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 ï>¿The Trailer Park A Story in the Wynter/Trailer Park Universe by Wizard
CopyrightÂ(C) 2005 by Wizard

   Chapter 13

   Somehow, having my say with Tami helped a lot.  I missed her, and missed
talking to her, but at least I could concentrate.  Tuesday I aced a quiz in
science and another in math, then tore up the field at practice.

   Wednesday we had a game with the Pirates, and my first at bat I hit a
screaming line drive that almost took off the pitcher's knee.  I went four
for four, which wasn't much of an accomplishment against their pitcher, but
it did get my batting average back up where it belonged.  Not a single
error either.  I was back.

   I saw Tami every day, either on the bus or in the halls.  I smiled and
nodded, but didn't say a word.  I hoped we'd talk someday, but figured the
timing was up to her.

   It was Friday afternoon, and for once I was riding the bus home.  There
was another double header tomorrow, so the coach decided to give us the
afternoon off.  I'd been sitting on the very back bench all by myself when
the bus started from school.  It rolled about a hundred feet and stopped
again.  The door opened and Paula jumped on with a big smile at the bus
driver.  She looked around, then headed straight back towards me.

   She swung back and sat next to me.  I glanced around and saw a few
envious looks from guys in the front of the bus.  I grinned.  Tami was
sitting in the middle of the bus with her friend Lisa.  She looked back and
then quickly turned around again.  I figured that was another couple of
points against me.

   "Damn, I thought I'd never get out of there," Paula muttered.

   "Tough day?"

   "The worst.  Mullins decided to read my essay to the class and tore it
apart." Mr.  Mullins taught civics and social studies.  "I dropped my tray
at lunch.  Huge crash and a big mess right in the middle of the cafeteria.
Then Matt dumped me.  Then Mr.  Peters wanted to talk to me after class and
I almost missed the fucking bus."

   "Matt dumped you?"

   Paula turned and glared at me, "For Shelly Summers, that little bitch."
I forced myself not to smile at the thought of Shelly.  Shelly was a
freshman with the most impressive chest in the high school.  "Matt's not
known for his intellectual prowess."

   Paula grinned.  "Intellectual prowess.  I like that."

   "I read."

   Paula leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

   I saw a few of the guys watching us, which made the kiss all that much
sweeter.

   "I feel better just talking to you," she said.

   "That's what I'm here for," I grinned.

   When the bus dropped us off at the park, I walked Paula to her house and
watched her go in.  As I watched her cute little ass disappear thru the
door, I wondered if I should stop by later tonight.  After all, she'd
didn't have a boyfriend.

   I didn't skip to my house, but there was a little spring in my step. 
Mikee and Kelly were waiting for me, sitting on my steps.  They'd been on
the bus, sitting near Tami.

   "What'd you do to Tami?" Mikee demanded.

   "She was crying," Kelly added.

   I wondered how to explain it to the girls when I didn't understand it
myself.

   Then I got mad, wondering why I should have to explain my life to a pair
of children.  Fortunately I got over it before I said something stupid and
lost two more friends.  After all, they were just looking out for Tami.

   I picked up Kelly, moved her a couple of feet to the side, and sat down
between them.  I put my arms around the girls and hugged them.  "Tami is
mad at me, for something she thinks I did."

   "With Paula?" Mikee asked knowingly.

   "With Paula," I agreed.

   "Did you?" Kelly asked.

   "Not your business," I told her, leaning over and rubbing my nose
against her.  She giggled.  "Anyway, she's mad at me and doesn't want to
have anything to do with me, but she doesn't want me to have anything to do
with Paula either."

   "Paula kissed you," Kelly challenged.

   "She certainly did," I agreed with a grin.  "But just on the cheek."

   We sat there on the steps for a couple of minutes without saying
anything more.  Then Kelly started squirming a little, and I figured she
was getting bored.  "You two could do me a big favor," I said, climbing to
my feet.

   "Sure," Kelly said, jumping up.

   "What?" Mikee asked without moving.

   "Be really nice to Tami."

   "Of course," they said in stereo.

   "You're not mad at her?" Mikee asked, standing.

   "Nope, she's mad at me."

   Mikee nodded wisely as if that made all the sense in the world.

