Helping, Part 1

by naomi

Donna, 24, often stayed with Karen, 9, when her mother was away with the office she worked for. Donna was not at all sure if Karen had any early sexual feelings at that young age other than small crushes on friends. This day when Karen came home from school and put her books down and sat depressed on the sofa, her feet under her, the full pleated skirt of the school uniform covering her nicely

"Why the long face?" Donna asked.

"I try to keep in mind what you tell me Donna...and I have about Ellen and how sweet she is as a friend and all but today...well...not sure of things."

"Go on," Donna said listening fully

"Well...I...I was talking with Ellen and I realized I missed a whole bunch of what she said because...Donna...I...I just started watching her lips move and thought about kissing her."

"Well like I've said about girls your age a lot of crushed and kissing isn't so unusual. You need to ask Ellen to sleep over or be here for awhile and suggest practice kissing for boys and see her reaction."

Karen did indeed do that and Ellen flatly did not want to, said kissing a pillow is better to learn and Donna said Karen would have to accept that Ellen just does not have feelings like Karen does.

Karen cold live with that but a couple of weeks later she came home from school and again had that long face.

"Tell me," Donna said.

"Its...it's an African American girl...Tasha...just came into the class...older think not sure but taller for sure and just so dark and now I thought about how she looked and what she might look like...well...naked and things," Karen said, her confusion built into how she told Donna.

"You are experiencing feelings most girls do not until they are maybe 19 and more likely 12 and it is painful Karen. Of course not like with kissing and Ellen you can't just have this girl undress for you."

Karen laughed with Donna's smile.

"But I...I would like not only to see her but show myself to her," Karen said, her words registering to Donna the deeper feelings Karen had.

"How would you show yourself?" Donna asked.

Karen blushed very deeply and hesitated and fidgeted but leaned back into the sofa cushions. She brought her legs up under her and then let her feet kind of grasp the seat cushion and brought her knees to her chin and then let the school skirt simply drop away to show her totally formless thighs and the quiet glow of her white panty.

There was a long moment of silence as Karen saw Donna look at her in the way she wanted Tasha and maybe

Ellen too to look at her and although she knew Donna liked girls it was wonderful that she liked her as a girl.

For Donna she needed the moment to let herself take in what Karen was showing her. It was her first realization that Karen had feelings at age 8 that she hadn't had and most girls don't until later. And to allow Donna to memorize the sheer innocent beauty of Karen's opening under her skirt to her.

"You are a truly beautiful girl Karen, I want you to understand that," Donna said.

Karen's blush of course went deeper still. "I...you...you make me feel very good Donna. I mean I know I have no body and all."

Donna came over and sat next to Karen and the girl saw Donna remove her blouse and brassiere, revealing her young but negligible 32B breasts.

"It isn't your body like you say," Donna said. "I am showing you me and it wouldn't be fair if a woman I liked said I didn't have a body."

Karen's eyes took in Donna's newly revealed small breasts, the aureoles startling in their deep pink and the way the aureoles' threaded texture was so clear while supporting small but very rigidly hard nipples that were that way from Donna's excitement.

"You have very pretty breasts," Karen said and Donna smiled and thanked her and took Karen into the crook of her arm.

"Some day even though small they will be suckled by a baby and meanwhile by girls I feel things for," Donna said and urged Karen enough that the girl understood and so placed her lips gently over Donna's nearer aureole, making it so hard for Donna not to let the swirl of her desire take over.

For Karen the feel of Donna's aureole against her lips was unexpected of course and so wonderful a sensation. She moved her lips over Donna's aureoles and did indeed instinctively take the aureole and nipple between her lips and into the warm moist confines of her mouth where she sucked and licked and bit so very gently. With Donna beside herself with pleasure.

Yes Donna indeed had had no idea of the feelings Karen had and Karen didn't either for that matter. Now there was no doubt. Her 8 year old's mouth was making the sweetest love to her breasts, sweeter than when a woman with intent might do so. And she looked and saw that still Karen';s school skirt lay on the sofa seat cushion although now Donna's memory served her to know what she no longer could see.

Any lingering doubts about Karen's precocious wants were left behind when the girl's fingers found Donna's other breast and felt its softness and fondled the aureole almost in sync with how her mouth was making love to the other one.

Donna put her hand into Karen's hair. "Yes sweet Karen, sweet grown up girl...yes," Donna voiced hoarsely.

Donna then did something exactly right. She let her hand drift to Karen's naked calves which were still held tightly together from when Karen showed herself. With a feathery touch Donna moved her fingers up on the underside of Karen's tightly held stick-like thighs, feeling the warmth, the fine hairs, and feeling Karen shiver even as she continued to make love to Donna's breasts.

It was right because not only did it fill a need Donna had without her going overboard with her own feelings being put ahead of Karen's but also told Karen that indeed her 8 year old body was desired by Donna beyond just looking. And indeed the shiver Karen had reflected a wave of hot rivulets that went through her as she had never before felt.

