I was just getting started on my shift at the bank. I work the afternoon shift as a part-time janitor just to supplement my retirement. It's not a large bank, business wise, but it occupies a rather large building near downtown. It has two floors that stretch the width of a city block. The bank itself occupies the bottom floor. The second floor is occupied by a variety of small companies that rent the office space from the bank. One of those businesses is a family counseling outfit not run by the state. Not all of the offices are currently being rented.

It was a warm spring afternoon, which was nice after the cold, wet winter we had. I had on my jeans and an Ozzy T-shirt to work in. I always started my shift on the second floor because these offices were closing for the day. The bank wouldn't be closing for another hour.

The elevator door opened in the small lobby across from where I was getting started. An attractive lady, probably in her late twenties, got out followed by a younger girl. They looked around trying to figure out which way to go.

"Can I help you find something, ma'am?"

"Yes. We're looking for the family counseling office and a bathroom."

"The bathroom is right around the side of the elevator, and that office is down the hall by the bathroom on the right side."

"Thank you."

She grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her around towards the bathroom. I got a frown on my face and shook my head at what I perceived as meanness. The girl looked at me and saw the look on my face. When they got to the bathroom, the girl spoke.

"I'll wait here, mom."

"No, you'll come in and wait."

"I don't want to stand there and listen to you pee or whatever, mom."

"Alright, but you stay right here."

The mom went into the bathroom and the girl looked at me again, then turned to look out the back window. I looked at her. She was quite pretty, almost beautiful. She was around four foot ten and maybe seventy pounds. Her legs were cute skinny things and her ass was small but nicely rounding. She had light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. I'd guess her tits to be 28B. She wore a tight shirt that accentuated her budding beauties and a knee length skirt that flowed.

I started sweeping the floor, but I glanced at her figure several times as she stood there. The last time I looked, she turned to look at me.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Because I don't get to see very many really pretty girls up here. I'm sorry if I bothered you."

"No, it's alright. But I'm too skinny to be pretty."

"On the contrary, that's just one of the things that makes you so pretty."

"You really think that?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then what else makes me pretty to you?"

"I...uh...I'd...uh...rather not say."

"Why?"

"Because I'm older, you're young, and I shouldn't have been thinking what I was."

"I'm twelve, almost thirteen. I'm not that young."

"The law, which is rarely right anyway, says different."

"Yeah, I do know about that. It's why I'm stuck having to be here."

"Oh? Did you get caught with someone older doing stuff someone thought was wrong?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Educated guess."

We heard the toilet flush. She looked at me, her face softening.

"I'm really sorry. Good luck. I hope things can be worked out for you."

"Thank you. I do believe that you really do understand."

"Unfortunately, I do."

I went back to sweeping and a few seconds later, the bathroom door opened. Her mom came out and took her hand and led her down the hall to the counselor's office.

Forty-five minutes later, I was headed up that hall towards the vacant office across the hall from the counseling office. I had finished the lobby and all the rented offices. The vacant one was the last one to do. The door across the hall opened and the girl came out. She stopped when she saw me.

"Hi, finished already?"

"No, I just finished the goofy questionnaire I had to fill out for them. Now, mom has to do one so I have to go sit and wait for her before I go back in to have to talk to those people."

"I'm sorry. There isn't any kind of waiting room here, only the elevator lobby to wait in."

"It figures. Will you be out there?"

"No, I'm about to do the vacant office across the hall."

"It's vacant? Do you think it would be alright if I was to wait in there with you? I'll be waiting for at least an hour!"

"I'm not supposed to let anyone in there...but, yeah. Come on in."

"Thank you. I won't tell anyone."

I unlocked the door and opened it for her. She walked in. The room had a desk and chair, two chairs opposite the desk, and bookshelves in it. I went in behind her and closed the door. She went to sit in one of the two chairs. I went about dusting the desk and shelves, then the window sills. The floor was spotless, so I didn't have to clean it. She started talking while I worked.

"By the way, I'm Wendy."

"Wendy. I like that name. I'm Thom."

"You said earlier that you understood what I'm going through. How?"

"If it's what I think it is, I've been through the same thing. You were with someone older and got caught, pardon my bluntness, with your pants down. It's obvious that you wanted to be with whoever, you weren't forced into it."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it."

