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                          Sitting for Kelli
                                 by
                            Hank Freeman

CH 1 - DOING FAVORS

At first I thought `what have a gotten myself into?'  I had agreed to babysit
for the neighbors whenever they were going out, since I was home alone in the
evenings anyway.  I had made the mistake of telling Pete and Judith, who lived
in the adjacent townhouse, that my wife worked nights and that I spent most
evenings watching cable and playing games on the computer.  Their eyes had
fairly lit up when I said that, and they had immediately asked if I could
babysit their two kids from time to time, so they could get out of the house.
Ugh.  How could I refuse? I'd just told them I did nothing in the evenings, so
I could not very well make up an excuse now.

Their boy Jeff was twelve and Kelli, his older sister, was fourteen. Were they
sure these kids even needed a babysiter?  Kelli certainly looked old enough to
take care of Jeff, if he even needed any looking after.  Judith was adamant,
though - kids should not be left alone.  What if someone broke in?  What if
there was a fire?  Fine, fine, I had said, though I had to wonder if someone
*did* break in if I would stick around to be of any use.

I arrived at 6:00, just after they had finished dinner.  Their place was
pretty messy, especially compared to our spotless home (my wife is a neatness
fanatic), but I guessed that was due to the presence of the kids.  I expected
a night of real horror after seeing the disarray around me; `these kids must
be monsters,' I thought.

Pete greeted me with a smile.  "Say, Hank!  We really appreciate this, pal.
We're finally going to get out on our own for the first time in, god, how long
honey?"

Judith emerged from the kitchen, wearing an evening dress with a plunging
neckline.  She was a nice looking lady for someone 15 years my senior.
"Forever," she said, and smiled at me strangely.

"Yeah, forever.  Anyway, we're going to Les Miserables and then a late supper.
Midnight too late for you?"

"No, not at all," I said, wincing internally.  "My wife gets home about then,
so I'll just call her and tell her I may be over here when she gets home."

As I was talking I began to hear some decidedly loud thumps coming from
upstairs.  Pete noticed me glancing at the ceiling.  "Kids!," he yelled up at
the stucco, "knock it off and get down here."  I heard giggles and more
rumbling, then footsteps running down the stairs.

Little Jeff emerged first.  He was awfully short for his age, and wiry. He
really looked like a much younger kid than he was.  But then, Pete looked like
a kid too, and he was over 40.  Genetics.

Right on Jeff's heels, and tugging on his hair, was Kelli.  If jeff had looked
half his true age, Kelli looked almost twice hers.  I remembered when that
film director, Polanski, got in trouble for messing around with a minor and he
claimed that he'd thought she was in her twenties.  I had taken an `oh, sure'
attitude about that, but now I knew what he meant.

Kelli was a lovely girl.  She had an hourglass figure, long smooth legs, large
breasts for a 14-year-old, and a face that reminded one incredibly of
Elizabeth Taylor in `National Velvet.'  Or maybe Natalie Wood in some of her
younger roles.  Her soft brown hair fell in lovely, loose, natural curves all
around her neck.  And she was very tall for 14 - almost as tall as my wife.
If I did not know better, I would have bet she was 19 or 20.  She was dressed
in a knee-length T-shirt with a picture of a teenage mutant ninje turtle on
it, and that combined with the roughouse play she was engaging in with her
brother were the only indications that this was a kid.

Pete made the kids stand still and he introduced them to me.  I had seen Jeff
playing around the complex, but had never met him or even seen Kelli.

"Hi," he said, looking away.

"Hi," Kelli said, looking me right in the eye.  Her expression had a kind of
boldness to it, but she still looked terribly innocent.

I held that gaze for an uncomfortable moment, then looked up to see that Pete
and Judith had already started heading for the door.  "You kids be good - mind
Mr.  Freeman," Judith said, not looking.  Pete followed her out the door
without a word.  They told me nothing about who to call if there was a
problem, or any of the stuff I'd thought one would tell a sitter.  Pretty
neglectfull parents, I thought.

The kids showed it.  For the first hour things were rocky.  These two just
would not calm down.  They wrestled, tumbled, and ran over most of the house,
and I felt weird telling them to `settle down' and things like that.  It made
me feel like my father, and hence rather old.  I began to see why the place
was such a mess.  I decided to retire to the TV room and hoped the kids would
get tired soon.

I was watching some nudie flick on the Playboy channel, and things got
reasonably quiet for a while.  Then all of a sudden I head a loud *bang*
followed by crying.

I ran into the kitchen and saw Jeff lying next to the undersink cabinet. I
felt my heart jump when I saw the blood running down his face.  Kelli was
standing next to him, looking too innocent and doing nothing to help him.

"Damn!" I said, and hurried to check him out.  As it turned out, the cut was
very small and looked far worse than it actually was.  I glared at Kelli as I
was calming Jeff and cleaning the cut with a paper towel.

"I didn't do anything," she said, indignantly.

"Sh-sh-she pushed me down!" Jeff said, sobbing.

"Nuh-uh!  Did not!"  Her voice was high and frantic.  She'd done it, of course.

