Sleepover
The next day I was polishing my car in the driveway. I had an old Maserati that drove like a purebred racing car. I was wearing only a pair of old, white, threadbare nylon shorts as car washing seems to be a messy affair, at least when I'm doing it. I had reached the polishing state when Paul came out with Josephine trailing closely behind. She was barefoot and wore another skimpy bikini that didn't completely cover her small, pert breasts.
"Hi," Paul said and put his hand forward.
"Hi," I replied and dried my hands in my shorts only to realise that they turned almost completely see-through when wet. They could see my dick clearly through the thin material. It didn't seem to put them off though, so I chose to ignore it — I mean, what purpose does it do to shut the barn door after the horse has fled, if I may say so?
"Beautiful car," Paul said and caressed it lovingly. "What make is it?"
Josephine rolled her eyes. Men, I'm sure she thought. They talk only of cars and such.
"It's a Maserati," I replied.
"Italian?"
"Yes, Italian. It's a pre-Citroën model."
"?" Paul looked questioningly at me.
"Well, this one is a Maserati 200SI from 1957."
"1957? That car is older than me!"
"Yes, and Maserati were acquired by Citroën in 1968. It was not quite the same after that."
"Oh." Paul shook his head and Josephine tucked his hand to get his attention. "Ah yes. Joe and I came to ask you a favour."
"Yes?"
"You see, I was asked to give a presentation tomorrow. Up north, somewhere. About five hours drive from here."
"Yes?"
"A sudden thing, you know."
"Yes?"
"And Joe's aunts can't pick her up from school."
"I see."
"So we thought ..."
He was interrupted by Josephine.
"Will you pick me up from school tomorrow, cook me dinner and let me sleep over until dad comes home during the night?"
I looked slightly bewildered. "Well ... Yes ... Why not? ... No problem."
"Great!" Josephine jumped up and down in excitement.
"Thank you," Paul said with a sigh. "You don't know how relieved I am to have somebody taking care of Joe. Normally I can count on her aunts, but this time they all had previous arrangements. Really inconvenient, isn't it?" He winked.
"No Dad, it's great. I'd love to have Mr. Phil ... Kurt pick me up every day." She looked quite sincere and I didn't know quite what to put into that look.
"And I'm sorry to cancel our appointment tonight. You'll have to watch the films at another time, but I really have to prepare for the speech tomorrow."
"Yes, yes. No problem. How about if I cook dinner tonight? You could leave Josephine with me after that and concentrate on your presentation. I'll get her to school tomorrow."
"Could you?" Paul looked quite reassured. "It was an awfully short notice they gave, but they had this football player call in sick and had to get somebody to substitute. Me."
"No problem. You come over when you are ready, bring her stuff and I'll arrange a room for her for the nights."
"Thank you. Thank you." Paul looked at me slightly apologetically. "Well, maybe I could impose a bit further upon you? If I could start immediately on the presentation, it would be great if somebody could entertain her while I do it. Otherwise it will be rather boring for her. Or I'll have to use the square babysitter."
"The what?"
"The telly, of course." Paul grinned happily now.
"Nah, I don't like TVs. Just bring her over whenever you're ready."
"All right." Paul turned around to go back home.
Josephine looked at me with a happy smile on her face. I realised that she actually stared at my crotch where my black dick was clearly visible through the thin fabric. She hesitated for a short moment and then she came over to hug me.
"Careful, My Precious. I'm quite wet."
Josephine grinned. "And good looking. You're just so ..." She trailed off and hugged me. "... Scrumptious."
"Scrumptious?" I looked into her blue eyes.
"Yes, scrumptious!" She kissed me hard and demanding on the mouth. "You're the bestest looking guy I've ever seen. Ever!"
"Er," I started, not knowing what to say.
"See you soon ..." She darted off, looking back at my wet shorts yet again. "... Panther!"
I had just finished polishing the Maserati, when Josephine returned alone, a carrier bag in hand. She wore a pinkish bikini that was even tighter than the one she had worn earlier and I revelled in the sight.
"Wow!" I exclaimed and picked her up to hug. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on!"
She let her fingers comb through my dreadlocks. "You think so, My Handsome Man?"
