Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. By Dudester (Mf(12), cons, rom 1st) This is a story about a love affair between a middle-aged man and a preteen girl. The story contains consensual sexual activity. If this turns you off, please go away. For the normal readers of this site, it's not your typical: "She came over, teased me, undressed, and we fucked" story. I hope you enjoy it because it was a labor of love dedicated to pedophiles who look but don't touch. The first time I heard of Craig's List, I was led to believe that it was basically a construction site, a place to find contractors and materials. Sometime later, overhearing a conversation at work, I heard a driver talk about how he used Craig's List to find a guy who let him fuck his wife. I was intrigued, so I checked out the site that evening. I was very impressed with the long list of just about everything. I surfed around the site and a light went off in my head. Several years before I had a buddy whose wife was a massage therapist. She was tiny, only 4'10". I loved the feel of her tiny hands when she worked on me. Also, since she gave me massages at home, she did things she couldn't do at work, like sitting on my butt when she worked on my back, or occasionally walking on my back. I insisted on paying her, but she only took a quarter of what she got at work. She did talk me into buying a massage table. It was a huge loss when Phil took a promotion and I lost the best masseuse ever. After Phil and Maria moved, I went on a search for a replacement. Since then, I've been to half a dozen spas and a massage school. After nearly twenty different masseuses, and no real satisfaction I settled on a local place, but I alternated between two masseuses. That changed after I found Craig's List. I placed the following ad: "Wanted: Petite Masseuse to give massages in my home." I then added: "I own my own massage table and I prefer the comfort of home over some massage oasis. I'm tired of busy pushy professionals. I need you to work around my schedule, not yours." I only received two replies, both within the first day of the ad. I called the first contact number. The woman at the other end spoke in very broken English (she was Hispanic) and the questions she asked put me off. When I called the second number, the person at the other end sounded like a young girl. I asked about her experience, and she honestly told me that she had no experience, but that her brother thought she was great at giving massages. She went on that her brother often had an aching back, but she knew the right places to relieve the pain. I wondered if she was worth it, and I asked her what she charged. It was a pittance, like Maria took, so I told her I would give her an "audition", if she could come over in the next two hours. An hour later an older black Trans Am pulled up. A male in his mid twenties was driving. A girl, who looked maybe twelve, got out. She said "Bye" and the driver took off after giving me a look. She ran over. "He'll be back in an hour, is that OK?" I looked at the girl. She stood barely five feet. She had a brown sassy bob haircut. Her face was one of someone with incredible genes. She was a stunning beauty, not pretty, not cute, and just absolutely beautiful with almond-shaped soulful brown eyes, a carved nose, and plump full lips. She had the figure of a tomboy, minutes from hitting puberty. "What's your name?" I asked. "Evelyn, but you can call me Evie." "Let's go inside" I said, not wanting the neighbors to overhear and misinterpret anything. Her eyes were filled with wonder when she saw my living room. I guessed she came from a lower income family. I wondered if I was making a mistake letting a girl, a young girl, in my home. The stories are legion of men easily convicted with little to no evidence. All you need is an accusation, a girl, a reporter with a hunger for ratings, and a DA willing to convict the man in the court of public opinion. I was taking a roll of the dice, but I was going to cling to the fact that my offer was not a sexual one, and not advertised in the adult area of the website. Maybe I could spook her with the ugly truth. "I didn't want to say anything outside" I told her, "but I'm a very hairy man. I have hair all over the place. I know a lot of people consider that disgusting." "It's OK, I don't mind" she said. "Alright" I said after a pause, "I'm going to undress to my underwear now. Do you mind? I don't want to spook you." "Go ahead, I have an older brother. That was him driving the car." Evie sat down on the couch and I undressed, climbing on the table and laying down. Evie got up and started working on my shoulders. After a couple of minutes she impressed me by asking "Is it OK if I climb up and work on your back?" "Go ahead" I said, thinking to myself I had a possible winner. Her little hands were soft and she was gentle. She didn't have the touch