"I assume your mom caught you."

"Uh huh."

"Par for the course. Parents soon forget what it's like to be young. They forget that they wanted their parents to let them be themselves, make their own choices, learn from their mistakes. They don't let their children be who they are. They don't give them credit for being able to know what they want or don't want in life. I don't think parents today realize that their children are a lot more mature at your age than we were at your age. Kids today grow up so much faster than my generation did. They are more mature and more in touch with the world and themselves than we were at that age."

"Wow! You really do understand."

"May I ask what happened with you? It's none of my business, so feel free to say no if you don't want to talk about it."

"No, I don't mind. I think you'll listen without judgement."

"Um hmm."

"I started doing myself, getting myself off, when I was ten. I love how it feels to have an orgasm. Last year, my Uncle Billy caught me just as I was getting off. He didn't do or say anything. I was very embarrassed, but I also got horny again when I thought about him watching me. I don't understand why it turned me on so much. Do you know?"

"Well, it could be that you are a budding exhibitionist."

"What's that?"

"Someone who gets turned on at the thought of being seen undressed or in a sexual situation."

"You might be right. I used to let him look up my dress sometimes. I saw him looking and I liked it, so I didn't wear panties when I was going to be where he could see me. When I'd see him look, I'd get wet. Then I would have to go get myself off again."

"Yep, you're an exhibitionist. Nothing wrong with that. I'm sort of like that.I don't wear any clothes at home, and I don't care if anyone sees me or not."

"Cool! Last year, Uncle Billy must have figured out what I was doing because I'd see him peeking in my door when I'd go do myself. That made my orgasms faster and harder. Last year, he asked me if I'd ever done anything with anyone. I hadn't. He offered to show me something that would give me better orgasms if I wanted him to. I asked him what he was talking about, but he said he would have to show me. He couldn't just tell me. I was curious and more than a little interested in better orgasms. I was already getting myself off four or five times a day. I told him ok. He said he would the next time he came over and I was alone. He couldn't while my parents were home. I was excited about it, but disappointed that I had to wait. Then, three months ago, he came over just as mom was leaving. Dad was away on another business trip."

"So, you and your uncle just started recently."

"Uh huh. I was actually wearing what I'm wearing now. When mom left, he asked if I still wanted him to show me. I said yes. He came over and sat on the floor in front of me, then he pulled my dress up. I wasn't wearing panties. He propped my legs on the sofa and leaned in between my legs and kissed me down there. It felt awesome! I spread my legs wide open and he kissed and licked me everywhere down there. I had the most intense orgasm ever. After that, I asked him to do me every time he came over. If anyone was home, we'd go in the garage or to the store."

"Is that all he did for you?"

"Yeah. Twice, he let me get him off by rubbing his thing. That was cool seeing him orgasm and shoot his stuff out. I even tasted it once."

"So, you're still a virgin?"

"Yeah. I'm not ready to do sex yet. I'm really small there. I had thought about maybe doing it with him, until I saw how big he was. It would never fit in me. I barely got my fingers around it when I did him."

"How did you get caught?"

"Three days ago, Uncle Billy came over. Mom was gone to the store and I was just about to start doing myself. He came in my room and saw me rubbing myself through my shorts. I didn't hear him come in. He pulled my shorts down. That scared me until I saw it was him. He apologized for scaring me, then he picked me up in his arms and kissed me...on the lips! He laid me on my bed and put his face between my legs and held my legs up in the air. Mom walked in and saw him and thought he was molesting me. She threw him out and started treating me like a victim. I tried to tell her that I wanted Uncle Billy doing that to me, that he didn't force me or molest me. She wouldn't listen. So, now I'm here and I don't know what I should tell these people. I don't want Uncle Billy arrested and I won't tell the cops anything if they ever ask me."

"Classic mother. She obviously gives you no credit for being able to think for yourself. She apparently doesn't realize that, if you didn't want your uncle doing that, you would have said something to her or somebody about it. But, since you didn't, you must have wanted it."

"I did, and still do. But Uncle Billy is no longer allowed to come anywhere near me ever again."

