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Christine
by Bonenanza (address withheld)
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After working with the same company for years a man
finds himself working half time. With too much time on
his hands he decides to find a new hobby and keep a
dairy. Things become complicated when the girl across
the street becomes a part of his daily life. (M-teen/g,
1st, ped, rom)
***
This is pure fiction and fantasy other than having my
hours cut back and having too much time on my hands. Not
good for an active mind. This is my first attempt at
submitting something I wrote. I was curious to see how
it would go over. Any comments and suggestions would be
appreciated.
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Temptation
Monday March 8,
12:30pm just got home from work and its 12:15 not 5:30
or 6. First week of 20 hour weeks and I feel bummed out.
The economy sucks. Had this job for over 20 good years
and it sure does seem strange. Finances are not a
problem since I have invested well but I will need to
find something to do with my time. Right now I don't
feel like doing much but sitting in front of the
computer and checking out porn sites. Guess I can jerk
off every day. Sure I can. I am turning 50 this year.
Well, not every day then.
3:20pm Heard laughing a giggling and looked out the
window. Looks like Christine, Chris to those of us you
have watched her grow up, just got home from school. She
must be 12 now and she is going to make some young man
happy someday. Too bad her parents split. I lost a golf
buddy but she lost much more.
Thursday March 18
1:30pm I ordered Adobe Photoshop today. It's something I
have always been interested in and I have a lot of
photos on my computer to mess around with. Maybe I can
start a new career, part time anyway. Even played a
little online poker yesterday. More frustrating than
fun.
3:30 Door bell rang and Christine was at the door asking
if I was ok, that she had seen my Hummer II in the drive
all week. I explained to her about my job as I stood in
the door. She looked past me a couple of times like she
may have thought someone was inside or like she wanted
to come in. Why do I feel uncomfortable talking to her
now? Used to be she would just come across the road and
walk in without even an invitation. Has she changed or
have I? Maybe both of us.
Saturday March 20
11:20 am was outside doing some yard work and talked to
Christine's Mom, Kate. She said Chris had told her about
me being home in the afternoons. Said she was sorry my
hours were cut back but she was glad that someone was
close since Chris was alone after school till she got
home from work. Even asked me if it would go on through
the summer, she was really worried about Chris being
home all day by herself. I told her I didn't know but if
I was I would keep an eye on Chris. If there was a
problem I would be here for her.
Monday March 22
3:30 Door bell rang and Chris is at the door. She tells
me that her Mom told her that I was going watch out for
her in the afternoons. Said that it made her feel safe.
She was smiling up at me. You could see the rise of her
small breasts through her t-shirt. She looked so cute.
Cute? When she left I found that I had started to swell
as I walked back to the photo I was editing. Cute? I
felt compelled to look out the window and watch her to
make sure she was ok.
Thursday April 8
3:30pm Chris has started coming over every day to let me
know she is home. It's a strange feeling to stand there
in the doorway and not invite her in. She must think I
am a hiding something inside. I guess in a way I am.
We sat on the porch and talked about things for over an
hour. I really enjoy her company. She is such a bright
girl. I find myself looking out the window often to
check on her. If she is not outside I wonder what she is
doing inside.
Saturday April 10
11:00am Chris and Kate came to the door. Why do I feel
uneasy when talking to Kate now? I never did before.
Kate starts out by apologizing for putting me in such an
awkward position. She hadn't realized how unfair it was
to ask me to look out for a 12 year old girl. I am
thinking, oh shit, she suspects I have been trying
something or thinking it anyway. I just nod then she
goes on. Talking now about how she has no worries about
Chris being with me but since it seems to be interfering
with my privacy that Chris will not come over anymore.
I start saying, "Oh no it’s not that," feeling a little
panic at not being able to see Chris.
She says, "well we thought since you never let Chris
inside that it was a problem.” I don't know what to say.
Then she nods saying she sees and it’s perfectly fine
with her if Chris does come inside my house. I am like
"oh ok.” Now what do I do?
They leave and I go back inside. Now what do I do when
Chris comes over. If I don't let her in now they will
think I am some kind of jerk and really do not want to
help out. If I do let her in….. Shit, alone with Chris.
Damn it, you are not some pervert. There is absolutely
no reason that Chris cannot come in, none at all. Why do
I not feel convinced?
Monday April 12
3:25 pm I heard the school bus and Chris came to my door
today and she still had her book bag on her back. She
must have come straight from the bus. I talked to her at
the door for a minute thinking maybe she will just go
home, but no, it was clear she expected to come inside.
I finally gave up feeling I had to let her in. I got her
something to drink and she asked if she could do her
homework here. I said sure and told her she could sit on
the couch and use the coffee table. She seemed pleased
with that and settled in. I went back into my home
office to try to stay busy, keep my mind off her but I
couldn't get her out of my head.
