Working Girl, Part 1

by Thom

Chapter One

“Paula, get your bum out of bed. You are going to be late for school,” my mother yelled as she passed by my bedroom door.

As I came to consciousness I remembered what day it was and I became a bit anxious and a bit aroused. I was going to be brave today and confront someone that I thought had the hots for me but hadn't come out and either said so or done anything about it. I know I had the hots for her. The thing that made any of this a problem was that I was twelve and in the 7th grade and she was 29 or 30.

I got up and ran into the bathroom so that I could pee and take a quick shower. I didn't want to be stinky for what could turn out to be my first intimate experience. I've kissed a boy before but nothing serious and never had anyone get into my pants or pet me or anything. My friend Jenny and I sometimes practice French kissing but it doesn't mean anything.

In fact, April (though I call her Ms. Johnson most of the time) had touched me more in various places than any one ever has except my mom. That's why I thought she had the hots for me. Or maybe she just likes to touch people. Or maybe she likes little girls. I had to find out because the last few times we've been together, her touching has sent an electrical charge from her fingers directly to my cunny and I end up wetting my panties with my pussy juices.

I picked out a short cotton dress with buttons down the front, a white tee shirt and some white cotton panties. I don't have any tits to speak of yet so a bra isn't necessary. I finished off my little girl look with some white socks and sneakers. If I was right about Ms. Johnson liking me or maybe liking little girls, I wanted to make it easy for her to come clean. With this outfit, she'd be gushing into her panties if I was right about her and I was hoping I was.

“You've got time for breakfast,” Mom said, “since you got ready so quickly. That's a cute outfit. What's the occasion?”

“Nothing special. I'm working for Ms. Johnson after school today so I thought I wouldn't look too sketchy, you know?”

“Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell you she called to make sure you were coming. She says she has a lot of photos that need to be mounted and really needs your help. She really likes having your help and your company, so she says.”

“Why do you think she isn't married or have someone living with her do you think?”

“Well, she's pretty young yet, probably not out of her twenties,” Mom said, “and besides she has her career which is probably more important right now than a relationship. She's becoming quite the well known photographer of environmental topics.”

“Well, sure, but everyone needs loving you know,” I said which made me squeeze my thighs together. I thought maybe I gushed into my clean panties as well.

”Well, you know what? I think maybe April Johnson likes girls better than boys.”

“You mean girls like me Mom?” and I was certain that I gushed into my panties that time.

“No, I don't mean girls like you. I mean girls her own age. I guess I should call them women. I see girl friends come to visit her but I don't see any boy friends so I'm thinking she likes women instead of men. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“No, Mom, I kind of like the idea of it actually. I think boys are all queer and I like being friends with Ms. Johnson who maybe doesn't like boys anymore than I do.”

“That's funny,” my mother laughed out loud. “I used to think the same way about boys at your age. Girls are way ahead of boys in terms of development so they seem completely useless and stupid to girls your age.”

“Why is that Mom?”

“Why is what?”

“That boys are behind us in development?”

“Well, there isn't any scientific explanation that I know of but I've made one up that helps me understand it. I think it starts with the biological fact that men can make babies for a much longer time than women and that men are always looking for younger and younger women to make babies because younger women make fresher eggs so healthier babies. Women are looking for men that can provide more resources for them and their babies and only older men can do that. So, it only makes sense that women mature earlier so there are fresh eggs and men later so that they can provide more resources.”

“Hmm, too much information Mom. But thanks for trying. What about women who like women or men who like men, for sex anyway?”

“For sex anyway is right. Lots of reason to have an intimate relationship with one's own sex because they know what you like—especially girls. Girls know what girls like way more than boys or men know what girls like. Girls are built very complicated so it takes more knowledge to satisfy girls. Boys just have their dicks which are blunt instruments at best.”

“Did you ever make love to a girl Mom?”

“Oh, this is embarrassing but you are old enough to understand I suppose. Yes I did make love to a girl, one girl anyway. My college roommate and I experimented with sex with one another for the four years we lived together. I can't say it was unpleasant. I might have stayed in that relationship but she and I both met guys, I met your dad, at about the same time that she met a guy and we went our separate ways.”

“What about when you were younger? Did you ever have anyone, like older, come on to you?”

“Hmm, there was a camp counselor this one time when I was like 8 or 9 maybe. She used to have her hands on me a lot. In this day and age she would probably have her name in the paper but at that time that kind of stuff happened all of the time. I didn't let her really touch me any place inappropriate but I used to think about it afterward and sometimes wished I had let her. Not that I think it's right but sometimes you wonder how something might have been. You need to kind of feel your way through these experiences and decide what is best for you at that time. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, you've been a great help. Thanks for talking to me about this stuff. I love you, you know?”

