My Little Valentine

by Thom

My next-door neighbor called in a bit of a mess the night before last saying that her babysitter had called to tell her she couldn't sit for her Valentine's night because she was sick with the flu. My neighbor is a single mom of a 6-year-old girl, Gabby, who is cute as a button. I've been smitten with her since they moved in three years ago. Gabby's mom Paula had been looking forward to a date with a guy at work who asked her out to dinner.

I'm on my own, between gigs as they say, and had no prospect of a Valentine's date what-so-ever, so I quickly told her that I would watch Gabby for her. Paula said she had another favor to ask—could Gabby stay over at my house for the night and she would pick her up in the morning on their way to day care? She was thinking that she might invite her date in for a night cap if things worked out, and not having Gabby around to potentially interrupt goings on would be great. Paula reported that Gabby hadn't been sleeping well recently and would wake up with the littlest noise in the house and come into her room.

Suddenly looking forward to an evening with the charming and quite lovely 6-year-old Gabby, I eagerly agreed. On my lunch break at work on Valentine's Day, I picked up a card suitable for a little girl and some chocolate hearts. Gabby and I would be each other's Valentine and we would have a sleep over as well.

The evening came and with it the beginning of a terrific nor'easter. Paula brought Gabby over just after I got home from work around 5:30 and ran back home to wait for her date. I had made some veggie soup over the weekend and warmed it up and made some grilled cheese sandwiches and that was our supper. I asked Gabby what she wanted to do after dinner and before bed and she surprised me by saying that she would like to go outside and play in the snow. Several inches had already fallen. She thought we could make a snowman or lie down and make snow angels.

This seemed like a fun idea to me, and we bundled up the best we could and went out to play in the snow. Glancing over at Paula's house, I could see a strange car parked in the driveway and the lights were all off. I guessed she and her date had decided that it might be too risky to drive anywhere and were going to have their Valentine's at Paula's that night.

The snow was wet and heavy. We managed to make a tiny bit of a snowman which we called a snowgirl instead of a man and Gabby put two little boobies on it to make sure you could tell the difference. We made a few snow angels as well but we were shortly beginning to feel cold and very wet. Our clothes were not much protection from the wet snow. I suggested we go in and warm up.

I announced that a warm bath and a fire in the fireplace were in order. Gabby enthusiastically agreed and we both stripped naked in the laundry room at the back of the house and threw our clothes in the dryer to dry. We grabbed hands and I led her into the bathroom. We filled the tub with steamy, hot water and both climbed in, Gabby sitting between my outstretched legs.

I couldn't remember when I had seen a little girl nude before. Maybe I hadn't ever seen a little girl nude since I was a little girl. Her body was beautiful of course and so pure and smooth: little-boy-like chest and nipples at that age, none of the differences in gender that would come several years later, but a striking difference lower down between her gangly legs. Her smooth, puffy mound with its slit tightly closed was a sight to behold.

Gabby was as interested in my slit as I was in hers. She had twisted around in the tub and was kneeling facing me. I shave my pussy bare and Gabby was fascinated about that. She said her mom had hair there and wondered if her mom was weird because she had it. I assured her most woman let it grow or maybe keep it a bit trimmed and that she would certainly have hair in a few years when she started to become a woman.

And grow boobies too like these? she imagined and she reached out and touched one of them and then pulled her hand back as if she had intruded. I quickly assured her that it was quite alright for her to touch me anywhere she liked and that she didn't need to be bashful about it. Gabby reported that her mother had told her that she shouldn't let any one touch her without her permission and that if anyone did touch her and it didn't feel right that she should tell them to stop.

I told Gabby this was very good advice and that I gave her permission to touch me if she wanted to know what some part of me felt like. She immediately returned her hand to my breast and stroked my areole and nipple with her fingers. I wondered if she had ever done that to her mommy, and she said she hadn't and asked me if she could touch my cunny as well. I nodded and Gabby flattened her hand and petted it like you would a small animal. She didn't offer that I should touch her cunny and I didn't ask.

