*** The Stories of Leslie Schmidt *** *** Home *** Page_1 [Photos/SM2.jpg] First Time Films Page 2 By Leslie Schmidt Then a door opened and closed, there was some laughter in the hall, and Joe and Charlie walked in. “Joan, glad you're here,” Joe beamed. “This is Charlie.” He walked up to Joan and extended his hand. “Hi there, nice to meet you.” “Hello,” Joan responded, not really sure what to say to the man that was about to de-flower her eight year old. She was a little surprised at how small he was, she was at least two inches taller. But, she could also see that he was very nicely built. He had an almost baby face, green eyes and short dark hair, clean shaven, not even a hint of a five o'clock shadow. If he had been six feet he would have been gorgeous. Charlie made like he hadn't seen Sara sitting in the chair. He started in mock surprise. He walked over to her and she climbed down out of the chair. “Oh my God!” he said in a voice that was almost gay. He took her hands in his, then looked at Joan. “Where did you find this beauty?” he said with emphasis. Looking back at Sara; “You are such a sweet-heart, no one should be as pretty as you.” Sara blushed at the sudden acclamations from Charlie. She looked down, embarrassed. “I can't believe they let an angel like this out of heaven,” he continued. “I must be the luckiest guy in the world!” “I think she's pretty special,” Joan said. “Well, you have reason too.” “Joe,” Sally asked. “Do you want her toenails done?” Joe looked over at Sally, pleased that she had gotten the girl's shoes off. He had said many times, 'If you can get them to bare their feet they'll bare everything.' “No,” he said, “I think her feet are pretty enough.” Meanwhile, Joe had taken a camera off of a shelf in the closet and had been checking it out. “I think this is going to be an awesome film and,” he paused, looking at Joan, “I'd like to take some stills while we're at it..., I'll throw in an extra two fifty.” “I guess so,” Joan said. “How does that work?” “Oh, Sally here will take them,” he nodded at his assistant. “She'll have the still camera, the only difference will be that there'll be a flash when she hits the shutter.” While that conversation had been going on, Charlie had leaned down and was talking quietly to Sara. “Don't you worry, dear. We're going to have a great time, you'll see.” “OK,” Sara said. Still, she was really nervous, in fact, somewhere in the back of her mind she was scared. She had watched the film her mom had, another girl, a Hispanic girl with long black hair, and Charlie. Even though she was laughing and looked like she was having fun, Sara could tell that it had hurt her when they actually did it. Her mother had told her that she might even bleed some but that girl hadn't. (What neither of them knew was that Joe had spliced in the second film the girl had made. He had shown everything up to the the main act from the first film, then switched to a film Gabriella and Charlie had made a week later—this time there had been no blood and no tears afterwards.) Everything seemed a little unreal to the girl. Everyone was happy, talking and smiling, she was even doing it. But in the back of her mind...it was like a big heavy presence in the room, everyone was saying that they were going to have a lot of fun but still, Sara wasn't sure. “OK,” Joe said, “why don't we get started then?” Charlie looked up, still holding Sara's hands, “Great.” Sally was checking the battery and memory on a digital SLR, “I'm ready.” “Just sit in one of those chairs,” Joe said to Joan. “You can talk if Sara needs a little encouragement but it's best if we keep quiet.” Charlie led Sara across to the bed and sat down, then he patted the coverlet next to him and Sara sat down, looking nervous. “We ready then?” Charlie asked Joe. (Joe was standing about 10 feet from them, below the foot of the bed.) “OK, you're on.” Joe raised the camera and put his eye to the viewfinder. When he pulled the trigger the lights around the bed came up brighter. Sara was surprised by the light and looked down, closing her eyes. Then she looked up at Joe, straight into the camera, there was a flash when Sally took her first still. “Well,” Charlie said, “we're here with Sara today and we're going to be making a movie, right Sara.” She looked up at him, she hadn't expected him to be talking. Then she remembered the conversation between him and the girl in the film. “Ahhh, yes, I guess so.” “Now, Sara, they tell me you're eight, right?” “Yes.” “When's your birthday?” “December 12th.” “Oh, you're a Christmas baby, huh?” “Yes,” she answered. “And you must be in third grade, right?” “Yeah.” “Where do you go to school?” “Stoddard.” “Where is that?” “Anaheim.” “Oh!” Charlie exclaimed, “then you live up by Disney Land!” “Yeah.” “Do you go there often?” “Sometimes, not much since my mommy lost her job, she says we can't afford it.” “Well, maybe you can go after you make this movie? What about that, Joan.” He looked up at Sara's mother. “Ahhh....yeah, we'll go tonight.” Joan had been really surprised to