Virginia IV

by hornykate

It's taken a while, but here's the next part. No sex, but its a kind of build-up chapter. The next part will depend on feedback.

I'd made love to a 12 year old girl. She'd made love to me. We'd spent the night in the same bed. We'd woken up together, our arms around each other. We took a shower together. We had breakfast together. And then we waited for her mother to return.

Jen walked through the door, bright and breezy, about mid-day. She almost caught us mid-kiss but I pulled away with seconds to spare. Nevertheless, I think we both looked a little flushed. With Jen's return I sloped off home, to climb into bed and go through what had happened that night. I was restless, confused, elated, and wet!

The next day I went to work and was rather alarmed to be called into Jen's office half way through the morning. I'd been on edge since coming into work, wondering if Jen suspected i'd been going beyond the call of duty with her daughter. But, no. She smiled as I entered. Phew! She thanked me for taking care of Virginia, and offered to treat me to a bite to eat after work. At Pizza Hut, of course, a place now synonymous with the seduction of a minor. And, hey, Virginia will be there too, wont that be fun, she said. I wasn't sure if fun was the right word, but of course I graciously accepted.

And so, here we were. The three musketeers. Eating pizza, Virginia rubbing her leg against mine, her mother sitting opposite, telling us all about the convention, me turning to jelly inside, trying to pay attention, to be interested.

During our night together Virginia had told me, referring to the first time here, she found the touching beneath the table 'really exciting, doin that right in front of mother'. So I wasn't surprised to feel her hand on my thigh.

I WAS surprised, however, to feel Jen's foot rubbing up and down my lower leg. Things were becoming less clear. As Alice said, curiouser and curiouser.

These strange under-table fumblings were broken off when Virginia declared she had to powder her nose (such a quaint expression for such a young girl) and so excused herself leaving me with her mother and her adventurous foot.

Once alone I leaned over and, with a smile in my voice, asked what she was playing at.

"Nothing dear, i'm just feeling needy!" she replied with a low laugh. We looked into each others eyes, she with head lowered, fringe half covering her eyes. She looked seductive, coy. I felt out of my depth. Hadn't she clearly said she wasn't gay?

Thankfully Virginia returned, which I thought would ease the tension, but instead she added to it by stealthily pushing something into my pocket. I was wearing an outsize beige cardigan and whatever it was, it lay there, undetectable.

My heart was beating, my temple throbbed, my cunt got very, very, wet. This was the strangest situation i'd ever been in. I had an idea of what was in my pocket but it was something I dared not consider. I casually put my hands in my pockets, sitting back as if allowing food to digest. And, yes, I was right. I felt the soft silk and the comparatively rough texture of lace. She'd made a gift of her panties, which meant she was (gulp!) pantieless. But hold on, that wasn't all. As my fingers explored the garment, I felt the wetness in the gusset. I wanted to take them out, put them to my face, inhale, smell, taste. But I didn't. I stayed calm. Until I again felt Jen's foot making a trail up my leg.

On the surface, things seemed normal. Three females eating pizza, chatting. But like a swan swimming, the action was all below the surface. Things felt frantic down there. I was being accosted from two angles, like a classic pincer movement. Virginia's hand was back on my thigh, her mother's foot seemed to have a life of its own. I had to get away, if only to the Ladies.

So I excused myself and hurried to what I hoped would be a sanctuary.

I entered the Ladies and headed straight for a cubicle, closing and locking the door. I took out what I knew to be Virginia's panties. Ah, a pretty pastel lavender colour. So very pretty. I put them to my face and inhaled, savouring the aroma of Virginia's young cunt. Oh, I could've died happily then. I put the toilet seat down, sat myself on it, and with a lack of shame I admired in myself, began to masturbate. I was so wet, my fingers were making that squishy sound as I upped the speed. But I knew I had to get back. I'd leave my orgasm within myself, knowing it would be more explosive when I got back home. It would be worth the wait. I stood up, ran my hands down my body to straighten my clothes, gathered what errant thoughts I had, and walked out of the cubicle. Just as Jen walked through the door!

"Hey, you ok?" she asked. Then she stopped dead, looking at some point near my midrif. I WAS STILL HOLDING THE PANTIES! Shit. I stuffed them quickly in my pocket, but too late. Jen approached me.

"They look familiar," she said, and slid her hand in my pocket, taking out the offending article. And as she held them, our eyes met. I dont know what mine betrayed but hers seemed wild, unfocused. And then she kissed me...