| When Dawn Comes. Zoe. I'd never have looked at a child like I look at Dawn. She is one of my neighnours girls. I remember when I was eleven and in turmoil about my sexuality and finding it tough to accept that I was a lesbian. I've watched her slowly grow from a little girl into a beautifull creature. One that fills my fantasies whilst I'm lying on my bed frigging relentlessly until I'm spent. I don't know how I suddenly found her sexually attractive, maybe it is that sultry little smile she has or the way her coltish hips sway so seductively. In the mornings I watch her walk past our house from my bedroom window on her way to school. Her long blonde hair shimmers in the sun light and her blue eyes sparkle. She is a preteen Godess with the tiniest hint of woman hood beneath her pristine white blouse. I saw her playing with a freind one day in the garden and the glimpses of their panties, as they turned cart wheels went straight to my pussy. I was lying on a sun bed with a book. I laid my towel over my waist and gently masturbated myself as I ogled their lovely innocent forms until I orgasmed. Then one day, recently, during mid term break, I saw her sitting on her door step, looking miserable. It was lunch time and I was about to go out for something to eat. When I saw her my heart skipped and my plans suddenly changed. We'd hardly ever spoken really, probably due to our age difference but I was intent on getting to know her. In my mind my fantasies would be richer for knowing her better. 'Hi,' I said with a smile. She looked up and huffed, 'hi,' she replied in a very down hearted way. 'What's up,' I said, 'you locked out?' She nodded, 'I forgot my key this morning an' mum won't be home 'til four.' 'Oh,' I said in a worried manner, 'you can come in and wait inside if you like?' She hesitated for a moment and swept a hair from her face before nodding. 'You sure You don't mind?' I smiled and ushered her in. My eyes followed her and my lips went dry. Her bottom wiggled beautifully, as though she was doing it deliberately. I wasn't sure what I was after or expected to get? But up this close was making me very excited. I lead her to the living room and offered her a sandwich and a coke, which she accepted with a smile. I could see that she was feeling a little more relaxed now and I craved for her thin, wet lips, to kiss them and push my tongue inside her mouth. Mmmmmmmmmh! In the kitchen I prepared us a peanut butter sandwich each and poured us both a drink. Just before taking them back into living room I gazed through the door at her as she sat gazing at the tv. I licked my lips and looked her slim body up and down. My eyes were drawn immediately to the small swell of her preteen breast through her tiny pink spaghetti strap top. I cooed to myself and pictured myself unhooking her training bra. My hand slipped down and up my skirt. I fondled my aching mound through my panties, squeezing my lips and making the thin nylon wet with my actions. I knew I could make myself cum reallly quickly whilst watching her but I wasn't ready yet. She was wearing quite tight blue jeans and I wondered how snug her panties must be, pushed up tightly to her eleven year old pussy. I rubbed my gusset between and along my folds a couple of times and could hear my thick cream making a sloshy noise. Boy was I wet? Getting myself together, I quickly rinsed my hands and picked up our lunch before returning to her and placing the glasses and plate on the coffee table. As I sat down I could feel just how wet my panties were and knew they'd be glued to and between my pussy lips. We exchanged a smile and began eating. As we did I so wanted to tell her what a mess she was causing inside my undies but fortunately, I thought better of it. Our eyes kept meeting and the pair of us giggled endlessly. Her body may have filled many of my late night fantasies but sitting next to her, so close, made me realise that the girl really was just that - a girl. A small, young and innocent child who should not be lusted after but loved and in the motherly way, not my sordid lesbian pedo way. But her beautiful eyes mesmerise me. Each time our little glances met I melted. My heart and mind love Dawn, it's my body that betrays me. My body that reacts and melts in a different kind of way. I throb and ache for her, tingle all over and my outrageous need her always causes my hands to roam and wander. To that secret place on my body that she will barely have discovered on her own prescious form. To toy with and sink fingers into as she fills my mind. What would she say or think? If she knew or saw me frantically edging towards my peak as I roll around, humping my hand and crying,out her name. Does she know about orgasms? About lesbian sex? Does she do it herself? Wracking in her own bed, covering her fingers in her own juicy way. If she does? Does she think of me? In the way I think of her? Does she cum crying out my name? These are the things I think about when I'm masturbating and filling my panties with my creamy cum and as I sit next to her, it's all I can think about now. We sat in silence chomping away and watching Loose Women. I cleared the plate away and excused myself to the loo. I so needed to change my under wear. On inspection, my creamy fluids had totally flooded the gusset. 