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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ First Sight ----------- I can remember it as if it happened a few days ago. What we experienced will forever be in my mind. But it happened two years ago. Those two years have been hell without her, but somehow, I've stayed alive; knowing that I will some day be back in her arms. She's the only girl I've grown to love. And love her I will for all time. I remember seeing her that first day. She came in with her dad to were I work. I watched intently to catch a glimpse of this pleasing young girl. I was hoping desperately that she would step out of the car that she rode in. My wishes was answered moments later when she got out and entered the building with her dad. I looked at her with an "eagle eye". She was very beautiful indeed. Standing about 5 feet tall (Her dad was only 5 feet, 8 inches...my height); my guess was that she was about 11 or 12, maybe 13 at most. (I at the time was 20.) Her long, straight, blonde hair flowing down to the middle of her back. Her bangs of her hair were styled into a puff above her forehead. The overall look of her soft, beautiful, childish face was outlined by her hair. And as I looked into her luscious blue eyes, I could see a degree of longing, of wanting, of yearning, of-- love? Her black outfit outlined her curves (what little she had) very well. Her breasts were pert; still developing and standing out fully against the tee-shirt she wore. Her shorts clung closely to her little hips; showing off her very small, tight ass. I wondered who this doll was that I was drooling over. As her dad paid for his gas (yes, I work at a gas station), he made an appointment to have his car worked on. I thought, "Good I'd get the name now." His name was Don Becker, and he wanted to come in next Saturday. (Good, I'd be able to see them again) As he left, he called to Kristin. Now I knew a name! I told myself that was an appropriate name for such a work of art. Now, all I had to do was wait till next Saturday to see her again. It was a long wait, but I did see her again in a week. She came in again with her father; she and her dad waited in the shop with me while the car was getting repaired. We talked and got to know each other very well. Kristin and I seemed to "click" instantly. It was almost as if the fates had brought us together. Then the work was done; and they left. I found myself longing for her. I wanted to be with her; with her that day, that night, the rest of the week. It was not long before I saw her again. And then she and her dad were coming into the gas station on a regular basis. I was beginning to see Kristin more and more and finding myself wanting her, lusting for her. I wanted to make love to her; have sex with her. After time, I and she became friends. I would talk to her outside the station while her dad would pump the gas. I would joke with her, laugh with her. I still wanted her badly, and I began to think that she knew it. Then one day it happened. I was going to visit a friend one Saturday after work and I saw Don working. I stopped to talk and soon Kristin appeared. I was soon talking to Kristin as Don went back to work. Kristin and I were together for about one and a half hours. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told her no. She asked if I would like one. I said I would. She asked if she could be my girlfriend. I told her I would love for her to be my girl. At that, I got up and hugged her deeply. I could feel her breasts against my lower chest. They were firm; very firm and I began to get hard. She felt it stiffen against her stomach and pulled my closer to her. I wished we could of held that position longer, but because of her fear of her dad seeing us, we dis-embrased. We looked into each others eyes and we both agreed we wanted the same thing: love and sex. As the day came to an end, she and her dad went back to their home and I to mine. I would see her again shortly, I just knew it. Call it instinct. It was only two days later that her father stopped back in. I went out to greet him in hopes of seeing Kristin. To my surprise, she was not with him. It turned out she was swimming, and he was on his way to pick her up. Oh, how I wished to see what she looked like in a swimsuit. I conjured up images that were downright sexual. I began to get hard. I quickly returned to reality so nobody would notice. As Don and I were talking, he made the comment that he had a date for the up coming Friday. (He was divorced) His follow-up comment was that he needed someone to watch both Kristin and Ben. (Her younger brother of 9 years.) I asked how old they both were that they needed a sitter. Don informed me that Kristin was 11; soon to be 12, and that Ben was 9. Thoughts ran through my head. Kristin was indeed 11! She was so beautiful for that young tender age. I was determined that new information would stop me from wanting Kristin. I had made my mind up. I knew that she was young, I still wanted her; Badly! I told him I would be glad to offer my services to watch the kids. He said that would be great and wanted to know how much I would charge. I told