A Little Grey Mouse, Part 1

by Nellie of Sweden

My sexual awakening happened when I was 8 years old and it was my 15-year-old cousin Erica who introduced me to the pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. We kept having sex with one another until she died a little over 4 years ago in a tragic car crash. I'm almost 43 now and I live alone. Of course I long to meet a woman or girl to share my life. Hopefully a mother with a little girl (or 2 or 3 for that matter) who shares my lust for preteen girls. Especially those girls between 3 and 11 excite me a lot. The younger they are the easier they are to seduce but on the other hand... The older ones get a lot hornier when you at last get to the point when she lets you touch her privates. The story I want to tell you now is about my first time as the older one in a sexual relationship.

I was about twelve when I realized, or maybe more truthful: admitted to myself, my lust for little girls. My body had started to change and assuming a more woman-like form. My breasts had started to develop and some thin blond hairs grew on the little velvetbun between my legs and in my armpits. By the way... the word "velvetbun" was Erica's nickname for my genital area and it's a word I still like and also use sometimes when I occasionally get lucky and get my hands on some sweet little girl. Cute word, don't you think?

Anyway... I started to fantasize about younger girls, mostly very small ones. Girls that not yet had become schoolgirls! So one day I got a bright idea. I advertised at the mall near my home and in smaller shops that I was a keen babysitter and soon the phone started ringing and people wanted to hire me.

The very first job I got was to babysit little Camilla, a 3-year-old beauty who looked like a little doll. She was the cutest thing ever and I really was anxious to get inside her panties. Camilla was cute as a princess but not a very nice child. She was spoiled rotten and got very angry whenever I didn't let her have her way. She cried and screamed and I almost gave up my babysitting career the first night. But when she got tired she was a little easier to handle. I suggested I would read her a story and she ran away to get her favourite book. Then she sat down in my lap and I started reading. She soon leaned back with her little curly head to my shoulder and I dared to put my hand on her leg. I read to her and slowly moved my hand upwards under her nightgown. She put her pacifier in her mouth and seemed to relax even more. But when my hand reached the upper part of her thigh she suddenly stiffened and yelled very loudly, "NOOO!!!"

I immediately took my hand away but managed to stay calm.

"What? Why did you scream like that?"

"Not touch my pee-pee," she said! "Mummy says to scream 'no' if someone touches my pee-pee."

"But I didn't touch you there," I said. "I only touched your leg."

"Almost," Camilla replied.

"Well sorry... I didn't mean to," I said.

I felt ashamed being caught by a toddler that way and I decided to give up the idea of trying anything with her. And when her mother got back I told her everything and reassured her I didn't mean to come too close to the forbidden area. And luckily enough she believed me.

The next weeks I got only two babysitting jobs but those were for little boys so nothing happened. But some weeks later that year it did!

The year before my family had moved to our own house and I finally had my own room. I also got a new best friend. Our next door neighbour had two daughters and the older one was my age. Her name was Rebecka and we soon became best friends. Her little sister was 5 and carried the name Linnea which in my opinion is one of the prettiest names for girls.

But Linnea herself wasn't very pretty. She was skinny and tall for her age and if I should describe my impression of her in one word the word would be "grey". She had a very plain, almost boyish face and her hair was... well it was sort of grey. Later she grew up to be a lovely lady but as a five year old she was... well plain and grey but had nice manners and a nice personality.

It all started with a tragedy that could have ended much worse but still a tragedy.

One night in the beginning of the summer we woke up from a lot of noises and discovered that the Karlsson's house was on fire. We rushed out of course to see if anyone needed any help. Rebecka and her parents were carried out to the ambulances that waited in the street. Becka's mother was shouting and waving her arms.

"My baby, my baby! Please save my baby! Where is Linnea?"

The firefighters and the policemen just shook their heads and said they hadn't found her and the ambulances drove away with blinking blue warning lights. Then I suddenly saw something. In the very back of the garden stood a little figure. I ran over there as fast as I could and found Linnea. Unharmed physically but crying from fear and shock. I lifted her up and she clinged hard to me. My mother saw us and told me to take her inside our house. Then she told the police that I had found the youngest girl and that she was OK. A paramedic came in and gave her a quick exam and then said she was alright.

Linnea seemed OK now and I asked her if she was tired. She nodded her head and grabbed her little teddy bear so I put her to bed in my room. I told her that her family was going to be OK and luckily enough it turned out I was right. She fell asleep almost at once and I went out to find out if her parents had been told she was OK.

A little while later I climbed down into bed with her and she didn't notice. I couldn't really sleep after everything that had happened so at first I thought I'd watch some TV. But then I suddenly realized I had a little girl in my bed, exactly what I had been dreaming about.

