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 Past Love; Part 1
Tags: M/g-no sex, dream, pedo, scifi, fantasy, g-solo, piss
It had been 3 years since I had lost my loving wife, Helena, to a
hit-and-run driver, on a stormy fall night.  I had survived the accident,
breaking my left shoulder, and sustaining injuries elsewhere, but Helena
had died before the ambulance could arrive, and my heart died the same

moment.



   Getting my life back together hadn't been easy--sure insurance gave me a
cushion financially, and I was well off with an inheritance from my late
Great Uncle and Aunt who'd passed a few years before the horrible
accident--but trying to cope with the loss took it's toll daily.

   Since my social life had never really been much, before and after
Helena's death, I'd never really had many friends.  Well, I'd had some from
school, years and years out of communication with most every single one of
them, but Facebook and other outlets allowed me to re-establish a life, of
sorts, even if it was simply online.



   After talking to one of my friends, Chris, I'd decided to catch up with
him and his wife(who I'd seen pics of online, and couldn't help myself but
stare at the skimpy outfits his wife often wore).  Seeing the images made
me realize that since my wife's death, I hadn't dated, nor had I even
really thought of sex.  Hell, I hadn't even jacked off to porn in well over
a year, as I'd gotten into work writing, or attempting to write my own
science fiction novel, which had some early success online.



   Meeting up, I gave Chris a handshake, and "guy hug" as we met outside
the local Mall.  He introduced his wife, her name was Keely.  She gave me a
friendly hug, and I noticed Chris didn't even notice that his wife was
squeezing my ass casually.

   Looking around the mall, Keely went off and shopped, while Chris and I
had a quick bite at the food court.  He talked about how Keely and he had
met years ago, and got into some story about whatever he was yammering on
about--

   It was then that something caught my eye....

   I saw a worn out Mom, and 3 kids---2 boys, both teenaged and of the
"smart phone/dumb kid" generation---the girl, looking to be around 6 or so,
and clearly hungry--walking past the table where Chris and I sat.



   "You okay man?" Chris asked me.

   I paused, returning to reality, and nodded.  "Yep...just noticing how
sad the next generation of world leaders is gonna be..." I chuckled, noting
the teenage population of the mall, who were all for the most part
face-deep in smart phones, ear buds, MP3's and "Selfies".

   "Yeah...we're screwed..." Chris laughed.

   I smiled, then gazed back and saw that the girl was being held by her
mom, and greedily sucking down on a soda.

   The girl, light brown curls, soft green eyes, and a few freckles
visible, looked directly at me, and I felt something in the back of my
mind--giving me a bit of a chill down my spine, causing me to shiver.

   "You cold?" Chris asked.

   I nodded, "I'm fine..." I began, but saw Keely coming towards us, and
Chris stood up, and must've known what his wife was thinking.

   "Hey babe...you ready?" Keely asked Chris.

   "Yep...hey, sorry man, gotta head home..." Chris smiled, grabbing his
wife, kissing her without any modesty, and basically alluded to what was on
both of their minds'.

   "NO prob..." I half-smiled, then waved them off and remained sitting.

   "Jenny....!" I heard a woman's voice exclaim as I suddenly felt a small
hand grabbing my wrist.

   Looking down I saw the little girl, Jenny, looking back up at me with
those soft, yet deep, green eyes.  She smiled at me, and I smiled back. 
"Hello..."

   Jenny remained silent, and I saw her mom rushing over and picked the
girl up.  "I'm so sorry..." the mom began to apologize.

   "It's not a problem..." I began, somehow unable to take my eyes off the
little girl.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and as she was carried
back to where she'd been sitting with her mom and brothers, I kept staring
at her.

   About half an hour later, as I did a little shopping at one of the few
clothing stores that sold actual GUY apparel, I was carrying a few pairs of
jeans I was wanting to try on and as I walked through the store towards the
fitting rooms, I waved to the attendant and she handed me an "Occupied" tag
to hang on the doorknob of which ever room I chose.

   Finding one, I believed empty, I turned the doorknob, and to my initial
surprise, I saw the same mother, and her little Jenny, in the fitting room.
I only had about a minute to see what I saw--Jenny, naked--completely
naked. Her mom was holding a little single-piece swimsuit, which she was
trying to get off the hanger to then dress her little, naked girl in.