The kids did that `did not, did too, did not' thing for about a minute until I
bellowed for them to shut up.  Jeff looked good as new once I got the blood
out of his hair.  I could not even find the cut anymore. They went running off
to do more damage and I cleaned the spatters off the kitchen floor, swearing
to myself.

Before I could even get back to the TV room I heard another thump, and more
crying.  This time it was Kelli who was the victim.  Jeff had obviously
tripped her as she was running up the wide carpeted stairs.  She was laying in
a heap on the tile at the foot of the stairs, crying and holding her knee.

`Dr. Hank, call to surgery,' I thought.  I sent Jeff to his room, rather
angrily, and knelt to examine Kelli's knee.  Jeff ran up the stairs sulkily.

I could not help but notice that her long T-shirt had ridden up to her waist,
and as I checked out her left knee, my eyes kept wandering to her white cotton
panties.  Her sobs were subsiding as I ran my hands over her knee - there was
no damage that I could see.  But I prolonged the moment, my mind reeling madly
as I noticed the tiny curls of pubic hair that were peeking around the
legbands of her underwear.  All of a sudden I was being turned on by this girl
- my dick was hardening, my heart was beating faster, I felt my breath coming
shallow and quick.  I could barely see the folds of her labia, or imagined I
could, through that thin white material.  My attentions to her knee had caused
her legs to spread slightly, and I found myself pushing the knee farther,
pretending to look for damage, watching feverishly out the corner of my eye as
the edge of her pussy began to barely peak out from the elastic. I began to
slide my hand down a bit from her knee, feeling the taut youthfullness of her
thigh.

"Ow!" she said, and I looked up.  I had spread her legs far enough that she'd
felt it.  Her face was red with a blush.

"Um, your knee looks OK,"  I said.

"Thanks," she whispered, then bolted up the stairs.  Had she seen me looking
at her pussy?  I was not sure, but something seemed to have made her react.

Confused and turned on, I returned to the TV room.  The Playboy channel was
still on, showing some playmate who was golfing in the nude.  I switched off
the idiotic thing and sat in an easy chair, my mind filled with what had
happened.

I was no child molester; that I knew for sure.  Kelli's young body had turned
me on, but that was natural, wasn't it?  And all I had done was look - how
could I help myself?  The girl was a knockout, though she clearly did not know
it.  I mean, to have ignored that pretty little cunt when it was staring me in
the face would have been inhuman.

Wouldn't it?

My dick would not soften.  I tried to think of mundane things like work and
gardening, but no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts ran back to Kelli's
thighs, Kelli's pussy, Kelli's little hands wrapped around my cock shaft, the
sheer madness of sinking my prick, centemeter by centemeter into that tight
little quim.  Oh god, this was insanity - how could I get ths girl out of my
head?

I turned the Playboy channel back on - they were showing a softened version of
some porno film.  I took out my cock and began to beat off feverishly.  I
turned the sound down so I'd be sure to hear if the kids came downstairs.  I
shot off in about a dozen strokes, pouring my sperm into a paper napkin that
was sitting on the endtable.


CH 2 - KELLI'S COSTUME

In the days that followed I found myself becoming increasingly obsessed with
Kelli, thinking almost constantly about that moment at the foot of the stairs.
Sometimes I could almost convince myself that I had reached down and stroked
her pussy though her panties with my fingertips.  Other times I imagined
ripping through that thin cotton material and sinking my tongue into her tight
hole.  All of it was buttshit, all of it drove me crazy.

I was almost too quick to agree with Pete and Judith when they asked me to sit
with the kids again.  They did not seem to notice my strange eagerness - but
that was not too suprising.  When it came to their kids they seemed to notice
damned little.

It was the weekend before halloween, and the kids were fussing about their
costumes.  Pete and Judith had left abruptly, again leaving me with no
instructions, and I was trying to help the kids, especially Kelli, to finish
up their costumes.

Jeff was going to be a cowboy.  Easily done, all you need is jeans and a plaid
shirt, a cowboy hat, a six shooter in a holster, and maybe some chaps.  Jeff
had all these things but wanted to be a marshall, so I made him a star out of
tinfoil.  Kelli waited patiently for my help with her costume, which was to be
a female vampire.  Once the star was finished, Jeff ran off upstairs to look
at himself in the mirror and play in his new costume.

"I want to be a vampira," Kelli said, holding out a black swath of material.
The swath was actually an extremely slinky, tight nylon dress that she'd
borrowed from her mother.  She also said she had a set of false fangs she'd
bought at the novelty store, and a black wig an aunt had given her for a witch
costume the previous year.

"Well," I said, "if this is your mom's dress I doubt it will fit you. She's a
lot bigger than you."  I glanced at Kelli's chest.  "Taller, I mean..."

"I also need a cape, and I don't know where I'm going to get that."  She
looked dejected.

"Well, let's take one thing at a time.  Have you tried the dress on?"

She shook her head.

"OK, well let's see how it fits."

