My Little Lady, Part 1

by Debby Mitchell

Just a fantasy of mine, about a girl in my street. Someone I could have taken a shine to a few years ago. If only ...........

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I've watched her for a few years now. From little girl to little lady. Jan was only 10 when her family moved in next door three years ago, and we quickly became friends. She would come in to my yard to see my puppy and play with her, then in summer she began inviting herself over to swim in my pool. Always proper, always at a distance. Jan never realised that I have a thing for girls, especially younger ones.

It is so difficult finding girls who I can be with, willingly wanting me to love them. I was definitely not grooming Jan for sex, but merely leaving it open that if she ever wanted to be more than friends I'd be here for her.

We talk so much about everything. From school to friends, music and fashion. At 23 I like to think I'm not an oldy who she cannot relate to. I listen to the same radio that she does, so we know the same songs and the latest boy bands. I read the same magazines that she does, but I have very different reasons to hers. When I get my hands on the latest Teenager magazine it's to ogle the girls, not so much the clothes and celeb rumours (tee hee).

Jan was noticibly starting to form some curves, I noted when she came over for a swim yesterday. I joined her out on the deck to get some sun, and with my yard being quite private I usually shed my top and avoid tan-lines. Yesterday, for the first time, Jan asked if I minded her removing her top as well. Of course I didn't.

Lying on her back, her boobs were just like little pancakes with a dob of cream on each, being her puffy nipples. When she stood to dive in, however, they sat there very attractively like poached eggs. Firm and ripe, gorgeous in fact. I felt myself become damp just ogling her from behind my sunglasses. She swam a few laps then sat on the pool's edge to chat to me. The cool water had made her nipples stand out, and she looked good enough to eat then & there.

Jan had shoulder length straight light brown hair that framed her pretty face. She was a bit skinny, a bit gawky in fact, bust as I said some curves were just starting to show. Compared to last year, her hip had started to widen a bit, her waist became more prominent, and some development in the chest area set things off nicely. Just the way I like them ....... not too mature, but not too immature either.

She was looking at me in a funny way, and then asked why my nipples had hardened, given I had not swum. I tossed up what to say. Would I tell her that she had me so turned on my pussy was wet and my nipples were tingling? No. My reserved side made me say that I'd had a shiver pass through me and they must have reacted to that.

Jan accepted my explanation, but had I stood up then she would see my damp spot in the bikini bottoms and that would be harder to explain. It threw me when she asked me to rub some sunscreen in to her back, though. Not wanting to seem strange I suggested she lie face down and once her head was buried in the towel I moved over with the pump pack of sunscreen, and started to spread some over her back, using both hands in a semi-massage style.

I thought I heard a little moan, just before she asked me to do the backs of her legs as well. I couldn't say no, so I moved down closer to her legs and started to spread some cream in to one then the other. As I did, her legs moved just a fraction wider, so as I knelt I could see the outline of her little puss, clearly defined by the tight white lycra of her bikini. As I neared the top of her thigh, her legs widened a little more, allowing my fingers to glide up and nearly feel lycra. This time the moan was a definite one.

As I began on her second leg, I asked Jan if she was OK. Her voice was a little wavery as she said yes, she was fine. Again as I got closer to her puss, her legs opened even more, and this time I actually brushed against lycra, gently.

Jan rolled over and asked me to continue on her front, and I paused slightly, asking if she was sure. Jan looked me in the eyes and said straight up "Yes". I began at her shoulders, then arms, then chest. Just gliding softly over her little breasts was a huge turn on for me, and I tried not to dwell or show it, because I was still not convinced that she was just an innocent girl with no other agendas in mind. Her tummy was next followed by the tops of her legs, and again it was hard to not allow my hands to keep going up to cup her mound and caress her perfect camel toe. I was so focussed on what I was doing, I did not notice her gaze, straight at my bikini bottoms, then I realised .........my puss was a sloppy mess. I was so horny the juices were dribbling from me and starting to run down my leg. Jan looked from my pussy to my face, then back again, before a little smile spread on her lips. She asked me if I was horny, and what could I say? Of course I was horny, with a near naked 13 year old, on my pool deck, and my hands all over her, but I could not say that. I admitted I was, and quick as a flash Jan admitted she was too. It gushed from her, that she'd secretly been wanting to kiss me for months, that I was her idol, that she did not like boys that way, and had no idea what to do with a girl. She also asked me if I'd help her learn.