"Oh, most definitely so." I caressed her soft hair and the back of her head with one hand while holding her up with the other. "I have never seen anything so angelic and yet sexy as you," I blurted out, immediately regretting my choice of words as I remembered her age. It was only that she ... Ah well.
"Really?" She pressed her lips to mine and we soon were kissing deeply.
I must honestly say that I always get an erection when I passionately kiss a girl I like. And this time was no different. An obvious bulge appeared in my shorts and as they were still quite sheer, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
After a couple of minutes kissing, Josephine sighed loudly and jumped down. Her eyes opened widely, when she realised I had a hard-on. She put her hand forward towards it, but didn't quite touch it.
"Aiee, you're so huge, Kurt," she whispered. "I wonder ..." She didn't say what she wondered.
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart, but you're having a great effect on me. I mean you're so ... beautiful that a man hardly knows what to do about it." I shook my head to clear it a bit, my heart thumping in my chest and my ears ringing with excitement.
"Oh Kurt," she said and blushed. "You're such a gentleman. And sexy too. Actually very sexy."
"Let's go in," I said, suddenly aware that we were in a very public place. A middle-aged man with a visible erection entertaining a young girl that was not his family. No reason to attract suspicion. We went into the garden and I quickly arranged for some snacks and cold drinks.
"I'll just have a shower, then I'll be back," I said. "What do you want to do in the meantime."
"If I can only lie down and get some sun. Some people need to work on their tan as opposed to somebody else," she said and looked at my pitch-black skin. "Sometimes I wish I was black like you. Black skin is so beautiful." She smiled at me. "But I'll make do with some sunshine."
"I'll be quick."
"Please do," she said and plunked down in a beach chair.
I rushed into the shower, washed, dried and got a fresh set of shorts on in less than five minutes. I was quickly back in the garden and saw her lying on her tummy, bikini top on the ground.
"Oh hi," she said and lifted her head. "The sun is really hot, could you please put some sunscreen on me." She sat up and started to rummage in her bag.
Me, I just stared at her naked breasts. My heart had stopped beating and I became completely breathless. I had seen quite a few breasts in my time, but I had never seen an ten-year-old like her. And not ever a ten-year-old with so beautiful breasts as Josephine's. Her nipples were long, wide and rock hard, and her dark brown areolas were contracted with little goosebumps scattered around. I just stood there, ready to die and go to heaven. Correction, I
was in heaven.
"Here it is," Josephine said, completely unaware of my state of catalepsy. "Could you please ..." She stopped, when she saw me standing there, totally still, eyes wide open. "Oh," she trilled. "You like what you see?"
"Crqx!" I managed to groan, trying to kick-start my heart again. "I ... You ... I've never ... Oh God, you're
so beautiful."
"Thank you," she said. "We aim to please." She held the bottle of sunscreen out. "Could you please apply this, back and front?"
"Hrx," I croaked and cleared my throat while breathing heavily. "Yes ... Certainly."
She laid herself back on the beach chair, front down and I poured some sunscreen on her back.
"Oiiii," she yelled and sat up suddenly, her small breasts wobbling nicely. "You're supposed to put it in you hands first and rub them together to heat up the sunscreen, before applying it to my back."
"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling like a teenager once again. "I'll try to be more careful." I put some sunscreen in my hands, rubbed them together and started to apply it to her back. It was soft. It was the softest skin I had ever felt, in fact, and I was totally lost in the process of applying sunscreen to her skin.
"I think three applications are enough," Josephine laughed. "I think it is time to do my front now." She turned over and I was staring at her breasts only a few inches away. "Come on," she teased. "They're not going to attack you — In fact, I insist on you attacking them. With some sunscreen, please."
I started hesitantly, but on seeing her heavenly face under the half-closed eyes, I became bolder. I poured and rubbed and applied and massaged and enjoyed it immensely. I managed to twist her nipples a little in the process and she lay back and moaned.
I surely
am a
monster!
"Oh Darling," Josephine moaned and looked lovingly at me. "I never knew it could feel so nice having your nipples touched."
"I shouldn't," I said and pulled away like I had burned myself.
"Hey, come on," she said. "It's not like you're doing anything, now. Is it? I mean we're not having sex or such?"
"What would you dad say, if he knew?" I asked.
"Don't you mind Dad. He's happy if I'm happy. But OK, let's just enjoy the sun." She lay back and closed her eyes, her chest moving up and down slowly in time with her breaths.
