Trading, Part 2

by Amy xxxxx

Day four, Tuesday. I hurried home from work via the cash point and drew out £100. I needed more of the twelve year old and was aching to see her. I'd been thinking about her all day and whilst frigging myself off in the loo at lunch time with her panties glued to my nose, I wished I'd brought my hair brush. poor thing must have felt relieved when I left for work.

I had tea with dad, watched a bit of telly then went upstairs and changed into a sexy lttle dress that I hoped would catch her eye. After all, she claimed she wasn't into girls but why else would she really be willing to offer all these things? Before I left I quickly changed the fresh panties i'd put on. They had already become uncomfortably wet, just thinking about her.

I arrived at ten to eight, early I know, but I was smitten and desperate to taste her. She was fifteen minutes late and I was panicking until I saw her turn the corner. She was wearing her school uniform again and looked deliciously sexy.

'Hi,' I said, trying to sound confident, though I was shaking like a leaf.

'OK?' She replied, still chewing that bloody gum, 'so did you like my knickers?'

I cringed and looked around, expecting to see someone standing there wondering what the hell was going on. Fortunately the coast was clear.

'Ssssh, for goodness sake,' I said, 'we could get into serious trouble, you know?'

She laughed, 'you could, you mean,' sbe giggled. 'Well? Did ya?'

I cringed again but nodded my head that I did.

'Good,' she said, 'what did you do with them?'

'That's none of your business,' I replied, still blushing.

'Want me wet ones still?' She" smirked, 'that's why I'm a bit late, you know, doing the dirty deed in them for you.'

I continued cringing, 'bloody hell,' I said angrily, 'must you make it souhd so crude?

'Look,' she said, looking a bit peeved herself, 'you haven't even asked me name, yet you wanna buy me knickers. I might be a bit Crude but remember I'm not the perv.'

'OK, OK,' I said, 'I'm sorry and you're right I don't know your name? I'm Amy,' I said holding out my hand.'

'I'm Chrissy,' she replied with her real young girls voice.

It hit home that moment what I was really doing, 'look,' I said, if you want I'll stop coming if you feel...'

She laughed, 'it's OK,' she replied, 'I got the panties here, if you still want them?'

'I do,' I said in a softer tone and smiled.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bag, then handed it to me. I reached for my purse, but as I did she stopped me'.

'No, it's OK,' she said, 'i enjoyed doing it for you.'

I smiled and felt guilty, 'I...'

'No really,' she assured me.

'Will I see you tomorrow?' I asked.

'If you want to?' She replied.

I took the bag and we said goodbye. I wanted to cuddle her and tell I cared. I was falling for her, yet i'd only just found out her name.

'Chrissy, Chrissy,' I kept repeating to myself as I walked along.

With guilt in my heart I went to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I looked inside the bag and sighed. I felt awful taking the gift now and hesitated as I took out a pair of pink nylon panties. I held them up to the light and sure enough the front panel and gusset were soaked. But they were little girls panties, not an adults like mine. There was even a Teddy bears face on the front that made me feel worse.

Even so, I still had an overwhelming urge to taste her there, there where she'd cum in them. I brought them to my face and inhaled her now familiar essence. It was devine, only there was another aroma now, that of fresh female cum. I swooned and lay down on the bed. Slowly I turned the panties inside out to find a small pool of syruppy cum right where I could see she had pressed a finger into herself, right before her orgasm.

I quickly tore my own knickers off and tossed them across the room before grabbing my pillow and lying on top of it. I bunched it up and pressed myself against it until I had it hard against my clit. My dress was bunched up around my waist as I began to hump.

My right arm steadied myself and my left hand brought Chrissy's panties back to my face. I couldn't stand it any longer so I gingerly tried a lick of Chrissy's twelve year old cum. it was very sticky yet delicious to taste. Within sevonds I was sucking the creamy mess from the gusset for,all I was worth.

I came again and again, crying out her name as another climax erupted and I spent my own juices all over the pillow. I collapsed in a heap after a while and fell asleep.

When I awoke my door was ajar. Had my dad seen what I was doing with a young girls pair of knickets and my pillow. I dreaded to think. I decided it was late enough for bed so just snuggled myself under the duvet and looked forward to seeing Chrissy the next day.