Linnea slept on her back with her thumb in her mouth and the teddy bear in her other hand. I put my hand gently on her left knee. She didn't react at all so I moved it slowly upwards. My heart was pounding so hard that I almost thought she would awake from the sound of it. Linnea kept sleeping like a baby and I was very alert if she should wake up. Holding my breath I cupped my hand gently over her little-girl pussy and my own vagina was soaking wet. Linnea still didn't wake up but she gave up a small moan. Then she sucked her thumb again and kept sleeping. I looked at her face and right then I suddenly saw her special beauty. The grey little mouse was beautiful, at least at that moment.

Gently I stroked upwards with my hand and it slipped inside the top of her pj's. Again I held my breath anxious to notice any sign that she was waking up as I slowly moved my hand down and inside her pj bottoms. Linnea sucked more eagerly on her thumb but kept sleeping as my hand gently caressed her little pussy.

My heart was pounding hard and I decided to stop before she woke up. She had been through enough for one day and I thought that patience might pay off.

So I soon fell asleep and when I woke up the next morning Linnea seemed a little confused.

"Why am I here," she asked. "Did I walk in my sleep again?"

"No," I said. "Don't you remember what happened at your house last night?"

And she did when she had some time to think and she started crying a little.

"Mummy," she sobbed.

I took her in my arms and held her close.

"Don't worry," I whispered. "Mummy's gonna be fine and so is Daddy and Becka! They'll be back home soon. Till then you can stay here with me. Would you like that?"

She nodded her head and hugged her teddy bear. Then she smiled all of a sudden.

"Look," she said. "Teddy is alright too!"

I couldn't help laughing.

"Yeah, Linnea, that's good," I said. "You were a brave girl and rescued Teddy, weren't you!"

She looked at me and smiled. "You're nice," she said. "I like you, Nellie!"

I gently placed a little kiss on the tip of her nose and replied that I liked her too.

"Wanna play the bed game?" she said.

"Dunno... what's the bed game!"

Linnea giggled a little. "It's a secret game only for big girls," she said. "No grown-ups can know about it!"

"OK... who taught you how to play it?"

"Becka... but you mustn't tell her I told you! She says I can't tell anyone or else the police might take us."

I had a hunch what she was talking about and felt happy that Becka seemed to be more like me than I had dared hoping for.

"OK," I said. "Will you teach me?"

"Promise first! You must never tell anyone about it! It's a girl secret."

"I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die, I said making a military salute."

Linnea giggled a little. "First we take our jammies and nightgown off," she said.

YESSSS, I thought. She doesn't even need to be fooled into undressing! She suggests it herself!

"OK," I said with a smile.

Linnea took off her pyjamas very quickly and I crawled out of my nightgown and panties. Linnea looked at my small tits.

"Becka's are bigger but yours are nice too," she said in her childish honest way.

"So are yours," I replied with a smile and Linnea giggled again.

"Silly! I don't have any breasts yet! I'm only five."

"Flat is pretty too," I said. "But let's play now! Show me how to do it!"

"OK... lie on your back and close your eyes," she said. "And then you must pull your legs apart."

I did as she said and tried my best to hide my excitement, afraid that heavy moaning and such would scare my little potential lover. Then I felt Linnea climbing on top of me. She started to move as if she was a boy fucking me. Her little pussy pounding against mine and I put my hands on her tiny little butt and helped her keeping the rhythm.

"Feels good, huh?" Linnea said after a while.

"Yes, it sure does," I said.

Then she wanted to switch places with me and I of course didn't mind that at all. But before humping her I just had to feel her with my hands. Linnea gave out a little scream and laughed out loud when I touched her sweet little girl cunt. Her pussy was very warm and she felt a little moist in her slit. Linnea giggled.

"You're crazy. Nellie," she said. "No one has ever touched me like that!"

"Doesn't Becka?" I asked in a surprised tone.

"No... we just hump each other like I did to you."

I let my index finger stroke along her moist little slit and she shivered when I gently rubbed her little clit.

"OK... what do you think feels the best.. this or the humping?"

"This..."

"Is it even better than when you do it yourself?" I asked.

Linnea looked very embarrassed. "What? I don't....."

"Oh, yes you do! I know! Everybody does it! Me too! Nothing wrong with that..."

I gently pushed a fingertip to her tight little opening but I couldn't insert my finger, she was too tight. So I just kept rubbing and Linnea seemed to love it. And the success gave me the courage to try and take our little game to the next level. I gently kissed her lips and Linnea smiled at me.

"I liked that," she said. "Becka never kisses me."

"Doesn't she? I wonder why..."

"It's because our granddad once spanked us for kissing. And Becka also got spanked for touching herself once. He said that if a girl touches herself or other girls that way God will make her hands fall off!"

"Oh, my God... That's not true," I said. "God doesn't mind when we do things that feel good. Why should he? God wants us to be happy and if touching each other makes you happy it can't be a sin."

She seemed to believe me because she relaxed and smiled at me. And I decided to try if she was willing to take another step.