   The house was cool and empty when I finally went in.  There was a note
from mom on the coffee table.  She and dad were going to take Traci to a
movie and dinner after her dentist appointment and would be home late.  I
was on my own but supposed to stay around the trailer park.

   I wasn't surprised.  Traci was getting her braces on today and had been
bummed about it for a week.  So I figured the parental units would do
something to cheer her up.  I dropped my backpack and equipment bag next to
the door and headed toward the kitchen to see what I could scrounge for
dinner.

   I'd just gotten to the kitchen doorway when I turned around.  I walked
back, picked up my stuff, and carried it to my room.  Damn.  My mother was
finally turning me responsible.  Pretty soon, she wouldn't even have to
remind me to take out the garbage a dozen times.

   I grinned.

   I walked back to the kitchen, but before I opened up the refrigerator I
gathered up the garbage and took it out to the big plastic bin outside. 
'It'll drive her crazy, ' I thought.  'She'll wonder what I'm up to.'

   I opened the refrigerator and freezer and leaned in to take inventory.

   I was still looking around when I heard a knock at the front door.  I
closed the doors, snagged a chocolate chip from the cookie jar, and went to
answer it.

   Mikee was waiting for me.

   "Hi," she said brightly.

   I almost said, 'Long time no see, ' but stopped myself in time.  It
sounded too much like something my dad would have said, and I didn't want
to go down that road.  "Hi yourself."

   Mikee had changed out of the dress she'd worn to school and into some
yellow shorts and a white t-shirt.

   I waited, looking at her.  She rocked back and forth on her feet a
couple of times.  "I thought if you were depressed, you could give me a
massage."

   "Figured that would cheer me up?"

   She nodded with a big grin.

   "Where's your sister?"

   "She was going to invite Tami to go swimming."

   I debated with myself for three, maybe four seconds, then stepped back,
opening the door wide.

   Mikee walked in and sat down on the sofa.

   I closed the door and faced her.  "The only problem is, I'm not
depressed," I said, looking at her.

   "You're not sad about Tami being mad?"

   "I'm sad," I explained.  "I wish we could be friends again.  But I'm not
depressed."

   "Oh."

   "And isn't a massage to make you feel better?"

   "I kind of thought that you liked them too." The damn girl was too smart
for my own good.

   I grinned and waved at the floor.  Mikee jumped off the sofa and started
pulling out cushions and laying them in a line.  I watched for a second and
then went to the kitchen for a pair of Cokes.

   When I came back, a Coke in each hand, Mikee was lying on the cushions,
her head propped up on her elbow grinning at me.  She'd taken off her
shorts and was wearing a pair of white panties.  They were either a very
old pair of panties or a pair of Kelly's, because a hell of a lot of cheek
and crack was showing.

   I handed her down a can, took a sip of mine, and knelt down next to her
hips.  I almost went straight to her butt, but managed to control myself. I
decided to make this last.  I started on her shoulders like usual, taking
my time and trying to feel every muscle.

   "That feels good," she purred, but opened her legs a little.  I wondered
if that was body language for 'Hurry up and get to the good stuff.'

   As I worked down her back, I reached down and pulled her shirt up,
bunching it at the shoulders.  Then my fingers played all over her smooth
silken skin.  I got down to the small of her back and teased her spine with
the tip of my finger nail, watching her shiver.

   Then it was time for her butt.  Each of my hands grabbed one of her
globes, and I started kneading.  Only the bottom half of her cheeks was
protected from my fingers, but she seemed totally relaxed as I explored of
every inch of skin.

   I reached over with my right hand and picked up my Coke and took a
drink. My left hand still worked it's way around her butt.  I put it at the
top of her butt crack and traced my way down until I got to the top of her
panties, then I traced back up.  I set my Coke down and put my hand back on
her cheek.  She jumped and I thought my fun was over.  Then I realized my
hand was cold from the can.

   I grinned to myself, reached over, and picked up the can again.  I
rubbed it down the crack of her ass and she jumped.  "What are you doing?"
she demanded.

   "Ice massage.  Old Japanese technique," I explained, wondering if Old
Japanese ever did anything like this.  I watched a drop of condensation
drip off the can and run down her cheek into her crack and then disappear
beneath the top of her panties.  I wondered what she'd do if I pulled her
panties completely down off her butt.

