shape without a bit of roundness to them; the way they jiggled and bounced, so slightly, when she moved. But he hadn't yet seen the girl's little pussy. He tried not to stare, but even though her beautiful brown cheeks were glowing red now, she didn't seem to mind that he couldn't pull his eyes away. She had just a hint of pubic hair, just a little dusting of dark curls on her pale lips that had only begun to spread up above her pussy to her pubic mound. That's all he could see of her immature sex until she stepped into the tub, a thin leg lifting and revealing for him her pinkish insides. He couldn't help but smile; there was that beautiful contrast of brown and pink again!

He washed her as she lay in the tub, running soap-covered hands over her shoulders and arms, her chest and her breasts. He held them, gently fondling and caressing, lightly rubbing her soft, dark pink nipples as their little teats stiffened to his touch.

Then moved his hands down, to her belly, and she lifted her legs and spread them, offering her pussy to his touch. And he touched her there, running his fingers down over her mons to her pouty brown hair-dusted lips, just lightly stroking her.

"You have a beautiful pussy," he said.

She smiled and blushed. "You have a beautiful cock," she answered.

"I think your pussy and my cock will be best friends," he said with a gentle grin.

She nodded. "Just like us."

He pushed his finger into her, just slightly. "Just like us."

He helped her out of the tub and rubbed her body with a towel, then led the naked girl to his bed. He lay her down on her belly as he quickly disrobed himself, then climbed onto the bed and knelt next to her and reached his hands out to her shoulders. He gave her a backrub then, exploring every inch of her lithe little body. Her head was to the side, facing him, her eyes closed and happy little smile gracing her beautiful face.

He worked his way down her backbone, rubbing gently, and when he reached her brown little bottom she opened her legs. He knew what she wanted him to touch next. And he obliged the little hussy, running a finger down between her sweet round cheeks, grazing lightly over her tiny pink anus, and down further to her waiting pussy lips.

The girl was soaked now, as wet as you could ever imagine a little thing like her could be. He slipped his finger into her easily, in past his first knuckle until he felt the tight membrane of her girlhood. She opened her eyes then as he explored inside her, finding a little opening in the skin and pushing the tip of his finger into it. She was breathing hard, and she reached a little hand over and wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled him to her.

"Will you...? Please...?" she whispered.

He pulled his finger out of her and put his hand on her hip and turned her so that she was on her back. She immediately spread her legs open wide, and Tobias climbed on top of little Anishia, his little girlfriend.

His cock found its mark without needing any help at all and pushed into her tiny wet opening. As he felt her hymen giving way to the wide girth of his head, he pushed through, and into her. He held himself there, two inches now buried in her, and leaned over her and kissed her.

"Are you OK?" he whispered to her.

She nodded in response.

"I love you, Anishia," he whispered.

"I love you, Tobias," she whispered back.

And then he lay down on her and wrapped his arms under her, and she wrapped her arms around him, and they made love. His cock was on fire with the tight hotness of her little vaginal canal, and he pumped his hips, fucking the girl now. She took his thickness with enthusiasm, moving her own hips in rhythm with his, and they just held each other, conjoined in the most intimate possible way, and gently rocked together.

After ten minutes of sweet slow sex, he was breathing hard and he had finally worked himself up to the orgasm his cock now craved beyond all else in the universe. She was soaking wet and he was sloshing in and out of her tight hole; her legs were shaking and her eyes were wide, and she was making the sweetest little sounds, high-pitched little breathy moans almost like she was cooing--"Ooooo, ooooo..." Her mewing brought Tobias suddenly over the edge and quite unexpectedly he felt a surge as a shot of cum expelled from him and into her. She was instantly fully lubricated, and he slammed in deep, stretching her open to accept his entire length, and lifted himself above her as his orgasm finally washed over his body and he pumped a giant shot deep inside her spasming vagina.

The little girl came with him. She lifted her legs in the air and her entire body shook and she cooed and mewed while he pumped and pumped his seed into her beautiful womb.

They held each other after, his cock still twitching deep inside her, as they both gradually came down from the high of their mutual sexual bliss.

He gingerly slipped his cock out of her, a final slick sound as her pussy gushed one last time. She was smiling, her face bright red.

"That was beautiful, Anishia," he said gently to her. He slid off of her and to her side.

"I could feel it," she whispered, "when you were cumming. It made me all warm inside." She sat up and looked down between her legs. "I'm kinda a mess now," she said.

He looked down between her legs as well, her poor little pussy now splayed open and angry red, his cum and hers dribbling out onto the bedsheets. "Yeah, sorry about that."

"It's OK," she said, looking up at him with her beautiful smile and her soul-capturing dark eyes. "I like it."

---===oOo===---

The two week run of Peter Pan was an unbelievable success. Every show was a sellout, standing room only tickets all taken hours before the curtain rose; and every time, without fail, when Tobias lifted Anishia into the air during her curtain call, the audience rose to their feet and called out her name.

