("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Christine by Bonenanza (address withheld) *** After working with the same company for years a man finds himself working half time. With too much time on his hands he decides to find a new hobby and keep a dairy. Things become complicated when the girl across the street becomes a part of his daily life. (M-teen/g, 1st, ped, rom) *** This is pure fiction and fantasy other than having my hours cut back and having too much time on my hands. Not good for an active mind. This is my first attempt at submitting something I wrote. I was curious to see how it would go over. Any comments and suggestions would be appreciated. *** Temptation Monday March 8, 12:30pm just got home from work and its 12:15 not 5:30 or 6. First week of 20 hour weeks and I feel bummed out. The economy sucks. Had this job for over 20 good years and it sure does seem strange. Finances are not a problem since I have invested well but I will need to find something to do with my time. Right now I don't feel like doing much but sitting in front of the computer and checking out porn sites. Guess I can jerk off every day. Sure I can. I am turning 50 this year. Well, not every day then. 3:20pm Heard laughing a giggling and looked out the window. Looks like Christine, Chris to those of us you have watched her grow up, just got home from school. She must be 12 now and she is going to make some young man happy someday. Too bad her parents split. I lost a golf buddy but she lost much more. Thursday March 18 1:30pm I ordered Adobe Photoshop today. It's something I have always been interested in and I have a lot of photos on my computer to mess around with. Maybe I can start a new career, part time anyway. Even played a little online poker yesterday. More frustrating than fun. 3:30 Door bell rang and Christine was at the door asking if I was ok, that she had seen my Hummer II in the drive all week. I explained to her about my job as I stood in the door. She looked past me a couple of times like she may have thought someone was inside or like she wanted to come in. Why do I feel uncomfortable talking to her now? Used to be she would just come across the road and walk in without even an invitation. Has she changed or have I? Maybe both of us. Saturday March 20 11:20 am was outside doing some yard work and talked to Christine's Mom, Kate. She said Chris had told her about me being home in the afternoons. Said she was sorry my hours were cut back but she was glad that someone was close since Chris was alone after school till she got home from work. Even asked me if it would go on through the summer, she was really worried about Chris being home all day by herself. I told her I didn't know but if I was I would keep an eye on Chris. If there was a problem I would be here for her. Monday March 22 3:30 Door bell rang and Chris is at the door. She tells me that her Mom told her that I was going watch out for her in the afternoons. Said that it made her feel safe. She was smiling up at me. You could see the rise of her small breasts through her t-shirt. She looked so cute. Cute? When she left I found that I had started to swell as I walked back to the photo I was editing. Cute? I felt compelled to look out the window and watch her to make sure she was ok. Thursday April 8 3:30pm Chris has started coming over every day to let me know she is home. It's a strange feeling to stand there in the doorway and not invite her in. She must think I am a hiding something inside. I guess in a way I am. We sat on the porch and talked about things for over an hour. I really enjoy her company. She is such a bright girl. I find myself looking out the window often to check on her. If she is not outside I wonder what she is doing inside. Saturday April 10 11:00am Chris and Kate came to the door. Why do I feel uneasy when talking to Kate now? I never did before. Kate starts out by apologizing for putting me in such an awkward position. She hadn't realized how unfair it was to ask me to look out for a 12 year old girl. I am thinking, oh shit, she suspects I have been trying something or thinking it anyway. I just nod then she goes on. Talking now about how she has no worries about Chris being with me but since it seems to be interfering with my privacy that Chris will not come over anymore. I start saying, "Oh no it’s not that," feeling a little panic at not being able to see Chris. She says, "well we thought since you never let Chris inside that it was a problem.” I don't know what to say. Then she nods saying she sees and it’s perfectly fine with her if Chris does come inside my house. I am like "oh ok.” Now what do I do? They leave and I go back inside. Now what do I do when Chris comes over. If I don't let her in now they will think I am some kind of jerk and really do not want to help out. If I do let her in….. Shit, alone with Chris. Damn it, you are not some pervert. There is absolutely no reason that Chris cannot come in, none at all. Why do I not feel convinced? Monday April 12 3:25 pm I heard the school bus and Chris came to my door today and she still had her book bag on her back. She must have come straight from the bus. I talked to her at the door for a minute thinking maybe she will just go home, but no, it was clear she expected to come inside. I finally gave up feeling I had to let her in. I got her something to drink and she asked if she could do her homework here. I said sure and told her she could sit on the couch and use the coffee table. She seemed pleased with that and settled in. I went back into my home office to try to stay busy, keep my mind off her but I couldn't get her out of my head. Tuesday April 27 3:00 pm Chris has been coming over every afternoon after school. It's about now that I start thinking about her, looking forward to hearing the school bus and knowing that she will be at my door soon. I am feeling less uneasy having her over now. I really enjoy her company. Sometimes we just sit on the couch and chat. Nothing more has happened, thank god, but sometimes when we are sitting there and she smiles at me, my heart beat quickens. I find myself looking at her body, her chest, her legs. Why do girls these days wear such short skirts? 