I lay back on the beach chair next to hers and soon we fell asleep.
"Oy," I suddenly said, when I realised we had slept for some time. "I need to get cooking."
Josephine woke up and cocked an eye towards me. "Whassup?"
"I need to start cooking before you dad comes over."
"Righto," she said and sat up with a yawn. "Anything I can do?"
"You don't need to help," I said. "You lie back down and enjoy the sun."
"No no," she insisted. "I insist on helping." She took my hand and directed it towards the back entrance. "In the kitchen, I presume."
"That's right."
"What are we having?"
"I was thinking of red snapper, the Caribbean way."
"Um, that sounds lovely."
We went into the kitchen and started cooking, only wearing shorts (me) and bikini bottoms (Josephine). I had a hard time (pun intended) watching her prance around my kitchen half naked and I had to tell my dick several times that she was only a ten-year-old girl. My cock kept replying: But what a sexy ten-year-old.
Apart from that, Josephine chopped and diced and poured and measured, and was much more helpful than my greatest expectation of a ten-year-old. I honestly couldn't remember when I had last enjoyed cooking that much.
"Oy, incoming parent," Josephine said when she heard the doorbell. She headed for the front door to open it, still half naked.
I tried to call out to her, but in vain.
"Are you enjoying yourself," Paul said as he came into the kitchen. He held an arm around his daughter and looked quite relaxed.
"I sure am," Josephine replied. "Kurt is one wicked cook and it is quite fun being bossed around the kitchen for once. He does everything from scratch. No ready meals. Honest."
"Apart from catching the fish and growing the veg," I said with a smile. "A beer?"
"Yes please," Josephine and Paul said simultaneously.
"Nah, not for you, I'm afraid, Luv," I said to her. "Would you like a coke instead."
"Oh OK," she said in a mock growl.
"One beer for you," I said and handed Paul a cold Carlsberg.
"And one coke for you."
Josephine accepted the proffered can with a scowl.
"Come on, My Lovely. Cut that grumpiness out," I said.
After a short while Josephine broke out in a laugh. "Oh, Silly. I love coke." She kissed me. "Thanks."
We ate our dinner at the poolside and once again the talk went freely. It was like I had known the two my whole life. Right after dinner Paul said goodbye and gave his daughter a hug and a kiss.
"Behave, Joe," he said. "And enjoy school tomorrow. Don't go to bed too late. And remember to ..."
"Come on, Dad. I'm not a baby anymore. I'm sure Kurt and I will cope with me." She gave him a lopsided grin. "Or else I'm in for a spanking."
Paul looked at me with pleading eyes. "I don't know where she gets it from. I've never laid hands on her or even threatened her with a spanking."
"I believe you," I said. "She is a bit mischievous at times. But if she insists, I'll give her a spanking."
"Is that a promise?" Josephine asked, mock serious. "Or is it just an idle thought?"
"I'll show you," I said and walked towards her. She started to run away and I ran after her.
She turned her head back. "Sorry, Dad, I'm a bit preoccupied. Good luck with your presentation tomorrow." She ran to the other side of the pool and I gave up trying to catch her out of fear of stepping on my tongue.
"Truce," I said. "Let's parlay."
"OK," she said and inched closer cautiously. "The terms are: Another coke, a girlie movie on the telly and popcorn while we watch it."
"You drive a hard bargain," I said. "But I'll accept your outrageous terms."
She started to clear the table and I joined in. Before long we had cleared it all, wiped the table and filled and started the dishwasher.
"Time for fun," I said and went into my den with a puny 42-inch telly. Puny at least, compared to Paul's.
We found a girlie film on one of the satellite channels, I did the popcorn the old-fashioned way, you know, corn, oil, salt, a saucepan, the hob and some time. No microwave. Josephine looked on in awe.
"I didn't know you could make popcorn that way," she said. "It's absolutely amazing. You don't do things like other people do, do you?"
"I honestly don't know as I have never been overly interested in how other people do it. I do it the way I find best and it seems to work — for me, at least."
"I love the way you do it," she said caressed my lower back just over my buttocks. "I'm so happy that I've met you."
She was ten, for goodness sake. How could she talk this way?
"All right, let's watch the movie."