   I had a feeling I could get away with it, but decided I had five and a
half more years in the trailer park and not to rush it.

   As my hands moved down her ass toward her thighs, she opened her legs a
little more.  I took that as an invitation and reached down and cupped her
pussy mound.  Mikee moaned, and I squeezed gently, then pulled my hand
away, letting my finger slide along her slit as I did and started rubbing
her thighs.

   The crotch of her panties had seemed a little moist.  Not gushing like
in the stories, but I figured that went with all the twelve-inch cocks.  As
my hand pulled away, Mikee wiggled a little and closed her legs slightly. I
think that was body language for disappointment.  Maybe I hoped that was
body language for disappointment.

   My resolve was weakening.  I spent a couple of minutes on her thighs,
then gave each calf a half-hearted squeeze.

   I sat back on my heels and took a long drink of my Coke.

   "You can roll over now." I wondered if she would remember her shirt.

   Mikee rolled over and grinned up at me, her shirt still bunched up by
her shoulders.  I grinned down at her.

   After a minute I commented in an off-hand manner, "You might want to
pull that down or just take it off."

   Mikee looked confused, then realized that her chest was bare.  She
reached up and covered her little titties with her hands, her face turning
beet red.  Then she giggled and let her hands drop away.  "Oops."

   "It's okay.  I won't tell if you don't."

   Mikee giggled again and sat up and pulled her shirt off.  "You better
not," she threatened.

   She lay back down and waited.

   I finished my Coke in one swallow, set down the can, and then wiped my
hand on my jeans.  I didn't want it cold.  Then I lay my hands on her bare
tits.  I looked her in the eyes.  She didn't seem upset or embarrassed like
before, so I started rubbing her with the palms of my hands.

   I could feel her stiff little nipples on my palms, like small pebbles.
I'd read somewhere that a woman has eight thousand nerve ending in her
clitoris.  From the look of Mikee's face there were a few in her nipples as
well.

   I decided that my palms had had enough fun and started exploring Mikee's
areolas with my fingertips.  There must have been some nerve endings there,
too, from the way that Mikee arched her back and pushed her chest out at
me. I wondered what she'd do if I reached down and wrapped my lips around
her stiff little nipple, but reminded myself that I was taking things slow.

   I hated slow.

   Her breathing had gotten ragged and her eyes were squeezed shut, so I
decided to move down to her stomach.  I gave both nipples a last squeeze
and traced the circle of her areolas and then gently started tracing the
lines of her ribs.  Mikee took a deep breath and relaxed, though her eyes
stayed shut.  I moved lower, using my thumbs to work the muscles of her
abdomen.

   I played with her belly button for a few seconds -"she was an innie
-"then moved down onto her pelvis.  Her panties were so small that most of
her pelvis was bare.  They barely covered a little above her pussy mound.
Not that I was complaining.

   As I got to the top of her panties, I let my hands separate.  I worked
down her legs to the knees; then I worked my way back up on her inner
thighs.  Mikee's eyes stayed closed, and her breathing was soft and slow. I
figured that was going to change.

   I laid my left hand on her chest, just to the side of her cute little
titty.  Then I laid my other hand on her pussy mound.  Mikee arched her
back again, pushing her mound into my hand.  She might not be a
nymphomaniacal slut of the caliber found in alt-sex-stories, but the girl
definitely knew what she liked.

   I rubbed and kneaded her mound through it's thin cotton covering, using
my thumb to try and find that little bump at the top of her slit where
eight thousand nerve endings waited for me.

   "Oh God!" she wailed as she thrust her hips upward.  "Damn!  Damn! 
Damn!" She gasped for air.  "Oh fuck!" Then it was like letting the air out
of a balloon as she sagged back onto the cushions.

   I didn't know if it was her first orgasm, but I was willing to bet big
money it was her best.  As she lay there, softly panting, I reached down
and readjusted the battering ram in my pants.  I didn't think she was ready
for that yet.

   I got up.  I thought about going to the bathroom and jerking off, but
somehow that seemed crude.