"I so treasure you Karen and feel so wonderful that you allow me to be your first," Donna said.

Karen looked up from her loving Donna's breasts and smiled sweetly and Donna now moved them so she could take Karen's face and place her mouth softly but with sexual firmness onto Karen's.

For several tender minutes Karen kissed Donna and felt the amazing intimacy of it, how much it made them close, how deeply it went through her as she learned to taste Donna's lips and to feel Donna taste hers, as she learned to keep finding ways to respond to the hunger of their kiss, as she learned the sweetness of tongues searching lips, searching into another's mouth, dancing with another's tongue.

And meanwhile Donna's hand sliding so gently up and down the underside of Karen's still tight thighs, the kiss and the touch of Donna's fingers making the heat in Karen come from two parts of her and so completely engulf her.

Thoughts intruded on Donna. She had been without anyone for some time and was this just her allowing that fact to take over? And my God what would Karen's mother say. And yes she loved Karen but that did not mean this kind of love. And Karen was still only 8.

But it was the way Karen's knees began to separate and one come almost go down to the sofa seat cushion as Donna continued to caress the underside of Karen's thighs...that and indeed that fact of her being only 8 that pushed all other thoughts from Donna's consideration.

Donna now felt along the inside of Karen's still raised thigh, the muscle beneath pounding with Karen's heartbeat. She felt right up to the soft indentation and seemed ready to touch Karen on her panty when she would move to the lowered thigh and caress Karen there.

And Karen's kiss became more insistent, wilder, hungrier as Donna's caresses drove more and more wanting through the girl. Their kiss' intensity led them to kiss all over the other';s face and neck and eyes and ears and then of course return to devouring one another's mouth while Karen's raised knee now collapsed the other way leaving her open as only an 8 year old in the throes of precocious passion could be open.

And Donna teased both Karen and herself by so carefully stroking along the girl's open thighs and yet seeming to avoid or not know of Karen's girlhood waiting inside her little girl panty between those thighs.

Almost without touching Donna finally moved her fingers over the front of Karen's panty, following the curved stitching of the reinforced crotch, onto that crotch to feel the soft press of Karen's virgin hairless girlhood beneath.

For Donna it was the ultimate step into Karen's intimate privacy and Karen's reaction told Donna that Karen wanted it.

For Karen the feel of Donna's fingers on her panty were a dream comes true Shelved Donna but had not thought it possible and now here it was. Sh felt smothered in sweet waves of strong but delightful heat that came from she didn't know where and was allover her, even across her flat belly and her flat chest and into her armpits and surely beneath where Donnas was so lovingly touching her.

Karen had to separate from the kiss she was so involved with to the look into Donna's eyes before again bringing he mouth to the war with Donna's mouth as Karen's panty felt coated by Donna's tender touch.

The sexual depth of their kiss now was met with Karen's movements on the sofa, spasming, her hands flailing if not holding onto Donna's face as they kissed. Her throat gave out mewling deep adult sounds reflecting again the utter abandonment of Karen to her precocious desires.

No Ellen was not anywhere near Karen's thoughts, nor Tasha, only Donna.

Donna spoke in soft whispers into their kiss or into Karen's ear.

"I am so blessed toe be loving you sweet sweet Karen," Donna said. "You are so pretty and that I am allowed to touch you makes me feel faint."

"I confess I so want to go under your panty and feel your sweet wonderful girlhood, your untouched vulva," Donna said as her fingers moved over Karen's panty and high on the inside of Karen's thighs.

The words were another caress from Donna and Karen whimpered, opening her thighs even more to tell Donna yes.

"Tell me it is all right," Donna insisted.

"Take off m panty Donna...I want you to please," Karen managed and then felt Donna move her open thighs together so she could slip the very wet panty from Karen so that it was hanging onto her ankle.

Donna lifted that school skirt now and her eyes filled with tears and happiness and the pleasure of being thoroughly inside the needs of this 8 year old as she saw the totally bald vulva pushing out from Karen's lower belly, saw each lip almost quivering and definitely sweating, saw the geometrically straight dark thick line of her slit getting lost down under where it headed for Karen's rear.

Karen's 8 year old needs were met now by Donna's eyes, her kisses, her touch, her words, the look of love clearly in her eyes and now Karen's loins rose up from the sofa where she swat back as for the first time the warmth of a loving palm, Donna's, cupped over her virgin bald vulva which seemed to rise up into that palm.

Donna cried more at the feel of Karen in her palm and Karen seemed to be trying to find every way to make her vulva a part of Donna, belong to her

Donna was not sure where Karen's complete awakening would lead and there were moments Donna thought Karen might pee and other moments when she was sure the girl reached some sort of orgasm.

In any case fatigue and her complete giving to her feelings brought Karen down and into Donna's arms where Karen fell asleep and donna looked at her face, brushed her hair, and cried some more.

End Part 1