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Subject: J-Girls...Part 8 (repost) 

                       8 - Getting To Know You


It rained most of that week, it was April, but the following weekend's 
weather turned out to be just fine. On Saturday afternoon the Danvers tribe 
loaded up into our van and we headed for the Baldwins. Actually, we could 
have walked but I didn't completely trust the weather. The Baldwin's house 
was a little bigger than the one Sue and I had. We were doing OK in the money 
department, but the Baldwins apparently had hit the big time. The house was loaded 
with expensive furniture and they had a big swimming pool in the backyard. The pool 
hadn't been opened for the season, yet, but we ended up out there, anyway. There was a 
grill going for cooking and we had music from the stereo and comfortable chairs 
scattered around.

   I was interested to learn that Vanessa had a beautiful, older sister, just
turned sixteen. She was tall, well developed and, like her sister, had blond
hair. Nicole, that was her name, didn't stay around for the get-together. Too
bad. She was really nice to look at, and I wondered if she was available.
Everyone else seemed to be.  Shortly after the introductions, she took off. I
saw her drive away in a late model sports car and Mindy whispered to me that
it was a J car. Funny, it looked like a Corvette to me, but I couldn't tell
for sure. What in hell was a "J" car, anyway and where did a 16 year-old girl
get one? It looked awfully expensive, whatever it was. I was dying to find
out but this didn't seem to be either the time or place to question Mindy
about it.

Vanessa was modestly dressed. She was wearing baggy, knee length  shorts and a floppy, 
oversized blouse. There was no hiding her good looks but she seemed, how shall I say 
it, normal. I didn't get that impression of hot-blooded, ready-for-sex sensuality she 
had projected earlier. She even behaved different. There was none of the firecracker 
vitality I'd come to expect. I could see now how I might have overlooked her in the 
past. She was a talented, little actress.

Her mother, Jill, was a  pleasant, matronly, suburban housewife with fading good 
looks. I estimated her age as being somewhere in her late thirties. No doubt, in high 
school and college Jill was a real looker, but time was taking its toll on her. 

Vanessa's father, Nick Baldwin, had to have been at least as old as his wife but he 
didn't look it. At least not from a distance. At first I thought he was a neighbor or 
a relative of the family. His trim, athletic build was suggestive of an active, 
energetic lifestyle. I could see where any woman, or even a girl, would consider him 
attractive and it pained me to think that Mindy had chosen someone so obviously good 
looking to have sex with. It told me volumes about the way she looked at the world and 
men, and how she must have felt about what we were doing. Up close, I could see some 
lines in his face that gave away his true age, but I had to admit that he was a 
handsome devil. 

I couldn't tell how the others felt, but I was puzzled and just a little uneasy. Here 
was this guy who specialized in underage girls, my daughter was next on his list and 
he acted just like any other guy in the neighborhood. Anyone not knowing what I knew 
about him would never suspect what was going on. In fact, I briefly wondered if 
everything Mindy had said was really true. In that setting it didn't seem possible. 

The girls, Polly and Suzy included, drifted off into the house. The four of us, Sue 
and me and Baldwin and his wife, sat around discussing events in the neighborhood and 
in our fair city, just like any other gathering of neighbors and friends.

In spite of my misgivings about him putting his hands on Mindy, I began to warm up to 
this Nick character. He was interesting, and except for his strange hobby, which I of 
course sort of shared with him, he was a regular guy. He even told a few jokes and 
they were actually funny. This would be Mindy's first time having sex with anyone but 
me, and I suppose if she wanted it to be with this guy, well, she could have done a 
lot worse.

Things were going along quite well. Nick had put out a big tub of cold beer and soft 
drinks and after a few brews I began to feel more relaxed. There was a lull in the 
conversation and I was about to make a trip to the toilet when Nick inquired about the 
coming week's changeover.

"So tell me, Jack. Do you think you'll be able to handle Vanessa for a week?"