of a professional, but she was better than most of the professionals who had worked on me. She worked my shoulders, back, and legs. After I turned over, she massaged my temples and ears before working my chest and the front of my legs. She finished after only forty minutes. I got dressed and paid her. We made a date for Friday (two days hence), then made small talk about where she went to school and the weather before her brother arrived. When she came Friday, she was carrying a tote bag. "I did some research on the net" she told me, "I'm going to try a couple of different things." Her tote bag had a CD player, a few towels, and baby oil. She played soft music during the massage, used the oil, wiped the oil off with her towels, and during the massage she gave my arms and butt attention-something she hadn't done before. When I paid her, she thanked me, and then told me I was really helping her out. "How so?" I asked. She went on to tell me that she lived with her brother and he couldn't afford to give her an allowance. I asked about her parents. She told me she didn't know her dad. "What about your mom?" I asked. She held up her right hand, middle three fingers curled, the pinky and thumb extended to mean her mom drank. "I'm sorry" I told her. "It's OK, my brother's girlfriend lives with us, and she's my best friend." Her brother pulled up. "See ya Tuesday" she said as she darted out the front door. Her third visit was more relaxed than the first two visits. Unlike the first two visits, where she wore jeans and a T-shirt, this time she wore a tank top, shorts, and flip flops. Seeing her little feet for the first time, I told her I liked my back walked on. I got off the table for a long moment while she giggled and walked on my back. She also gave my butt extra attention, slipping her fingers into my waistband, then through my leg holes. Her forearms made circles on my butt and her thumbs worked my butt crack. Friday, on her fourth visit, not only did she walk on my back again, but something happened that changed our relationship. Her fingers were under the waistband of my jockeys when she asked, "Can I take these off? It makes things easier." "But..." "My brother has one too. It's OK, I don't mind." She pulled my shorts off. I was a little nervous. My dick become semi-erect, but I kept myself from getting too excited. She worked around it, leaving me relieved. After she left, I wondered if things were going too far. I wasn't going to see her again for a week (work commitments). I flinched every time the phone rang, and I feared a knock at the door. She sensed my nervousness when she came over for her fifth visit. I left my jockeys on when I climbed on the table. Her fingers were under the waistband again. "I don't mind if you're naked" she told me. "I didn't tell anyone, and I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're nervous about. I won't get you in trouble, I promise." "OK," I said as I surrendered, lifting my hips. She tugged my jockeys off. Later, when I was on my back, she climbed up, straddling my hips as she worked my chest. Then, scooting down, she worked my legs. Like the last massage, she just worked around my dick. On her next visit, I went ahead and stripped all the way down. When I was on my back, she straddled me again. She had scooted down. My eyes were closed and I was relaxing when I felt one of her fingers poke my dick. "Can I touch your penis?" she asked. I looked up, "touch?" I asked. "Give you a happy ending." "A what?" I asked, bewildered. She shook her hand as if to give a hand job. "You know how to do that?" "My brother's girlfriend taught me. I'd like to try." I thought for a moment, realizing we had already crossed the line. She had seen me naked, more than once. I had let her in my home. It didn't matter, that so far, she had initiated everything. Does it matter if you get twenty years, or two hundred? "Go ahead" I consented, laying my head back. She squirted some oil on her right hand, and then loosely gripped my dick, lubricating it. Then she started jerking up and down. She clearly didn't know what she was doing, but it wasn't unpleasant. With my eyes closed, I imagined she was naked. Several minutes later, I was spewing all over the place. Evie squeaked, caught by surprise by my orgasm. A little caught on the bottom of her chin. The rest landed on my arms, chest, stomach, and of course on my balls and her hand. She pretended not to be disgusted. She sat back for a moment, trying to consider what to do next. Then she decided to try to wipe off the mess with a towel, then decided it would work better wet. She ran into the kitchen, washing her hands and chin, and then coming over with a moist towel, cleaning me off. A horn honked outside. "My brother" she said, quickly gathering her stuff and running outside. I wondered if this was going to be the last I saw of her, or if she would suggest changes