Gabby turned around after our touching episode and leaned back on me in the tub, resting her head on my chest just below my breasts. I put my arms around her middle and held her tightly against me. It felt nice having her there; her bum was up against my pussy with my legs wrapped around her. My pulling her close to me pushed her bum into my sex, and I was tempted to start rocking her to masturbate myself but resisted the urge.

When the water got cold, I suggested we get out and dry off. I told her I had a treat for us, a Valentine treat for my Valentine girl. Gabby asked me what Valentine's Day was all about and I told her what I knew about Cupid and how people who liked and loved one another expressed their feelings for each other on this day in special ways by giving each other cards and sweets and spending time together. She asked me where my Valentine was and I told her that she was my Valentine for now and that I was really happy to be spending the evening with her. Gabby's face lit up with pleasure at this remark and she said she was happy to be spending Valentine's Day with me and that I was her Valentine too.

We dried off and I pulled a couple of bath sheets out of the linen closet and wrapped us both up in the them. Gabby asked about getting dressed and I purposefully evaded the question and led us into the family room where I got busy starting a fire in the fire place. I sat her on the sofa to watch. I told her that sometimes Valentines got naked and cuddled on Valentine's Day and that I would like to do that with her if she would like to do that with me, especially in front of a blazing fire. Gabby thought this was a great idea and said it had been really neat taking a bath with me and being able to touch me and to cuddle with me there.

I got the fire blazing and I grabbed the afghan off the back of the sofa and spread it out over her. I removed my bath sheet and got under the afghan with her and removed her bath sheet so that we were both naked under the throw. I cuddled up to her and she to me. I put my arm around her. It reached down her side and I let my hand rest tucked under her thigh. Her inside hand was on my upper thigh. Gabby placed her outside hand around my middle and held my far breast cupped in her hand. She laid her head on my other breast and gave me a bit of a squeeze. I like being your Valentine she said. I told her I liked being hers too.

The fire was mesmerizing and really warm. We both began to feel like we didn't need the throw over us and we started to push it down off of us until we were sitting on the sofa together naked, but still holding each other. At some point, without my noticing that she had done it, Gabby moved her hand from my breast to her cunny and had began to stroke it. I watched in fascination. Her touching herself was casual, innocent. It didn't seem at all carnal. It wasn't desperate, it was natural.

I let her do it for several minutes while I virtually held my breath so that I didn't break the spell and then I quietly, hoping I was being as casual, without conversation, took my outside hand and began to stroke myself as well. I don't know if Gabby noticed at all that I was jigging myself while she did her. I don't even know if she knew what she was doing to herself or that there might be something out of the ordinary about it.

I didn't start out touching myself to get myself off. I was highly aroused by being naked with this lovely little girl for the last couple of hours and watching her play with herself. But as I sensed that she had built herself up to a climax, I became more aroused and let myself come when she did.

When she was finished she asked about the treat I had promised and I got up and found the chocolate I had bought and a card I had gotten her. Gabby seemed a bit uncomfortable that she didn't have anything for me but I exaggeratedly assured her that the pleasure of the evening was all mine and that I was incredibly grateful that she could spend the evening with me and be my Valentine. We sat on the sofa, naked, in front of the hot fire and shared the chocolate I had bought.

Since it was a school night and we had had a pretty full evening, I suggested we go to bed. Gabby agreed and we went off upstairs. I showed her both of the bedrooms that are spares in my house and I noticed that she hesitated. I didn't hesitate though, even a second before suggesting the other alternative, sleeping with me if she would be more comfortable.

She agreed enthusiastically and so did I. The two of us, sleepy heads by this time, managed our teeth and our pees and I led us into my bedroom and pulled back the covers. What about PJs, Gabby wondered. I told her that I didn't wear any to bed and that I would get hers if she wanted them but that sometimes Valentines slept naked with each other especially on Valentine's Day. She thought this sounded like a neat idea and we climbed into bed.

Gabby cuddled up to me and I to her and she was quickly asleep in my arms. I couldn't help but touch myself again before I went to sleep. I tented the bed covers over her with one of my hands so that I could look at her beautiful, nubile body while I dug into my sex with the other. After several waves of climaxes washed over me, I pulled my little Valentine as close to me as I could and fell off to a deep sleep.