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Archive name: kristin1.txt (mf, ped)
Authors name: New Roman (newroman@ping.net)
Story title : Wonderful, beautiful Kristin
Part 1 of 2
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First Sight
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I can remember it as if it happened a few days ago. What we
experienced will forever be in my mind. But it happened two years ago.
Those two years have been hell without her, but somehow, I've stayed alive;
knowing that I will some day be back in her arms. She's the only girl I've
grown to love. And love her I will for all time.
I remember seeing her that first day. She came in with her dad to
were I work. I watched intently to catch a glimpse of this pleasing young
girl. I was hoping desperately that she would step out of the car that she
rode in. My wishes was answered moments later when she got out and entered
the building with her dad. I looked at her with an "eagle eye". She was
very beautiful indeed. Standing about 5 feet tall (Her dad was only 5
feet, 8 inches...my height); my guess was that she was about 11 or 12,
maybe 13 at most. (I at the time was 20.) Her long, straight, blonde hair
flowing down to the middle of her back. Her bangs of her hair were styled
into a puff above her forehead. The overall look of her soft, beautiful,
childish face was outlined by her hair. And as I looked into her luscious
blue eyes, I could see a degree of longing, of wanting, of yearning, of--
love? Her black outfit outlined her curves (what little she had) very
well. Her breasts were pert; still developing and standing out fully
against the tee-shirt she wore. Her shorts clung closely to her little
hips; showing off her very small, tight ass. I wondered who this doll was
that I was drooling over. As her dad paid for his gas (yes, I work at a
gas station), he made an appointment to have his car worked on. I thought,
"Good I'd get the name now." His name was Don Becker, and he wanted to come in
next Saturday. (Good, I'd be able to see them again) As he left, he called
to Kristin. Now I knew a name! I told myself that was an appropriate
name for such a work of art. Now, all I had to do was wait till next
Saturday to see her again.
It was a long wait, but I did see her again in a week. She came in
again with her father; she and her dad waited in the shop with me while the
car was getting repaired. We talked and got to know each other very well.
Kristin and I seemed to "click" instantly. It was almost as if the fates
had brought us together. Then the work was done; and they left. I found
myself longing for her. I wanted to be with her; with her that day, that
night, the rest of the week. It was not long before I saw her again.
And then she and her dad were coming into the gas station on a regular
basis. I was beginning to see Kristin more and more and finding myself
wanting her, lusting for her. I wanted to make love to her; have sex with
her. After time, I and she became friends. I would talk to her
outside the station while her dad would pump the gas. I would joke with
her, laugh with her. I still wanted her badly, and I began to think that
she knew it. Then one day it happened.
I was going to visit a friend one Saturday after work and I saw Don
working. I stopped to talk and soon Kristin appeared. I was soon talking
to Kristin as Don went back to work. Kristin and I were together for
about one and a half hours. She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told
her no. She asked if I would like one. I said I would. She asked if she
could be my girlfriend. I told her I would love for her to be my girl. At
that, I got up and hugged her deeply. I could feel her breasts against my
lower chest. They were firm; very firm and I began to get hard. She felt
it stiffen against her stomach and pulled my closer to her. I wished we
could of held that position longer, but because of her fear of her dad
seeing us, we dis-embrased. We looked into each others eyes and we
both agreed we wanted the same thing: love and sex. As the day came to an
end, she and her dad went back to their home and I to mine. I would see
her again shortly, I just knew it. Call it instinct.
It was only two days later that her father stopped back in. I went out
to greet him in hopes of seeing Kristin. To my surprise, she was not with
him. It turned out she was swimming, and he was on his way to pick her up.
Oh, how I wished to see what she looked like in a swimsuit. I conjured up
images that were downright sexual. I began to get hard. I quickly
returned to reality so nobody would notice. As Don and I were talking, he
made the comment that he had a date for the up coming Friday. (He was
divorced) His follow-up comment was that he needed someone to watch both
Kristin and Ben. (Her younger brother of 9 years.) I asked how old they
both were that they needed a sitter. Don informed me that Kristin was 11;
soon to be 12, and that Ben was 9. Thoughts ran through my head. Kristin
was indeed 11! She was so beautiful for that young tender age. I was
determined that new information would stop me from wanting Kristin. I had
made my mind up. I knew that she was young, I still wanted her; Badly! I
told him I would be glad to offer my services to watch the kids. He said
that would be great and wanted to know how much I would charge. I told him
there would be no charge; that it would just be my pleasure to watch them.
