/younglove/ - Pedophilia Discussion

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>>20857

"John?"

"Yes, honey?" I looked up from the book I was reading to meet the inquisitive gaze of my lover, who had looked up from her book.

"Will you tell me again about the first time we met?"

I smiled, remembering the adorable five year old girl I had met seven years ago. "Have you forgotten again already?" I teased.

She threw her book aside and swung a leg over me to straddle me on the couch where we sat.

"You know I remember!" she said. "I just like to hear the story!"

I glanced at the book she had tossed aside. My copy of Nabokov's Lolita.

"Nah, I think you…don't…remember!" I said, punctuating each word with a gentle jab at one of her ticklish spots. She collapsed against my chest as we both laughed, her head resting under my chin, her long brown hair spreading across my chest like a bed of leaves in a forest.

"I have vays of making you talk!" she said in her best Russian accent, as she lowered herself onto my lap. She was wearing a skirt and, apparently, no panties underneath. I felt her warmth and softness through my thin pants.

"Hey, feminine wiles! Out of bounds!" I cried. As always, my body responded to hers, and I felt myself stiffening.

She raised herself up off my lap and said, with mock-innocence "Oh, you don't want me to use my feminine wiles?"

I relented. "Okay, use them! You win! I'll tell you the story!"

"Yay!" she said, as she lowered herself down again with a teasing wiggle.

"Well, you know we met when you were five."

"Yes, I know. Tell the story!"

"I am! Your mom was looking to buy a house for the two of you, and one of the ones the real estate agent showed her was the one next door to mine. I was in the front tending the flowerbeds when you pulled up. The real estate agent and your mom got out of the car first, then your mom let you out of the back. I waved, and you all waved back, and I remember thinking what a pretty girl you were.

"You guys spent quite a while inside, and I was about to head in when you came out and your mom waved me down. She wanted to ask me some questions about the neighborhood, so I came over. You weren't clinging to your mom, but you were standing behind her and you kept peeking out at me. I was trying to answer your mom's questions, but I kept wanting to look at you, too, and every time I caught your eyes, I got a little happy feeling in my spine."

"That's so sweet."

"I know, right?" I smiled at her as she looked up and raised her eyebrow at me.

"Anyway, I answered all of your mom's questions, and I think she was really leaning toward buying the house. She noticed you peeking around her at me, so she introduced you. 'This is my daughter, Olivia,' she said. We were standing over by the rose bushes, and I asked her if I could give you a flower, and she said yes. So I snipped the best pink rose I could see, and snipped off the thorns. I knelt down to give it to you, and before you even smelled it or really looked at it, you threw your arms around my neck. Your mom seemed a little embarrassed, but I thought it was really sweet."

Olivia looked up at me, a mischievous look in her eyes. "I know, right?"

>>20884

"Hush. Only I get to do that. Anyway, your mom did buy the house, as you know. I invited the two of you over to dinner after you closed on the house and started moving in, and she had me over for your housewarming party and that sort of thing. Your mom and I became really good friends."

"Yeah," Olivia said quietly. "And so did we."

I nodded. "Yeah. After your dad left you guys and dropped off the map, your mom had a lot of responsibilities. She was busy a lot of the time trying to provide for you. She left you with me a lot when she had late meetings or retreats for work."

"You didn't mind?"

"You know I didn't. I loved spending time with you. I looked forward to it."

"Me, too."

"Well, you remember you were six when your mom got sick."

"I barely remember. It all happened so fast."

"Yeah. You might not remember, but your mom started feeling really sick a lot. She couldn't figure out what was wrong. Went to a few doctors. They kept giving her antacids and telling her to avoid stress at work. Finally, after she kept getting worse, they did more extensive testing–honey, are you sure you want to hear all this again?"

"Yeah. It doesn't hurt as much anymore. It seems like a long time ago. I was so young."

"You're still 'so young'!"

"Hey! Not too young for you to fuck!"

"Language!" I said with a failed attempt at sternness as we both laughed again.

After a quiet moment, I continued. "So they found the mass in your mom's pancreas. Pancreatic cancer. They gave her an estimate of six months. She lasted seven."

"I remember being at the hospital a lot. The hospital and your house."

"Our house, now."