We sat down in front of the TV on my settee. I've got one of those modular ones with soft cushions. She sat next to me, still as topless as she had been most of the day we had spent together. A few minutes into the film she leaned her head on my shoulder and started to caress my thigh. I leaned back and held an arm around her, feeling cosy all over. After a while, when the film started to get really romantic, she moved closer and sat halfway on top of me, one breast against my chest. She had the most lovely, soft skin and I could feel her erect nipple against my own skin. I caressed her back and she purred like a cat in contentment.
She looked up at me with a dreamy, happy smile. "I love your black hair and the dreadlocks and you nose and your black skin and your body and the way you look and ..." She stopped herself and gave a half-embarrassed laugh. "I think, what I'm trying to say is that I love you."
I caressed her soft, white hair and had a hard time breathing. I ran a hand down her back and felt her vertebrae under my fingers. My chest felt constricted and it felt like I had almost tunnel vision. I squeezed her to my side and kissed her hair. I realised that I felt the same for her. I had fallen in love with a ten-year-old girl. Head over heels. It was absolutely incredible and I didn't know what to do about it. I couldn't in all fairness ask her to be my life partner or even girlfriend. So what do a sane man do? I don't know still, as I'm hardly to be considered sane.
"I love you too," I said in a thick voice. I was nearly crying from the emotions.
"Good," she said softly and leaned closer, halfway hugging me. She caressed my back and my front and teased my nipples, all in a very soft and loving way. I got goose bumps from her treatment and just held her tightly.
We sat like that until the film ended, then she rolled over me a bit and sat in my lap, front to front, straddling my thighs, touching her warm ginny to my hard-on through the thin material of her bikini bottoms and my shorts. She leaned her head on my shoulder and sighed.
"What do we do, Kurt?" she asked. I couldn't determine whether she meant it rhetorically or literally.
"I don't know." I hugged her cheek to mine. "I honestly don't know. Nothing in my life has prepared me for this."
"I need a wee," she then said and got up before I knew what had happened.
I sat in the settee, looking glum. I honestly had no idea about how to go about this situation. She was a fourth of my age, 30 years my junior and I felt like she was the one for me. Honestly, I didn't feel like a paedophilic predator, just like a man in love. Very much in love.
She came back a few minutes later. "Ah, that was the last moment, I almost weed myself."
"Well, you didn't," I said. "That's at least something. And you, My Lovely Princess, need to go to bed. Sooner rather than later. It's past your bedtime."
"No problem," she said. "I'll just go and get my stuff in the bag." She went outside and collected her bag from the poolside and went back in. We went upstairs, where I showed her her room, right next to mine, with an en suite bathroom connecting the two rooms. She went into her room and I to mine. The bathroom doors were open as usual so I could see right into her room. She was standing with her back to me when she pulled her bikini bottoms down. She was stark naked now, with her back to me, when she bent over to pick up her nightdress. It looked like the one she had on the previous night and was as short as the other. She slid it over her head and turned around only to find me looking intently at her from the distance of my room.
She walked towards me. "I'll just brush my teeth, then I'll go to bed."
She brushed her teeth at the sink and packed her toothbrush and the toothpaste away, before coming into my bedroom. I hadn't moved since I sat eyes on her through the bathroom. She jumped up and folded her legs around my waist. I could feel the warmness of her ginny through her nightdress.
"I love you, Panther," she said in a husky voice and kissed me.
"I love you too, Princess." I kissed her back with a vengeance. "Like I have never loved before. Remember what I said about the reason why I hadn't married yet?"
"Mmmm," she hummed.
"Well, maybe I have found the right one."
She snuggled up. "Mmmm."
"You are so precious." I almost cried again.
"Well, Panther, it's time to say good night and thank you very much for the best day of my life, so far. I enjoyed it." She jumped down. "See you tomorrow."
"Good night, My Sweet Princess. Sleep well and sweet dreams."
"Oh, I will have sweet dreams. I'll be dreaming about you, you and you."
She walked slowly back towards her room and stopped in the toilet. I couldn't see what happened but I could hear her lifting the lid of the toilet, sitting down and shortly after the flushing. She went over to the sink, where I could see her, beamed a smile at me and washed her hands. She went back into her room, turned off the light and went to bed.