I expected her to then go off somewhere and put the dress on, then return so I
could see the fit.  Naturally, in that part of my mind that was still
remembering her little wispy hairs peeking out the edge of her panties, I
wanted her to change right there in front of me.  What I got was something in
between.  She went behind a sort of japanese screen they had near the
fireplace, and took off her jumper.  But the glass door of the fireplace was a
pretty good mirror, and I had a darkened, but reasonble view of her as she
slipped the dress on.  I did not see much, since she wore a bra and panties,
but I was struck by how slim her waist was.  I thought I might be able to get
my hands around it completely, thumbs touching in front, middle fingers in
back.  I felt myself getting hard again, especially when I noticed how
strained her bra was.  Her mom had not noticed how much Kelli had grown and
bought her a larger size.  Her appearance in that tight bra was extremely
sexy, since it emphasized the fact that she was just then blossoming into
womanhood.

She came out from behind the curtain.  The dress, which was obviously intended
to be mid-calf length, piled up on the floor, and the waist was somewhere
between her hips and her knees.  Not the proper effect, but sexy as hell since
the neckline, already intended to plunge, was almost to her navel.  We tried
and tried to adjust the dress, and during this time I had several chances to
run my hand over her tummy and the small of her back.  The feel of her was
fantastic - so smooth and firm.  I suggested that we might be able to bring
the dress up by shortening the shoulder straps, and while standing behind her
I demonstrated by pulling the dress up by the straps.  I watched that silky
black material slide over her tits and ass, and my boner became a real
problem.  I sat down quickly while Kelli held the straps up and knotted them.

"This should work, though the knots will look funny."  She noticed my
distress.  "Are you OK Mr. Freeman?"

"Yeah, sure.  Just a leg cramp."  I doubled over to massage my leg, and also
effectively hid my hardon.

"What do we do about the cape?" she asked.

"Well, I think I have a black bedsheet that will work, though you'll have to
give it back."  I was still rubbing my leg, and watching her curves through
that dress.  I was hoping she'd leave to play, like Jeff, so I could take care
of my problem.

"You have black sheets?"  she asked, amazed.

"Sure.  Other colors too.  So?"

"I thought they were always white."  She shrugged.  "Well, thanks.  That
pretty much does it I guess."  Without another word she walked out the door
and I heard her ascend the stairs.

I did not wait a second.  I whipped out my painfully hard erection and flicked
on the Playboy channel with the remote.  They were showing, oddly enough, a
woman dressed as a vampire, but with nothing underneath the cape.  As she
spread her cape wide, she undulated her hips and heaved her breasts as she
hissed.  Pretty sexy stuff.  I began to stroke my cock slowly, trying to enjoy
the sensation and imagine Kelli was the vampire, beckoning be to fucked by
curling her black tipped fingers.

I had not turned the sound down.  So I did not hear when she came back into
the room.

Suddenly I heard a gasp behind me.  Without thinking I whirled around, and
there was Kelli.  She had retrieved her false fangs and had put them in her
mouth.  She'd also put on the black wig.  Obviously she wanted to show me the
costume - and now she was standing stock still, staring at the hard cock in my
hand.

I should have tried to hide myself, or cram my dick back into my pants, but I
was too stunned to do anything for several seconds.  Kelli had started to say
"I vant to suck your blooood", in a Beli Lugosi-type voice, and had said
simply "I want to suck your..." before I had turned around and had stopped her
in her tracks.  Now the irony and sexiness of that partial statement caught
me, and I was just stuck there, standing like an idiot with my dick in my hand.

"God," she said, finally.  Her voice brought me back to reality.  I hurriedly
turned around and painfully jammed my shrinking dick back into my pants.  I
muttered some kind of apology, but by the time I turned back around she was
gone.  I heard her running up the stairs.  The wig and the fangs were on the
floor.


CH 3 - EDUCATING KELLI

What to do?  My mind was totally divided between two terribly conflicting
ideas.  One half of me was still incredibly aroused by the memory of Kelli
standing there staring at my penis and telling me she wanted to suck me, even
though I knew that it was an accident of fate that put those words into her
mouth.  My other half was terrified of what might happen if she reported the
indicent to her parents.  At best they'd get pissed and maybe tell my wife.
At worst I could end up talking to the police.  I decided I'd better talk to
her about the whole thing and make sure she undertood that I did not mean her
to see me like that.

I cautiously went upstairs.  I checked in on Jeff first and found that he'd
fallen asleep in his cowboy outfit, lying on top of the covers.  I covered him
as best I could with the bedspread, which was balled up on the floor and
looked as though it had been there for some time, then turned off his light
and closed the door to his room.  Kelli's room was on the other side of the
bathroom, a bit down the hall.

As I walked the short distance to her door I went through all the things I
might say, in my mind.  Nothing seemed to sound right, though, and I decided
to play it by ear.  I had no idea how experienced she was or what she knew
about men and sex.  14 is a nebulous age; some girls have even had sex by
then.  Others have barely thought about it.

Kelli's room was dimly lit from a desk lamp in one corner.  Like the rest of
the house, her room was a disheveled mess, though she had left no clothing on
the floor as her brother had.  Mostly there were stuffed animals and magazines
everywhere.  Kelli was sitting in a window seat and staring outside when I
came into her room.  When she turned to look at me her face was a mixture of
confusion and defense.

