Cumming Home

Anonyname14

"A preteen girl with a crush melts the heart and resistance of a college graduate."

I was 23 when I moved back home with my mom. I don’t care what anyone tells you, college isn’t a magic gateway into a job and an independent life like it’s made out to be. I’d searched and searched for some sort of employment, but with several hundred other graduates saturating the small job market, there simply wasn’t anything beyond delivering pizza for Dominos.

Standing in the door of my old room, I was struck by an uneasy familiarity. My mother had left my room mostly alone in the last four years. It had my bed, dresser, nightstand and most of my posters of edgy metal bands I was fascinated with as a teenage boy. But despite my love of brooding, black clothed metal, my mother and I had always gotten along pretty well.

My years at university had seen me finally cut my hair to a short, easy style that was my original brown again instead of the long, stringy cascade of a black dyed curtain that it was when I left. The omnipresent black shirts with garish screen-prints in my wardrobe had been changed out for several polos, button downs and a few comfy tee’s of various colors. These shirts hung comfortably on my frame that only showed a little excess from the experiments in beer drinking that occupied most of my free time when I wasn’t studying.

As I stood in the doorway of my room with my suitcase and backpack, surveying the den of my childhood, my mother came down the hallway.

“I always kept meaning to turn this into my sewing room, but I never got around to it.” She said with a slight hint of a joke. My mother has been trying to get into sewing my whole life. She gets frustrated and gives up every time she’s tried and there are boxes of half-finished cross stitch projects in every closet in the house.

“Thanks, mom. I promise I’ll try and get a job and my own place as soon as I can.”

“Don’t be silly, Ryan. I’m glad you’re home. It will be nice to another grown up around. Sarah’s getting to be a handful these days and if you think for a moment I’m not going to take advantage of your newfound responsibility to help out, you didn’t pay attention in school!”

“Sarah? You’re still watching her, eh?” I said, surprised that situation was still happening.

Sarah was a girl who lived next door with her mother. She was around 8 when I left for school and annoyed me with her presence frequently. Diane, her mom, always seemed to be in some sort of crisis or needed to be gone for a few days. My mother had been her friend since before I was born and became the default babysitter and extended stay facilitator for the little brat when these episodes happened. Usually a couple times a month.

She had been a skinny rail of a mop head with blond hair that only seemed to wear the same damn dress every day. She would constantly want to come in my room and be the bane of my try-hard edgy

teenage self. I suppose she just liked me and was being a typical kid, but when you’re too cool for the world at 17, a loud, chatty 7 or 8 year old girl who liked Justin Bieber was just something you avoided with annoyance.

“Yeah, Diane’s been working as a flight attendant these last couple of years. She’ll be gone for days at a time so Sarah’s been staying here when she’s gone. She’s staying here this weekend, just so you know. She’ll probably roll in here in an hour or two and She’s going to be pissed you’ve taken the bed back. She hates sleeping on the couch. ”

“Mom! You let her sleep in my bed?”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, of course I did! You weren’t using it.” She gave me that motherly eye roll of exasperation. “She’s 12 now and has started to get quite the attitude. You probably won’t recognize her. Or maybe you will. She’s gone all… whatever you used to do when you were her age” she made a dismissive hand wave as she said it.

“Great…” I moaned as I shuffled into my room and threw my bags on the bed.

My mom gave a chuckle and left me to put my stuff away. “She’ll be here around 4. I’m making spaghetti tonight and YOU’RE doing the dishes!” she finished the statement in a sing-song voice of declaration.

As I put my clothes away, I began to feel a bit better about this arraignment. My mom didn’t seem to be disappointed I needed to come home, and I promised myself that I’d help out with as much as I could to make it up to her until I could get a job. At least she hasn’t been alone, I thought to myself. Sarah must have kept her busy.