I had a quick shower before I went to bed myself. I was tossing and turning half the night, thinking about my Dream Girl in the next room. I didn't know what to do. My upbringing had given me absolutely no ideas about a situation such as this apart from: It's wrong,
wrong,
wrong!!!!
I must have fallen asleep at some point in time for I woke up with the lovely feeling of a warm body on top of mine.
"Wake up, Sleepyhead," Josephine said after kissing me on the forehead. "Remember I have to go to school."
Her dress had slid up and I couldn't help myself, my hands found their way to her soft buttocks, which I caressed lovingly. I let my hands roam upwards, pushing the dress up as I went. She lifted her chest off for a moment to let me push past there and shortly her dress was on the floor. I had a hot, naked ten-year-old on top of me. My dick tried to burst through my pants and once again I had trouble breathing.
I kissed her back. "Thank you for waking me up," I said. "I'm not used to getting anybody to school and I'd plain forgotten to set my clock. I don't normally need a clock to get up."
"It's fine," she said, tracing a finger from my chin, along my cheeks to my forehead. She spread her fingers and combed them through my dreadlocks until she reached the back of my head. Then she pushed me towards her and whispered, "Kiss me again, Panther." I did. Forcefully.
"Oh Princess," I said with tears in my eyes when we had to come up for air. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Panther. More than I thought I could."
We lay there, caressing each other until Josephine looked at my clock.
"Goodness, we'd better get going or I'll be late for school."
She jumped out of bed and I had the first look of her in all her naked beauty. I couldn't take my eyes away from her, she was so beautiful. All the way from her straight feet over her long legs, her naked ginny, her narrow hips, her flat tummy, her small, puffy breasts, her thin (but muscular, I realised) arms, her well proportioned face to her long, white hair. I absolutely loved everything I saw.
"I'll need a shower, OK?"
"Fine with me," I said. "I'll go making breakfast in the meantime. What would you like?"
"Could you please make me some toast with marmalade and some hot chocolate?"
"I sure will, I love hot chocolate."
"You do?"
"I certainly do. I have it every morning."
She smiled. "Great." She sauntered towards the bathroom, walking like a model. Not the overdone way they do it on the catwalk, but the poised, dignified way that looked classic at all times. Thinking back, it seemed to be her natural gait. Wow!
I heard her start the shower and went downstairs to do our toast and hot chocolate. Before it was finished, she entered the kitchen and said, "Um, that smells lovely." She was still naked. She stopped and rested her hands on her hips. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No," I said. "Just sit down and enjoy your breakfast."
She sat down and stretched her legs out. "It's a lovely morning. I could hear the birds singing outside. The blackbird is absolutely amazing, isn't it?"
"I love blackbirds, but for some reason I find the chirping of the sparrows in the bushes and hedges quite, how can I say, uplifting. It gives me a positive feeling."
Josephine smiled. "I do like sparrows too. Especially when there's a lot together in one bush. They jump around all the time and chirp and seem to be happy. It makes me feel happy too."
"Right," I said. "Here's the toast, here's the marmalade and jam and here's the chocolate." I looked at her. "Would you like some whipped cream with it?"
Josephine's face lit up. "Would I? Ya betya!"
I got the double cream from the fridge, put it in a small cream whipper, checked that there was still gas in it and went over to her mug. I topped up with a good amount of cream and heard her smacking her lips.
"I haven't had hot chocolate with cream for a long, long time. Um!"
We ate quickly in comparatively silence before she went up and said. I'd better get into my uniform. She gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and went up to her room to dress. She came back a few minutes later looking all decent.
She looked at me mischievously, lifted her top up and flashed me her bare breasts. "Oops!" she grinned. "Mustn't do that at school."
"You'd better not," I said. "Or somebody might take offence (why ever they would take offence over such beautiful breasts)."
She laughed. "Ready to go?"
I quickly donned a T-shirt and held my hand out. She grabbed it and we walked to the garage, hand in hand. I opened the door for her and went behind the wheel. I pressed the remote for the garage door and sped out when it had opened. It didn't take long to get her to the school and we were there at least five minutes before time.
"Thanks, Panth." She kissed me greedily. "See you at three twenty then."
"See you soon, Princess."