I crossed the room and sat on her bed - I did not consider that to be
lascivious at the time, it was simply the farthest spot from her and I did not
want to be threatening.  Looking back, I suppose the symbolism was pretty
strong.  She went back to staring out the window and I realized that I was
going to have to speak first.

"Kelli," I began, "I'm really sorry about what just happened.  I did not mean
for you to see me like that."

She said nothing for a moment, and I was about to try and phrase it another
way when she said: "I know.  I'm always doing that."

Doing what?  Making grown men jack off?  "Always doing what?"

"Always interrupting private stuff.  Like with my mom and dad."  She looked
terribly glum.

"You walked in on them in bed?"

"They weren't in bed - they were in front of the fireplace and I just wanted
to get my Tiger Beat that I'd left on the TV set and I walked in and saw
them.... doing it.  Sort of."

"Oh."  Sort of?  How can you do it `sort of'?

"Anyway, my dad got really mad and told me I was a peeking tom and mom got
even madder and wouldn't talk to me."  Her face dropped from glum to
positively sad and I felt truly sorry for her, though her reference to
`peeking tom' was cute enough to make me smile a little.

"Well, you couldn't help it.  You didn't know."

"Another time," she continued, almost ignoring me, "was with Jenny, our old
babysitter.  I came downstairs late because I forgot to take my vitamin B for
flea bites and I saw her with this boy...  on the stairs. I had never seen the
boy before, but they were doing stuff and they got really mad too.  They made
me promise not to tell or they'd tell my parents I was touching myself or
something.  I was scared already.  I wouldn't have told."

She looked at me, a sort of pleading in her eyes.  "I'm not trying to see
anything.  It just keeps happening to me.  Don't be mad, OK?"  There was a
tear running down her left cheek.

Amazement turned to relief.  She was more concerned with what I might say to
her parents - she had not even considered saying anything herself.  I stepped
over to her and put an arm around her shoulder. "I'm not mad, Kelli.  Not at
all.  It was not anyone's fault; just a mistake.  I'm sorry I made you sad and
made you think about those other times.  Why don't we just forget about it?"

She smiled.  "Thanks Mr. Freeman."

"Call me Hank."

She blushed a little, then all of a sudden gave me a very womanly look.
"Thanks, Hank."

"No problem.  Good night."

I started to leave, and had gotten to the door when she asked me: "Can I ask
you a sort of personal question, Hank?"

I turned.  She was still sitting at the window seat, but had turned to face
the room.  The straps on the dress and slipped back, and the neckline hung low
on her.  I could see the lacy trim of her bra above the scoop, and could see
the tops of her breasts rising out of the one-size-too-small cups.  I sat on
the floor near the door and brought my knees up, looking casual but hiding my
rekindled erection.

"Shoot," I said, trying to sound totally at ease.

"Well, um.  I was wondering...  Well, if you don't want to tell me it's OK,
but..."

"Ask away, Kelli.   You've seen everything I have to hide already."

She laughed embarassedly into her hand.  "Um, well.  I have seen a guy's...
thing... three times.  And, well, I just wondered how come when you wear pants
it doesn't, like, show.  Like a tent.  You know...  poke out, like..."

She thought men were in a perpertual state of erection since she'd only seen
dicks when they were hard.  Sorry to have to break the bad news to you kid...

"Well," I said, "a man is not always hard.  Most of the time it just sort
of... hangs there."

She giggled.  "Oh.  Really?  Well, then...  but...  uh...  I don't know.  I
mean, how does it...  um...."  She obvioulsy wanted to know what made men
hard, but was too shy to ask.

I held up my hand.  "It's like this.  When a guy gets aroused - sexually
excited, like when your babysitter and her boyfreind were fooling around on
the stairs - then the guy gets hard, like you saw."

"It... _get's_ hard?"

"Sure.  Just sort of swells up and gets really stiff.  Don't they teach you
this stuff in health class?"

She shook her head.  "Your parents have to sign a thing, and my mom wouldn't.
Well, I think maybe she lost it.  So, does it hurt when it's like that?"

This was strange - this beautiful little girl was asking me intimate details
about my cock.  If it were an older girl I was having such a converstaion
with, I would have assumed we were in for some action; I had to remind myself
that this one was only a kid.  "No.  Not really.  It's very sensitive, though.
Like when your leg goes to sleep and is just waking up, you feel everything
like little tingles?"

"Yeah, that's a weird feeling," she nodded her head.

"Well, that's sort of the feeling, but nicer."

There was a very heavy silence for a moment, as she turned away, then back to
face me, then away again.  Finally, she said "so my dad got excited because my
mom had his thing in her mouth."  Ah, so that was doing it `sort of.'  "And
that boy was excited from putting his thing up against Jenny's poochy..."

"Poochy?"

"You know.  Down there."

"Oh.  You mean pussy."

"Oh?  OK, well...  pussy." She blushed a deep red.  My rising boner jumped a
bit at hearing her say that word.  "Anyway, so um, so why did you?  Get
excited I mean.  Was it that TV show with the naked vampire lady?"

