Virginia III

by hornykate

"Kate or Katie?" she asked.

"Sorry? Oh, either. Whichever you prefer." I replied.

We were sitting in Pizza Hut, as planned, and in the same booth. But we'd sat across from each other this time. Not sure why. There seemed to be less of a teasing "game-playing" aspect to things now. The absence of Jen had given this occasion an element of conspiracy, of secrecy. It felt like a tryst.

"'Kate'," I expanded, "is for when I'm grown up and sensible. 'Katie' is for when I feel young, free and like a schoolgirl."

She giggled. I loved when she giggled. I could forget her young age sometimes, but when she giggled she was a 12 year old girl again.

We'd spent the afternoon shopping around the city, taking a cup of tea in Birds, trying on clothes in TK Maxx, and we'd hit it off straight away. I told her she made me feel young again. She laughed and said I made her feel like a young lady. So psychologically at least, we'd closed the age gap somewhat!

But here in Pizza Hut I felt a sense of responsibility. Her mother had asked me to look after her and here was I with a mind full of illicit and erotic thoughts whirling around my head. I felt guilty. I felt like I'd already abused her mother's trust, even though all we'd done was shop and drink tea.

"Are you ok?" she asked. "You've gone funny on me."

I reached across the table and took her little hand in mine. A tremor went through my body. I could almost trace its journey from the nape of my neck, performing a glissando right down my spine and ending in my cunt making me squirm a little.

"I'm fine," I said, "I just wish you were a little older. Or I was a little younger."

"It doesn't bother me," she said with an air of defiance.

"But it bothers me." I replied firmly, and we finished our pizzas in a relative silence. And then I felt guilty about the tone I'd taken with her.

We'd come to the city on the bus (it was wonderful sitting next to her, so close our thighs were touching) and had decided to hang the expense and get a cab back to her home. The arrangement was that I was to stay the night and the spare bedroom had been made up accordingly. So, within 20 minutes, we were walking through her door into an empty house.

An empty house. Me. Virginia. Empty house. My heart was beating, my mind was muddled. 'This is your friends daughter' I kept telling myself.

Virginia had plopped herself down on the sofa in the living room, as though the days shopping had taken all her energy. I'd started to follow her in but stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame, taking in the sight of this little girl. Her white skirt had ridden up slightly and I was afforded the view of her tanned, lithe legs. I'm hugely turned on by a shapely pair of legs but they'd usually be attached to someone above the age of 18.

"Virginia or Ginny?" I asked, repeating her earlier question.

"Virginia when Mummy's about. Ginny in private." She looked straight into my eyes. "My hearts beatin' really fast," she said, "come and feel." Her mother was right, she did act older. But was she biting off more than she could chew? Was I?

I moved over to the sofa and sat down next to her, so close our legs touched. I wished I didn't have my stockings on so I could feel her skin on mine. I placed my hand over her chest. Her heart WAS beating fast. And then I was stroking her small breasts. We were looking directly into each others eyes, like we were trying to hypnotise each other. Though I think we already had. Her lips were slightly apart, and I was aware mine were too. Our breathing was heavy, like we'd been exercising, everything around us was still and quiet. Only we existed.

"Ginny." I whispered.

"Yes?" she whispered back.

"Nothing," I said in a broken voice, "I just wanted to say your name."

And then we were kissing. I'd expected her to be timid, even nervy, but she placed one hand on the back of my head, and pulled me closer, and I felt her tongue enter my mouth. Our tongues joined, hers so small. I cupped her face in my hands and ran my tongue along her perfect teeth.

We hugged, my arms enveloped her body, one hand running down her firm back. Then I felt her hand on my leg, stroking, moving higher til she was touching the naked flesh above my stockings.

"Ginny," I whispered, "this is wrong but I want you so much, its been killing me this last week."

"I want you too Katie." she replied and we kissed again, deeply, passionately. By this time she was lying prone on the sofa and I slid my hand beneath her skirt, and, so gently, ran my finger along her slit through her panties. The cotton fabric was wet, and I felt her cunt lips opening. I felt almost sick with desire, with longing. I pulled the waistband of her knickers down and moved down her body. I needed to look upon this beauty, and there was her perfect slit, so beautiful, a thin wisp of hair was visible, and like an automaton I placed my mouth over her cunt and tasted my darling Ginny and was lost to all other things.