4:00pm Chris had settled down studying on the couch and I walked in to see if she needed anything. I stopped when I saw her sitting there. I stared, I couldn't move. Her legs were sort of tucked up under her on the couch, angled up a bit at the knees and the white of her panties were clearly visible. I just stood there and stared till she looked up at me and smiled. I gathered my wits and asked if she needed anything. She said no. I still just stood there, white, white. She lowered her legs back to the floor and when I looked up she was looking at me. She didn't seem upset but she wasn't smiling either. I told her, ok, I was just checking on you. I turned and went back into my office. I ached. I was hard. 11:15 pm I had a difficult time going to sleep. I miss my wife. I was horny. Finally I just lay in bed and stroked till I came. I was not thinking of my wife when my eyes were closed and I gasped in relief. I was seeing white between young thighs. Seeing a sweet smile. I will be ok tomorrow. It had just been too long. I was horny and needed relief. Wednesday April 28 3:00 pm I feel anxious. I have been wondering if I upset Chris. She has to know that I was looking between her legs, that I saw her panties. It’s hot today, hottest day of the year. I turn on the AC. 4:00 pm . Feeling more concerned. Still no Chris. I heard the bus but she has still not come over. I bet she is upset with me staring yesterday. God, what if she told Kate. Oh. There is the doorbell. 4:30 pm it was Chris at the door. Things seemed normal with her. She had gone home and changed after school because it was so hot. She came to the door in shorts and a t-shirt. She came inside and we talked on the couch as we usually did for a few minutes. She seemed shy for some reason once when she looked me in the face she blushed. Then I noticed that her nipples were poking out against the t-shirt. I tried not to stare but it was difficult. She noticed me looking and blushed again. I asked if she was cold, if I needed to turn off the AC. She said no, that she was fine. I left her to her studies. Thursday April 29 3:45 pm Chris came over quicker today after going home to change. She had changed into a short skirt and t- shirt. The t-shirt almost looked too small on her it was so tight. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples looked like they would poke out of them. Today she didn't seem shy at all. Every time I came in to check on her she was sitting so that I could see her panties. It became obvious that she knew I was looking and was giving me good views. I checked on her more than was really necessary. Tuesday May 11 11:00 am I am looking forward more and more to Chris coming over every afternoon. Sometimes it’s all I can think about. It is a rare afternoon now that she is not wearing something that shows off her small breasts or that I do not see her panties. I think it excites her almost as much as it does me when I look at her. I don't even try to hide my stares anymore. I keep telling myself there is no harm in this. You know "look but don't touch.” That's what my wife would tell me when we were at the beach together. 7:00 PM Christine just left and I am sitting here stroking, seeing her still. She came over a little later today than usual. I think she had changed and been prepping. I was watching for her to come over and I met her at the door and she had a big smile on her face. I could see her nipples were already hard through the thin white t-shirt she was wearing and I could see the dark of her areola. I immediately started to swell. I stepped back as she entered and went to her usual study spot on the couch. She was wearing such a short skirt. She got to the couch and leaned over, her back to me. The skirt hid nothing. I was staring at her ass and it was bare. I think she heard me gasp because she looked back over her shoulder at me, that big smile still on her face. I am thinking, oh God, she is not wearing panties. I want her to sit down, sit down and show me. She sits, still smiling as I am still staring. She moves, lifting her legs to tuck them under her as she often does. I see between them and she is covered but just barely. She must be wearing a thong. With her legs now tucked under her I stare at her bare ass and at her barely covered sex. My cock is so hard. I know she sees that my shorts are pushing out. We must have stayed like that for 2 or 3 minutes, I don't know how long, just looking at each other. I wanted to pull out my cock and jerk off. I was aching, throbbing. I wonder if she ached too. 7:30 PM I just came very hard. Seeing her. Her bare ass. Her barely hidden sex. Monday May 17 7:30PM it’s becoming the norm now for Chris to dress