“Yeah, sure I do. I love you too. Have a great day. I won't be home until really late tonight; I have a late meeting and then a board meeting after dinner. I'll eat in town or at my desk. Will April see that you get home safely if it gets dark before you finish work?”

“Yeah Mom, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

Chapter Two

I hardly slept at all and woke up early on the morning that Paula was due to come over and work for me after school. I knew I was going to have to either tell her how I felt about her or tell her that I didn't need her to work any more. I couldn't go on having her around another second, being alone with her, and not be able to kiss her and hold her and have my hands exploring her little body and her hands exploring mine.

As I became a teenager myself, I knew that I liked little girls more than anything else. I used to do a lot of babysitting, mostly for girls and I would love to be with them. Their mothers would trust me to feed them dinner and give them a bath and get them ready for bed, read them stories and make sure they got to sleep. I was sorry that I got too old to babysit.

I used to make sure that my charges had a bath even if their mothers hadn't proscribed one. No matter what age they were, I would be able to help them undress to completely naked and sit with them in the bath room while they washed themselves or if they weren't very old — like under 10 — I would be able to bathe them myself. I would take the bar of soap and lather my hands with it and rub my hands all over their bodies from top to bottom. I would pause a little bit longer over their breasts and over their privates between their legs, scrubbing their pussies and rosebuds particularly well.

Sometimes the girls would whinny like a colt when I would touch them in their special places and then I knew I could probably go further without getting caught. For these girls, I would spend an extra couple of minutes when I dried them off, rubbing the towel over their titties and between their legs. If they were still purring over my touching them, I knew that I could continue with them after I got their pajamas on and I was putting them to bed.

I would first read them their favorite story and maybe a couple more stories until I was certain that they were good and tired. Then, as they were really drowsy and probably ready to fall off to sleep anyway, I would ask them if they had liked it when I touched them on their chest or between their legs. If they said yes, I told them that I would rub them in those places while they fell asleep.

They would often agree enthusiastically to my suggestion. I regularly was able to touch my little charges on their titties and finger them between their legs underneath their nighties while they fell asleep. Of course, I would continue to caress them after they fell asleep, pushing up their tops and pulling down their bottoms so that I could have an uninterrupted view of their nubile bodies. Once they were asleep and exposed like that, I would take off my own clothes, making myself completely nude, and masturbate myself to multiple orgasms as I looked at them and touched them gently so as not to wake them.

When I went to college, I sought out girls my own age to be with. I knew I didn't want to have anything to do with boys or men. I only liked a certain type of girl my age, not surprisingly, girls that looked more like children then college students.

I found a couple of girls like that at college. They were very petite, much shorter and lighter in weight than most college-age girls. They were not very well developed, having little tits and no hips to speak of with skinny long pale legs and arms. Lucky for me, these girls weren't popular with guys at all — who were only looking for tits and ass — so I was able to seduce them readily.

Since college I've been more frustrated in my desire for young girls. I've had a very successful photography career and I began it by doing modeling photography of pre-teen girls. I was thinking that this would be the perfect way to have a lot of young girls around dressed in really skimpy outfits, their underwear really, changing outfits in front of me, and maybe seduce a few of them. I mostly discovered that their stage mothers were also around all of the time — some of THEM I did seduce though — and the young girls were so full of themselves that they didn't have time for me. I was the hired help. I ended up feeling horny all of the time without anyone around to satisfy my needs.

I finally gave up young girl models and went in to environmental photography which I have found a lot more lucrative. Between the prevalent interest in the environment and a presence on the Internet, I have been able to make a decent living for myself. But, sexually, I've been at a total loss as to how to get what I'm looking for. That is, until I moved into this neighborhood last year and seeing my neighbor's daughter Paula. As soon as I saw her — 11 or maybe 12 years old — I knew that I wanted to be with her. It took me a bit to figure out a scheme that might draw her into my web. I was getting so many orders for my pictures that I needed help in fulfilling them. I genuinely needed someone to help me mount pictures and wrap them and put them into envelopes, address and seal them and get them ready for the post.

I decide I would just go to her door and ask her mom if she thought Paula might want to do some work for me. Her mom was very nice and encouraged her to come and see me. So for about a year now, she has been coming once or twice a week to help me out. I've been getting more intimate, physically, with her over the months. I touch her as often as I can, in places that don't seem too provocative. I think that she likes me but I also think that she has become suspicious of my touching and my attention to her. On occasion I've had her come over to work when I haven't really had that much to do. That's why I know I have to declare my intentions or let her go.