The reviews, however, became more muted over time as the critics began to get over their infatuation with the beautiful girl who was Tink and began to see the fundamental flaws in the rest of the production. Most of them suggested that with a new director and a different cast, the play could ride the little shoulders of Tinkerbell to unimaginable success.

The impresarios from the biggest production houses in the world paid attention. Even though the theater was old and dying, in an old and dying city, it was still important enough that the big shots of the industry were aware of a new blockbuster production when it came out, and this one raised a lot of eyebrows. Soon Anishia's agency was getting phone calls on almost a daily basis about future productions and in only a few weeks had negotiated a contract with Disney, among others, for a new show. This production, taking a cue from one of the first critics to praise Anishia's performance, would be called "Tinkterbell" rather than "Peter Pan," and there would be no question who the star of the show would be. The contract was amazingly lucrative for the girl; the signing bonus alone was in six figures, so long as she agreed to give them first option for any subsequent movie rights.

---===oOo===---

"No," Anishia Blackwell said.

The meeting room was full of executives from Disney and all the major production houses, and they were all used to the way child actors behaved, and they laughed her insolence off as meaningless and went about their conversations.

"No," the girl said again, sitting up straight and using her calm, assertive voice. "Tobias runs my hoist."

"Tobias?" one of the women sitting at the table said, looking down at the papers in front of her. "The.. the technician?" She picked up a document, looked over at the man at the head of the table, then turned back to Anishia. "I'm sure you enjoyed working with him a lot, sweetie," she said in a voice that dripped with condescension. Tobias, who was serving as Anishia's chaperon on this trip to New York City and was now sitting on a couch away from the table, knew the woman's patronizing attitude was guaranteed to enrage the little girl. The woman had no idea what sort of quiet hell she was going to ignite if she wasn't careful. "But we have our own crews, and we don't usually bring other technicians along on our touring shows."

"Tobias runs my hoist," she said again, very calmly and very firmly.

Her agent raised his eyebrows in the direction of the woman and cleared his throat. "He really is quite good, they have a synergy. It'll help the show's success, I think, if he operates the hoist for her."

The woman sighed and looked over at the man at the head of the table again, then back at Anishia's agent. "What's his fee?"

"Regular union scale will be fine," Tobias said from the couch.

The woman looked at him. "Oh, I suppose you are this Tobias--" she looked down at the paper she was holding, "--Tobias Smith?"

"At your service," he said, nodding his head. Anishia giggled.

The man at the head of the table cleared his throat. "OK, hire him on at regular union scale, Helen. Let's move on to other things." He looked at Anishia's agent. "So are we to expect a similar micromanagement of every staffing decision we make?"

The agent raised his eyebrows again and looked at Anishia, this time with a little smile. He knew she was a force to be reckoned with.

Anishia was sitting up straight. She had her broad beautiful nose in the air and was looking down it at all the assembled group of Very Important People and there was no doubt in anyone's mind who was the Most Important of all the Very Important People at that table. Tobias was grinning as he watched her wonderful performance; he knew all these people at the table thought she was the most self-centered, egotistical child they'd ever met, and in a way they were right. But in another way, they couldn't possibly be more wrong, because Tobias knew better than anyone else in the world, except perhaps her mother, what a sweet and caring girl she really was.

"That won't be necessary," she said in her commanding voice, playing the role of the insolent spoiled child to perfection. "So long as you make the right decisions."

The man snorted. "Well, I suppose that's good enough," he said, and he went back to shuffling his papers importantly.

That night, in his hotel room, Anishia rode him on top, little pussy gripping tight to his thick manhood as she slid her slick wet lips up and down his shaft at a slow and steady pace. She was gushing, his balls were already soaked with her girlcum, and she had a sweet smile on her round cherub face. He was holding her pointy little tits, squeezing them together and making her nipples poke out even more than they usually do. Occasionally he'd lift his head and put his face in between her breasts and squeeze them against his cheeks. As she slowly built the intensity of her love-making, bringing him closer to his moment of primal bliss, he moved his hands from her breasts to her sides and lifted her, pulling her off his cock. He continued to pull her up his body and she understood what he was doing and climbed on top of him until her pussy was right above his face. And then she spread knees open and settled her wet lips right down onto his mouth.

He licked, and tasted her, the wonderful pungent flavor of a woman's sex. Every pussy he had tasted in his life was infused with its own flavor, which closely mirrored its smell as well, and little Anishia had a pepperiness to her, and a deep rose, and he loved the way she tasted. As he licked, she rubbed, dragging her gushing cunt over him from his chin to his nose, finding especially his tongue and sliding her little clit along its soft warm wetness until she began to cum, legs shaking, body quaking, little coos escaping breathlessly from her, "Ooooo, ooooo..."

And then she returned the favor, climbing down between his legs and cleaning his cock with her beautiful pink tongue before taking his head into her mouth and stroking him with her hand, sucking, bobbing, stroking, until his little fairy, his little Tinkerbell, brought him to yet another fantastic orgasm.

As they lay together afterwards, their naked bodies pressed against each other, he smiled to himself. This was going to be a wonderful tour, in many, many ways.