This was a key moment.  I did not want to lie to her, but I did not want to
scare her either.  I had avoided a major possible disaster, and it was not a
good time to plunge back in.  "No.  And I don't think we should talk about
this anymore, Kelli." I got up and turned to the door.

She rose, panic in her voice.  "Did I say something bad?  I'm sorry.  I was
just curious.  Don't be mad..."

Over my shoulder, against my better judgement, I said "It was you, Kelli.  I
saw you changing clothes in the glass fireplace door.  That's what made me
hard.  I'm not mad."  I closed the door and walked downstairs.



CH 4 - IN THE TV ROOM

Down in the TV room I sat and concentrated, willing my dick to soften. I did
not dare try and relieve myself, though I considered going to the bathroom and
locking the door.  The feelings I was having were heavily conflicted; I was
still fighting that 50/50 battle between my adult, rational resistence toward
the idea of sex with such a young child, and my feisty, horny desire to see
and explore her naked body.  I sat there in the overstuffed easy chair,
watching an interview with Dudley Moore and fidgiting.

Again, she stole into the room unnoticed.  This was the girl that thumped and
wresteled around the house with her brother?  She could really be quiet when
she wanted to be.

"Hank?"

I almost jumped out of my chair - she had crept up to within a few feet of me,
just off to my left, totally silent.  "Ah!  Oh, jesus Kelli, you scared the
shit out of me..."

"Sorry.  I just came down cause I don't want you to be mad at me."  I sensed
that this was not totally true - she did not have that sad look she had
before.  There was a strange mischief in her eyes.

"I'm not mad.  I told you that - I just did not think we should keep talking
about... sexual things."

"Why not?"

"What do you think your parents would say?  I'm a grown man, and you're very
underage.  If they thought..."  I stopped myself.  She was asking me to talk,
not to fuck.  What was I assuming here?  This was a 14 year old girl, even
though she looked older.

Her face was a confused puzzle.  She looked curious, unsure, a little scared,
a little sad.  And a little excited.

I patted the chair next to me, on my right.  "OK.  Sit.  If you have
questions, I'll answer them.  But you absolutely have to promise that this
conversation will stay between the two of us."

"I swear," she said, solemnly.  She crossed in front of me to the chair, and I
thought I noticed something different about the way she looked, but I could
not place it.  She sat down, her face fairly glowing with the conpiratorial
quality of the moment.  To her, we were like kids whispering under a blanket.

"What did you want to ask me?"

"Well.  It's just that.... you said you got.... you got..."  She was nervous
again.

"Hard," I prompted.

"Yeah.  You said you got hard because you saw me changing my clothes in the
glass door.  That was a dirty trick, you know."  She smiled a little, like a
kid playing a game.  But it was forced.

"I'm sorry," I said, seriously, and her smile vanished.  "It _was_ a dirty
trick.  People have a right to privacy.  I should have turned my head."

"Oh.  That's OK.  But why would that make you get hard?  I mean, I'm just a
kid."

I smiled and leaned forward a bit in my chair.  She leaned too, I suppose
because she thought she was supposed to, and I noticed then what that
difference was in her appearance.  She'd taken off her bra.  Through the low
scoop in that black dress I could see most of the curve of her right breast,
and even the edge of her nipple, which was pink and perfect.  I shifted in my
chair, feeling my cock rise, and tried to concentrate on my hands as I spoke.

"You have not looked in the mirror lately, have you?  You're no kid." It was
true.  She could pass for 19 easily.

"They still treat me like one.  I can't go on dates, I can't stay out late, I
can't even watch R rated movies on HBO.  It's stupid."

"Well, your folks are used to thinking of you as a child.  I'm not.  I can see
you for what you are.  A beautiful young woman."

I looked up, but she had turned her face away, obviously embarrased. "But why?
Why did looking at me..."  she drited off.  After a moment of silence, she
turned back to face me.  Her face was bright with nervous excitement.  It was
as if she had hoped someone would notice her, and someone finally had.  And
now she was not sure how to feel about it.

"Why?"  I said.  "Well, it is very simple, actually.  When a man sees a
beautiful woman's body, part of his brain automatically responds, sending
signals to his..."

"Oh, I know that.  I mean, I figured that out from what you said before.  But
why me?"

"I told you.  You have a lovely body, Kelli.  When I peeked, I got hard.  It
was not the first time either."

"Oh?"  She looked suprised and a little pleased.  "When else?"

"When you fell down the stairs last time I was here and I helped you with your
knee."

"I remember.  But I didn't take my clothes off then."

"No.  But I saw your panties, and... well, that area.  It had a similar
effect."

"Really."  That mischevious look was back, and something in her smile told me
that she was pretty happy at the notion of having so much control over an
adult.  She was realizing the effect she could have, whenever she wanted to.
"So, um, are you hard now?"  She was examining her fingernails closely, trying
to appear casual, as though the question was purely conversational.

"No," I lied.  In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to about 50% at the
question.

With one deft motion, and without any warning, she slipped her shoulder straps
down and the top of the dress slid down to her waist.  I think I gasped a
little:  there she was, stripped to the waist.  Her young breasts, bigger than
a handfull on each side, stood pale and proud in the warm light of the TV
room.  Her rosy pink nipples were perfect, and had been pressed flat by the
dress.  They were not erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she
was excited, or scared, or both.  Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady.