   The mom didn't seem to notice anyone was standing in the doorway, until
she turned around, and before she could make eye contact with me, I turned,
shut the door, and made my best attempt to act like I hadn't just seen her
little girl naked.

   "Sorry...I didn't know it was full..." I began.

   "Ohh...it's okay, I forgot to put the sign on the door, and lock it."
the mom apologized back, completely unaware of what I'd seen, and then
reached out and did what she'd forgot to do earlier.

   I shook off the sight I'd just seen, but as I entered an actual empty
fitting room, I sat down and could spot the tent in my jeans.  My cock was
as hard as a rock, and the only thing in my head at that moment was the
vision...the wonder...that was Jenny, a little 6 or 7 year old girl, with
light brown curls, green eyes, and a smooth, little......BODY!!

   Gathering my reason and jumping back into reality, I waited a few
minutes until my erection calmed down, and then proceeded to try on the 2
pairs of jeans....

   (FFWD)

   As I headed back to my place, taking the bus as I usually did when I
went to the mall, I was sitting in a seat near the door when it stopped.  I
heard a voice that I immediately thought I recognized, and as soon as I saw
the little light brown curls, I felt something tingle.

   Not just in my pants, mind you, but something else.

   Jenny, the little girl who'd just come back into my sights for the 3rd
time in the last couple hours, was sitting across from me on the other side
of the bus.  Her mom sat next to her, and I noticed that her two sons
weren't with them.

   I smiled at Jenny, who smiled back.

   "Hey, sorry about earlier..." her mom began.

   "It's okay..." I began, "...she's got quite a grip." I chuckled,
referring the to the food court.

   "Oh...no, about the dressing room.  I had to find her a new swim
suit...we just moved to the neighborhood, and we left most of our old
stuff..." the mom began, then stopped as she had a momentary thought.

   "You just moved here?" I asked.

   The mom nodded, then noticed Jenny still looking at me, and smiled. 
"You wanna say HI, Jenny?"

   Jenny nodded, "Hi..." she smiled, a bit of a gapped smile, as she still
had most of her little baby teeth, and one of her front teeth was missing.
She then stood up and walked over to sit next to me.  She, surprising both
me and her mom, grabbed my hand with hers, and placed it to her own face.

   SUDDENLY I felt something, saw something...or whatever sensation it
could best be described as.

   I could see Helena.

   My wife.

   Her green eyes.

   Her light brown hair.

   I snapped back to reality, literally having no idea what had just
happened.

   Jenny let my hand down, then continued to look at me, somehow I sensed
she must have felt something like I'd just felt.

   "Jenny?" Her mom asked, as she stood up and sat next to her daughter.

   "Mommy..." Jenny said as her Mom got her attention.

   "What happened?" Her mom asked me.

   The bus suddenly stopped, and I recognized I was at my stop, #41.

   "I...I don't know.  This is my stop..." I began, trying to gather up my
shopping bag, and my thoughts as well as to how to put what had just
occured into words that would make some sense.

   As I stood up, and prepared to exit the bus, I felt Jenny's small hand
grabbing my wrist again, and I turned to see her looking right at me. 
Something was telling me to grab onto her and never let her out of my
sight. Something I still couldn't quite put into words.

   "Jenny...!?" Her mom asked as she tried to pull Jenny's hand off of my
wrist.

   "Mommy...!" Jenny began to throw a mini-fit.

   A few other bus passengers, and the driver, all watched Jenny's
reaction, and I'm sure several thoughts and opinions were playing in their
heads.

   Jenny's mom looked around, as did I, and we both tried to play it
casually as we all exited the bus together.



   Once off the bus, Jenny's hand still on my wrist, her mom looked at her,
then me.

   "What is going on?  Why is she holding onto you...?" Her Mom asked.

   "Look...I have no idea..." I began, trying my best to explain.

   "What's your name...?  Are you some kind of weirdo...?" her Mom asked,
clearly upset, confused, and scared.

   "Nate." I replied.

   "Well, I'm Rachel." Jenny's Mom, Rachel, said back.