   I walked out to the kitchen.  When I came back, a minute later, Mikee
had opened her eyes and propped herself up on an elbow.  Her face was a
little red, though I didn't know if it was from embarrassment or the
orgasm.

   "I, um, I..."

   I reached down and pushed a cookie into her mouth.

   "Don't sweat it," I told her, taking a bite of my own cookie. 
"Sometimes massages get a little intense."

   "Intense," she repeated.

   "Some girls even have orgasms," I explained, watching her face to see if
she understood the 'O' word.  When I saw she did, I added "But that only
happens to older girls.  Girls who are mature."

   Mikee, without realizing, pushed her chest out and preened as she
realized that this meant she was mature.  As she grinned, I wondered if
she'd noticed my boner.  Or had any idea what it meant.

   Then I reminded myself that I was taking things slow and took another
bite of my cookie.

   Damn, I hated slow.



   Chapter 14

   "I know what you've been doing with my sister!" Ann yelled as she and my
sister pointed at me.

   "I..." I stammered.

   "I know too," Traci added as she and Ann waggled their fingers at me.

   "I..."

   "I'm gonna tell," Traci threatened.

   "Me too," Ann added.

   "I..."

   "I..."

   I woke up.

   I was lying in bed covered in sweat.  I closed my eyes, but the image of
the ten-year-old terrors was still burned on the inside of my eyelids.  I
glanced at my clock, then swung my legs off the bed and sat up.  Time to
get up anyway.  Almost six o'clock on a Saturday morning.  I was burning
daylight.

   I hadn't realized how hard I'd been breathing until I got my breath back
under control.

   I thought about last night.

   I'd gone over to Paula's house.  Unfortunately her parents were both
there, but Paula invited me to watch wrestling with her.  From the way her
dad's eyes rose to the ceiling, I had a feeling that he shared my opinions
about professional wrestling.

   I sat on the couch next to Paula, and we talked about school and the
various rumors about who was doing what to who.  Paula, being an
eighth-grader and a member of the 'A' crowd, was more tuned into the rumor
mill than I was.  My hands behaved themselves.

   I'd been there about twenty minutes when Ann came out of her room and
asked if Traci was back yet.  I told her I didn't think so.  Ann shrugged,
then watched Paula and me for a minute before making some kissing noises
and retreating back to her room.

   Paula finished telling me about a freshman girl named Heather who
thought she might be pregnant, then stood up.

   "Something to drink?" she asked.

   "Coke?"

   "All we have is Pepsi."

   "Are you being punished?" It took her a few seconds to figure out what
I'd said, then she stuck her tongue out at me and went to the kitchen.

   I watched her.

   She was wearing a baggy pair of grey sweat pants, but she was still
sexier than most girls I knew in a thong bikini.

   I heard the sound of ice cubes falling into a glass, a can being popped,
and soda being poured over ice.  Then I saw her come out of the kitchen and
walk into her sister's room.  I heard a soft thud, then a loud "Ouch!" and
she came back out.  Her mother shot her a look.  Paula shrugged and went
back into the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with my Pepsi.

   That was the high point of my night.

   Since I was up and had about four hours to kill before I headed to the
baseball field, I decided to go out for a run.  Since I'd slept in just a
pair of underwear, all I had to do was pull on a pair of shorts and shoes
and then slip quietly from the house.  I wasn't being sneaky, but waking
Dad early on a Saturday morning was not a way to endear myself to him.  Or
to Mom, who'd have to put up with him.

   Now if I could have thought of a way to make enough noise to wake up the
brat, without disturbing Dad...

   Outside, I stretched out my legs quickly and then started running.  At
the front of the trailer park, I turned left onto the highway and headed
for Callie's house.  When I run, my brain takes a break.  It was pretty
much on automatic; one foot in front of the other and watch out for cars.

   I made good time to Callie's house, went around her block and headed
back.  Callie was a girl in my class, a major brain but not much to look
at. I just happened to know that her house was almost exactly two miles
from mine.

   Back at the trailer park I did two laps around the park, jogging the
first and walking the second one.  My breathing and heart rate were back to
normal when I let myself back into the house.

   The house was still quiet.  I went into the bathroom, stripped and
stepped into the shower.  I took a long, long hot shower, enjoying the
spray of water on my body until it started to cool.  I figured I was safe.
The hot water heater should have recovered before anyone else got up.