Tuesday April 27
3:00 pm Chris has been coming over every afternoon after
school. It's about now that I start thinking about her,
looking forward to hearing the school bus and knowing
that she will be at my door soon. I am feeling less
uneasy having her over now. I really enjoy her company.
Sometimes we just sit on the couch and chat.
Nothing more has happened, thank god, but sometimes when
we are sitting there and she smiles at me, my heart beat
quickens. I find myself looking at her body, her chest,
her legs. Why do girls these days wear such short
skirts?
4:00pm Chris had settled down studying on the couch and
I walked in to see if she needed anything. I stopped
when I saw her sitting there. I stared, I couldn't move.
Her legs were sort of tucked up under her on the couch,
angled up a bit at the knees and the white of her
panties were clearly visible. I just stood there and
stared till she looked up at me and smiled.
I gathered my wits and asked if she needed anything. She
said no. I still just stood there, white, white. She
lowered her legs back to the floor and when I looked up
she was looking at me. She didn't seem upset but she
wasn't smiling either. I told her, ok, I was just
checking on you. I turned and went back into my office.
I ached. I was hard.
11:15 pm I had a difficult time going to sleep. I miss
my wife. I was horny. Finally I just lay in bed and
stroked till I came. I was not thinking of my wife when
my eyes were closed and I gasped in relief. I was seeing
white between young thighs. Seeing a sweet smile. I will
be ok tomorrow. It had just been too long. I was horny
and needed relief.
Wednesday April 28
3:00 pm I feel anxious. I have been wondering if I upset
Chris. She has to know that I was looking between her
legs, that I saw her panties. It’s hot today, hottest
day of the year. I turn on the AC.
4:00 pm . Feeling more concerned. Still no Chris. I
heard the bus but she has still not come over. I bet she
is upset with me staring yesterday. God, what if she
told Kate. Oh. There is the doorbell.
4:30 pm it was Chris at the door. Things seemed normal
with her. She had gone home and changed after school
because it was so hot. She came to the door in shorts
and a t-shirt. She came inside and we talked on the
couch as we usually did for a few minutes. She seemed
shy for some reason once when she looked me in the face
she blushed. Then I noticed that her nipples were poking
out against the t-shirt. I tried not to stare but it was
difficult. She noticed me looking and blushed again. I
asked if she was cold, if I needed to turn off the AC.
She said no, that she was fine. I left her to her
studies.
Thursday April 29
3:45 pm Chris came over quicker today after going home
to change. She had changed into a short skirt and t-
shirt. The t-shirt almost looked too small on her it was
so tight. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra.
Her nipples looked like they would poke out of them.
Today she didn't seem shy at all. Every time I came in
to check on her she was sitting so that I could see her
panties. It became obvious that she knew I was looking
and was giving me good views. I checked on her more than
was really necessary.
Tuesday May 11
11:00 am I am looking forward more and more to Chris
coming over every afternoon. Sometimes it’s all I can
think about. It is a rare afternoon now that she is not
wearing something that shows off her small breasts or
that I do not see her panties. I think it excites her
almost as much as it does me when I look at her. I don't
even try to hide my stares anymore. I keep telling
myself there is no harm in this. You know "look but
don't touch.” That's what my wife would tell me when we
were at the beach together.
7:00 PM Christine just left and I am sitting here
stroking, seeing her still. She came over a little later
today than usual. I think she had changed and been
prepping. I was watching for her to come over and I met
her at the door and she had a big smile on her face. I
could see her nipples were already hard through the thin
white t-shirt she was wearing and I could see the dark
of her areola. I immediately started to swell. I stepped
back as she entered and went to her usual study spot on
the couch.
She was wearing such a short skirt. She got to the couch
and leaned over, her back to me. The skirt hid nothing.
I was staring at her ass and it was bare. I think she
heard me gasp because she looked back over her shoulder
at me, that big smile still on her face. I am thinking,
oh God, she is not wearing panties. I want her to sit
down, sit down and show me. She sits, still smiling as I
am still staring. She moves, lifting her legs to tuck
them under her as she often does. I see between them and
she is covered but just barely. She must be wearing a
thong.
With her legs now tucked under her I stare at her bare
ass and at her barely covered sex. My cock is so hard. I
know she sees that my shorts are pushing out. We must
have stayed like that for 2 or 3 minutes, I don't know
how long, just looking at each other. I wanted to pull
out my cock and jerk off. I was aching, throbbing. I
wonder if she ached too.
7:30 PM I just came very hard. Seeing her. Her bare ass.
Her barely hidden sex.