After getting my stuff put away, I flopped down on my bed and looked up at the ceiling I had stared at for countless hours growing up, tracing the cracks in the plaster with my eyes with automatic muscle memory. Coming home felt odd, weirdly familiar… yet strangely different. The thought of Sarah sleeping in my bed also made me feel a twinge of jealousy, but also something else. Something I started feeling shortly before I left for school.

I had just turned 18 and was due to leave for school in a couple of months for my first semester. Sarah had been staying with us for the week and had been especially bothersome that day with constant pestering for attention. She’d barged into my room several times already as I played X-box and wanted to watch or play too. It would be fine for a bit, but then she’d start fidgeting, bouncing around or singing some random song horribly and I’d kick her out. Basically just being a spaz like kids are.

Sometime after midnight, long after mom had made Sarah go to bed on the living room couch, I shut off the TV and crawled into bed to sleep. Being a typical teenager, this usually involved jerking off until I blew a load into whatever handy receptacle was nearby. This night was no different and I pulled the comforter down over my boxers, rubbing my already hard cock through the thin fabric.

I was still a virgin then, it wasn’t until my sophomore year in college that a girl in my class stamped my V-card with a one night stand that was probably horribly disappointing for her. So my wank sessions then were purely fantasy or porn, imagining the feel of a girl’s pussy enveloping my cock as I pushed my boxers down and off to slowly stroke the length of my circumcised six and a half inches. Precum leaked out to slick things up nicely and I was just starting to get into it, feeling the slow increase of arousal begin to tickle at the plumbing that would eventually pump thick cum from my swollen head of my penis.

My eyes were closed and I was picturing what the view would be if I was on top of a girl and looking down as we had sex. My cock began to hum in my hand with each pump of my fist, my breath was beginning to speed up… I was getting close. It was going to be a big load, I could feel it. The first throb of the point of no return happened and I let out a gasp of pleasure.

That’s when I heard the whimper next to my bed.

My eyes flew open and I saw Sarah standing next to my bed in the dim light of my room illuminated by the street light outside my window through the curtains. She was holding her dress up above her waist with one hand and her other was stuffed between her legs, rubbing her little cunny through the faded, thin fabric of her panties. The little girl’s mouth was open and her eyes were fixated on my throbbing dick that had decided it was the perfect time to fire a massive rope of cum onto my stomach.

In the heartbeat of silence, it landed with an audible wet plopping sound.

In the grip of an intense orgasm, I simultaneously tried to use a blanket to cover my spurting cock, sit up and keep stroking all at the same time.

“W… what are you doing here!” I whispered furiously at the girl.

She remained transfixed for a moment before blinking and whispered back “Was that boy sex stuff?”

“What? Get the fuck out of my room!”

“No!” she stammered for a moment, letting her dress drop down to cover her bottom half up again, “Y…You were doin sex stuff, Ryan! I… I’ll tell your mom you were doin it if you tell me to leave again!” her tiny, whispered voice sounded so small but so full of anger.

That froze me for a moment. Was she really this smart to understand the concept of blackmail?

My cock had finished spurting through my ruined orgasm and now, half covered by my blanket, my hand, crotch and stomach were a wet, goopy mess of a teenage load of cum. I could already smell it wafting up from the heat of my crotch.

I decided to call her bluff.

“I don’t care! Tell her. Get the fuck out of my room you little bitch!”

Her lip trembled slightly in the half light of the room. Her big eyes met mine and she suddenly barked out a sob.

“I HATE you, Ryan! You’re never nice to me!” she whimpered and stormed out of my room, leaving the door open.

In the moments that followed, I ran through a tidal wave of emotions. I was angry with her, but also a bit embarrassed she had seen me jerking off. But underneath that was a new curiosity. She had been rubbing her pussy while watching me. It had never occurred to me that she was a girl. A girl who might be just discovering that touching yourself felt good.

But Jesus, she was so young! I mean… I was just discovering my dick when I was that old but didn’t understand anything about it. I guess I was pretty curious then, considering I remember rubbing my new found stiffy friend on just about everything.