be asked something. “How does that sound?” Charlie asked Sara. “Yeah,” she answered with a smile. “So,” Charlie continued, “what's your favorite ride?” “Mr. Toad.” “Oh, that's fun! I really like 'Space Mountain.'” “That's kind of scary. I don't like how it spins you round and round.” “What about the 'Haunted House'? That's scary too.” “Noooo,” Sara laughed, “it's kind of silly.” “If you go tonight, you'll see the Electric Light Parade and fireworks.” “Uh-huh,” Sara looked down at her hands, a flash from the camera had brought her back to reality. “What's your favorite subject in school?” Charlie asked. “Oh, well, I guess I like reading.” “Really?” Charlie said. “What book are you reading now?” “We read 'The Magic School Bus.” “That's cool, I like those stories. I especially like the one where the bus turns into a mining machine and digs through the Earth.” “I just read one where it gets really tiny and they see all the stuff in a drop of water.” “I haven't seen that one,” Charlie said. “What about Math. Do you like Math?” “Not really,” Sara fidgeted with her fingers. “Are you learning your times tables?” “Just starting.” “Can you count by threes?” “Three,...six,...nine,........twelve,...........fourteen,...............nineteen,.......” “That's great,” Charlie ignored her mistake. “You seem like you're real smart...and pretty too.” He looked up at the camera. “Brains and looks, can't beat that.” He looked back at Sara and paused. “Ok Sara, well, we're here to make a movie, right?” Suddenly the girl got a real serious expression on her face. She had relaxed while they were talking but now she remembered what was happening. “Yesss....” she said in a low voice. “And to make the movie, we have to take all of our clothes off, right?.” “I guess so...” she looked at her mother for reassurance. Joan smiled back and nodded. She looked back at Charlie. “OK,” he said, “First, let me take your shirt off.” He reached over and gently pulled up at the sides of her shirt but she pushed his hands away. “No,” she paused, “I'll do it.” Charlie sat back and watched as the eight year old pulled her red tee-shirt up and over her head. She shook her hair out and put the shirt on the bed next to her. Then she looked up at the camera and crossed her arms over her chest. “You're very pretty,” Charlie said. He reached out and ran his hand down her back. “You have really nice skin.” He brought his hand back up to the nap of her neck. “You're going to grow up to be a beautiful woman.” He paused, his voice soft and reassuring. Sara looked over at her mother. Joan was watching, keeping her face relaxed and smiling. The lights flashed when Sally took another still, Joe moved around to the side some, still holding the camera to his face. “Why don't you lie back, hun?” Charlie said. He gently pushed the girl down. As she lay back, she had to reach behind herself to keep her balance. She lay down, her head on the mattress, her arms at her side and looked nervously up at Charlie. She had a completely flat, boyish chest. Her nipples were small red points in the center of dim white triangles, the remains of her tan from the summer before. Charlie, with a relaxed smile, reached out and traced one of the tan lines with his finger. “I see you wear a two piece.” Sara pulled her chest together and giggled. Charlie put his fingers on her side, high on her chest, and then caressed her nipple with his thumb. “That's very nice,” he said, “you're really beautiful.” Sara looked up at him with wide eyes, not saying anything. He crossed to the other side, using the pads of his fingers to move her left nipple in a gentle circle. “I love your skin,” he said. “I know that you're going to grow up to be a total knock-out.” Then he took his hand away and, still sitting, turned sideways on the bed, he pulled his shirt off over his head. Joan was really impressed—it was obvious that Charlie spent a lot of time with the weights. Still, he was not so muscle-bound as to be threatening, he was simply very well built. He went back to caressing the girl, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. “God, what an angel you are.” When he sat up he pulled her with him. Then he took her hand and lifted it, placing the palm on his peck. Sara had big eyes as she moved her hand around. “It's really hard,” she said. “That's not the only thing on me that's hard,” Charlie said with a laugh. The other adults in the room chuckled too. There were more flashes from the still camera. It took a moment before Sara figured out what he meant but when she did she unconsciously looked down at Charlie's lap. The bulge there was quite obvious. There was another flash as Sally got the momentary shocked expression that went across her face. With a smile, Charlie pushed the eight year old back down on the bed. “Here honey,” he said. “Let's get you undressed.” As she felt his hands tugging at the snap to her jeans, Sara looked at her mother with a scared expression. “It's OK, dear,” she said. “You have to get undressed.” Sara pushed Charlie's hands away and sat