Now there was a loaded question, if ever I heard one. I still wasn't completely sure 
if everything I'd been told was true. There was a nagging doubt in the back of my mind 
about Mindy's information. If the women hadn't been there, and if I'd had a few more 
beers, I think I would have had a frank discussion with this guy about what was going 
to happen. Instead, I very carefully offered a response that I thought would pass 
unnoticed by the women but that Nick would understand. I wasn't sure about Nick's wife 
but so far Sue didn't know what was going on between me and the girls. "Well, if she's 
anything like Mindy, I don't think there'll be a problem."

"Oh, those two girls are more alike than any others I know of. There won't be any 
problems. I'm sure of it. You know, Mindy comes around here a lot. She's almost like 
one of the family. This week's stay with us will kind of make it official. "

And so it went. Eventually the girls wandered back, we ate and then it was time to go 
home. As we were leaving, Nick shook my hand and in a quiet voice reassured me. "Don't 
worry, Jack. I'll take care good care of your girl and you do the same with mine."

That was it. Anyone seeing or hearing what went on that day would not be able to 
attach any sinister motives to this exchange of girls. On the surface it appeared to 
be exactly what the school had set up.

The next day, Sunday, it rained again. It was still April. I was as nervous as a kid 
on his first date. There was no football to watch on TV and I'd lost interest in 
baseball, after the strike. Mindy stayed up in her room most of the day, getting her 
things together. Everything  she was taking had to be spotlessly clean, and she was 
taking a lot of new stuff, specially purchased for this little expedition. I stopped 
by to see how she was doing, but I felt awkward and couldn't think of anything 
worthwhile to say. When I asked if she had any second thoughts about what was coming 
up, she said no.

About two o'clock that afternoon, Nick Baldwin drove up with Vanessa. Since it was 
still raining they had to run for our front door and I was standing there to let them 
in. It was a confused scene. Nick said he couldn't stay because he had a business 
meeting that evening. He was an officer in a bank.

Our front hall looked like a railroad station. Everybody was milling around, saying 
hello to Vanessa and goodbye to Mindy and trying to get their bags and stuff going in 
the right direction. Suzy kept picking up one of Mindy's bags, trying to carry it back 
upstairs. I gave Mindy a goodbye hug and kiss, and watched her run out to the car. It 
was really coming down so we closed the door and watched her away through the windows. 
When they were out of sight, I turned and gave Vanessa a gentle hug, kissed her on the 
cheek and officially welcomed her to the house. Sue and the girls made a really big 
fuss over her, so there wasn't much opportunity for me to say or do anything more. 
They gathered around her in a babbling crowd, and she gave me a big smile as they 
rushed her up the stairs to show her where she'd be sleeping.

For the rest of the day, and onto into the evening, I was kept pretty much in the 
background. Polly and Suzy played `show and tell' for Vanessa, explaining where 
everything was and how it worked. Even Sue got into it. As for me, I only had a week 
for what I wanted to do and I intended to make the most of it. I'd already set up my 
alibi for that evening, telling Sue I'd be working late in my office and for her not 
to wait up for me. I often did this so it didn't seem unusual.



Everybody finally went to bed but I wasn't sure if they were asleep, yet. Along about 
10:30 I couldn't wait any longer. It was raining like hell outside and I figured the 
noise would cover any sound I might make. Like a cat burglar, I made my way to Mindy's 
bedroom. This wasn't the first time I'd slipped into this room for some late nigh fun, 
but there was a different girl in there, now. As soon as I was inside, I dropped my 
clothes on the floor and crept over to the bed. When I did this with Mindy, the mere 
thought of getting in with her gave me an erection. This time it didn't happen. My 
apprehension about how Vanessa would receive me, sort of held things in check. Suppose 
she screamed, or something? No matter what Mindy had told me, this kid was only 
twelve-years old. If I got caught in bed with her, there was going to be trouble. 