I drove home in a strange mood, like happy and sad at the same time, however that was possible. I needed release and found one of my more elaborate films with a lot of action and little talk. I felt guilty for masturbating, like I had made a promise to Josephine, which I hadn't. And I couldn't do anything with her, she was much too young. 'Oh,' my dick said. 'I don't think so!'
She was on my mind the whole day and I didn't get anything done at all. I had a call from Paul to say that he had gotten there safely and that he would stay there overnight and if that was a problem? I told him it wasn't and said everything had gone fine, that Josephine had gone to school on time and that I would pick her up later. He said goodbye and hung up.
I parked in front of the school in good time and waited for my Princess to appear. She did shortly after with a tall black girl.
"This is Alex," Josephine said. "She's two years over me. Would you be able to give her a lift to the sports centre?" The sports centre was in the nearest town and about a quarter of an hour's drive away. "Her mother had to go to the dentist. And Alex, this is my Darling Kurt."
Alex nodded.
"Yes, but this is a two-seater, Princess. It's a bit difficult to get three people into it."
"Just you wait," she said and opened the door. She moved in and sat halfway on top of me, holding an arm around my shoulders. She gave me an intense kiss and said, "See, no problem at all. Come in Alex."
Alex came in and shook my hand. "Thank you, Kurt." She sat in. "I'm running a bit late, so I'll have to change in the car."
"What?" I said. "Are you sure?"
"No problem," she said and started to unbutton her cardigan.
I started the car and began to drive to the sports centre. It was a bit difficult with Josephine on top and Alex sending arms and legs everywhere. After pulling off her cardigan, she unbuttoned her shirt and gave me a shock when I realised she didn't wear anything underneath. She had big breasts. Really big for a twelve-year-old. Really big for anybody, really.
She turned halfway towards me and shook her breasts at me. "Like what you see?" she asked, smilingly.
"You've got nice breasts, I must say."
"She's a real teaser," Josephine whispered in my ear. "Just wait and see."
She was right. Instead of donning her sports wear, she stripped totally naked and started to masturbate.
"I need to release some tension before I perform and I haven't got time to do it when we get there," she said and curled a finger into her wet pussy. "Can I look at your willie while I do it?"
"Sorry," I said. "That's a very bad idea. If for no other reason, because I'm driving."
Josephine laughed. "She'll try anything to see a boy's willie." She looked at Alex. "Anything, right?"
"Can't blame a girl for having fun, can ya?"
Her finger went furiously across her wet pussy and seemed to concentrate on her clitoris. Not that I could see it or could give it much attention as I was driving, but I got the gist. After a short while, she began to breathe heavily and bucked her hips erratically.
"Yes, yes,
yes,
yes!" she moaned and bucked and bucked. "Yeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!" She came.
Slowly, she recovered and after a few minutes, she began to put her sports clothes on and just before we reached the centre, she actually looked quite decent again.
"Thanks, Kurt," she said and kissed me on the lips. "I hope you're OK with this, I just needed the release. Right?"
"I'm OK," I said. "Perhaps a bit bemused, but OK."
"Goody good," she said. "Maybe you can give me a lift another day? Huh?" She left the car and ran towards the centre. "See ya," she yelled over her shoulder and gave a short wave.
Josephine moved over into the seat and caressed my face. "She's such a slut. But I like her and she's always been a good friend to me, despite being so much older."
"She seems a bit over the top," I said. "But you're right, she seems quite nice all the same."
We drove back to the house and we had hardly closed the door behind us before Josephine dropped all her clothes and stood naked in front of me.
"I love to be starkers with you," she said. "Can you please undress too?"
"I don't think that's a good idea," I said.
"Why not?" she asked. "I've seen most of it anyways, so what's the problem."
"Well," I said with a smile and kissed her. "You're the problem, in fact."
She shook her head. "How?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure I can control myself — especially not if I'm naked."
"Ah well," she said. "OK."
We settled down at the pool, swam around a bit, played around in the pool a bit without being too physical. (I was still not sure of my ability to resist her.) Had some snacks, did a little snogging, walked around the neighbourhood hand in hand. (She was properly dressed in her most revealing bikini for this, though.) And had a nice dinner at a local five-star restaurant. Living La Dolce Vita for a single afternoon/night.
When we came home, we more or less copied the previous day. We watched a movie with popcorn and drinks, she snuggled up to me and we caressed each other. Absolutely nothing untoward, apart, maybe, from the fact that she was stark naked this time. And her soft skin, have I mentioned her soft skin? Well, guess what, she had really soft skin.