Of course, I had ulterior motives for my reasons to watch Kristin and Ben.
He said that he would drop them off at 5:30pm that Friday night, and pick
them up later that night. My heart pounded as I said I would be ready for
them. I could not wait till that night to be with Kristin, I thought the
day would never make it.
But I did. They came over at 5:30pm, and I welcomed them in. We
sat down in the TV room, and discussed what we would all like for dinner.
We agreed that we would like to eat out; which we did. After dinner, we
went back to my place for some after dinner activities. Ben immediately
saw the Nintindo I had and started playing. Kristin joined in shortly
afterwards, as I watched her squirm and wiggle around as she played. I
became aroused and my dick started to grow in my pants. Soon after
watching Kristin for a few minutes, I was fully erect. I felt myself just
wanting to pull her away from the TV, bring her into my bedroom and doing
it to her right then. I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to get out of
the room.
I left to go to my room and use my computer just to get Kristin off my
mind. I was working until she came to see me. She asked what I was doing.
I told her that I was just working on a program. I stopped and then began
to talk to her. We talked about many things, but it soon turned into a
discussion about sex and love. Soon into the conversation, I began to get
another erection. I held it down so Kristin wouldn't notice. Then out
of the blue, Kristin made a comment about my sexuality. I got out of the
chair and she jumped up from the bed. She tried to get out of the room
before I could catch her. It didn't work; I did catch her. I threw her
and myself on my bed. I held her down so she couldn't move. She whispered
questionably, "rape?" I said no; I told her I wouldn't do anything she
objected to. She made no movement, spoke no words. I was pressed very
close to her; in the side-saddle position. It was then that I moved her
hair out of face. I could see in her eyes that she was ready; that she
wanted me to make the first move.
I moved my body so I was almost on top of her, yet off to the side. I
could move my hands and head freely. I gently rested my right hand next to
her left ear and stroked her soft, silky, long hair. The other hand found
its way across her stomach. As I looked at her, she became even more
beautiful; glowing with anticipation. I kissed her gently on the lips,
savoring the moment we touched. She quivered ever so slightly. She was
wanting, but yet, unsure of herself. I looked down at her body. I could
see that her nibbles were straining against
the cotton pull-over that held them back. I moved my hand slowly across
her stomach and gently cupped her right breast. If she wasn't aroused before,
she most certainly was now. She arched her back to plant more of herself
in my hand and at the same time, rolled her head back opening her mouth. I
took that moment to kiss her. She rested herself, letting her back
lay against the bed again. Forcing my tongue past the slight crack between
her lips and into her mouth, I probed for her tongue. Knowing or not
knowing, she opened her mouth just a bit more and pushed her tongue up to
greet mine.
We tongued each other as if we had known one another for years. The
kiss was long, deep and wet. I moved slowly from her mouth down to her
neck; dragging my tongue along, arousing her even more. As I reached the
bottom of her neck, I began kissing her gently and lightly playing with her
pert little breasts. She moaned slightly as a ripple of anticipation went
through her. My cock was now rock solid; wanting to get some of the action
as well. I pulled Kristin's hand down between our bodies, and put it on my
firm erection. She kept her hand there without any objection. I then
moved my left hand from Kristin's breast down to her shirt and under it to
get at her flesh-- young, hot flesh. I pulled her top up and moved my hand
underneath. I slid it up slowly and found what I was looking for. The
breasts were _warm_. I gently pinched the nipple on one. Kristin arched
her back profoundly and let out a loud muffled moan. Although it was
muffled, it was still loud enough that I thought it would bring Ben into
the room. I guess he was still engrossed with the video games that he
didn't hear it; he didn't come.
The next thing that happened, happened to me. I felt Kristin remove
her hand from my member, and snake it into my pants. She slowly moved
down to where she could wrap the tips of her fingers around my shaft. She
squeezed me with her quiet strength. It was I that moaned that time. I
bent over her again and kissed her. I kept my mouth on, or maybe _in_, her
mouth for a long time. Time had passed so quickly that we were both
startled by the doorbell ringing. We jumped up frightened, and guiltily
composed ourselves, then I went to the door. It was here dad coming to
take her and Ben back home. He asked Kristin how the night had gone, and
she responded that it had been very enjoyable.
Continued in part 2...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone
the described behavior in real life in any way shape or form. Anyone
tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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