I wanted to touch her so badly.  My dick had sprung stiff and straight as a
steel beam.  Her titties looked so inviting, and I could not tear my gaze away
from those nipples.  "Kelli," I whispered.  "This is really not a good idea..."

"But does it make you hard?" she asked, her voice strangely gentle.  "I mean,
is this enough to do that, or do you need to see my poochy too?  My pussy, I
mean."

My hands were shaking.  For some reason, I glanced at the clock - it was 9:30.
Her parents would not be home until midnight or 1:00am.  I could not leave.  I
could not stay.  I wanted to see her little pussy more than I wanted to take
another breath.  I wanted to run from the room.  I did not know what to do.

Some sort of instinct had taken over in Kelli.  There was no way she knew how
I was feeling, and yet somehow she was compelled into action.  I heard her
leave her chair, though I was still staring stupidly at the clock, terrified
that I was about to come in my pants.  She stood, walked into my field of
vision, blocking my view of the clock, and dropped her dress to the floor.  No
panties either.

When I had glanced at her panties before I had seen little hairs poking out
from around the elastic.  Now I could now find them.  She had a little swirl
of pubic hair, like the curl on a kewpie doll's head, high on her venus mound,
then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her pussy folds, just barely
visible as she stood.  Nothing more.  Her young thighs fit smoothly togther as
she stood, heels together, hands behind her back.  I stared - what else could
I do?  She was my every wet dream come true.  It was like she was waiting to
be inspected, approved.  Touched, maybe.  Maybe.

"What about now?" she said so quietly that I would not have heard if my
nervous system had not been running on overdrive.  "Are you hard now?"

"Yes," I croaked.  I could not seem to move.  My desire for her crept into my
muscles, my nerves.  Even my eyelids began to tingle.  I began to realize that
I was losing control.

"Can I see?" I looked at her face.  Her mouth was slightly open, her breath
coming rapidly.  Her skin had flushed.  She was scared, but she really wanted
to see.

What could I do?  I'm only human.

Without a word I leaned back in my chair, lowered my zipper and drew my
manhood from my pants.  It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with my pulse.  I
could not believe I was doing this.  But there she was, and I could not stop
myself.

"It's moving," she said, her voice a whisper.  She bit her lower lip, surely
not realizing how sexy that looked, and took a half step closer.

"With my heartbeat," I said, my voice much calmer than I was.  A little drop
of precome oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide.

"What's that?"

"Just another sign that you're turning me on, Kelli," I said.  The moment
seemed to freeze then.  She was staring at my cock, mesmerized.  My gaze
darted from her face to her tits to her pussy and back again, over and over.
My dick throbbed like a conductor's baton.  Unconsciously, her index finger
traced a line along her hip, and I knew she was getting turned on too, even if
she did not know it.

After what seemed like hours, I said "you can touch it if you want to."  I
could not believe I had said it.  My mouth was dry, and the back of my head
started to itch.

She took another step, then reached forward awkwardly, her fingers coming
within a fraction of an inch of my cock.  "It's all right?" she asked, still
whispering.

"No, it's not all right.  But I don't mind."

Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real recognition.  We were
doing something `naughty' - but she wanted to.  She took my cock in her hand,
wrapping her fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees before me.  Her
young breasts flattened against the insides of my thighs .  Her hand was warm
and soft, and almost by instinct she gently jacked the shaft, sliding my taut
skin over the firm muscle of my dick.  Precome dribbled out and rolled down
over her thumb.  She smiled, her eyes twinkling.

"Is this right?  Something came out...  Did I do that?"  Her enthusiasm and
interest was so insanely sexy.

"That's fine - yes, you made that come out.  It's.... uh..... precome fluid.
If you keep doing that, I'm going to come for real."  I was close, so close,
but trying to hold back.

She slowed her stokes to almost nothing.  "What's that mean?"

"White stuff will come out - a whole lot of it.  It's called semen."

"My mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw them doing it.  Is
that what will happen if I put it in my mouth?"  She almost giggled, then bit
her lip again.  She was talking about sucking me off in the same tone she
might have used to discuss barbie dolls or the latest album from her favorite
pop singer.  I felt like my brain was going to melt.

"Yes, it sure will.  Do you want to put it in your mouth?"  Please, oh please,
my mind screamed.  I no longer cared about much of anything except her mouth
and her pussy and what they would feel like around my cock.  Looking back I
can see I was shamelssly leading her on, but at the time I was simply lost to
the passion of the moment.

She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward.

For the rest of my life I will remember that moment.  It was simple a thing -
my dick slid into her mouth, and I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth,
the roof of her mouth.  She took it about a third of the way down, then slid
it back out and looked at the wet shaft.  She knew nothing about sucking a
cock, of course, and had merely taken me in and slid me back out.  But it was
perfect.  "Should I do it again?" she asked, grinning.

"Yes," I said, barely able to speak.  "Leave it in, then bob your head up and
down.  Lick and suck.  Like a popsicle.  Just like a popsicle."