"Do you know what, Linnea?" I said. "There are a lot of things two girls can do that are even better than this. I can teach you some if you want me to."

She laughed and looked into my eyes.

"Better than this? You make me feel all tingly already. What else is there?"

"Well... for starters I could teach you about lovers kissing! Open your mouth a little."

She did as she was told and I gently stuck my tongue inside her warm little mouth. I remembered my own first French kiss and told her to do as I did, just as Erica did with me 4 years earlier.

"Oh, Jesus," she said when I broke the kiss. "That made my pee-pee tingle even more. I liked that, Nellie."

"So did I, sweetheart," I whispered. "But don't call it pee-pee, please! That's a word for babies. Big girls like you and me have pussies. Or cunts, if you prefer that word."

"That's a dirty word," Linnea said.

"No, it isn't! But some people get upset from hearing it, that's true but I don't know why. With me you can say cunt if you like! I think it's a beautiful word. And I really like your cunt!"

My own cunt was soaking wet and my nipples so hard that they hurt. I leaned in to kiss Linnea again and she willingly accepted my tongue in her mouth again.

"OK, Linnea," I said. "Now it's your turn to close your eyes and spread your legs."

"Yeah, hump me," she said with a happy voice.

And I did just that. Rubbing my pelvis against her soft little pussy for a while and she really seemed to enjoy it. Then I took a break and kissed her again. First on the mouth and then her neck and shoulders. I licked her nipples and Linnea giggled.

"That tickles," she said.

"Bad tickle or nice?"

"Nice! Please do some more!"

I sucked her little pink nipples out and when they both pointed out I continued to kiss her flat tummy, tickling her navel a little with my tongue and Linnea laughed again. I told her again to close her eyes before I continued. She shivered and moaned when she felt my mouth to her soft pussy lips. I stuck my tongue out and let it stroke gently along her slit a few times before I stuck it in between her soft hairless pussy lips. She was moaning loudly when my tongue found her little pink clit and at the same time I made another try at finger fucking her. My little finger pressed gently against her almost totally closed opening and this time the little child pussy sort of opened up a little and received the intruder. I tried to be as gentle as I could and paid thorough attention to Linnea's body's response. She was so tight but little by little she opened up and my finger went deeper and deeper inside her. It felt as if the little cunt was sucking my finger deeper inside. So tight but yet so willing! I could feel her pulse inside, through the tight pussy walls that squeezed my finger. And I loved the feeling.

I licked and sucked and finger fucked her as gently as I could and Linnea was moaning with pleasure.

"God, Nellie," she whispered. "The tickles are coming real soon."

It took a moment before I understood what she meant but I realized she had already experienced orgasms and knew a little more than I did at my first time. She moaned again and suddenly I felt her cumming. I felt it inside her pussy and in her body that stiffened and relaxed again and again. She giggled again.

"Oh, Nellie, you made even better tickles than Becka does when she humps me!"

"Thank you, Linnea," I whispered. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Do I have to kiss you too the same way?" she wondered.

I stroked her hair and smiled at her shaking my head. "No, you don't have to! Only if you want to."

Linnea hesitated a bit and looked a bit unhappy. "But it's only fair that I do the same to you," she said. "But.... it feels kinda gross... and I've never done it..."

"It's OK," I said. "As I said - don't do it unless you want to. I like you all the same!"

She looked at me and was quiet for a little while. "Maybe next time," she said. "You see... I want to... but I don't dare. Not yet, anyway."

I just smiled and kissed her again knowing that sooner or later she would come around and do the same to me as I had done to her.

"Nellie... I'm really hungry! Do you have cereal and milk?"

"Yeah, I'm sure we do," I said with a smile. "Wanna go downstairs and find something to eat?"

We put our nighties back on and went downstairs to the kitchen. My dad was there reading the morning paper.

"Oh, two sweet little ladies," he said with a smile. "Good morning!"

We said good morning to him and I set the table for us and took out the cereal from the cupboard and milk from the fridge. Linnea was a little shy for my dad. Every time he looked at her she blushed and giggled. Then Mum came down too and she came up to me at the table and put her hand on my shoulder.

"You did very good last night, young lady," she said. "So good I'll give you double allowance this week!"

"Oh, thank you Mum," I said. "Can I have it today?"

Mum went to get her purse and gave me the money and I looked at Linnea and smiled.

"Wanna go to the store with me and get some candy?" I asked.

Linnea really did shine like the sun and smiled with all her face.

"Yes, please. I'm gonna trade Becka for you if your parents will take her! Becka never shares any candy with me," she said and Mum and Dad laughed at her.

I was so happy I had found a little lover and suddenly she didn't look grey and plain anymore. Now I looked at her with love and she suddenly was the cutest thing you can imagine. And now I got an idea how I was gonna make her want to give me the same pleasures that she got from me. I'll tell you about that next time!