"I'm sorry you have to deal with that kind of crap just because you did something you wanted to do that hurt no one."

"You don't think there is something wrong with me, do you?

"No. You discovered your sexuality and explored it. That's normal. Everyone does at some point in their life, even your mom. Psychiatrists even say it's normal."

"When did you discover yours?"

"When I was ten. With my next door neighbor."

"So it is normal?"

"Yes."

"Thom, do you still think I'm pretty?"

"Yes, very. Why?"

"I'd still like to know what else besides me being skinny makes you think that."

"Four things. You have a beautiful face, a beautiful head of hair, a perfect ass, and I love your tits."

"I don't have tits. Only little boobs that are just starting to grow."

"Wrong answer. You have tits, and I love them."

"Are you one of those men who likes young girls?"

"Yes."

She looked at me for a minute. Then she smiled mischievously.

"Thom, do you realize that talking about all this with you, and thinking about it, has made me very horny?"

"No, but I'm not surprised. You seem to be a very sexual person."

"Is that good?"

"It's neither good nor bad. It's you, who you are as a person."

She slipped her hand under her dress and rubbed herself.

"Would you like me to go so you can take care of yourself?"

"No. I think I would rather you do it, if you want to. I'm not wearing any panties."

"You came here without them?"

"No, I took them off in that office while I was doing the questionaire. I got horny reading some of those questions."

"Oh."

"See?"

She put her feet on the chair and let her skirt fall into her lap. I looked. She had a near perfect pussy. No hair, tight slit, and her clit was swollen and peeking out. She was definitely horny.

"Wow! Wendy, I've never seen one so beautiful in my life!"

"You can kiss it if you want."

"I do want, and I want to kiss your tits, too."

"You do? Uncle Billy never ever touched them."

She pulled her shirt over her head and off.

"Still like these little things?"

"Even more now that I can see them."

"You can kiss them."

She got up and sat in my lap facing me and put her tits in my face. I kissed each of them, then sucked one in my mouth and flicked my tongue over her nipple. It got hard in a hurry. I kissed and licked first one then the other.

"Ooohhhh, Thom! I love how that feels!"

"I love how they taste."

After a minute, she stood up and pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it. I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the desk. She leaned back and spread her legs wide open. I stuck my tongue in her opening, licking around it. Then I licked up her slit to her clit and over the tip of it. She jerked and moaned.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...yeah!"

I reached up and spread her lips apart then licked her entire clit with the tip of my tongue. I let my little finger rub just inside her indent as I licked and sucked on her clit. She started jerking even more and rolling her hips. I could tell that she was already nearing her orgasm.

I started licking her clit with pressure from my tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tighter against her pussy. I licked harder, my little finger going in a little deeper in her indent.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She had a big, wet orgasm. I licked up all her juices. When she calmed down, I kissed my way back up to her tits.

"OMG, Thom! You're even better than Uncle Billy!"

"You liked that, huh?"

"Duh! I needed it!"

"I'm glad I could help, and I really do appreciate you letting me."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I kissed her back.

"Stand up, please."

I did. She sat up and unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. Then she started stroking it. When I felt my balls start to tighten up, I told her to put it in her mouth. She got up and kneeled down in front of me, taking my crown in her mouth as she stroked me. I told her not to stop, that I was about to cum. She didn't and I blew my load in her mouth. She swallowed each shot, then licked her lips when she was done. She looked up at me.

"Was that ok? I never did that before."

"It was great, Wendy."

"I liked doing that. You don't taste bad at all and you aren't as big as Uncle Billy."

"Much as I hate to say it, you better get dressed. I'd hate for you to get caught again."

She giggled as she got dressed.

"Yeah. Mom would have a cow!"

"Wendy, you are one awesome girl!"

"Thank you. Will you be here the next time I have to come here?"

"I work Monday through Friday from four until six."

"I'll try to get my appointment for then. If you want me to?"

"I'd love to see you again, as long as you want to."

"I do want to. I want you again! That was incredible."

I kissed her, then let her out. A few minutes later, they called her in to talk.

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I saw Wendy four more times before she didn't come back any more. We did the same thing each time. By the time she left her last appointment, Uncle Billy was allowed to be back in her life. I missed her and hoped she found happiness.