She must have eaten a lot of popsicles in her life, because she took right to
it once I gave her that analogy.  She sucked, actually sucked at the skin as
she slid my cock into and out of her mouth, like it was giving her a flavor,
which I suppose it was.  She would lick up and down the shaft, ferverantly,
like she was catching the drips of a melting treat, which I also suppose she
was.  She kept her teeth away, as you do when you are eating a popsicle, to
keep from getting them too cold.  She slurped and licked and bobbed her head,
sucking my cock with energy and enthusiasm.  It was a perfect heaven.

I felt my come rising.

"It's c-coming, Kelli.  Swallow as m-much as you can."

She lifted her mouth to say "OK," just as the first spurt came, it leaped up
and hit her in the chin.  She giggled like a kid playing with a kitten and
quickly took my cock back into her mouth and began sucking and swallowing.
Her eyes were looking up into mine, questioning...  Is this OK, Hank?  Am I
sucking it right?  Her throat gulped with every pulse of my cock as she,
incredibly, swallowed every drop of my come.

I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was nothing but she and I,
suspended in that easy chair, my cock in her sweet little mouth.

She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, then grew again almost
immediately.  She was very excited about having felt that.  She drew her mouth
away, smiling, the come glistening on her chin and chest.

"It got small again, then grew in my mouth, Hank!"

"Yes.  After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal size for a while."
I smiled to myself.  "Usually it takes 15 minutes to a half an hour before it
can get hard again."  My dick was stiff and pulsing as though I had not come
at all.  I was amazed.

"But you got hard right away."  She spoke with the admiration a pet student
saves for her favorite teacher.  "That's cause you're good at sex, isn't it?"
She nodded to herself.

"Not really.  I'm just normal.  It's you that made the difference.  Seeing
you, feeling you, it makes my body respond so strongly that I got hard right
away.  That's never happened to me before."

"Really?"  She stood, looked down at herself, then looked at my hard cock.  "I
did that?"

"Yes."  I wanted to fuck her so badly that I had to think very hard, to
concentrate on jail cells and courtrooms, to say "if you want to stop now we
can, Kelli.  You know this is really bad, what we're doing.  I could get into
a lot of trouble if anyone found out.  I could go to jail."

"I don't want to stop," she said, seriously, but serious in that childlike way
that is almost funny.  "And I won't tell anyone.  Maybe we should go to my
room.  We can lock the door."  She smiled, but there was a kind of lust in the
smile.


CH 5 - STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

I was too far gone to think clearly now.  I followed her up the stairs,
watching her cute little ass bouncing ever-so-slightly as she ran up the
steps.  I thought back to the time I had seen her and Jeff playing on these
stairs, and how different things were now.  For some reason, this made me even
harder.

I also began to be concerned about Jeff.  Here his sister was running naked up
the stairs, followed by Hank with his dick sticking out of his pants.  Before
I had time to really think through what I would do if he popped out of his
door we were in Kelli's room again, and she was closing her curtains.

"We should lock the door," she said, and motioned behind me.  I realized that
I was standing up against the closed door, blocking access to the lock.  What
a strange feeling - I was scared, as though she was the experienced adult and
I was the virgin.  My cock throbbed and farily hummed with excitement, but the
rest of me was not so sure.

But then she sat down on her bed, smoothed out the wrinkled sheets, and laid
back, reclining against her pillow.  The sight of that tuft of pussy hair and
those womanly breasts made me give in.  I reached behind me and flipped the
lock.  Then I doffed my clothing as quick as I could and stepped over to the
bed.

She reached out and began to stroke my cock again, her lying on her side on
the bed, me standing next to the pillows.  "What do I do now?" she said.
"Should I put you in my mouth again?"

I reached down to stroke her pretty hair.  "Just lie back and spread your
legs," I said, trying not to sound too frantic.  She smiled and complied,
rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide apart.

I stepped to the foot of the bed and laid down on my stomach, my lower legs
hanging in mid air.  Her pussy was wide open to me - so pink and wet and tiny.
I stroked at her thighs with my fingernails and she giggled.  She kept
giggling until my fingers found the folds of her labia and began to stroke
them.  Then she began to moan in a thin, high whisper.

I lowered my face to her little slit and began to lick and suck her pussy
lips.  Her reaction was strongly frightened at first, her eyes wild and her
hands moving to cover her breasts.  But as my licks began to strumm against
her clit more and more she eased, opened, and began to get into it.  Soon her
hips were rocking slightly and her small hands were rubbing her nipples, which
were fully erect.

I began to tongue her seriously, and let my finger probe her pussy gently,
exploring the extent of her virginity.  Her moans droppped into a lower
register as my finger dipped into her hole.  About knuckle deep I felt some
thin tissue blocking my progress, and I knew I had hit her hymen.  My dick
surged as my finger diddled her pussy, almost as though the finger was telling
the dick what it was in for.