I sat there lost in a mix of embarrassing, angry, uncomfortable and oddly curious thoughts about little Sarah seeing me not only jerking off, but blowing a load on my stomach as well. Then, the tickling sensation of cum running down my balls reminded me I needed to clean up.

Five minutes later, I was back in bed and trying to clear my mind enough to sleep. It was a long while before I could because I kept envisioning her standing there, rubbing her little pussy next to my bed. Her tight little stomach exposed above her flimsy panties as she held that omnipresent dress up to just under her flat chest. My cock began to stir again underneath me against the sheets.

For the next month or so until I left for school, Sarah occasionally would look at me with an expression that let me know she’d not forgotten the incident. A weird tension had developed between us that I didn’t understand at all. I knew the source of it, I just didn’t know what to do about it. She apparently never told my mom, as she never mentioned anything to me about it. So things just kinda got left the way they were.

The last time she was staying with us before I left for school, she wouldn’t look at me and was especially moody. At dinner, she barely ate anything and sat with her eyes fixed on her plate. My mom had tried to cheer her up to no avail and she came in to my room that night to ask me if I’d go talk to her.

“Why?” I pouted, my long hair falling in my face.

“She likes you, Ryan. She’s really sad you’re leaving. Believe it or not, she’s told me as much.”

“So… I don’t care.”

I realize now that this was a lie. I did. I just didn’t know what to do about it. I’d spent several nights thinking about Sarah in a way that I wasn’t proud of. Thinking about an 8 year old sexually made me feel like a perv and I was embarrassed horribly about it. But the taboo subject made my jack off sessions incredible. As I lay in bed years later, I found myself thinking about what she was like now. And if she still remembered that night she watched me jerk off.

Chapter 2

“You look dumb with your hair cut like that”

I heard this voice through the thick shroud of slumber that had somehow wrapped itself around my head. I must have dozed off reminiscing.

Blinking open my eyes, they focused on a girl standing in the door to my room.

It was a young girl, maybe 12 or 13 that stood about four and a half feet tall, wearing all black pants and a shirt with long black hair that framed her face with straight, vertical lines. She stood leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed, scowling at me with a pouty mouthed expression. She was childlike thin, but her shirt bore the telltale signs of budding breasts that pushed out at her chest visibly, probably already A cups. The jeans were tight and her hips had the faintest hint of the curve that matched the pubescent progress of her breasts. It was the image of a girl just starting the slide into adulthood.

She had overdone the dark eye makeup in that way young girls tend to do, giving her an almost comical appearance. Even her damn lipstick was black. She was trying way too hard and was the spitting image of every girl I knew when I became a teenager.

“Hey Sarah…” I said after clearing my throat and sitting up.

“This sucks ya know.” She said, not moving. “Just ’cause you’re a loser and have to live with your mommy again, I gotta sleep on the couch whenever my mom bails now.”

“It’s my fuckin’ room, deal with it.” I growled. I already understood what mom meant when she said Sarah had developed and attitude.

She rolled her eyes and pushed off the doorway down the hall. “Fuckin asshole.” I heard her mutter as she walked away. It was said with the practiced art of being low enough for me to hear, but not loud enough to mom to understand.

“Ryan! Come help with dinner!” I heard my mom call out from the kitchen.

I gave a sigh and slid off my bed, rubbing my eyes as I moved down the hall into the living room. Sarah had slumped down on the couch in a heap of black, her face buried in her phone studiously, but her eyes flicked up to mine briefly as I passed by into the kitchen. It might have been my own imagination, but that look had the same feeling behind it as it did before I left. That awkward “we have a secret” sort of feeling.

Stepping into the kitchen, my mom pressed a large jar of spaghetti sauce into my chest.

“Heat this up. I need to make garlic bread.” She said, reaching for the large bread knife in the knife block.

I found a sauce pan big enough for the jar’s contents and went about dumping it in and turning the oven on wordlessly.