   I toweled off, wrapped myself in another towel, and walked back to my
room.  As I closed the door, I looked around, wondering how to occupy
myself for the next couple of hours.  I could read.  I wanted to finish
'The Once and Future King'.  I could get some time in on some of the
newsgroups.  Then I grinned to myself, sat down at my desk, and pulled my
backpack onto my lap.  I could get my homework done and blow Mom's mind. 
Between that and the garbage, she'd be sure I was up to something.

   I waved as the car pulled away.  I was more than a little bummed despite
the things Mr.  Calloway had been saying on the drive home.

   I mean, I have the game of my life, games really, and neither of my
parents bother to show up.  A game winning home run in the first game and a
pair of major league quality plays in the second.  Then on the ride home,
Ricky's dad asks me if I'm going out for varsity as a freshman.  What a
day.

   And Mom and Dad don't even care.

   Mom's car wasn't in the driveway, but I yelled "I'm home!" as I walked
in anyway, figuring that Dad or the munchkin might be around.  Nothing.

   I saw the note on the coffee table.  If they took the brat to another
movie instead of coming to my game, I was going to be an only child.  Maybe
a packing crate to Sri Lanka.  We'd been studying Sri Lanka in school, and
I figured they could have her.

   I picked up the note and started reading, My hands balled into fists,
crumpling the paper.  Traci had woken up really sick, and they thought it
might be a reaction from the anesthetic or some of the drugs she'd had
yesterday.  They'd taken her to the hospital.  I couldn't believe that I'd
been playing a stupid game while Traci was lying in a hospital bed.

   I grabbed the phone and called Mom's cell.  No answer.  I tried Dad's.
No answer.  I tried to think.  The hospital was about twelve miles away. 
Too far for my bike.  Who could I get a ride from?  Paula's mom.  Maybe
Tami's mom.  I was heading for the door to see who was home when the phone
rang.  I looked at the caller ID.  I didn't want to talk long distance or
something.  It was Mom.

   I answered.

   When I hung up, I took a deep breath and sank down on the sofa.  The
munchkin was okay.  She'd had a bad reaction from the antibiotic, and the
doctor wanted her to stay in the hospital overnight.  Mom and Dad hadn't
answered their cells because they were talking to the doctor when I called.

   I got up and walked out of the house and down to the pool.  I stepped up
on the diving board and dove in.  I hit the water and felt better.  I swam
three quick laps and then walked out at the shallow end, my baseball
uniform and cleats soaked and dripping on the concrete.

   "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alana asked.  She, her
sisters, and Tami were lying on towels on the side of the pool.  I think
they'd been lying on their stomachs when I came in, but I wasn't sure.  Now
they were all sitting up, staring at my soggy uniform.

   I walked over, leaned down and kissed Alana.  "My sister..." I leaned
down and kissed Mikee, "...  is going to be..." I stepped over Mikee,
leaned down, and kissed Kelly, "...  okay." I nodded to Tami and walked
away.

   Damn, it was a beautiful day.



   Chapter 15

   Dad came home that night, and the first thing he wanted was a play by
play of my games.  We must have talked for three hours.  I couldn't believe
how impressed he looked when I told him what Coach Calloway had said.

   Mom and Traci came home the next morning.  Mom told me that everything
was okay, and I believed her.  Mom didn't believe in lying to us unless she
absolutely had to.  Traci looked fine, and by afternoon she was bugging Mom
and Dad to take her to another movie.  I figured she deserved to milk it a
bit and chimed in that I thought it would be good for her.

   When they left, Mom tried to talk me into going, but it wasn't my kind
of movie.  I gave Mom five dollars and asked her to buy the runt a hot
fudge sundae on the way home, but not to tell her it was from me.

   Mom smiled that knowing smile that I really hated, patted me on the
head, and followed Dad and Traci out to the car.

   I followed them out and then took a walk around the park.  Paula was
lying in a lounger in front of her house, working on her tan.  Her parents
car was gone, but I just waved and continued my walk.