up. “No..... I'll do it,” she said with a determined tone. She stood up, leaving Charlie surprised, sitting on the bed. Then she looked straight into the camera, she undid the snap, unzipped, and pushed her jeans and panties down. She worked them free of her feet, then stood back up, again facing the camera. There were a series of flashes as Sally just held the shutter down on the still camera, getting four quick exposures of the naked little girl. At first, Sara kept a determined, almost defiant, expression on her face—her jaw was set, lips pursed, eyes wide and dark. She was standing straight, arms by her side, heels together, shoulders square. She was directly facing Joe, showing herself to the camera. Then she saw him lower the aim and the collar around the lens rotated as he zoomed in on her hairless preteen pussy. He panned up, getting a closeup of her belly, chest, and then, face. Then she felt the camera moving back down. Gradually, her resolve weakened. Slowly she relaxed, her shoulders came forward slightly, her chin dropped as she looked down. She crossed her arms across her chest. “Sit down here, honey,” Charlie said, patting the foot of the bed to his left. The girl looked behind her, then sat, keeping her knees together. “You're wonderful,” Charlie said. He again took her shoulder and pushed her back. “Just lay back...” She complied, again laying down, her knees at the edge of the bed, her feet barely touching the floor, her hands next to her thighs. Charlie lay back on one elbow, next to her. He reached up and brushed her hair off her forehead. “All you need to do dear is relax. This is really going to be great, you'll feel real good, OK?” “OK,” she said in a low voice. “Now, I'm going to touch you and I want you to relax, maybe close your eyes, and just think about what you're feeling. If you do that, well, it'll start to feel really good. OK?” “I guess so,” she said, looking up at him. Charlie let his eyes stray down the child's body, admiring her flat chest with small pink nipples. These were contracted to tiny points. Her stomach was flat with a lovely round belly button, the muscles under the clear skin were faintly outlined. Her hips only flared slightly, pushing up in two rounded humps, her belly was clear and flat. Below, between the start of her rounded thighs, her sex just had the barest rise, a small hillock that was bisected by a deep cleft that gave her full and round pussy lips. Charlie had noticed earlier that just the smallest pink tip of her clit pushed out from the cleft. He ran his hand down her shoulder and arm, sliding along the smooth skin. He let his palm brush over her right nipple, then along the slight ripples of her rib cage. “You are just lovely,” he said. His cock was pushing uncomfortably against his khaki shorts, making the fly stick out. He felt his cock push against her arm through the fabric. “You're about the sexiest little girl I've ever seen.” His hand continued down over her hip bone and down the outside of her thigh. He crossed over just above her knee, then brought his hand up on the inside of her left thigh. Sara tensed, she pulled her legs up slightly, her hands on the backs of her thighs. Charlie moved his and over her vulva, then laid his fingers over the soft rise. Sara looked over at her mother, her eyes wide with fear. “It's alright, dear,” she said in a soothing voice. “Just relax and it'll feel nice.” Actually, Joan's mind was in turmoil, watching her eight year old being molested by this stranger. A few weeks earlier she would have attacked a man who did this, tried to scratch his eyes out, squeeze his larynx until it popped and crushed. Now—she felt so scared that they'd be out on the street, living in her seven year old Toyota, staying in shelters. This was her only hope to keep a roof over their heads, the bank was foreclosing, she had 30 days to either pay them $3000 or move out. She'd lose all her furniture, the kitchen pots and tools she had collected over the years that she was so proud of. Sara would lose almost all her toys, no TV, no video games. The old tom cat that they had would have to go to the pound to be gassed with all the other undesirable or unwanted animals. She didn't even know if Sara could stay is school, if she no longer lived in the neighborhood would there be a place for her little girl? Would her future be destroyed? But even this money would only buy them three or four months, she just had to find another job or else she'd be forced to ask her little girl to make more movies. But that wouldn't work either, she'd have to make at least five a month to cover the mortgage. Out of desperation she smiled, “Charlie's really nice, let him show you how wonderful making love is.” Sara looked up at one of the lights, it blinded her, the glare made everything disappear. Then something moved in front of it, there was a flash. Joe had moved to the side of the bed, standing over them, looking down at her with his camera still to his face. She looked down, Sara had also moved closer, she seemed to be pointing her