   "Mommy...I don't wanna go back home..." Jenny finally spoke again, this
time with absolute clarity and resound in her little voice.

   "What do you mean Jenny?" Rachel asked.

   "Nate.  Can I go with you?" Jenny asked me this time.

   "Jenny?" Rachel asked, wondering why her daughter would want to go home
with me, a grown man, and relative stranger that she'd met only a few hours
earlier.

   "MOMMY...!" Jenny screamed.

   "Shh...shhh...." Rachel began, kneeling in front of her daughter, and
trying to calm her down.  She looked up at me, with an uneasy smile, and
shook her head.

   "I live a block that way..." I pointed in the direction of my house.

   "I...I don't know what to do..." Rachel tried to piece things together
herself.

   "I gots ta' peeeee!" Jenny finally exclaimed, doing a Potty Dance.

   Rachel sighed, "...okay, okay...we'll just use his bathroom..." she
submitted.

   Unlocking my front door, I pointed down the hall towards my bathroom,
and Jenny and Rachel rushed in.  I heard the door shut, but Rachel was
still in the hall.

   "She likes to do it herself..." Rachel lightly chuckled at her
daughter's independence.

   "You thirsty?" I asked, chuckling back, then trying to be the best host
I could be.

   "Sure." she nodded.

   I opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and walked over to
hand it to Rachel.  "I'm..." I started.

   "NO, look....I'm sorry for jumping the gun earlier.  The whole thing
that happened on the bus freaked me out.  Jenny's usually shy and quiet
around....well...anyone." Rachel tried to clarify.

   I could tell Rachel looked worn out, figuring things in my head, I
watched as she walked over and sat on the sofa.  I walked over and was
about to say something, but saw her eyes were drooping.

   "You can take a rest in my room if you want..." I offered, getting her
to shake herself awake.

   "No...I couldn't impose anymore.  I should get back home soon...Jenny's
bed time is in a couple hours..." she explained.

   "It's no problem...I can borrow my neighbor's truck and give you a
ride..." I began.

   Rachel, who I could tell, was worn out, and could no longer keep herself
awake, stood up and nearly toppled as she did so.  "Wh...whoa...okay, I'm
just really tired....been doing so much the last few weeks..."



   Helping Rachel to my room, I helped her sit on my bed and she smiled as
she started to get undressed, then stopped, realizing she wasn't in her own
bedroom.  She saw me standing a few feet away, and trying not to laugh or
stare.

   "Sorry...I'll let you get some rest..." I shrugged, leaving her to rest,
as I partly shut the door and heard Jenny whispering my name from the
bathroom.

   "Naaaate...."

   I, a little hesitant, opened the bathroom door and saw Jenny still
sitting on the toilet.  Her little shorts and little light blue panties
around her ankles as her feet dangled up off the floor.  I couldn't help
but stare at the little slit between her legs, finding myself awestruck by
just how amazing and beautiful it looked to me.

   "Jenny...?" I softly asked.

   "I felt it.  Did you too?" she asked me back.

   "Felt what?" I replied.

   "Did you see my Daddy when you touched my face?" she asked me,
curiously.

   "Your dad...?" I asked back.

   She stood up, letting her shorts and little panties drop to the floor.

   "I saw my daddy...then I felt like he wanted me to be with you..." she
replied.

   I paused, then thought about how I myself had seen Helena at the moment
that Jenny had apparently envisioned her late father.  "I...I saw my
wife..."

   "Is your wife in Heaven too?" she asked.

   I nodded, then saw a tear in her eyes, which told me her dad was gone as
well.  I bent down and held her in my arms, comforting her, Jenny, a little
girl who I felt a deep and true connection with.  "Yes....she's been there
for 3 years..."

   "3...3 years?  Tha...that's how long my daddy's been gone too..." she
realized, adding a further connection shared between us.

   I held in my own tears, wanting to be as strong and brave as I held the
crying, half-naked girl in my arms as she cried her own tears.  I felt my
way down towards her little bare ass, and felt the warmth of her little
cheeks.

   ANOTHER sudden rush hit me, and I saw Helena.

   She was smiling at me.

   It was a memory I remembered from over 3 years earlier.