After the film we went upstairs and she went directly to the bathroom for a shower, while I quickly changed from shorts into pants.
A few minutes later, she called, "Panth, could you please get me a towel? I forgot to bring one over from the drawers."
"Sure, Princess." I went into the bathroom and found a fresh towel in the drawer.
When I went over to give it to her, she turned the water off and asked, "Why don't you dry me, Darling?"
Against my better judgement, I couldn't say no to that. "Sure, Princess." I started to dry her off and she leaned her head on my shoulder, enjoying the whole process.
"Ahhh," she sighed. "I could easily get used to this."
"Me too," I whispered. "And it scares me."
She looked up. "Scares you? How?"
"Sweetheart, look at us." I shook my head. "I'm 30 years older than you, that means I'm currently four times as old as you. You're a child and I'm a grown-up. How do you think it would work? How could it work? And what do you think your dad would say?"
"I dunno," she answered solemnly. "I'm sure I could talk Dad around, but I know that I don't care how old you are. Do you think I'm too young?"
"Yes ... and no ... and then again yes ..." I pondered for a long time. "And no again."
Josephine laughed. "That made me understand it all much better."
"Well, what I really want to say is a long story. Yes, there are so many things that you would like to do and need to learn, experiences you have to learn from, the forming of your personality. All the stuff I've been through already. Then again, I find you very mature, with a much better formed personality than any other boy or girl of your age I've ever met. You seem quite capable of many grown-up tasks and you're not afraid of giving your opinion, even if it may be a bit uninformed. I mean, it would be a bit of a miracle if you would be up to the level of a grown-up already. And honestly, I could easily try to convince myself that you and I were made for each other, I'm just not sure that it could work over time. I'm pretty set in my ways already and you are still being formed and yet, I would probably change too with you." I shook my dizzy head. "You see." I smiled. "It's rather confusing."
"It is," she said and shuddered. "And I'd better get to bed or I'll be totally shattered in the morrow."
"See," I said and swept my hands out. "You're the only ten-year-old I've ever met who would actually like to go to bed and not just stay up all night." I hugged her tightly and showered her head in kisses. "I love you so much, Princess."
She looked up at me with her blue eyes. "I love you so very much too, Panth. And
that scares me a little. I'm afraid I'll burst."
We brushed our teeth before I followed her into her bed and had her lie down. I tried my hardest to keep looking at her face, but my eyes swept up and down her naked body of their own volition. I covered her with the quilt and kissed her good night.
"Good night, Princess. Sleep well and sweet dreams."
"Good night, Panth. May you also sleep well and dream happy dreams of me." She smiled sleepily. "Nay, of us!"
I gave her hand a last squeeze and left her to sleep.
I went into my own bed and managed to fall asleep after only a short while of tossing and turning. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling warm. I realised that I had a soft breast in one hand, which meant that Josephine had crept into my bed after I had fallen asleep. I could hear her regular breathing and knew she had probably been there for some time. Me and my erection were pondering for a short while whether we should evict her or leave her. After due deliberation and a long speech to myself about what
not to do during the night, we let her stay. It was difficult for me as my erection was placed quite centrally at her butt-crack and every little move we did was felt directly on the head of my dick. Oh sweet pain, if anything.
I woke up in the morning on my back with Josephine on top. She was licking a nipple and she rotated her hips on top of my hard penis. She looked me in the eyes, when she realised I was awake, then she smiled and kept rotating slightly faster.
"Stop, Princess," I moaned. "Stop or I'll ..." Too late. I came. In my pants. By Josephine. A ten-year-old.
"You wet yourself," she said with a mischievous grin. "Naughty you. Let mommy change you." She moved up slightly and kissed me. "Look," she continued. "It's all over the place. On my ginny, on your tummy, on my tummy, on my boobs, on the sheets. Do you have to make such a mess?" She laughed and got up. "Come on, Panth. Time to get changed." She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. She slowly pushed my pants down and then we were both naked. She turned on the shower and guided me into it. "Good boy. Now Mommy will clean you." She climbed in after me with a washcloth in hand. She soaped me in thoroughly from top to bottom. After that she dumped the cloth in the bath and looked at my erection. "Wow," she whispered. "You're big. How is that thing ever going to fit inside me?"