   Kelly and Mikee were lying out at the pool again, and I didn't see their
parent's car either.  I waved and they waved back, but I kept going.  When
I got back to my house, I saw that I'd left the front door open and was
glad that Mom hadn't seen.  With the air conditioning going, it would have
blown all my brownie points from the garbage and getting my homework done.

   I walked in, closed the door, and went to my room.  I opened up Internet
Explorer and started googling the eye.  By the time everyone got back,
Traci being sure to tell me that she'd gotten a hot fudge sundae and I
didn't, I'd finished a five page extra credit report on the latest in eye
surgery and repair.

   And I'd had an epiphany.  Teenaged boys weren't always horny.  There
were times when I just wasn't in the mood.



   Chapter 16

   School ended.

   Just like that it was over.

   We won our last two baseball games.  Unfortunately, there's no State
Championship for middle schools, so we had to be content with knowing we
were the best team in the state, even if we couldn't prove it.

   I finished the year with three A's and four B's and even aced science.
That extra credit report helped a lot.

   I'd kept up my routine of taking out the garbage before I could be asked
and getting my homework done really early.  I was rewarded with several
strange looks from Mom as she tried to figure out just what I was up to.

   Nothing happened with Paula or the girls because either I wasn't home,
or they weren't, or parents were, or some combination of all three.

   I decided to chalk up my seventh grade year as a success even if Tami
still wouldn't talk to me.

   Now, Summer!

   I dragged myself out of bed.  It was five till eleven; I figured it was
time.

   There's something especially sweet about sleeping in on a Monday
morning, knowing that the rest of the world is gearing up for another week.

   I thought about rolling over and trying for noon, but decided that too
much of a good thing, etc.

   I reached under the sheet and pushed my hand into my underwear, wrapping
it around my nice stiff cock.  It felt nice just to squeeze and release,
squeeze and release.  I hadn't jerked off much the last couple of weeks. 
Either I didn't have the time, or I didn't have the privacy.  But now I had
both.  All I had to do was to pick the five or six lucky ladies who would
take me to paradise.

   Paula and Shelly Summers, the freshman with the big tits, would start
things off.  Then Alana would get into the act along with...

   The doorbell rang.

   I was beginning to wonder if Mom had it rigged.  Maybe a sign over the
door, "Tony's going to play with himself, please stop by." Just the kind of
thing a mother would do, after all, she wouldn't want me going blind or
growing hair on my palms.

   I thought about ignoring the sound, but curiosity is one of my character
flaws.  Who knows, it could be Ed McMahon with a cardboard check.

   It was almost as good.  Kelly was standing there as I swung the door
open.  I tried to look as bleary eyed as I could and growled, "Do you have
any idea what time it is?"

   "Almost noon?" she said softly, more question than answer.

   "That's like six A.M.  on the first day of summer vacation," I growled.

   "I've been up since seven."

   "And why is that my problem?"

   Kelly looked like she was having second thoughts about her visit and I
didn't want that, so I asked more softly,"What can I do for you in the
middle of the night?"

   "You owe me," she declared.

   "I owe you?" I repeated, off-balance.

   "Yeah.  You gave Mikee a massage weeks ago and I haven't had my turn."

   "I didn't realize we were taking turns," I told her.  "Can't I give a
massage to whoever I want?"

   "No!" And that was that.

   I knew that Traci had some kind of camp thing all week, so I opened the
door wider and gestured for Kelly to enter.

   Kelly was through the door like a shot, afraid I might change my mind,
and quickly camped on the sofa.

   I grinned and pointed at her and the sofa.  "Get set up."

   "I was thinkingggggg." Don't you just love that long drawn out "g" when
girls are up to something?

   "Yesssss?" I said to encourage her.

   "Wouldn'titbeeasieronabed," she said in a rush.  After I deciphered that
sentence, I grinned, wondering if she was hinting at more than a massage.

   "Maybe," I agreed

   She jumped to her feet.  "We could use yours."

   "Mine's a mess.  I haven't made it yet." And wasn't planning to.

   "That's okay.  I don't mind." She moved to the head of the hallway. 
"Which one's yours?"

   "First door.  But..." She was already halfway down the hall and through
my open door.  You gotta love a girl who knows what she wants.

   I walked slowly down the hallway, forcing myself not to run.  After all,
I was older.  A teenager, and she was just a kid.