When I am with her, I am feeling as good as I've ever felt. Better even than when I babysat little girls and was able to see them naked and touch them. Better even than when I had petite girlfriends in college that I could sleep with and hold close to me. When Paula leaves after working for me, I am at once deeply saddened but so incredibly aroused that I rush to strip naked and grabbing my vibe, maul my sex with it for hours.

And then she was at my door in a little cotton dress, well above her knees, her gangly legs bare underneath it.

Chapter Three

I couldn't concentrate for even a second at school thinking about what I was going to do afterward. My friend Rachael wanted to share some piece of school gossip with me at the end of our last class but I told her I had to go to Ms. Johnson's to work and that I would call her later. I caught the bus home and once there, I didn't even stop at the house to drop off my books and things. When I got to Ms. Johnson's house, I was breathless.

“Paula, you look flushed. Did you run all the way home?” She bent over and let me put my arms around her neck and we pecked each other's cheeks. I held on a second longer than I might have ordinarily. I loved her smell and the feel of her cheek on mine.

“No, I caught the bus but I did run from the bus stop. I didn't want to keep you waiting too long. Mom said you had called and that you had a lot of picture orders.”

“I do but they can wait a bit. How about a snack before we start work?”

“Ah, sure, that would be great. Will you have something too? Don't want to eat alone.”

“OK, I'll join you. I just baked some cookies. I've missed you. How has school been? Other things? Do you have a boy or girlfriend that you are particularly close to? Do kids your age date?”

“I've missed you too,” I said, finally catching my breath and realizing that I had an opening here but wasn't sure how to play it. What I really wanted was her to touch me somehow and I would show her how I felt by responding through touching her back. I couldn't think of how to say what I wanted to say and not sound like a blathering idiot.

I sat down at the bar in her kitchen and she brought over a plate of cookies and then got a couple of glasses of milk and sat down next to me. I could feel her body heat next to me. She was close enough for me to catch her smell again.

“School is fine. Seventh grade is baby stuff. I can't wait to get to high school or to college would be even better. I don't have a boyfriend but some of my friends do. I don't have a girlfriend either — or not like I think you meant it. Though I wouldn't mind, having a girlfriend I mean. I do have friends that are girls.” I had just given her an opening and I wondered if she would say something.

“I wouldn't mind having a girl friend in that way either,” she said surprising me, and reached out and put her arm on my shoulder. “Would you be my girlfriend, Paula?”

Without thinking at all, I turned toward her, put my left hand around her neck and pulled myself into her. “Oh I'd love to be your girl friend, Ms. Johnson.”

“Please call me April, sweetie,” and she brought her head down to mine and planted a kiss on my lips. I returned the kiss and got both of my arms around her neck, nearly falling off of the stool. April grabbed me underneath my bum and pulled me up onto her lap.

“Hey, you can't get away from me that easily,” she laughed as I wiggled onto her lap. “Why don't we get to somewhere more comfortable and talk about what this means. People my age aren't supposed to be declaring their affections for people your age, you know?”

“Sure, I know but I've been dying to tell you that I love you and I wanted us to be really good friends,” I stammered and felt stupid saying that. “I mean more than really good friends.”

“Me too honey. I've been wanting to tell you the same thing for a long time too. But we need to talk about what we're doing so that we're in agreement about what this all means, know what I mean?”

“Right, like I'm not an adult.”

“Yes, and I am but I love you.”

“I love you too April. And being with you makes me all tingly in places I've never felt tingly in before.”

“I get all tingly too but I've felt tingly in those places before and it's really good feeling that way. I can help you enjoy those feelings. But we have some other issues like the law and your parents.”

“Sure, well I'm not going to tell either one about this and if you don't then we'll be fine, right? And what is important is that we love one another, right?”

“Loving one another goes a long way but it doesn't get you all of the way. Not sharing our relationship with others though would be helpful too.”

I tightened my grip around her neck and pulled my body into hers as close as could get and put my mouth back on hers and gave her the best kiss I could muster. I even pushed my tongue out and between her lips because I had heard that grown up people kiss that way. I wanted to show her that I was grown up and that I could be a good girlfriend even though I didn't have a clue as to what that meant.

Chapter Four

OK what now? I thought. My dream has come true. I have this little girl on my lap and I have revealed my desire for her and her for me. I don't want to move because that would mean she would have to get off of my lap and I don't want her to ever be any further away from me than this. But we would be a lot more comfortable on the sofa or in the bedroom. BEDROOM, what am I thinking. Its way too early for bedroom. Didn't we just start this?

“How about we go over on the sofa? I want to stay close like this if you do though. I just think we might be more comfortable over there.”

“Sure, you feel so good to be close to and I love your smell.”

“I like your smell too sweetie. In fact I want to smell every part of your body an inch at a time. You are so delicious.”