to what we did. The phone call she gave me the next day did surprise me with her request. "When I come over Friday", she began, I was wondering if I could come over early and hang out. My brother has a baseball game to go to, so could I come over at four-thirty, and my brother will pick me up at nine or nine-thirty." I thought for a moment and countered with an offer to pick her up after I left work, and go from there. She gave me directions to her place. Friday, I picked her up at four. She lived in the crappiest apartment building in a nice area. I was feeling patronly, so I took her to a Steak and Ale. Once there I told the truth that I rarely went into public places with someone, so going with her was a treat. "I wasn't going to pry" she said, "but why aren't you married, or have a girlfriend?" It became time for true confessions. I told her about the two failed romances in my life, a subsequent betrayal, and then the decision to become a confirmed bachelor. The honesty opened her up. She told me about her mother and her many boyfriends and that the mother became an alcoholic a couple of years earlier. Her brother Ben had bailed then, took a couple of jobs, met Jeniffer, and then took in Evie. Jen moved in soon after. Ben worked as a mechanic, dropping the second job at Wal-Mart. Jen worked as a stripper to finance college, but had been a great friend to Evie, giving her money and buying her clothes. It was Jen's computer that Evie used to find me. After dinner, we went to my place. When it came time for the "happy ending", Evie told me she wanted to avoid the mess of the last time and wanted me to show her how to give a blowjob. It took about a half hour, but we got there. She swallowed without any trouble. "Was it nasty?" I asked. "Not as bad as I thought it would be." I got dressed and paid her, giving her a raise. I had been paying her twenty per session, but doubled it to forty telling her the truth - that she had earned it through studying massage, and she had gotten better, taking the initiative to add the "happy ending". "I'd kiss you" she told me, "but I have yuck in my mouth." I pointed her to my bathroom. When she returned moments later, she was astounded. I have a super-large bathroom built around a large Jacuzzi. The pedophile in me ordered me to use the Jacuzzi as a lure to get her clothes off. Reason overruled mister horny with the fact that Evie is a vulnerable girl. Mister horny then reminded reason that Evie had already pleasured me, twice - which was enough to get me locked up for at least twenty years. I changed the subject and had her pick from my DVD collection. We watched Armageddon. It was a new experience for me watching the movie with someone so young. She cried at the end of the movie. I extended my arm. She hugged me and sobbed for a while. Finally, I asked if she was alright. "Yes", she whispered, wiping the last tear away. We shared a look of trust. Our relationship had gone beyond that of employer/employee. I had developed feelings for her. There was a long pregnant moment while I wrestled with finding the right thing to say. The silence was broken by the honk of a horn. "Ben," Evie pointed out. "Evie," I got out, "I really enjoyed my time with you tonight. If you want to hang out again, especially on a weekend, give me a call." Evie gave me a hug and a quick peck on the lips. We shared a quick look and she dashed out the door. Twenty minutes later the phone rang, it was Evie. "Harold" she asked, "Want to hang out tomorrow?" "Sure" I told her, hiding that I was mentally turning somersaults. "Pick me up at ten?" "See ya then." "Harold?" "I know, see you in the morning, OK?" "OK, bye." "Bye." The next morning, when I went to pick her up I received - I guess, an expected confrontation. Evie lives in a small two-story walk up with four units. When I picked her up on Friday, she had been waiting outside, so I didn't find out which unit she lives in. I pulled into the small parking lot, and stood outside my car. A short dark-haired beauty, I judged to be 18 or 19, came out of a ground floor unit. She walked up to me with her arms crossed in a hostile body language gesture. She quickly extended her hand, shaking mine, and then putting it right back. "I'm Jeniffer" she spit out. "Harold" "Listen, Evie is a sweet kid. I'm very attached to her and her brother. They've been through a lot the past few years. I wasn't here when she went to see you the first time, but she told me about it. She tells me everything. At first, I had my doubts, but her behavior changed for the better after taking the job. Her grades have even picked up at school. I don't know what you've done, or if you just brought something out already in her. That's why I let it go on this long, but I think she's developed feelings for you. I don't want to see her get hurt. If you're here because you're chasing some young pussy, I think you should