Virginia II

by hornykate

I dont know how I got through the rest of the evening. But it went, vaguely, like this: Virginia came back from the Ladies, taking the same place next to me whilst Jen sat opposite. We chatted, laughed, as though nothing untoward had happened, we ate our pizzas, then Virginia and I ordered ice cream and ate it like two schoolgirls, even though I was over 20 years her senior. But what we talked about, laughed about I cant remember. I was hugely distracted. Firstly by Virginia's flawless beauty. She was wearing a short denim skirt with a white t-shirt and, as my arms were bare too, our arms kept touching.

But I was distracted, too, by what Jen had said. Or rather what I THOUGHT she said, for as the evening continued her words transformed into other words that she COULD'VE said. Had she said 'you're wet'? No, she cant have done. So what was it? I was going through the alphabet, so was it something to do with a bet? A debt? Something, anything that would rhyme with 'wet'. By the end of the evening I'd convinced myself that Jen had actually said 'I'm glad we met'.

But I wasn't so convinced that my mind was settled. I lay in bed that night, sleeping only fitfully, every now and again looking at the photo of Virginia, while Jen's words (or possible words) ran through my head. Why would Jen say that? What did she mean? Well, I knew what she meant, but what did it imply? I tried to put it out of my mind but I kept looking at the photo.

THE photo. A 12 year old child, a headshot only (probably a good thing, any more than head and shoulders would've fuelled unbearable fantasies), a short-sleeved shirt showing her beautiful arms, an over-sized hat, a sweet sweet smile. My god, I wanted her in my bed. Now. To hold her. To touch her. Chastly. Gently. I was almost aching with a deep need. I couldn't sleep. I checked my email again. For the umpteenth time. No message.

I woke with a start, midway through a dream that was quickly forgotten. Only single images remained. A loose fitting hat. Bare arms reaching out for me. This was insane. But, even so, I checked my email straight away.

A message! My heart lurched. Could it be?

"I enjoyed last nite. I like you. I hope you liked me. Shall I send another photo". Oh my god yes yes yes. Calm down Katie calm down. This really WAS insane.

"I enjoyed last night and of course I liked you. Very much. If you want to send another photo please feel free. I'm wearing the other one out lol". And within half an hour, true to her word, another photo came through. A headshot like the other, but she was clearly wearing rather less. A swimsuit. The straps left her shoulders bare. Her arms still on display, obviously, and a small portion of her chest. I could just make out the slight swell of her breasts at the bottom of the photo. And if I wasn't already, I was now truly smitten.

I was late in to work and when Jen called me into her office I expected a few stern words regarding punctuality.

"Hey Kate," she smiled, "you were late this mornin'." I started rambling some excuse, forgetting the bit about recieving pictures of her semi-clad daughter, but she waved away my excuses.

"Dont worry hun. Did you enjoy last night? Virginia's official verdict: Kate's cool. I think she's quite taken with you." I stammered something back about how lovely I thought she was and then Jen looked straight at me, serious look on her face.

"Could I ask you a big favour?"

"Er... sure. Anything." Though dont ask me to look after your daughter, I thought, that'd be too much of a temptation.

"I gotta go to a convention next week, only one night..." (oh no, please dont ask me that) "...and I was wondering if you could look after Virginia for the night."

I wanted to scream at her 'WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF!?' but I didn't. I said "Sure, no problem."

I got through the day and the following days, constantly checking my emails. As the day of the convention neared I recieved one from Virginia.

"hi can we go to pizza hut when mummy goes away. She said its ok."

"course we can" I sent back, "whatever you want."

"cool" she replied "can I send another photo."

And again, within half an hour, I recieved a picture of my darling. (Yes, I actually referred to this child as my darling. I was walking down a dark path towards a dark goal.) And this photo was of Virginia in the same swimsuit as before but was a full length one and showed a young girl so beautiful, so erotic, so sexy I actually thought of calling Jen to say I couldn't do it, something had cropped up. It was becoming something I felt I couldn't handle. I gazed at this photo and my hand went between my legs, beneath my skirt, into my knickers, and my fingers stroked my soaking cunt, tracing lines around my clit, and I wanted to send a message telling her what I was doing while looking at her picture, that she made my cunt so wet, but she was surely too young to understand. The day of destiny loomed.