   "Nathan...take Jenny...I have sent her to you..." I heard Helena's voice
tell me.

   Flashing back to reality, I saw myself looking directly into Jenny's
green eyes, which sparkled just like I remember My Helena's eyes doing so
many times in the happy life we'd had so long ago.

   "My Daddy.....he said something to me...." Jenny spoke first.

   "So did my wife..." I nodded.

   Neither of us said anything else, for we both knew it.

   Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, and helping Jenny re-dress, I
carried her out of the bathroom and to my bedroom, where Rachel looked like
she'd woken a little.  I saw her eyes looking towards Jenny as we entered.

   "Jenn...Jenny, are you okay?" Rachel asked her daughter as Jenny sat
next to her on the bed.

   "Mommy..." Jenny paused, not sure where to begin.

   "What is it baby?" Rachel asked.

   "Can we live here?" Jenny, almost abruptly, asked.

   Rachel did a double take, "...Jenny?"

   Both girls looked up at me.

   "Mommy...remember when daddy died...?" Jenny asked, bringing up a
painful memory for them both, as I saw Rachel briefly lower her head
somberly.  "Nate....he lost his wife too...." she added, making Rachel look
up at me, and I could tell she and I connected instantly on both of us
losing the one they'd loved.

   "I...I am SO sorry....I didn't know..." Rachel tried to apologize.  She
looked at her daughter, and I could tell she had a slight change of heart,
as she simply nodded, coming to a decision on the present matter.

   "We....can?" Jenny asked, a wide smile now on her face.

   Rachel looked back up at me.  "IF it's okay with Nate..."

   I looked directly at Jenny, this little girl who was suddenly in my
life....and in other ways, beyond my understanding.  She and I, connected,
sent to each other, meant to be together....

   Hours later, after making us a light dinner, as I let Rachel continue to
rest in my bedroom, I sat on my small sofa while Jenny sat on the floor, on
a blanket, coloring on some paper, and with some crayons I happened to
have. She looked up at me, from watching the cartoons on the screen, and
smiled.

   "Nate...I'm tired..." she began to say, but stopped mid-yawn.

   I looked at the clock, seeing it was nearly 9 pm.  I glanced back, and
felt Jenny hop up on the sofa and instinctively snuggle next to me, resting
her head on my leg, and pulling the blanket over herself.  I gently stroked
her hair out of her face, and saw her eyes looking up at me.  "Past your
bedtime...?" I asked.

   "Can I sleep here...?" she asked back, implying she didn't want to go
sleep in the bed with her mom.

   I nodded.  "Of course..." I smiled, then watched as she shut her little
eyes, and I could tell she fell asleep a few minutes later.

   Finding myself in a dream, I could see Helena and I, lying in bed, some
memory from years ago...

   She kissed me softly on the lips, and I held her in my arms, looking
down and seeing her perfect B-cup tits, her smooth body, and the upper
cleft of her shaved pussy...

   "Nate..." I heard her whisper in my ear.

   "Hmmm...?" I asked.

   "Make love to..." Helena began to whisper.

   "....You?  God yes..." I interrupted, then laid her down, held my hard
cock in my hand, and prepared to penetrate her warmth, when she held her
hands on my chest, and pushed me back.

   "No....give your love to HER...." Helena began, correcting me for some
reason.

   "Huh...?  Who....?  Rachel...?" I asked, wondering if she was wanting me
to have sex with Rachel, who I knew was still sleeping, in reality, in my
room.

   Helena pointed over to the other side of the bed, and I turned my head
to see who she was pointing at.

   Jenny.

   I saw the fully naked little 6(almost 7 from learning during dinner)
year old girl, curls, those amazing eyes, and a smooth, and hairless little
slit.  Flat chest.  And a body that truly had to have come from someplace
heavenly.



   Suddenly I woke up, and felt Rachel's hand gently nudging me asleep.

   "Is she sleeping?" Rachel asked me.

   "Wha...what time is it?" I asked.

   "Midnight..." Rachel replied, then I saw her trying to wake up Jenny,
who fidgeted as she opened her eyes.

   "M...mommy....why'd you wake me up...I was having a dream...." Jenny
began, upset at being woken up.