   I walked in and stopped short.  Kelly was lying on her stomach on the
bed.  Her clothes, all her clothes, were lying on the floor next to the
bed.

   My cock was hard as steel.

   I was wearing the underwear I'd slept in and a loose pair of shorts I'd
thrown on to answer the door.  I thought about taking it all off before I'd
started.  I mean, she'd offered to help me play with myself after her last
massage.  But I reminded myself that I had to be cool.  I had to take
things slow.  She was ten, I didn't want to scare her.  Or scare her off.

   Have I mentioned that I hate slow?

   I got on the bed on my knees and reached for her shoulders then changed
my mind.  I walked on my knees until I straddled her, my knees pressed in
against the bottom of her hips.  I leaned forward and reached for her
shoulders again.  I started to dig my fingers into the muscles around her
neck.

   "You don't have to waste time doing..." she started before I interrupted
her.

   "This is a massage.  Just a massage, and I always start at the top."

   "Okay," she said, and I thought I heard a muffled giggle as she buried
her face in her arms.

   Have you ever noticed that almost every situation has good points and
bad points, and that sometimes it's hard to tell which is which?  The good
news was that my straddled position gave me really good leverage to rub the
girl's shoulders and upper back.  The bad news was that as I rocked up and
back my tented out shorts were rubbing against her tight little ass, and it
was driving me crazy.  Or maybe that was good news too.  I didn't know
anymore.

   It was definitely bad news for the slow plan.

   I moved quickly down her lower back and started playing with, I mean
massaging, her ass.  She squirmed a little as my fingers dug into the
muscles of her gluteals.  I rearranged my knees and her so that her legs
were spread and I was kneeling between them.

   I pushed my thumbs down between her cheeks and pulled them apart,
revealing her ass crack and little asshole in all it's glory.  It was kind
of cute.  I'd read about guys fucking girls there, but I didn't know if I'd
want to.

   I held her crack open with one hand and traced it with a finger.  Kelly
shivered.  I stopped my finger on her asshole and felt Kelly holding her
breath.  I decided 'What the hell?' and pressed my finger against the ring
of her anus.  At first nothing happened.  Then her asshole relaxed and my
finger sank in to the top of my fingernail.

   Kelly gasped a deep breath.  I wiggled my finger a little.  It was so
tight that I couldn't move it much.  Then I pulled it out and moved down
between her legs.  As I touched her sex she again opened her legs wider in
invitation.

   I sat up on my knees and pushed my shorts and underwear down and then
leaned forward, rubbing my cock against the lips of her pussy.  It felt
glorious.  At first it was dry skin against dry skin, but as I rubbed, it
got oilier with my pre-cum and her lubrication.

   I wanted to drive my cock deep into her tender young pussy, but I knew
that would be going too far.  At least today.  Reluctantly, I sat up, my
cock jumping as it slipped past her pussy.  With one hand I pulled up my
shorts; with the other I pushed a finger into her pussy.

   As my finger pushed up into Kelly, she was pushing her pussy down to
meet it.  I think she liked this part.  I wondered for a second if she'd
like my cock, but remembered I was going slow.

   I slowly pushed my finger all the way into her pussy.  As I pulled it
out, Kelly pushed her ass high into the air and yelled, "God damn, damn,
fuck, oh yeah."

   Loosely translated: 'Damn that felt good.'

   I grinned as she melted back onto the bed.  I pulled my finger out and
pretended to rub her legs for about thirty seconds before I turned her
over. I settled myself back between her legs, sitting up on my knees
looking down at her.

   She was still breathing a little fast and had a crooked smile.  She
grinned bigger and pointed down her body at my crotch, "Does that hurt?"

   I looked down at my tented out shorts.  I could feel my cheeks getting
warm.  Damn, I was blushing.  She'd just gotten finger fucked, and I was
embarrassed about an erection.

   I looked back at her eyes, her beautiful sparkling eyes.  I thought
about telling her the old story that a guy could die if he had a hard-on
too long.  Kelly was sympathetic, she'd want to help.  "Not really hurt. 
Just uncomfortable."

   "Oh." She looked up at my face and then back at my crotch.  "Would it
feel better if it wasn't pushing against your shorts?"