sexily when she comes over. For her to sit there flash her panties or her ass in front of me. I don't even try to hide my stares anymore and she looks openly at the very visible wad in my pants caused by my hard cock. I wonder what would happen if I let her see my cock? Would scream and run out the door, would she show me her bare pussy? You know "look but don't touch.” Tuesday May 18 2:30 PM I may be taking a step I will regret but I am so consumed by what is going on with Chris that I can't think straight. I am waiting for her to get home from school and come over. I am wearing loose gym shorts. I did not put on any underwear. This will hide my erection even less and then I will gauge her reaction as to whether or not to go further. I stood in front of a picture I had taken of her this morning and dropped my boxers. Her eyes in the photo just stared at my cock. I stroked it. Moved closer until the tip nearly touched the photo. I nearly came. Probably should have. 4:00 PM Chris is wearing a thong today. She gave me the usual view of her ass and barely covered pussy. I stood there fully erect in my gym shorts, again no underwear. My cock was trying to push out of them and she just stared right back. I started to pull them down but didn't. The one time I did look down I could see where the head of my cock was pushing out. There was a dark spot from where the pre-cum was leaking. Yeah, should have cum earlier. I had to leave but now as I sit here, my cock still throbbing, all I can think about is Chris. I can't go back in there. I don't trust myself with her right now. 4:15 PM I just came. I got out that picture of Chris and looked at it as I jacked off. I came hard some of it splattered on the picture. I better clean up and then check on Chris. I should be ok now. 7 PM God, I could cum again right now. My desire for Chris is growing. I went back into the living room after I came and sat on the couch. We chatted for a while and she sat so I had a great view of her young barely covered sex. She looked down at my shorts and then looked back up and she had a puzzled look on her face. She even looked kind of disappointed. I didn't realize why at first but then she opened up her legs a little more giving me an even better view. I could see the outline of her sex, see the material sink into her slit. I started to swell again as I stared. She looked down again and then back up at me and she was smiling. Then she asked "what did you do in your office after you left, I heard you make a funny noise.” My mouth dropped open as I looked at her. I didn't know what to say. Did she know that I had just jacked off or was it an innocent question? "Oh, I had a cramp in my leg" made sense to me. "Oh no" she exclaimed "I had one of those and it hurts bad, where was it?" Maybe I should have thought a bit more before pointing to my thigh. "Yeah that’s where I had mine too, Mom rubbed it for me and it felt better, want me to rub it?" and before I could answer she scooted over close to me and both her hands were on my thigh. It did not take long for me to become fully aroused at the feel of her young hands on my thigh. She noticed and looked back up at me with that big smile. "That’s better isn't it?” All I could do was nod. She had her hands on my thigh for what must have been 5 minutes. My cock was throbbing and a wet spot was showing again where the head pushed out. It was all I could do to keep from groaning and when one of her hands move up higher and barely under the loose leg of my shorts my cock jerked and I did groan. I heard her giggle. "Are you ok, does it still hurt?.” I mustered every bit of strength I could and pushed her hands away. "Yeah, I'm all good now Chris, thanks. It’s about time for you to go home." She looked at me pouting, kind of, so cute and sexy. God yes, so sexy. Did she understand what she was doing to me, did she realize the consequences. Wednesday May 19 4:30 PM The only reason I am sitting here is because Chris said she had done her homework and wanted to know if I wanted to play a game. I told her sure. She seemed very excited about that and said she needed to go home and get the game that she would be right back. I hear her coming back in, I better go. 7:15 PM This is going to sound so crazy but well it did happen. I am just now calming down enough to write. Chris came back with a deck of cards in her hand that was it. I told her I had cards. She giggled and said "oh ok, I didn't think about that." She said she wanted to learn to play poker. I said ok but you can do that easier online. She said she wanted to do it with real cards. I said I didn't have any chips and she replied she didn't have any money but we can play for something else. She was fidgeting acting nervous when I asked her what we could play for. She had sat back down showing me her panties and I was swelling again by this time. She saw my cock pushing out again and I guess that gave her the incentive to come out and tell me "we can play strip poker.” I was stunned but she went on "a friend of mine said her sister played strip poker with guys and I thought it would be good to learn to play with you so I wouldn't lose so badly if I ever played with guys." She was looking up at me smiling, then she looked back at my cock trying to break out of my shorts. I couldn't tell her no, could I? We both sat on the couch sorta facing each other and dealt the cards between us onto the couch cushion. I taught her how to play 5 card