just walk away now, before anyone gets hurt." She looked me in the eye, expecting to weigh whatever response I gave. "No," I told her, "I'm here this morning because I do have feelings for her. This wasn't what I was expecting from the beginning, but she's grown on me. She told me about how close the three of you are and I don't want to break the three of you up, or pull her away from her family. I do want to spend more time with her. She makes me feel like I haven't felt for a long time." "OK" she said with a nod, "then we've got to make this relationship work, therefore, I'm laying down some ground rules. First, don't break up with her. If the relationship ends, let her break up with you. If you use her and discard her, I'll burn you. Second, do not take naked pictures of her. I don't want her to have to identify her picture in court. She deserves better than that. Third, if you get her pregnant, I expect you to pay all medical bills. I also expect you to pay to raise her child. Don't put your dick in her unless you think about that. She's too young to be on the pill. I'll reconsider the pill for her after she turns thirteen, but that won't be for months. Lastly, do not do any kinky stuff with her. Do not tie her up, hit her, do anything in public with her, or share her with someone else. Are we agreed?" "Absolutely." Jeniffer stood there for a moment, looking me over, and then going back to the apartment. A moment after that, Evie ran out and into my arms. She gave me a quick hug. I noticed she was carrying two bags, a large black canvas bag, and a small black purse. She put the canvas bag in the back seat, and climbed in on the passenger side. "Are we going to your place, or somewhere else?" she asked. "Somewhere else" I replied as I put the car in gear. My city has some nice museums. I took her to the Science museum. We kind of rushed through most of the sections, but we oohed and ahhed in the gem section. Then we took in an Imax show. We went to a nice restaurant afterwards. After eating, we went to a swanky shopping mall to do some window shopping. Finally, we went to my place. I grew curious about her canvas bag when she carried it in, but I wasn't going to pry. My question to her had been about hanging out and I wondered if she had overnight supplies. I wasn't opposed to the idea of her spending the night, but Jeniffer might oppose the idea. We decided to watch a movie together. "Help me pick something out, I don't want to cry again." she asked. I picked out a Don Knotts comedy from the 1960's. We laughed and giggled through the movie. She snuggled against me the whole time. It was a good feeling. We were a little hungry, having dined well earlier in the day. I whipped up a quick dinner of fried chicken sandwiches, chips, and sodas. As we were finishing, I asked the question of what she had planned for what she wanted to do when she got older. "I want to go to college, but I guess I'll have to dance like Jeniffer to pay for it." She was quiet for several seconds, and then asked, "Want to see my strip show? Jeniffer taught me." I was floored. A twelve-year-old girl wanted to give me a private strip show. My throat closed up and became dry. I felt my heart throb against my chest wall. My stomach started flip flopping. Before I could say anything she said, "Wait here, I'll be back in a few." She took her canvas bag and ran into my bathroom. She came back several minutes later wearing only a black lacy top and black thong. She turned my chair around so that my lap was exposed. She clicked on the radio above my kitchen sink. As Van Halen's "Drop Dead Legs" played, she began a bump and grind. She toyed with her top, teasingly raising the hem, then playing with some ribbons that held the top closed. One by one, the three ribbons became untied. She flashed her flat chest at me several times, displaying two dime-sized pink nipples. Then the top came off as she draped it around my neck. With her hands on my shoulders she wiggled her hips, looking into my eyes and smiling at what she saw. Then she turned to show me her perfectly firm, tiny little bottom. She pushed the waistband down below her butt, then wiggled it a couple of times before she turned to face me again. Placing her thumbs in her waistband, she slid it down to show me a bare pubic mound. Wiggling, she turned her right side to me, and then slid her thong off in one calculated sexy movement. Stepping out of the thong, she lifted it, and then dropped it on the floor as she turned to show me her now completely naked body. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she leaned in placing her nipples in front of my face. "If I had hooters, I'd shake them for you" she giggled. She eased into my lap, spreading her legs, placing two very plump pussy lips against my now rock hard dick. Gripping my neck, she started working her pussy against my dick. "Your thing is hard" she pointed out with a smile. She backed off my lap, going to her knees and placing her left palm against my dick. Rubbing it, she asked, "Want a happy ending?" "Actually, I want to give you a happy ending." "Me?" "Do you want one?" Her eyes danced with curiosity and bewilderment. "OK" she consented. I stood up, taking her hand and pulling her gently to her feet. Still holding her hand, I led her to my bedroom. She sat on the bed. "Slide back" I told her as I took my shirt off. She scooted back. I had her lie down and spread her legs as I finished undressing. Going between her legs, I placed my mouth on her cooter, working her lips with my tongue. I heard her deeply inhale. I continued tonguing her pussy, then finding her clit as she squeaked. I made circles around her clit hearing her moaning, then beginning to tense. I placed my right hand against her pussy. With my right middle finger, I found her little opening, and then sank my finger in. Evie softly wailed, raising her hips. I started working my finger back and forth. Her breathing grew faster. Suddenly she screamed, experiencing her first orgasm. She reached down, pushing my hand out of her. "Wait, wait" she panted, as she softly placed her hand on her clit. A moment later, she lifted her hand. "Do it again" she said. I went back to work on her pussy. Working her clit with my tongue, and her little love hole with my finger, I had her panting again in a minute. That's when I slid above her and placed my dick at her opening. She lifted her hips to give me better access. I got the head in as she gasped and squeaked. I waited a moment for her body to get used to my member, and then I eased a little more in her. She tensed and I saw her wince. Even though I was only a quarter of the way in, it was enough for me. I began slowly humping her. She caressed my arms with her hands. Our lovemaking was gentle. After a few minutes, she changed her motion to take more of me in her. Halfway in now, I adjusted and sped up my humping. She was panting again, and I felt my own orgasm rising. I could tell she was near, but my cum was on an express run, shooting out of me and filling her tiny little hole. My dick popped out of her and I collapsed next to her. She looked me in the eye and we shared a long meaningful kiss. I pulled her on top of me and we kissed for a good while. My dick had risen up and her hip was rubbing against it. "You're hard again, and...I'm sore," she moaned. "It's alright" I told her. "Want me to finish it with my hand?" "No, I got a better idea. Want to jump in my Jacuzzi?" She jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I walked in behind her. She was struggling with the cover. I showed her how to lift the lid. We climbed in the Jacuzzi and snuggled. I turned on the jets and made out some more. During our make-out session, she reached down and placed my dick at her entrance. I pushed against her. "Not too much" she whispered, "just a little." I was one quarter of the way in and we slowly humped. My hands were on her shoulders and my forearms against her back. Locked at the lips, she had her feet against the side of the tub to control the humping. I felt my cum rising and I shot into her again. She screamed, and then held me in a bear hug. We let our breathing ease, then a little weak kneed, we got out of the Jacuzzi. We dried off, and then at my urging, we got dressed. Returning to my living room, we snuggled on the couch. "I know you're going to tell Jeniffer about tonight" I told Evie, "she's going to be unhappy that I didn't use a condom. Sex has its consequences, and I'm ready to plan for the future." ********************************************************************** Monday morning, I hired a lawyer. Six months later, Ben became Evie's legal guardian. Three months later, and one state away, I married Evie. It was a double ceremony as Ben married Jeniffer. I sprang for everything, except Jeniffer's dress. A JP performed the ceremony. The ceremony was beautiful and the reception was a blowout. A handful of Evie and Ben's family attended. An open-minded sister of mine showed up. A carload of Evie's friends talked an older cousin into driving them to the wedding. An expensive Def Leppard tribute band performed at the reception. Evie and her friends were a hoot dancing to songs like "Pour Some Sugar on Me" and "Pyromania". At the rehearsal dinner, Jeniffer told me, "When I met you at the apartment, I thought you were a molester just trying to take advantage of Evie, but now I know..." she started to sob, "you've been so good to us." She held me in a bear hug and kissed me on the cheek. Evie is going to be the only seventh grader to be wearing a wedding ring at her school. I know some challenges await us. She isn't pregnant and we hope to hold off on that. She still gives me a massage twice a week, but our happy ending is a little different then how she started out.