   Actually the shorts weren't the problem, they were pretty loose.  It was
my underwear that was confining.  "I don't know," I said, not sure how to
answer.

   "You can take them off if you want."

   There is a god, I thought.  "I..." I hesitated.  "I don't think that
would be a good idea."

   "Why?"

   Yeah, smarty, why?

   "I'm naked," she pointed out, then giggled.

   "Yeah, but...  but, it's different.  I'm almost a man."

   She didn't laugh.  That was something.  But the look she gave me showed
that she realized there was more difference between thirteen and man than
thirteen and ten.  "Have it your way."

   There is something really annoying about knowing that a ten-year-old
thinks you're pathetic.

   I stood up, took a deep breath and pushed my shorts and underwear down.
My hard-on caught and got pulled down, then came free and bounced back up
against my stomach, and finally pointed straight out again.

   Kelly giggled.

   I hoped it was from the show my cock put on and not my size.  I think
I'm about average.  I see other guys in the locker room, but they're not
hard so it's hard to tell.  In the stories I read on the net, most of the
guys, even teenagers like me, have ten and twelve inch cocks, and I'm
close. But I think they exaggerate.  Okay, I'm not close.  Four and
one-eighth inches.  I measured it last week.  But I still think they
exaggerate.

   I knelt down between Kelly's legs again and leaned forward to start her
chest massage.  As I did, my cock poked at her pelvis and then slid up to
her stomach.  Kelly giggled.

   Then I giggled.  I mean, I laughed in a manly way.  Aw hell, I giggled.

   I worked her shoulders then down to her chest, my cock rubbing her
pelvis and stomach.  As I placed my thumb on her completely flat nipples,
she sighed.  I grinned down at her and she grinned back up.

   Then I reached down and put my cock between her legs and rocked back and
forth letting it rub her pussy lips as I rubbed her nipples.  I wondered if
she realized that my meat had been here before.  She started pushing her
hips up to meet me as my cock rocked forward.

   It was still slippery from before, and as I thrust downward, the tip of
my cock pushed between her outer lips, and I knew that I was very close to
fucking the girl.  We froze.  The head of my cock nestled between her lips.

   You know the old cartoons?  The ones where a character's two alter-egos
show up?  One angelic, one devilish?  I don't know if I had an angel and a
devil sitting on my shoulders, but I do know that I could hear two voices
in the back of my head.

   One said, "One push and you're not a virgin anymore."

   "One push and she's not a virgin any more," the other reminded me.

   I felt a throb in my cock.  "Oh God!" I yelled and sat straight up.  I
reached back under my pillow and pulled out a slightly stiff washcloth and
used it to grab my cock and start pumping as the first gush of semen pushed
out.

   I didn't even care that a ten-year-old kid was propped up on an elbow
watching me as I milked my cock of every drop of cum and every bit of
pleasure.  My eyes were closed and my face was turned toward the ceiling as
I dropped my hand away from my shrunken cock.

   I thought about the fact that girls were supposed to have twice as many
nerve endings for their sex as guys.  How the hell could they stand it?

   I opened my eyes and looked down at Kelly, who was grinning up at me. 
"Feel good?" she asked cattily.

   "Oh yeah," I agreed, for once not embarrassed.

   "Then what about me?"

   "Aw hell." I leaned down and put my lips around her pussy.

   "What are you do..." I plunged my tongue into her hole, then dragged it
back against her clit.  "Oh God!" It's amazing how we all find religion in
sex.

   I worked my tongue in and out, tickling her clit with all it's nerves at
every opportunity.

   "That feels...  that feels...  fuck, I don't know what that feels like,"
she moaned.  I grinned and continued.  I could feel her body tense beneath
me, and as her back arched and she pressed her hips up, I pushed my tongue
deeper.

   "Oh fuck.  That's...  that's...  I'm..." she started, but her words
turned into a long moan.

   I pulled my tongue out and gently kissed all around the mound of her
pussy as I listened to her breathing slow to it's normal rhythm.

   I kissed her again, right on her pussy slit, then looked up at her face.
I smiled, "Little girls shouldn't say fuck," I told her.
   "Never again," she promised.