Paula jumped off of my lap and, grabbing my hand, led me over to the sofa. I sat down first and she sat down again on my lap and put her arms around my neck. She immediately brought her little lips up to mine and opened mouthed kissed me passionately. I returned her kiss and gushed a ton of liquid into my panties.

“Being girlfriends is a kind of complicated thing,” I said, not quite knowing where to start this conversation.

“I just want to be close to you when we're together and I want you to keep on loving me. I don't need anything very complicated, really. I don't ever want to go home and leave you but I know that we can't get away with that just yet. Can't we just date and get know one another? Won't you show me how girls make one another feel good?”

I wondered if this were another dream I was having about Paula and that I was going to wake up, clutching my crotch, feeling desperately empty and horny.

“I sure would like to dear. I think we need to take this slowly though so that you feel comfortable with where we are headed. At your age, you are very impressionable about things and I don't want to seem like I am imposing on you. You may think this is silly grownup thinking but it's important to my adult self that we take our time with what happens next. That OK with you?”

“I will do whatever you want me to, whenever you want me to. I just know that I want to be with you as much as I can and that I want you to help me with these feelings I'm having that are mostly between my legs but also cause my brain to think about you all of the time and keep me from concentrating on anything at all.”

“Do you touch yourself, you know, masturbate to relieve the feelings, at least for a little while?” I asked.

“I do, yes, but they don't stay away long. I think about being with you and having you touch me. I'll have an orgasm, usually more than one, but I'm imaging that it's better with someone else. Do you think we could touch each other a little bit today? My mom won't be home until late. I don't have to be home for awhile.”

Paula was going faster than I had in mind. I didn't want to believe that I had swept her off her feet and that I was getting her into bed without even a courtship. We kissed again, this time a little more opened mouthed with tongues probing. I let my free right hand drop off of her shoulder and rest on the top of her bare knee. She grabbed my hand with hers and pulled mine up between her legs, putting my hand on top of her sex.

“Please touch me April. I know you can make me feel good.”

Paula pulled the crotch of her panties away from her leg and I slipped my hand underneath. I lightly caressed her smooth mound with my fingers. It felt yummy and I thought about what it would be like to kiss it and probe it with my tongue. I took my middle finger and parted her lips.

She was moist on the inside. I probed her vagina; there was no sign of a hymen that I could feel so I inserted my finger deeply to lubricate it. I let it linger there a second and moved it in and out a few times. Pulling it out, I moved up to the top of her slit and found her sweet spot. It was protruding from its sheath and I gently circled it with my wet finger. Within seconds she was squeezing her thighs together, her body shuddering, as she pressed her lips hard on to mine and purred loudly.

It didn't make any sense to hesitate after that or maybe I wasn't capable of it. I picked Paula up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom and put her down on the bed. She wouldn't take her lips off of mine during the trip. I stood back a bit from the bed and undressed for her. She watched intently rubbing her pussy over her panties, her dress was hiked up to her waist.

When I was naked, I bent over her and first unbuttoned her dress and slid if off of her arms. She rubbed my breasts while I did and did the best she could to get my nipples into her mouth though my movements made it difficult. When I had her dress off, I let a tit linger over her mouth so that she could get a good suck on one of my nipples, elongating it with her lips.

As she was doing that I pulled back so she would have to sit up to keep my tit in her mouth and, grabbing her tee shirt, I pulled it over her head. She had little titty bumps the size of walnuts, consisting entirely of areolas and little nipples that were erect. I rubbed them with the palms of my hands and pinched and pulled on them. I bent over and kissed her hard on the lips and put fingers of each hand into the waist band of her white cotton panties.

Pulling back from our kiss, still standing naked next to the bed, I hesitated just a second so that I could fully appreciate the upcoming moment of pulling down her panties and seeing her little-girl pussy mound for the first time. It was all that I imagined it to be as I slid her panties off of her. She instinctively grabbed her legs just behind her knees and pulled them up to her shoulders, revealing both of her holes and offering them to my desire.

I couldn't wait any longer and went down on her with my mouth. I probed her back hole with my tongue and kissed it passionately. I then licked my way up her little girl slit to the top and sucked her clit out of its cave and devoured it with my tongue and lips. Paula had a roaring orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

I climbed up onto the bed and lay down on my back, pulling her on top of me. We kissed passionately. She continued to kiss me, working her way down the front of my body. She lingered on my tits, sucking on each of them for several minutes and then finding herself at my sex, hesitated for a brief moment.

“Here, let me help you find the spot,” I offered, and pulled my labia apart to give her a clear view and a lesson. I was so aroused by now though that anywhere in the vicinity was going to get me over.

“See the nib protruding at the top?” I said and that's the last clear thought I had for the rest of the night.