Monday May 17
7:30PM it’s becoming the norm now for Chris to dress
sexily when she comes over. For her to sit there flash
her panties or her ass in front of me. I don't even try
to hide my stares anymore and she looks openly at the
very visible wad in my pants caused by my hard cock. I
wonder what would happen if I let her see my cock? Would
scream and run out the door, would she show me her bare
pussy? You know "look but don't touch.”
Tuesday May 18
2:30 PM I may be taking a step I will regret but I am so
consumed by what is going on with Chris that I can't
think straight. I am waiting for her to get home from
school and come over. I am wearing loose gym shorts. I
did not put on any underwear. This will hide my erection
even less and then I will gauge her reaction as to
whether or not to go further. I stood in front of a
picture I had taken of her this morning and dropped my
boxers. Her eyes in the photo just stared at my cock. I
stroked it. Moved closer until the tip nearly touched
the photo. I nearly came. Probably should have.
4:00 PM Chris is wearing a thong today. She gave me the
usual view of her ass and barely covered pussy. I stood
there fully erect in my gym shorts, again no underwear.
My cock was trying to push out of them and she just
stared right back. I started to pull them down but
didn't. The one time I did look down I could see where
the head of my cock was pushing out. There was a dark
spot from where the pre-cum was leaking. Yeah, should
have cum earlier.
I had to leave but now as I sit here, my cock still
throbbing, all I can think about is Chris. I can't go
back in there. I don't trust myself with her right now.
4:15 PM I just came. I got out that picture of Chris and
looked at it as I jacked off. I came hard some of it
splattered on the picture. I better clean up and then
check on Chris. I should be ok now.
7 PM God, I could cum again right now. My desire for
Chris is growing. I went back into the living room after
I came and sat on the couch. We chatted for a while and
she sat so I had a great view of her young barely
covered sex. She looked down at my shorts and then
looked back up and she had a puzzled look on her face.
She even looked kind of disappointed. I didn't realize
why at first but then she opened up her legs a little
more giving me an even better view.
I could see the outline of her sex, see the material
sink into her slit. I started to swell again as I
stared. She looked down again and then back up at me and
she was smiling. Then she asked "what did you do in your
office after you left, I heard you make a funny noise.”
My mouth dropped open as I looked at her. I didn't know
what to say. Did she know that I had just jacked off or
was it an innocent question? "Oh, I had a cramp in my
leg" made sense to me. "Oh no" she exclaimed "I had one
of those and it hurts bad, where was it?"
Maybe I should have thought a bit more before pointing
to my thigh. "Yeah that’s where I had mine too, Mom
rubbed it for me and it felt better, want me to rub it?"
and before I could answer she scooted over close to me
and both her hands were on my thigh. It did not take
long for me to become fully aroused at the feel of her
young hands on my thigh. She noticed and looked back up
at me with that big smile. "That’s better isn't it?” All
I could do was nod. She had her hands on my thigh for
what must have been 5 minutes.
My cock was throbbing and a wet spot was showing again
where the head pushed out. It was all I could do to keep
from groaning and when one of her hands move up higher
and barely under the loose leg of my shorts my cock
jerked and I did groan. I heard her giggle. "Are you ok,
does it still hurt?.” I mustered every bit of strength I
could and pushed her hands away. "Yeah, I'm all good now
Chris, thanks. It’s about time for you to go home." She
looked at me pouting, kind of, so cute and sexy. God
yes, so sexy. Did she understand what she was doing to
me, did she realize the consequences.
Wednesday May 19
4:30 PM The only reason I am sitting here is because
Chris said she had done her homework and wanted to know
if I wanted to play a game. I told her sure. She seemed
very excited about that and said she needed to go home
and get the game that she would be right back. I hear
her coming back in, I better go.
7:15 PM This is going to sound so crazy but well it did
happen. I am just now calming down enough to write.
Chris came back with a deck of cards in her hand that
was it. I told her I had cards. She giggled and said "oh
ok, I didn't think about that."
She said she wanted to learn to play poker. I said ok
but you can do that easier online. She said she wanted
to do it with real cards. I said I didn't have any chips
and she replied she didn't have any money but we can
play for something else. She was fidgeting acting
nervous when I asked her what we could play for. She had
sat back down showing me her panties and I was swelling
again by this time.
She saw my cock pushing out again and I guess that gave
her the incentive to come out and tell me "we can play
strip poker.” I was stunned but she went on "a friend of
mine said her sister played strip poker with guys and I
thought it would be good to learn to play with you so I
wouldn't lose so badly if I ever played with guys." She
was looking up at me smiling, then she looked back at my
cock trying to break out of my shorts. I couldn't tell
her no, could I?
We both sat on the couch sorta facing each other and
dealt the cards between us onto the couch cushion. I
taught her how to play 5 card draw, 5 card stud. We were
not playing for keeps at first as I was trying to teach
her. Part of me wanted that to be where it ended but
another part of me wanted to continue.