draw, 5 card stud. We were not playing for keeps at first as I was trying to teach her. Part of me wanted that to be where it ended but another part of me wanted to continue. That part was causing my shorts to tent in front of her as she sat there in front of me, indian style, giving me an unhindered view of panties pulled tight against the rise of her young pussy. She couldn't help but notice me staring and I couldn't help but notice her staring at my tent. I knew that we would be dealing for keeps soon. We both wanted it. "Ok, I understand now, can we play for real" I heard her say. My head was spinning. I knew it was coming but now it was here and I just couldn't say no. "Yeah, we can play but if you want to stop just say so. We don't have to play till... um... ahhh..." she looked at me smiling. "You mean we don't have to play till one of us is naked?" she giggled. "Yeah, that’s what I mean. You can stop anytime you want to." she giggled again "You can too.” I stared at her knowing then and there that she would not stop. That if we stopped then it would be up to me. Neither of us had much on to begin with. It was warm and all I had on was my shorts and a T-shirt. She had on that skirt, the panties and a t-shirt. I dealt the first hand of draw and won. I looked at her "I won" (duh). She was smiling at me as she jumped to her feet beside the couch. She reached to the side of her skirt, undid a button and pulled down a zipper and the skirt fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it and sat down again across from me crossing her legs at the ankles again and giving me that perfect view between her young thighs. "Ok, can I deal now?" she eagerly asked. "Sure," handing her the cards. "Let's play the stud one this time," and she easily shuffled and dealt the two down cards then the up card to each of us. She had a king up and ended up winning with 2 kings. She giggled, "Ok, your turn" those big young eyes stared at me as I pulled off my t-shirt. "Mmmm nice," she said. I looked at her "all I have on is my shorts," I said. "I know and I don't think it's fair for me to have on more cloths than you," she replied as she reached down and peeled her t-shirt up and over her head and lowered her arms smiling back at me. I stared back at her too, staring at her two perfect little breasts. Each no bigger than a tea cup and each tipped by a taunt pink nipple. My cock twitched in my shorts. "IT MOVED!" I heard her squeal "I saw it move in your shorts.” I could hardly speak. The next hand and one of us would be naked. Either I would be staring at this cute 12 year old pussy or she would be staring at my throbbing cock. I wasn't sure if I wanted to win or wanted her to win. I reached out for the cards with shaky fingers and managed to deal the 5 down cards for a hand of draw poker. Neither of us said anything and we were not smiling. Suddenly the mood had changed. We both knew that things between us would change once this hand was over. Both of us had shitty hands and I thought I had lost till we lay down our cards. My pair of 7's beat her Ace high. "I lost," she said quietly. "Yes," I replied, "but it's ok, you don't have to take off your panties." She looked at me and smiled softly. "You are such a nice man.” Then she uncrossed her ankles, brought her knees together, her hand went to the waist band of her panties and her ass lifted slightly off the couch. She peeled the pink panties off her young thighs and legs, over her ankles, lifted them to the side with one hand and dropped them on the coffee table. I stared at her. Her knees were still together. I stared wanting her to open her knees, wanting to see her so bad. I looked at her face and she was looking back at me, her eyes staring into mine. Then that smile again and movement. I looked back down as her knees started to part. She opened her legs slowly, painfully slow and I stared between them watching as her young sex came into view. Her legs continued to open as I stared between them till she crossed her ankles and sat there in front of me her legs open wide. I groaned as I stared at her young sex. She had no hair yet, that I could see, so the view was completely unobstructed. Her pussy lips seemed to be slightly swollen and her slit was maybe parted just a bit as I could see moisture glisten between them in the well lit room. "My God Chris, you are beautiful.” I lifted one of my hands, my fingers shaking as I it moved toward her. I wanted to touch her so bad. I paused and looked at her. She wasn't smiling and her lips were parted she was breathing deeply. She looked back at me "it's ok, I want you to" she whispered. My hand moved forward again. The phone rang but I didn't hear it. My fingers were nearly touching her. "You better answer that, it might be Mom, if you don't answer she will come over.” I jerked my hand back, MOM. I struggled to my feet and to the phone and it was Mom. "Yes, hi... yeah she did all her homework and we were playing a game... I didn't realize it was so late... yes, I’ll send her home." I set the phone down the voice of this young girl’s mother jarring me back to earth. I turned to her and she was already putting on her cloths. She didn't say anything as she finished dressing got her stuff together and walked out the door. I came into my office and jacked off the vision of Chris's pussy so strong in my head. Then I started typing. My life would not be the same. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 72