   "I'm sorry....what were you dreaming about...?" Rachel asked her
daughter as she picked her up into her arms.

   Jenny instantly looked at me, and I could tell she and I had just shared
the same dream.  "It...was me and Daddy....we were playing in the sand..."
she replied, telling her mother a lie, but only she and I knew the deep
truth.

   "Let's let Nate get some sleep...you can rest with mommy...." I heard
Rachel explain as they went back into my room, and I saw the light click
back off.

   As I watched a little late-night TV, channel surfing, I clicked over to
one of the movie channels showing something softcore, and felt my cock
growing.  The "actress" on the screen was trying to earn money for
something, and had to babysit for some lonely, unhappy married man with a
bitch of a wife....

   I briefly shut my eyes, feeling I was still tired, but the dream I'd had
just a little while ago...

   Jenny....naked....

   And Helena....telling me to make love to her...

   A 6 year old girl....

   Snapping back, as I heard the bedroom door shut.  My eyes were still
closed, but I could hear little footsteps, and feel a bit of weight
shifting close to me.

   "Nate...?" I heard Jenny's tiny voice ask, then she paused, "...is this
a bad movie?" she asked, getting me to hurriedly open my eyes, grab the
remote, and turn off the softcore movie I forgot was still on TV.

   "So...sorry..." I tried to apologize, but I got lost in speech as I
looked back at Jenny and saw she was just in a t-shirt and her little light
blue panties.  I couldn't help but stare at her body, and forgot what words
had just been in my mouth.

   "I....I wanted to sleep with you..." she explained, her face becoming
such an amazing little smile, eyes all lit up and her little baby teeth
adding to her splendor and glory.

   I smiled back, and felt something pulling me towards her as I held her
in my arms and pulled her close to me.  I suddenly kissed her, not just a
simple kiss on her forehead or cheek--but on her little lips, her soft,
delicious little lips, and she too kissed back, feeling ourselves
connecting deeper for that mere passage of seconds.

   Feeling something I'd never felt, yet it somehow felt natural, and
almost familiar in a surreal sense....something I knew I now couldn't live
without.

   "Jenny...did you..." I tried to ask, but stopped as I could see her nod
her head, and knew she was feeling exactly what I was.

   "I...feel tingly...down here..." she began to say, lowering her left
hand towards her panties, directly hovering over where her little slit was
still covered, and then, without hesitation, slipped her hand under her
panties and I could see she was touching herself.  "Can...I touch
myself....?  You can watch...I...I think I'd like you to watch..." she
smiled, giggling a little as she began to slowly rub herself under her
light blue panties, letting me watch.

   I leaned back, feeling my cock growing again, and knowing I wanted to do
more than simply watch a 6 year old girl masturbate in front of me.  I
couldn't believe my eyes, seeing her slowly rub herself, and close her eyes
as she began to grit her teeth, and softly moan just loud enough to hear.

   "Do...you like...mmmmmmm.....oooooohh.....watching.....me....?" she
softly asked, then stopped, shifted her legs into the air, and peeled off
her little panties, and handed them to me.  Her little slit, slightly red,
and noticeably moist--just a little--was now right in front of me, and
already eminating such an amazing, and arousing aroma.

   I moved closer, and helped keep her legs apart, placing my hands on her
knees.  She smiled, and continued to rub her slit, then gasped in ecstasy
as she suddenly found her little, barely visible clit, and I watched as she
arched her back, and reached a little, 6-year old orgasm.

   "Ooohhh!!  I....I....Ohhh!!!" she moaned, louder then before, as she
climaxed, and I watched as she slumped back, and shut her eyes.

   "Jenny...?" I asked, getting her to shake herself awake, and look at me,
a look of satisfaction as she smiled at me.

   "Did...something happen to me?  Why...why did I...wha...what...?" she
tried to comprehend what had happened, having just masturbated her little
slit, and clit, and making herself cum.

   "You just...had a really good...cum..." I replied.

   "A good "cum"...?  What's that mean?" she asked.

   "When you feel really good touching yourself, and your whole body shakes
and tingly...like what just happened to you." I explained.

   "Can you....do a good cum too?" she asked.



   The End of Part 1