Oh my goodness! I did not know what to say or do for a moment. She rocked me even more by untying one string on the side of her bikini bottoms, peeling the lycra back, and then she started to masturbate in front of me, telling me she did that every night in bed thinking about me. I watched as she slid her fingers up and down her slit, spreading juices from her vagina up and over her clit. She was perfectly smooth, with no signs of any pubes at all. It was a beautiful sight, and I had to reach out and caress her breasts again, as I leant over to kiss her sweetly. Her mouth was incredibly soft, and her tongue small and slippery, and I'd rate the kiss one of the best, ever.

My hand reached down to hold the one she was using between her legs, and together we massaged all her secret places, her softness, her wetness. Jan started to cum, and our kisses intensified, our hunger matching her orgasm. Her breathing became ragged, her warm breath mingling with mine in our mouths. It was exquisite to be a part of her joy.

"Wow" she muttered when all had calmed a bit, smiling broadly as she lay there spread, with a light sheen of perspiration making her skin glow. She was a beautiful sight, I decided, noticing how hot and desperate that little episode had gotten me. I asked Jan if she would come and shower with me, and she quickly agreed. Using the ensuite in my bedroom, Jan quickly got rid of what lycra was left tied to her thigh, and then she turned to help me slide mine off, kneeling as she slid them down.

Before I could do or say anything, Jan pushed her face towards my loins and planted the sexiest kiss right on my lower lips, using her tongue to peek out and have a quick lick. I went weak at the knees, and pulled her with me under the running water. Standing we embraced, and held each other close. I had to lean down a bit, being about 20cm taller than Jan, but we kissed, and kissed, and kissed.

Her hip slipped between my legs, and I started to grind against her, feeling wonderful. My thrusts became more urgent as the rubbing found my clit, and I could feel my orgasm build. More kisses, more grinding, and then with Jan pinching my nipples gently I came ........ and came ....... and came. If I was weak at the knees before, I was weaker now, and we tumbled from the shower, dripping, to land on my bed.

It was time to talk, I decided, as we had certainly crossed some boundaries in a hurry, and we needed to see how each of us felt about it. I started by telling Jan how I preferred women to men, and how I also had a bit of a "thing" for younger ones like her. I reassured her I wanted us to stay friends, but there was no expectation from me that this was nothing more than a one-off event. After all, with a 10-year age gap, she would soon find someone else closer to her age, and be happy with them.

Jan countered by telling me that I was all she ever thought about, and that our little session had been something she had yearned for, for a long time. She would be upset if we could not continue, and explore fully our relationship. She wanted me to teach her, to help her to mature, sexually. She wanted to have me & hold me, if I wanted her.

I was excited .......and told her so. We kissed some more, and the heat returned to our loins. I asked if I could taste her properly, and Jan nodded enthusiastically. I began to explore her with my lips, my tongue, my whole mouth. Sweet, salty, tasty, I decided as I lapped at her little puss, and when she was close I pushed my thumb a few cm in to her vagina as I sucked on her clitty, allowing it to pump in and out just a little. She was so tight, I bet nothing had ever been there before, unlike me who "lost" my cherry at 12 thanks to the handle of my hairbrush.

Jan exploded, and I kept up the assault on her puss, allowing her to maintain the crest of the wave for as long as possible. Once done, she whispered to me how she had felt, and that it was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She cuddled me close and whispered "thanks Deb". She felt nice beside me like that, with lots of skin to skin contact, her soft hair on my pillow, her cute face watching me, grinning with satisfaction.

We dozed, and later woke with a jump as my front doorbell rang. A look at the clock told us we had crashed and Jan would be late home. I grabbed my sarong, wrapping it about me as I went for the door, telling Jan to dress quickly. It was her Mum, asking if she was there and I told her we had just come in from the pool, and that Jan was in the toilet. I said I'd send her straight home, and her Mum thanked me as she left.

I shut the door, turned, and Jan was there, looking ever so sexy. It never fails to amaze me how someone can be looked upon so differently after you've been intimate. We promised to see each other again the next day, and a quick kiss and she was gone, leaving me all alone, replaying in my mind the last few hours of fun.