As carefully as I could, I slipped under the covers next to her, and waited to see 
what she would do. Nothing. She was asleep. Well, I hadn't come this far just to look 
at her. Like a snake, creeping up on it's prey, I slowly reached out for Vanessa. 
Mmmm, nice. She was wearing a nightgown and I gently moved my hand around, feeling her 
thin arms and shoulders through the cottony material. Vanessa's long, shoulder length 
hair was spilled all over and around her face. Ever so carefully I  brushed it away 
and leaned over to kiss her on the neck. She was sweet, so sweet.

When I kissed her, she moved a bit and let out a soft, mewing sound, kind of like a 
kitten. Oh yeah! This was going to be good.

The bed was familiar territory to me. It was where Mindy slept every night, and it was 
where I'd taken her virginity; not to mention several follow up revelries. The sheets 
still held a faint trace of Mindy's scent, but there was a much stronger scent from 
the girl who now lay sleeping there. She smelled different than Mindy, but just as 
captivating. 

The rain had slacked off some but you could still hear it coming down. The room was 
dark, but from the dim light of the street lamp outside I could just make out the 
sleeping girl. Every once in a while there'd be a flash of lightning that lit up the 
whole room, and then, a few seconds later, off in the distance, there would be an 
answering bang of thunder. One of these boomers crashed into the girl's consciousness 
at just the right moment. I could tell that she'd come awake. Then, in a throaty, 
sleepy voice, she spoke. "Is it you, Mr. Danvers?"

Who was she expecting? "Yes," I whispered.

Well, it didn't seem that she was going to scream so I reached out and let my arms go 
around her. She came right to me, all soft and warm, and cuddly and I exulted in the 
feel of her lush, young body close to mine. The contact with her sent a wake up call 
to my cock, too. It came rushing up to full size and I boldly pressed it against her 
through the nightgown. She didn't seem to mind.

For the moment I was content to just lie there and enjoy the luxury of holding Vanessa 
in my arms. She had been on my mind for weeks and now my dreams were about to come 
true. I wanted to savor every moment with her.

From out of the depths of my subconscious a childhood memory floated to the surface. I 
was eleven-years old and lying in bed with my cousin, an older, teen-age girl. She had 
her hands between my legs, playing with me. Back then I wasn’t sure what I was 
supposed to do. This wasn’t a problem anymore.

My hand slid down Vanessa's back to feel her behind. She moved closer, pushing her 
face into my chest and murmured something that I couldn't understand. 

Mindy was right! The girl was for me. I  pulled up on the back side of her nightgown 
to get it out of the way. I was going to slip my hand inside her panties, except she 
wasn't wearing any. She was naked under the gown. Sweet Jesus! What an ass! What a 
delightfully smooth, firm little ass she had! She felt so good, so irresistibly, 
fucking good! No wonder it was illegal to fool around with girls her age. If it wasn't 
there wouldn't hardly be a virgin over the age of ten.

It was probably a dopey thing to say but things were fast spinning out of control for 
me.  "You're not wearing any pants."

She turned her head up and from the sound of her voice I guessed that she was puzzled. 
"No, I'm not. I thought you'd want it that way . . . They're right there on the chair. 
I can put them on, if you want."

"Oh, no. I like it better this way. In fact, I'd like to get this nightgown off you, 
too."

"Sure. You'll have to help . . ."  And with that she raised her arms. "Pull it over my 
head." I had the feeling she'd done this before. When I pulled up on the nightgown, 
she wiggled down and out the bottom, toward the foot of the bed. She kept right on 
sliding down and popped out below my chest. A little ball of delicious, delightful 
nakedness. I reached down to pull her back up and stopped. She had curled up with her 
legs half around mine, and her hands were at my cock. I was paralyzed. No way was I 
going to disturb her. If she wanted to play with my prick it was hers. She could do 
whatever she wanted with it and if she ran out of things to do, I could suggest 
something. 