him there would be no charge; that it would just be my pleasure to watch them. Of course, I had ulterior motives for my reasons to watch Kristin and Ben. He said that he would drop them off at 5:30pm that Friday night, and pick them up later that night. My heart pounded as I said I would be ready for them. I could not wait till that night to be with Kristin, I thought the day would never make it. But I did. They came over at 5:30pm, and I welcomed them in. We sat down in the TV room, and discussed what we would all like for dinner. We agreed that we would like to eat out; which we did. After dinner, we went back to my place for some after dinner activities. Ben immediately saw the Nintindo I had and started playing. Kristin joined in shortly afterwards, as I watched her squirm and wiggle around as she played. I became aroused and my dick started to grow in my pants. Soon after watching Kristin for a few minutes, I was fully erect. I felt myself just wanting to pull her away from the TV, bring her into my bedroom and doing it to her right then. I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to get out of the room. I left to go to my room and use my computer just to get Kristin off my mind. I was working until she came to see me. She asked what I was doing. I told her that I was just working on a program. I stopped and then began to talk to her. We talked about many things, but it soon turned into a discussion about sex and love. Soon into the conversation, I began to get another erection. I held it down so Kristin wouldn't notice. Then out of the blue, Kristin made a comment about my sexuality. I got out of the chair and she jumped up from the bed. She tried to get out of the room before I could catch her. It didn't work; I did catch her. I threw her and myself on my bed. I held her down so she couldn't move. She whispered questionably, "rape?" I said no; I told her I wouldn't do anything she objected to. She made no movement, spoke no words. I was pressed very close to her; in the side-saddle position. It was then that I moved her hair out of face. I could see in her eyes that she was ready; that she wanted me to make the first move. I moved my body so I was almost on top of her, yet off to the side. I could move my hands and head freely. I gently rested my right hand next to her left ear and stroked her soft, silky, long hair. The other hand found its way across her stomach. As I looked at her, she became even more beautiful; glowing with anticipation. I kissed her gently on the lips, savoring the moment we touched. She quivered ever so slightly. She was wanting, but yet, unsure of herself. I looked down at her body. I could see that her nibbles were straining against the cotton pull-over that held them back. I moved my hand slowly across her stomach and gently cupped her right breast. If she wasn't aroused before, she most certainly was now. She arched her back to plant more of herself in my hand and at the same time, rolled her head back opening her mouth. I took that moment to kiss her. She rested herself, letting her back lay against the bed again. Forcing my tongue past the slight crack between her lips and into her mouth, I probed for her tongue. Knowing or not knowing, she opened her mouth just a bit more and pushed her tongue up to greet mine. We tongued each other as if we had known one another for years. The kiss was long, deep and wet. I moved slowly from her mouth down to her neck; dragging my tongue along, arousing her even more. As I reached the bottom of her neck, I began kissing her gently and lightly playing with her pert little breasts. She moaned slightly as a ripple of anticipation went through her. My cock was now rock solid; wanting to get some of the action as well. I pulled Kristin's hand down between our bodies, and put it on my firm erection. She kept her hand there without any objection. I then moved my left hand from Kristin's breast down to her shirt and under it to get at her flesh-- young, hot flesh. I pulled her top up and moved my hand underneath. I slid it up slowly and found what I was looking for. The breasts were _warm_. I gently pinched the nipple on one. Kristin arched her back profoundly and let out a loud muffled moan. Although it was muffled, it was still loud enough that I thought it would bring Ben into the room. I guess he was still engrossed with the video games that he didn't hear it; he didn't come. The next thing that happened, happened to me. I felt Kristin remove her hand from my member, and snake it into my pants. She slowly moved down to where she could wrap the tips of her fingers around my shaft. She squeezed me with her quiet strength. It was I that moaned that time. I bent over her again and kissed her. I kept my mouth on, or maybe _in_, her mouth for a long time. Time had passed so quickly that we were both startled by the doorbell ringing. We jumped up frightened, and guiltily composed ourselves, then I went to the door. It was here dad coming to take her and Ben back home. He asked Kristin how the night had gone, and she responded that it had been very enjoyable. Continued in part 2... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 4