After her last encounter with Roger, Amanda dozed off in his lap. It was not a restful sleep however because, like before, he continued to fondle her as she slept. The young girl would wake up from time to time to find his hand inside her underwear. He was teasing her, tickling her. Amanda’s legs would go tense and then she would squirm, helpless against his touching. Just as her excitement was gaining momentum though, he would stop and leave her in a state of frustration.

Eventually the feelings would subside and exhaustion would overtake her. Amanda drifted off to sleep again, only to awaken to his fingers fumbling against the moistness between her legs. He would tease her until she felt her toes curling in her sneakers. But then abruptly he would pull his hand away, leaving the tortured eight year old to fall asleep again.

Amanda lost count of how many times he woke her up. Six times? Twelve times? She could tell her underwear was getting quite damp but it was too dark in the moving van to see much else. The droning engine easily lulled her to sleep but his touch would rouse her just as effortlessly.

Finally, Amanda plunged into what seemed like an extended sleep. She dreamt she was at a rest stop again, sitting in the stall. She was concentrating, trying to pee when suddenly the latch to her stall rattled. Amanda’s heart leapt into her throat and she froze as Roger entered. Panic and helplessness paralyzed her In her dream, Amanda felt certain she had locked the stall door. How had he entered so easily? Then the dream version of Roger knelt down before her as she remained sitting on the toilet seat. To her horror, Amanda felt herself spreading her legs for him, allowing him unhindered access to her bare slit. He reached out and made contact with her sensitive area.

The feeling was electric.

Amanda had never felt such ecstasy before. It was so powerful that she couldn’t even breathe. The sensation was building and building as Roger manipulated her. She was stretching her legs even wider apart when…

She woke up. Disoriented, she blinked several times as her eyes focused. She was still in Roger’s van, except she was lying on a mattress in the rear of the van. Travis lay next to her, slumbering peacefully beneath an army green blanket. Amanda heard low voices speaking. She cocked an ear and listened a moment before realizing it was her father and Roger, both sitting in front of the van.

The van itself was stopped. Sitting up to peer out the window, Amanda saw they were parked in the lot of a restaurant and gas station. The long shadows and chirping birds made her guess it was early morning.

She lay back down. Someone had thoughtfully tucked her into a sleeping bag so she snuggled into it until even her nose was covered. It smelled funny though, an odd combination of mildew and campfire smoke, infused with an odor that smelled oddly familiar. Sniffing, Amanda realized it must be Roger’s sleeping bag. The little girl recoiled with disgust at the thought of being inside it. She recognized the faint smell of his sweat. Despite her aversion, she sniffed again at the down material, tasting his undeniably male scent. It was a deep musk with an oddly pungent and sour odor that…

With a jolt, Amanda’s memories of last night came tumbling back. She felt a thrill of fear as her mind replayed the events. What he did to her. What he made her do. Had that really happened? Her hand moved to her head where she felt the dried clumps that matted her hair. Remembering more, she touched the front of her shirt. She lifted the encrusted cotton material from her flat chest, lifting it to her nose. Amanda realized with dismay that the pungent sour scent was coming from her.

A wave of embarrassment overtook her as the eight year old girl remembered her vivid dream, how she had so willingly allowed him to touch her. A delicious tickle set in as her mind recalled the pure sensation of arousal that had gripped her just before she woke.

“This is wrong,” Amanda told herself. “I shouldn’t be thinking like this…” Guiltily, she willed her body to forget the addictively sensual feelings she had been experiencing the last few days.

She couldn’t though. Tentatively, Amanda slipped a hand underneath the elastic band of her underwear. Gently, she plied a finger between the hairless folds of flesh, biting her lip as she accidentally brushed her little sensitive button. It was strange to think that, not less than a week ago, she had no idea of its existence.

“It feels a lot wetter than usual,” Amanda decided, wiping her hand against the sleeping bag. She closed her eyes, wanting to fall back asleep. She was just drifting off when she heard her name in the conversation in front of the van.

“Amanda is such a lovely girl,” Roger said.

“Why thank you,” her father replied. They both spoke in hushed tones but Amanda could clearly hear the conversation.

“Kids grow up so fast these days,” Roger remarked.

“True,” her father agreed. “Soon they’ll both be teenagers.”

“Sometimes too fast,” said Roger. “Sometimes I’m glad I don’t have kids of my own. I’d worry too much.” Her father was silent so Roger didn’t stop. “Back in my neighborhood at home, there was this young girl Christina who got caught… having relations with men she didn’t even know.”

“Good Lord,” her father said in disbelief. “How did that happen? How old was she?”