Vanessa was way ahead of me. It wasn't long before I felt her tongue on the tip of my 
prick. Damn! She knew exactly what to do. Next I felt her lips. She was kissing the 
tip of my cock and I was going crazy. I began thrusting myself at her, wanting to get 
more and she accommodated me. Her lips closed around my cock and I was inside her 
mouth. That warm, wet, young girl mouth was stuffed full of my rock hard erection and 
I could not get enough of her. Besides sucking on me for all she was worth, her little 
hand got busy jerking me off.

Deep down inside me, a volcano was getting ready to erupt. In another few seconds I 
was going to blast a load right down her throat. Someone had taken the time to explain 
the finer points of sucking to this young lady. Whether it was her father or one of 
the other men who had bedded her I didn't know, but she had learned the lesson well. 
As wonderful as it was, there was something missing. I wanted to see her beautiful, 
angelic, twelve-year old  face while she was doing it to me and I couldn't do that in 
the dark. She’d have to stop. Later, in the daytime when I could watch, I'd have her 
do it again.

Besides, I had to have more contact with her. I had to feel as much of her at one time 
as I could. I needed to wrap my arms and legs around this luscious, little 
sixth-grader. She didn't want to break away, she was that far into it. I had to pull 
her up by the hair. As she came up I put my hands on her tits. They were small, maybe 
a little bigger than Mindy's but solid, and nicely rounded. Her nipples were hard and 
standing straight out. Now it was my turn to slide down. I had to taste them. I had to 
find out what they were like. Opening wide, I could get a good bit of one tit in my 
mouth and I spent several minutes, going from one to the other. 

She liked it as much as I did. Every so often she'd moan with pleasure while cradling 
my head in her arms.

While I was busy feasting on her tits, my hand slid down across her stomach and went 
between her legs. She was firm and smooth, just like Mindy and Polly, with no hair. I 
was enraptured by what I was coming to recognize as the distinct feel, the unique 
texture of a young girl's cunt. I could also tell she'd been fucked a number of times, 
because it was a lot easier to work my finger into her than with either Mindy or 
Polly. She was all wet and slippery inside, too. This absolutely delightful, young 
creature was ready to screw and I was just the guy to give it to her.
	
Rolling around in bed with a naked Vanessa was pure pleasure, but it couldn't go on 
much longer. There was a fire raging inside me and only one way to put it out. I 
crawled back up into position so as to fuck her. Eagerly, she reached down to guide my 
cock in, while  at the same time, spreading her legs. I wondered just how many times 
she'd done this. 

She definitely wasn't a virgin. My prick slid into her with no trouble at all. It was 
still a marvelous sensation. Words cannot describe the way it feels to have a trim, 
sexually aroused twelve-year old underneath you. There's nothing like underage pussy.

She was an aggressive little thing. From the way she rolled her ass around, I could 
tell that she'd done this many times. She knew exactly how she wanted my cock inside 
her and she wasted no time going for it. As soon as I started fucking her, she began 
moaning and huffing in time to my thrusts. I was afraid Sue would hear. No way was I 
going to stop. I clamped my mouth over Vanessa's to stifle the sound and her tongue 
went into my mouth. Jesus! All this from a little girl. It was unbelievable.

When I did shoot into her, she started working her arms and legs  around and clawing 
at me like she was trying to get inside me. What a reaction! Even after I finished 
pumping my fluid into her, she only 
gradually slowed and stopped, finally just hanging onto me. We were both soaking wet 
with sweat and cum all between us.

I wanted to just go off to sleep, with her under me and my cock resting on the 
threshold of that juicy, young cunt. It would be nice to wake up in the morning, with 
her along  side me. A little voice inside warned me that this would be dangerous. With 
some regret, I disengaged and started to get up. The girl came back to life and began 
kissing me and cuddling up to me. She didn't want me to leave! "Stay with me, please."

"I can't, Vanessa. I have to go. Someone could walk in and see us." I had Sue in mind 
for that chore. What would she think? What would she do? I really didn't want to find 
out.

As I raised up out of the bed, Vanessa's arms reached out to me. I leaned over and 
gave her a long, hard kiss on the mouth, and then it was over. I picked up my clothes 
and slipped out the door.