camera at where Charlie's hand was on her privates. There was a flash as she took another picture. He started moving his hand, massaging the soft rise of her vulva, moving it gently in a circle with his cupped fingers, held together. He squeezed slightly, holding her entire sex, his fingertips pushed down between her legs. She looked at Joe, he had his camera aimed at where Charlie was touching her. There were more flashes. “Just close your eyes and relax dear,” Charlie whispered. The child slowly closed her eyes and lay her head back on the bed. As Charlie continued to massage her sex, her legs slowly sank down onto the bed, her knees naturally moving apart. Sara opened her eyes again, looking at the ceiling but not really focusing, Somehow, some way, Charlie's warm hand, moving so gently on her, was beginning to make her feel a little—tickle?—tension? Somewhere, down deep, low in her belly a little pressure was beginning. Her legs sank down onto the soft bed, she inhaled a deep breath and it seemed to float out of her, she slowly closed her eyes. Charlie began to push his middle finger, moving it from side to side to spread the soft lips, pushing down into the girl's warm slit. He pushed down more, moving his hand further between her legs. Unconsciously, Sara spread her thighs more for him as the feelings in her slowly grew. He felt the small bit of flesh of her clit and started moving it around with the pad of his finger. Her sex was warm and maybe a little sweaty, actually sort of sticky. “There, there honey, is that beginning to be nice?” Sara didn't answer, she just kept her eyes softly closed and thought about the growing feelings in her abdomen. Joan began to relax too as she watched her little girl move from tensed, labored breaths to longer, deeper ones. She was pleased to see the tendons in her neck and shoulders relax and smooth away. Also, she was surprised that she was also beginning to feel some of what she knew her daughter was experiencing. She also felt a growing tension. Sally stepped up to the bed and took a couple of extreme close-ups of Charlie's hand rubbing the preteen's pussy. This was actually a signal and Charlie lifted his hand off the child's sex and held it out, palm up, his middle finger extended. Joan was really surprised at this. Why the insulting gesture toward the woman, she hadn't said or done anything? Then Sally pulled a small tube of Astroglide out of her shirt, where she had been keeping it warm pushed down between her breasts and put a small dab on Chris's fingertip. Sara had been barely aware that Charlie had taken his hand away but her eyes fluttered open in shock when she felt the warm wetness now in her crotch. For an instant she thought she had wet herself. “It's just something to make things slide easier,” Charlie said as he resumed fingering her little clit. The little girl closed her eyes again. He was right, now his finger, as it moved down there, was no longer pulling at her sensitive parts but was sliding easily in the warm wetness—and it really did feel a lot nicer. The feelings inside her suddenly got stronger and she felt a wave pass over her. It seemed that all her muscles relaxed at the same time, she sank into the soft bed. Charlie's cock was straining uncomfortably against his shorts, bent over and pointing down. He wanted to reach into his pants and reposition it but knew he couldn't. He was also beginning to feel tense, a tightness in his stomach and throat. So far, this little third grade doll had been wonderful. She was beautiful, with a sunny face and sweet disposition. She also had a really sexy body, not skinny and not fat, a nice sized pussy that he knew would take him without too much trouble. Her mother was also being great, encouraging and calm to the child's fears. The girl was beginning to move with his hand, just making the barest pushes with her hips to match the movement of his finger in her slit. He moved his hand further down. Sara opened her eyes big and caught her breath as she felt Charlie push his finger inside her. There was a tight tugging and she lifted her knees slightly, again in reaction to what she feared would hurt. But it didn't. Charlie leaned over her, his face calm, looking down at her sex. She looked up into the lens of the camera, there was another flash from the still camera. Now, the feeling of his finger inside her felt good, the feeling in her tummy was spreading, the tension was working it's way down into her thighs and up into her chest. She was beginning to feel warm, she became aware that her back was sweating against the bed, she felt clammy where her arms were pressed up against her sides. With a sigh she moved her right arm out across the bed. When she moved her left arm she pressed up against Charlie, she felt the hardness in his pants and was afraid she'd hurt him. (She had heard that boys were really tender down there.) She lifted her arm and put it over her head. Her breath was matching the probes of Charlie's, she began to push her pelvis up to meet him. Page_3 *** Home ***