She was very close to coming now, but I know how to prolong an orgasm, and I
kept her at a plateau for a good while.  I looked up at her face and chest as
I pulled my face away from her pussy and let my thumb and finger keep her hot
for a moment.  She was never more lovely.  Her angelic face was bathed in the
soft light of her desk lamp, her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly,
slightly parted.  Her face was framed by the soft curls of her hair, the ends
of which were slightly beaded with sweat.  Her nipples were erect, so much so
that most of the pink aeriolas were now part of the rising nipples.  Her
breasts had swelled to a full roundness, and there were tiny, almost delicate
beads of sweat on her chest and shoulders.

I moved up and knelt between her thighs, my hard dick aching now for her cunt.
As I started to run the head of my cock against her slit her eyes popped open
and she bit her lower lip.

"Oh! I'm scared, Hank," she whipsered, grabbing my hand.

"I know.  We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, but at that moment I
started rubbing her clit directly with my cockhead.  If she had said no, I
would have stopped, but I might have gone mad.

But she responded immedaitely to the direct stimulation of her clit. "Uhh.
Umm.  No, I want to, I want to.  Put it in.  But please don't hurt me." She
was talking in a dreamy voice now, on the verge of her first orgasm, her hands
opening and closing, her eyes rolling, her hips churning.

I pressed the head of my cock up against her hole and moved my thumb back to
her clit, stroking, stroking.  The hole was intensely tight - I had only
fucked a virgin once before, but Kelli was twice as tight as she had been.  Or
I was a lot bigger now than when I was 17.  Anyway, the head of my cock popped
in after a little coaxing, and though she shuddered a little, she did not seem
to feel great pain.

I began to slip the head in and out, no more than an inch deep, while my thumb
continued to do its magic.  I began to suck on her hard nipples, one then the
other, as just the head of my cock slid in and out of her pussy.  She was
making a tiny little "uff" noise on every in stroke now, and I began to
gradually, very gradually increase the depth.

The feeling of her young cunt was indescrible.  She was so tight that once I
had two inches in her, her pussy formed a kind of suction. There was no room
for any air to get in, her pussy walls were wrapped so tight around my
cockshaft, and once the air was forced out I found it hard to withdraw more
than half of the length I had in.  It was like her body was sucking me in,
drawing me into the hot, wet, tightness of her vagina.

Presently I found my dickhead pressing on her hymen.  It gave slightly, but
did not break.

"Kelli," I said, but she only moaned.  "Kelli, this part will hurt a bit.  The
first time you do this, it does, then it never does again. Don't be afraid."
My heart was racing, my breath short and quick, but somehow I managed to sound
reassuring.  "If you want to stop, say so, honey."

Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort of drunken smile. "Do it
to me," she said, her voice 10 years older than it had been before.

I began to rub her clit as fast as I could, and felt her edging over the
plateau.  When I felt her thighs begin to twitch and heard her breath drawn in
sharply, I knew she was coming, and I pressed past her hymen, breaking it with
one stroke.

The pain must have been intense - her face grimaced sharply - but her orgasm
quickly covered it with pleasure, as I hoped it would.  She sighed greatly,
and I felt the flood of her first come filling her pussy and lubricating
everything.  My cock began to slide in and out like a well-oiled piston, her
tight pussy gripping it and sucking it.  The sensation was pure madness.  I
was fucking a goddess, my mind reeling, almost passing out.  She was whining
now, a whine of pleasure, matching the rhythm of my strokes, and I found
myself making a low, guttural noise as my come began to rise.

She was still coming, her pussy still pulsing and her hips still shifting from
side to side.  I knew I was gong to come any minute.

All at once I flipped us over so that she was astride me, and I was laying on
my back.  I grabbed her hips and began lifting her again and again until she
got the idea and started fucking herself on me.  Finally, I sucked her left
nipple into my mouth, grabbed onto her ass, and pulled her down, sinking
deeply into her cunt as I came.

I felt as though my whole essence was pouring into her.  I came in five or six
long, wonderful spasms.  Then I put my arms around her and pulled her into an
embrace, my cock still inside her.  I felt her tears dropping on my neck as I
buried my face in her hair.  Or perhaps they were my own.

We laid like that for some time, and she slept.

She awoke at around 11:00, just as I was thinking we'd better get cleaned up
in case her parents came home early.  Her mouth was at my ear as we embraced,
so she whispered: "Oh, Hank.  I wish we could do it again right now."

"Your parents will be home soon."

"I know.  And also I might get pregnant."

"No.  I've had a vasectomy."  She turned her head slightly, as if to ask what
that was.  "I had a very minor operation so I can't make babies."

I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled.  "So we can do it as much as
we want?"

I began to think about possible futures.  Kelli in various beds.  Or perhaps
me in various jails.  My dick in Kelli's pussy.  Or perhaps some sleazy
convict's dick up my ass; child molesters fair badly in prisons.  Well, you
takes yer chances, as the man said.

"Yes, but we have to be careful.  And it must always be our secret."  I tried
to sound as definite as I could.

She sat up on me, my cock still inside her pussy, her tits rising in a sigh.
"Nobody will know, Hank.  I swear to god.  I'll never tell."

"OK, I trust you," I said, and I smiled.

She smiled back, and moved her hips just a little.  My cock began to grow
within her.  "Maybe we have a little time left" she said, and I felt her cunt
respond to my rising dick with a warm squeeze.

I had to agree.