“Around nine years old,” Roger told him. “She would meet men in the restrooms at a park in town. Then she would…” He trailed off. “The kids are still asleep back there, right?”

Amanda quickly shut her eyes. “Yes, I can hear Travis snoring,” her father said after a moment. “Amanda didn’t even stir when I tucked her into that sleeping bag. I’m sure they both sound asleep.”

“Well, anyway,” Roger continued, “She was, uh, manually pleasing these men. Jacking them off, you know?”

“Good Lord,” her father said again. They both sat in silence. Amanda listened closely as she waited for Roger to keep telling his story.

“She would jack them off and then drop her own pants,” he said. “Then she’d ask them to.. touch her.”

“She asked them?” asked her father, incredulous.

“That’s right,” Roger told him.

“A nine year old?”

Amanda’s heart started pounding furiously as she eavesdropped on the conversation. She imagined Christina, a girl just a bit older than her, secretly meeting these men in a park restroom. She didn’t understand why but the idea excited her immensely. Guiltily, she slipped a hand between her legs. It was definitely wetter now. She felt the familiar tingle as her fingers began stroking her special spot.

“Yes, a nine year old,” said Roger. “Couldn’t believe it myself. Nor could anyone in town. Turns out she liked being touched like that. That’s what she told the police.”

“Unbelievable.”

“They asked her where she learned to do that,” Roger said. “Touching men, that is. Having them touch her. She said someone close to her taught her how.”

“Did they find him?”

“No. No, she realized by then that she was in trouble and whoever taught her that stuff would be in bigger trouble. She wouldn’t say who it was.”

“The police couldn’t do anything?”

“Naw. They figured it was someone close to her, probably an authority figure. But she lived with her mom, a single mom. They tried questioning some local priests, her teachers… but no luck.”

“How long had this been going on before anyone found out?” her father asked.

“Girl said she started as age seven.” Roger looked out the window as he spoke. The mystery man would touch her, she liked it. He taught her how to touch a man. Said she was eight when she started visiting the park.”

Amanda’s fingers were now racing over her slick privates. She felt terribly ashamed about getting excited over Roger’s perverted tale but she was unable to stop herself. Her body had been yearning for release all night, particularly since Roger had been mercilessly teasing her. The eight year old girl just needed to feel that blissful surge again, just once more and then she would stop… Amanda could tell she was getting close.

At that moment, however, Travis sneezed three times in rapid succession. Amanda’s heart sank. She knew that was the signal that he was about to wake up. Sure enough, he tossed and turned a few times before he let out a huge yawn. Her father and Roger fell silent. Reluctantly, Amanda withdrew her hand from her underpants.

Travis sat up, stretching. “Hey, where are we anyway?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” her father said. “Keep your voice down or you’ll wake your sister.”

“We decided to stop and rest last night,” Roger told him. “We just parked at a restaurant parking lot for the night.”

“Oh,” Travis said. He craned his neck to look through the dirty windows of the Volkswagen van. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he announced. “And I’m hungry too.” He clambered off the mattress, accidentally stepping on Amanda in the process.

“Ow!” she yelped. “Watch it, stupid!”

“Are you awake too, Amanda?” her father asked. “You were so tired last night I thought you would sleep until noon.”

“I have to use the bathroom,” Travis repeated. He was pulling on his shoes. “Can we go eat now too?”

“Sure,” her father agreed. “Let’s all go have breakfast before we hit the road again. Should we just eat at this diner we’re parked at?”

“You go ahead,” Roger told him. “I think I’ll lie down a bit and take a nap.”

“All right,” her father replied. “Amanda? Ready for breakfast, honey?” She had been silent, quietly processing the conversation.

“It’s okay, daddy,” Amanda heard herself say. She sat up in the sleeping bag. “I’d rather stay here in the van and sleep a little bit more.” She couldn’t believe herself. It was as if her vocal cords were speaking of their own volition. Amanda had a flashback to her dream with Roger in the restroom.

“That sounds fine, sweetie,” her father said. Travis opened the van door and jumped out. Her father paused to kiss her on the forehead. “Don’t worry if you get hungry later. We can always stop for something on the road.”

The door slammed shut. Amanda watched through the dirty window as her father and brother walk away. Then she turned to look at Roger. They stared at each other for a long moment. Amanda could feel her heart racing as the blood pounded between her ears.

“Well, Amanda,” Roger said, getting up. “I’m glad you’ll be here to keep my company on my nap.” Hunched over, he made his way to the mattress in the back of the van. Amanda noticed he was drawing the curtains shut on some of the windows as he approached. He ignored the dirty windows, only bothering to draw the small curtains on the cleaner windows. By the time he reached her, the van was a good deal darker, although there was still plenty of light streaming through the windows he left open.