That part was causing my shorts to tent in front of her
as she sat there in front of me, indian style, giving me
an unhindered view of panties pulled tight against the
rise of her young pussy. She couldn't help but notice me
staring and I couldn't help but notice her staring at my
tent. I knew that we would be dealing for keeps soon. We
both wanted it.
"Ok, I understand now, can we play for real" I heard her
say. My head was spinning. I knew it was coming but now
it was here and I just couldn't say no. "Yeah, we can
play but if you want to stop just say so. We don't have
to play till... um... ahhh..." she looked at me smiling.
"You mean we don't have to play till one of us is
naked?" she giggled.
"Yeah, that’s what I mean. You can stop anytime you want
to." she giggled again "You can too.” I stared at her
knowing then and there that she would not stop. That if
we stopped then it would be up to me.
Neither of us had much on to begin with. It was warm and
all I had on was my shorts and a T-shirt. She had on
that skirt, the panties and a t-shirt. I dealt the first
hand of draw and won. I looked at her "I won" (duh). She
was smiling at me as she jumped to her feet beside the
couch. She reached to the side of her skirt, undid a
button and pulled down a zipper and the skirt fell to
her ankles. She stepped out of it and sat down again
across from me crossing her legs at the ankles again and
giving me that perfect view between her young thighs.
"Ok, can I deal now?" she eagerly asked.
"Sure," handing her the cards. "Let's play the stud one
this time," and she easily shuffled and dealt the two
down cards then the up card to each of us. She had a
king up and ended up winning with 2 kings. She giggled,
"Ok, your turn" those big young eyes stared at me as I
pulled off my t-shirt. "Mmmm nice," she said.
I looked at her "all I have on is my shorts," I said.
"I know and I don't think it's fair for me to have on
more cloths than you," she replied as she reached down
and peeled her t-shirt up and over her head and lowered
her arms smiling back at me.
I stared back at her too, staring at her two perfect
little breasts. Each no bigger than a tea cup and each
tipped by a taunt pink nipple. My cock twitched in my
shorts. "IT MOVED!" I heard her squeal "I saw it move in
your shorts.”
I could hardly speak. The next hand and one of us would
be naked. Either I would be staring at this cute 12 year
old pussy or she would be staring at my throbbing cock.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to win or wanted her to win.
I reached out for the cards with shaky fingers and
managed to deal the 5 down cards for a hand of draw
poker. Neither of us said anything and we were not
smiling. Suddenly the mood had changed. We both knew
that things between us would change once this hand was
over. Both of us had shitty hands and I thought I had
lost till we lay down our cards. My pair of 7's beat her
Ace high. "I lost," she said quietly.
"Yes," I replied, "but it's ok, you don't have to take
off your panties."
She looked at me and smiled softly. "You are such a nice
man.” Then she uncrossed her ankles, brought her knees
together, her hand went to the waist band of her panties
and her ass lifted slightly off the couch. She peeled
the pink panties off her young thighs and legs, over her
ankles, lifted them to the side with one hand and
dropped them on the coffee table. I stared at her. Her
knees were still together.
I stared wanting her to open her knees, wanting to see
her so bad. I looked at her face and she was looking
back at me, her eyes staring into mine. Then that smile
again and movement. I looked back down as her knees
started to part. She opened her legs slowly, painfully
slow and I stared between them watching as her young sex
came into view. Her legs continued to open as I stared
between them till she crossed her ankles and sat there
in front of me her legs open wide.
I groaned as I stared at her young sex. She had no hair
yet, that I could see, so the view was completely
unobstructed. Her pussy lips seemed to be slightly
swollen and her slit was maybe parted just a bit as I
could see moisture glisten between them in the well lit
room. "My God Chris, you are beautiful.”
I lifted one of my hands, my fingers shaking as I it
moved toward her. I wanted to touch her so bad. I paused
and looked at her. She wasn't smiling and her lips were
parted she was breathing deeply. She looked back at me
"it's ok, I want you to" she whispered. My hand moved
forward again.
The phone rang but I didn't hear it. My fingers were
nearly touching her. "You better answer that, it might
be Mom, if you don't answer she will come over.” I
jerked my hand back, MOM. I struggled to my feet and to
the phone and it was Mom. "Yes, hi... yeah she did all
her homework and we were playing a game... I didn't
realize it was so late... yes, I’ll send her home."
I set the phone down the voice of this young girl’s
mother jarring me back to earth. I turned to her and she
was already putting on her cloths. She didn't say
anything as she finished dressing got her stuff together
and walked out the door.
I came into my office and jacked off the vision of
Chris's pussy so strong in my head. Then I started
typing.
My life would not be the same.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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