"Yeah."

"Well, your mom was in no shape to care for you. Your dad was bouncing around South America. Your mom and I managed to track him down, but when we found him, the only thing he wanted to do was sign papers relinquishing his parental rights. Bastard."

"Hey, don't badmouth him. If he had come back to claim me, he might have dragged me to South America or wherever, and we couldn't be together."

"You're right. Anyway, with him out of the picture, and your mom basically having disowned her family, as her time started to run out, she asked me if I would be your guardian. I was really happy to, but it was just under such awful circumstances. I really cared about your mom."

"I know you did. I think you were almost more upset than I was when she died."

"I don't know about that. It was a bad time, though.

"Yeah. I don't want to hear any more about that right now."

"Okay. Then what do you want to hear about?"

"Tell me about the first time we fooled around."

"From grief to joy, huh?"

"You're always telling me that it's only the joy that makes the grief worth it."

"I do say that," I sighed.

"So pony up," she said, wiggling again in my lap.

"If I pony up are you going to–" I slid my hands up her thighs under her skirt and cupped her bare bottom "–pony up yourself?"

She sucked in her lower lip and let her eyes do the talking.

"I can't resist, you insatiable little minx."

"Insatiable little minx?! I'm satiable!"

I laughed at her wit. "Yes, and I'll sate you after you let me talk. You were almost eight, and we'd been living together a little over a year. You had always masturbated pretty damn much anywhere, even after your mom and, later, I, talked to you about 'touching your private places in private spaces'."

"Oh, c'mon, I didn't masturbate *anywhere*."

"No, that's true. You kept a lid on it at school and in public, but you'd often go at it in the car, or while we were watching a movie."

"Now you see why I always wanted a blanket, even when it wasn't cold."

"I saw that for a long time, sweetie. You weren't fooling me."

She blushed.

"Well, I was taking a nap one afternoon, and I woke up when I felt the bed rocking. You had come to lie down next to me, and you were touching yourself. Pretty vigorously." She buried her face in my chest. "Reaching down into your panties. I don't think you'd realized that I was awake yet, and I didn't want to embarrass you. And…fuck, but it was erotic. I think I had always had a thing for you. A love that went beyond what a guardian would feel, you know? But I never wanted to admit it to myself. Until then. You were so beautiful. And I rolled over."

"And my heart nearly stopped."

"You remember now!"

"I've always remembered. I like to hear it every once in a while."

"I put my hand on top of yours and said something like 'Do you want me to help?' You looked right at me and nodded. You took your hand out of your panties, and we both slipped them down, and I started touching you. You were so soft, and smooth. You closed your eyes, and I remember the way your lips parted as I started rubbing you. After a few seconds, I asked if you wanted to keep going, and you said 'Yes'. Moaned it, more like. Then I asked if you wanted me to kiss you down there. I remember your eyes came open and you said, 'That's silly!'"

We both laughed. "I remember that," she said.

"You said yes even though you were skeptical. You didn't find it so silly after I started, did you?"

"Nooooo, I did not, sir."

"Ha. I got down in between your legs and actually just started by kissing. I couldn't believe this was happening. Then I started to lick you and you started to moan. You tasted so good."

"I couldn't believe how good it felt."

"I still don't know if you came that time, but you had a good time."

"And from then on, I didn't have to masturbate anymore if you were around."

"Unless I'm sick."

"Well, yeah, except that."

"Or asleep."

She gave me a reproving look. "Now when has *that* stopped me?"

"Good point." I was reminded of the incident a few days before, when I had awoken to find that she had taken my erect penis out of my boxers and was sliding her little pussy on it.

She raised herself up, still straddling me. She had left a wet spot on my pants, which started to feel cold as the warmth of her body left. "And you still think I'm cute, even though I'm not a little girl anymore?" At 12, her chest was still barely budding. She was trying to make light with her question, but I could tell she was intent upon the answer.

"You know I do. I love your face, and your body. I love your mind. I love you. And I still will, even as you get older."

Her eyes lit up, and the corners of her soft lips curved upward. "Pull down your pants, mister."

I returned her smile and set a record for getting my pants down. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and her face melted into an expression of pleasure as she sank down onto my erection and my firmness met her soft warmth.