Cautiously, Amanda lay down again, letting the sleeping bag fall over her. It was pulled up past her chin, almost reaching her nose. She felt very scared to be alone with Roger but a part of her was also feeling a surge of anticipation.

“Let’s get out of that sleeping bag, honey,” he told her gently. She heard the metal zipper swoosh. Then Roger was lifting the sleeping bag aside, her first and only defense.

“What’s this?” Roger said, smiling at her. “Touching yourself, are you?” With a start, Amanda realized her hand had unknowingly returned beneath her underwear, her finger lazily scratching her hairless mound. She flushed deep red, greatly embarrassed. Meekly, the eight year old girl withdrew her hand from her underwear.

“Oh Amanda,” said Roger, mocking her. “You should let me do that for you sweetie. Wouldn’t you like that?” He began stroking her tummy, his hands sliding underneath her cotton t-shirt. Amanda felt just as she did in her dream. Suddenly it was hard to breathe and her body was tense. She fought the desire to curl up into a ball.

“My poor little Amanda,” Roger continued. “She’s been wanting someone to touch her for so long, hasn’t she? She’s been wishing there was someone who would touch her. But touch her where?” He let his calloused fingers dip beneath the elastic band of her underwear, moving dangerously close to her innermost privates.

Amanda held her breath. The little girl had never felt so overloaded with such conflicting wishes. She felt shame. Embarrassment. Fear. All these emotions churned through her head as Roger teased her, tickling the area below her belly button.

But she felt something else too. Her young body was clenched in a powerful state of arousal. It was this aching desire that had made her stay with Roger, that kept her from recoiling at his touch. Unable to help herself, Amanda lightly thrust her hips into the air, urging Roger onward.

“Amanda,” he cooed. “You’re so beautiful, so sexy. I’ll give you what you want sweetheart. I’ll give you what you’ve been dreaming of…” His hand slipped lower until she felt him parting her mound, his rough finger delving into her damp pinkness. Amanda flinched as he made contact with her sensitive little clit.

Roger loved every moment of it. He couldn’t believe she had decided to stay with him. Since this would most likely be his last chance with the little girl, he wanted to make the most of it. He expertly fondled her, relishing the feel of her tiny nubbin and watching with delight as she squirmed on the mattress. Her little mouth hung half-open in a transfixing display of young sexuality.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Roger undid his pants, freeing his erection. With satisfaction, he noted how Amanda watched as he began stroking his member with one hand, his other one busily occupied in her underpants.

Amanda lay motionless on the mattress as Roger molested her. Not knowing what else to do, she lay with her hands at her sides as his fingers traced little circles between her bare slit. Roger moved closer to her until he was kneeling at her side, his knee brushing her shoulder. So close up, his penis appeared huge now. It towered over her he masturbated, his long pole just inches from her face. Amanda remembered how just two days ago, she had no idea what a man’s penis looked like until Roger surprised her in that campground shower.

The eight year old stared at the massive penis, studying the veins that ran along it, the purple tip that crowned it, and the little slit on the end of it. Just looking at it made her feel… what? Amanda couldn’t categorize what she was feeling. It felt funny to have Roger’s penis so close to her face but at the same time she felt fascinated by it. She felt a strange connection with it, like she wanted it… somehow. Amanda fought the irrational urge to give it a kiss.

Roger began breathing harder as he fisted his cock. He enjoyed how Amanda was watching so intently as he masturbated for her. He glanced out the windows that had no curtains to draw, just to make sure no one would interrupt them. The parking lot was empty however.

He returned his attention to the little girl laying before him. Roger could tell his fingers were taking her closer and closer to where she wanted to go. She still lay as stiff as a board but her legs were parted slightly. He didn’t even have to ask her to do that. He decided to have a little fun with Amanda before they both would come.

“Does this feel good, Amanda?” he asked her. “Do you like how I touch you?”

Her eyes flickered away from his penis and met his. Roger loved this. Her face was pure lust, her breathing ragged with arousal. He lightened his touch between her legs.

“You don’t like this?” he teased. “Then maybe I better stop…” He actually lifted his finger from her wet valley as he spoke.

“Nuhhhh,” Amanda whined wordlessly. He smiled devilishly as her hips thrusted upward, searching for his finger

“You want me to continue, don’t you?” he said. His finger brushed as gently as possible against her tiny clit. Amanda spread her legs wider and thrusted her hips again.

“Tell me what you want, Amanda,” he said to her. “Do you want me to stop?”