'That's what you do to me Dawn,' I said to nobody as I pulled up my red satin bikini style panties with little lace ties on the sides. They are my favourite's and the ones I masturbate in the most. I didn't put them on to try and turn Dawn on, it just seemed symbolic as I'd cum in them so many times for her. It just felt right. I donned some lip stick and perfume, checked my hair and returned to the living room. I sat on the sofa and smiled at Dawn, she seemed very relaxed now and gave me a lovely warm smile in return. It felt like ages that we sat watching a repeat of Columbo and eventually, after a lot of soul searching and questioning of my sordid self I gave in to my bad, bad side. I decided there was only one way to find out if Dawn would be at all interested in me, not that I would force her or anything but I neededto know. I stretched out on the sofa and yawned. 'Dawn,' I said with my heart in my mouth, 'it's chilly, why don't you come over here and snuggle up whilst we watch telly?' She stood up and nodded, 'OK,' she replied. I couldn't believe my luck. If I only get to hold her, feel her close and snuggle up - that would be enough to quench my thirst for her. Even those meerest of moments that it took for her to cross over to me made my mound throb. My eyes were drawn to her tight jeans, moulded perfectly to her groin. I gasped inwardly at the thought of how lucky her panties were to be hugging, kissing and sinking between her lushcious young pussy lips. I was molten with lust and knew I had to control myself. Poor Dawn was the epitomy of innocence at the hands of a sick minded pedo lesbian. But I'm not sick. I don't wish her any harm. I would rather die than let anything happen to her. I'd just fallen madly and deeply in love with her and with that, naturally, comes the sexual side. My lust for her is only an extension of my feelings. My body giving in to her as my soul has. I mean her no harm and would always respect her wishes, regardless of my own. Dawn lay with me facing the tv and I behind her, spooning her. I snuggled up close, breathing in the freshness of her clean blonde hair. She wriggled around to get comfortable and I felt her lovely arse press against my crotch. It was all I could do not to start humping her. I wrapped my arms around her and planted a small kiss on top of her head. She snuggled even deeper into my arms and I held her close. There was definately more than just innocent hugging going on here. I could feel it and scence it from both of us. How uninnocent Dawn was being was questioable but it certainly felt good to me. I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers and kissed her head once again. I heard an audible moan escape her lips, 'you OK honey?' I asked, cringing because I might not like the answer. 'Mmmh!' She sighed, 'this is nice, you are nice.' 'Oh honey,' I replied, swallowing a deep guilty breath, 'you are so cute.' I turned her head so I could look into her lovely eyes, her eleven years had mastered the most perfect of beings. Her eyes glistened and her soft skin felt like silk. Her child like lips parted and her smile beamed. I leant down and placed as innocent a kiss as I possibly could upon those lips. She did not back away or scream and run in terror, instead she smiled again. 'I'm sorry,' I said. 'Why?' She asked with a frown. 'You are just so beautifull Dawn, that I...' And I hesitated, 'I just had to kiss you. I'm sorry.' 'Don't be sorry,' she whispered, 'I liked it.' 'Don't say that,' I replied, 'it'd make me want to kiss you more.' 'I don't mind,' she said so softly I hardly heard her. I couldn't resist her offer and gently kissed her again. This time letting my lips linger on hers. It was like an electric charge had been set off between us. In those split seconds everything had changed from a tiny nothing kiss to a moment where her breathing was as ragged as my own. 'Oh Dawn,' I said, lost in my deluirium. Our lips locked tightly. I rolled her onto het back and kissed her hard. No tongues, but the wet slobbery child kiss she gave was all the nourishment I needed. I was losing control and knew it. Dawn wrapped her arms around ny shoulders, holding me in place. I slithered down slightly so our faces were level and slid my leg over hers. 'Oh Dawn,' I repeated, 'you are just so incredibly gorgeous, I love you so much.' 'I love you to,' she replied, stroking my hair. 'Yes,' I said, 'but I love you so much that I feel sexually attracted to you. Do you understand?' She nodded. 'But your far too young and I'm sure having another female come on to you feels wierd. Doesn't it?' She shook her head and pulled my face to hers. 'No,' she whispered and kissed me. I tried and failed. This eleven year old nymph had me and was, by all accounts, willing to give herself to me. My body was responding to her by pressing itself against her thigh. My hand wandered down to her scrummy bottom where I squeezed her rear and slid my thigh between hers. My hand pulled her by her bum so that I could feel her crotch on my thigh. I felt her muscles react as she heaved her hips up. 