She was talking about sex.
Sex!
"Honey Princess, I don't think it can. Not until you're bigger."
She looked at it again. "I think you're right. It's just ..." She looked quite disappointed. "It's just that I have this feeling inside that I can't explain. It's like I want your dick inside me. Like you and I must fit together. Like a misplaced piece of a puzzle, I am nothing without fitting with you."
Wow, that was deep.
"Sweet Princess, don't be sad. If we can stay together, it will happen one day, when you're ready."
"Really?" She lit up in a smile and I was lost in her blue eyes again. "We'll just have to wait then."
She turned the shower off and began to towel me down. She was really into her role as a "mother". She pampered me and led me back to the bedroom where she removed the stained sheet and found another to put on. I helped her put it on and we went down for breakfast.
Naked.
It was quite surreal for me. I had a constant erection and it twitched violently every time I looked at Josephine. I had never in my 40 years experienced anything like this. I had to admit to myself, I was a paedophile. I loved an underage girl and had already done stuff with her that could get me into jail.
And I wasn't worried about it.
That worried me.
We ate breakfast in comfortable silence. It's strange that sometimes silence is the right thing. You sit together, you eat and you don't say a word and yet your feeling of togetherness is complete.
After we finished and cleared the plates and food away, Josephine looked at me and specifically at my erection. "That can't be comfortable," she said. I shook my head, it wasn't. "Why don't you masturbate for me. Let me see you in action."
I groaned. "Princess, are you sure?"
"Absolutely, Panth. I want to see you. I want to see your hard dick spray all over me. I want you to cover me in your hot sperm. I want to know that seeing me naked can make you all hot." She sat down and spread her legs so I had a free view of her ginny. I could see a bit of her pink vagina and realised that her clitoris was in fact quite big, just like her nipples.
I was like in a trance. I grabbed my hard-on and started to move up and down slowly, while looking alternate in her eyes and at her ginny.
"Yes, Panth. That's it. Pump it. Imagine that you're inside me. That my warm ginny is covering your hard dick. That you slide in and out of me, hammering your black rod as deep inside as you can." She smiled so sweetly and innocently that it was hard to believe she talked like that. It was hard to believe at all that she could do it at her age. "Come on, Panth. Imagine that you're going to plant a million babies in me, that ..."
I groaned and started to spray. I covered her ginny totally in the first second or two and kept spraying all over her front, covering her hard nipples too.
"Oh Panth!" she moaned. "That was
so beautiful! I love you." She licked a drop from the end of my penis and it started to grow really hard again. "Panth!" she scolded. "I
have to go to school."
"Oh Princess," I said, tears running down my cheeks. "I love you so very much. I thought I'd never meet anybody to love and now ... You!"
"Oh Panth, don't cry!" She looked quite upset. "We'll find a way, I'm sure."
We went up in the bathroom were she quickly washed most of my sperm off. "I'll keep this as a souvenir," she said and left all the sperm in her crack. "I'll don some knickers to keep it in." She laughed. "Only you and I will know." She kissed me and pulled me by the hand. "Time to go to school."
"But I'm stark naked," I said.
"Not quite in a minute," she said and handed me a T-shirt. "Don this and let's go."
"But ..." I started.
"No buts. Nobody will be the wiser apart from you and I. And I sure aint gonna tell anybody." She patted my half-erect penis. "I just want to look at it all day. It's so wonderfully beautiful."
"I ..." I tried.
"Shush, My Love. Just do as I say!"
Ah well, sometimes you have to give in to destiny (and a strong-willed ten-year-old). I donned the T-shirt and was still butt naked — in the more literal sense of my butt being uncovered. I drove her to school and when we got there, she made a big production out of opening her door fully, just to see my face as there was a certain risk of people seeing me half naked with an erection leaning on the steering wheel. But nobody actual saw it, I think.
"I love you dearly, Panth. And I'll see you soon."
"I love you too, Princess. I miss you already."
"Miss you too." She kissed me hard and began to walk away, only to turn around again. "Oh, Dad will pick me up, I know, but I want you to come over for dinner. OK?"
"Wouldn't miss it for my life," I said. "See you." I waved at her and she waved goodbye while she sprinted towards the school.
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