The conflict was clearly written on Amanda’s face. She could feel her ears turning red. “Why is he doing this?” she thought, frustrated and humiliated. She was getting so close to that wonderful feeling, so close…

“No,” said Amanda, so soft he could barely hear it.

“What’s that?” Roger asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“No,” Amanda repeated, her voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

“All right, then. What do you want? Tell me.”

Amanda’s heart pounded loudly. She just wanted that wonderful feeling so bad. “Please,” she said. That was all she could manage to say. Her face was beet red..

“Please what?” asked Roger. He let his finger press hard against her sensitive pleasure point. Amanda gasped involuntarily and cast aside her shame.

“Please… please…” she said, her ragged breath making it hard to speak. “Pleasetouchme,” she blurted out, hoping it was enough.

“Good girl, Amanda,” Roger grinned at her. “All you have to do is ask, see?” He began stroking her in earnest again. She whined in response, her face masked with desire. Her eyes returned to his erect penis.

“She just loves my cock,” Roger thought proudly to himself. The thought turned him on immensely: an eight year old girl mesmerized by his cock. Roger could feel his balls tighten in anticipation of his orgasm.

Amanda was just on the verge of it now, just a little bit more and she could have it. Her hands were now balled up at her sides and thin beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. Suddenly, Roger let up again and began stroking her softly.

“Please don’t stop,” Amanda pleaded. Any remaining self-consciousness she had was gone now.

“You want me to make you feel nice, don’t you Amanda?” asked Roger. “I will sweetie, I promise. I believe in ‘Ladies first’ but not always…” Roger began rapidly fisting his penis, leaving Amanda out to dry. After a few seconds, however, he resumed stroking her again. His touch was much rougher and intense now, but it did the job.

Roger came right before Amanda did. He moaned and she saw his penis twitch before sending spurts of white fluid arcing into the air. Amanda’s long-awaited orgasm came crashing down at that instant, her body staggering in muscle spasms as the little girl finally received her sweet release.

“Ohhh, ohhh…” she whined. Through the haze of heady pleasure, Amanda could feel the hot streams of Roger’s fluid burning like fire as they splashed on her neck and cheek. She felt the warm wetness land on her already stained shirt, making the cotton stick against her skin. It was bliss, unfiltered bliss. Amanda’s whining filled the van as she raised her hips off the matters again, urging Roger’s fingers to press harder against her quaking body. Amanda didn’t care anymore, her earlier discomfort had been worth the price of admission. She closed her eyes, wishing this feeling would last forever.

It didn’t of course. She could feel the warm pleasure ebbing away, receding like the tide. Blindly, she tried to capture it, to hold it, but it escaped her grasp. Roger extricated himself from her underwear and sat down next to her on the mattress.

“Well, Amanda,” he sighed. “I hope you enjoyed that, sweetheart, because that will probably be the last time we get to have fun like this.” He fumbled with his pants, putting away his penis. Amanda felt awkward now. She sat up and moved to the other side of the mattress.

“Thanks for making room,” Roger said. He lay down in the spot she had vacated and pulled the sleeping bag over his shoulders. “Amanda, baby, you’ve got a big glob of jizz that’s about to drip off your chin, sweetie. Better get that cleaned off.”

Amanda didn’t know what jizz was but she touched her chin, feeling the sticky stuff that he had sprayed on her. Her nostrils wrinkled as they detected that pungent and sour smell again. She wanted to go wash her hands and face.

“Why don’t you go have breakfast with your dad and brother?” Roger suggested. “I’m going to catch some sleep now.” Amanda could tell he was dismissing her so she pulled on her sneakers. There was an awkward silence as she knotted her shoelaces and let herself out of the van. Amanda felt confused. She had gotten that wonderful feeling she wanted, but now that the pleasure was over she felt guilty again.

The eight year old felt the urge to tell someone what happened so the situation could be explained to her. Why did she feel so hopelessly… dirty? Amanda tried not to use her right hand, covered in the slimy glop, as she fumbled with the car door. Some of it had gotten into her hair again too, and she could feel the wet clump of hair brush against her cheek as she walked. Amanda quickly hurried to the restroom, worried that someone might see her.

The notion of speaking to an adult, though appealing, was completely out of the question though. Amanda was well aware of her complicit nature in the situation. What she understood from eavesdropping on Roger’s story about Christina, Amanda knew that there was a strong probability that she would get in trouble too.

She slipped into the restroom of the diner, unnoticed. Resigned to the current state of affairs, Amanda began washing her hands and face. Her stomach fluttered a bit at the bitter scent of Roger’s fluids and she hoped she could get enough of it out of her hair so no one else could detect the smell.