'My God,' I shreiked to myself, 'she's reacting and stimulated.' I was elated but couldn't get the thought that I was getting heavy with an immature eleven year old out of my head. I had to stop, that's all there was to it. But my will power just faded as I felt her heaving herself in response to my own humping. Neither of us were going like a rabbit but the slight, yet definate, movement of our loins already had me on the brink of orgasm. I moved again, this time more on her side. I worried sick that I wouldn't hold out and was going to cum through my knickers all over her jeans. I was sure that would definately kill the romance. My hand stroked her shoulder for ages, including up and down her arm. When I could wait no longer and in the middle of a deep snog, I softly stroked across her tiny swell of breasts. So small, in fact, that they hardly registered with her lying on her back. I started kissing her throat and looked up for a brief second. Her head was lying side ways and her eyes were closed. With a trembling hand I tickled her belly button, making her giggle in a little girl way, which, in deed, she was. Then holding my breath, whilst I did it, I slipped up under her little top and fondled the immaculate budding breast over her training bra. Instead of any shock or horror at this, I felt her hips raise slightly as she humped fresh air and she gave a little moan. I was still struggling to control my own arousal. With each slight movement she made I felt a spasm and knew my pussy was bursting for release. I slid down her body and tugged her top up as I went and kissed her tummy. I daren't look up at her face as my thumbs edged inside her training bra and pulled it up until her baby boobs were exposed. She groaned again and her hands went up above her head, clutching at nothing. I noticed her eyes remained shut. My mouth went straight to her tiny pink nipple. It may have been tiny but as soon as my tongue touched it, it became erect. I was lying almost on top of her when her thighs raised in a jolt and she gasped aloud. Her hips suddenly shook and I knew that she had, probably prematurely, gone into orgasm. I hadn't expected that but was delighted. Her thigh trembling climax shuddered against my own sex and I was powerless to stop my own orgasm ovewhelming me, though mine wasn't premature, it had been threatening to engulf me for ages. It came like thunder and rushed through me like lightning. I groaned myself as the intensity caused me to spasm wildly and I felt my pussy lips open and my liquid lust pour from me to soak into the gusset of my best red satin panties. We both lay shocked by what had happened. I crawled up to her face and kissed her, 'are you OK baby?' I asked. 'Yes,' she replied, 'I'm sorry I accidently... Peed, I think?' 'No cherub,' I said hugging her, 'you came, erm, orgasmed, you know?' 'Really,' she smiled, her eyes lighting up, 'but my knickers are...' 'Wet?' I said for her. She nodded. 'So are mine darling,' I reassured her, 'your not the only one who came. I did too.' I kissed her lovingly, 'thank you.' After a short while Dawn dozed off. I wasn't surprised, I remembered my first orgasm with my teddy - but that's a different story. Dawns bra and top were back in place but I lay with her kissing her arm as I moved down. I just wanted to maybe stroke her for a while over her jeans or even kiss her down there through the denim. Maybe not the sexiest thing to do but at the time I found the idea highly erotic. My hand brushed across the front of her jeans and my mind filled with how lovely her pussy must be for one so young. Again I glided my fingers over her crotch area and swear I could feel her mound hardening, like mine was. I looked up at her beautufull face, so restfulll and content, I nearly stopped. When my face was close to her crotch I leant as near as I could without touching and breathed in. I could smell her cum and felt heady and intoxicated. With both hands I unsnapped her butron and gently pulled down the zip, all the while breathing in her thirst quenching aroma. Her panties were a light pink with little puppies all over them. I remember how cute they looked. I tugged her jeans over her slender hips and off her feet. They came away easily with her small frame. Then I spread her legs and delighted in the sight of her sodden gusset, sodden, I thought because of me. I leant forward and immediatley buried my tongue into the wet cotton. I felt her baby pussy beneath the material and began sucking her spent cum through her deliscious panties. My own hand worked it's way inside my dripping knix as I licked and sucked Dawns panties. Then suddenly... Just as I was about to pull the gusset to one side. She woke up and rubbed her eyes. I didn't know what to say or do, 'I...' Then I was lost for words. She smiled, 'oh,' she said, 'it's OK Zoe, I trust you.' 'I'm sorry,' I burbled, 'I don't know what got into me?' Dawn swung her leg around and stood up. I moved until I was sat in front of her. She pulled her jeans up her legs and I felt weak, yet I couldn't help but look at how sexy she was with her jeans still half open. She held out her hand to me. 'Zoe,' she said, 'will you... Will you take me to bed?' I started to smile as she did, nodded and stood. Still smiling and overwhelmed with relief I took her hand and together we climbed the stairs... THE END. |