“Sarah say Hi to you?” mom asked.

“I guess you could say that.” I replied, digging around in a drawer for a wooden spoon.

“She kept asking if she could go wake you up every five minutes. She still likes you, Ryan”

“Calling me a loser and saying my hair was dumb is a hell of a way to show it.”

Mom slid the garlic bread out of the sleeve of paper and began slicing with a laugh “She’s almost 13, her mom is gone all the time and she’s left to her own devices. I think that’s about par for the course.”

“Diane is gone a lot, eh?”

Mom paused for a bit, the knife hovering over the bread. She frowned and looked over at me as I stirred the sauce. “I don’t like to think it… but I feel like Diane has given up sometimes. Sarah’s a handful. She’s in trouble at school, shuts herself in her room all the time and Diane says they’ve not talked properly in months.” She resumed cutting. “I can’t say it’s a problem with Sarah, though. What do you expect when you shuffle off your little girl to be raised by someone else most of her life.”

“Yeah… I guess it would lead to some problems. Does… does she act up with you?”

“Nah, not really. She mostly shuts herself in the room and sits on her phone. But she’s always been polite and did what I asked her to do. Homework, chores… that sort of thing.”

“She seemed like a brat to me…”

Mom put down the knife and turned to face me. “Ryan, I know you didn’t like spending time with her before. But she really does look up to you and she asked about you all the time when you were away. It would mean a lot to me if you tried to get to know her and try to be her friend. I don’t think she has many.”

“Mom, I…” I began to protest.

“Don’t start, Ryan. I… I need your help with this. Sarah practically lives here these days and you coming home is the first thing I’ve ever seen her excited about in years. She may not be my daughter… or your sister. But she may as well be at this point.”

She fixed me with what I always called “The look”. It’s that look all mothers have for their children that communicates a requirement phrased as a polite request.

The sauce was beginning to simmer in the pot as I stirred. “Yeah alright, mom. I’ll try.”

Chapter 3

Sarah sat across from me at the small kitchen table staring into her spaghetti, pushing the noodles around in the sauce with practiced boredom. Her straight black hair was pulled back behind her ears, showing off the smooth features of her face. Her big, blue eyes blinked occasionally, rimmed with too much eyeliner and mascara. But her cheeks burned bright red in contrast with her pale skin.

Mom asked me about potential job prospects and we talked while we ate. Sarah, sat in silence not contributing much at all until I mentioned my plans for the weekend when she asked.

“It’s Friday, so I thought I’d start looking on Monday. Guess I’ll just hang out and play my old X-box or something until then.”

“Can I watch?” Sarah suddenly spoke up. Her face not moving but her eyes looking up at me now.

“Yeeeeah? I guess. I mean, as long as you don’t start singing Justin Bieber songs at the top of your lungs” I joked.

“Justin Bieber is stupid…” she looked back at her spaghetti.

“You didn’t think so last time you sat in my room with me.”

“Yeah... well… whatever. I’m not a little kid anymore, ok? Gosh.” She stabbed at her plate and twisted her fork, spinning a massive ball of spaghetti into a bite and stuffing her face finally. It was the first bite she’d taken.

Mom gave me a small smile and Sarah seemed to relax a bit. But her eyes would flick to mine once in a while with that look. An almost questioning, seeking look.

When we were finished, mom asked that we do the dishes and clean up. This put Sarah and I in the kitchen together, me washing and her drying standing next to me. For the first time, I noticed how much taller she had grown, yet how small and waiflike her body was compared to mine. The top of her head only came up to my chest and her ears peeked through her dark hair that fell from her head in a shiny, black curtain. She was kinda cute.

We worked in silence for a bit. The only sound was the running of the sink and the sloshing of water until she spoke up.

“Dying Fetus” she said without looking at me.

To almost anyone else, that would seem entirely random and morbid to blurt out, especially from a 12 year old girl. But Dying Fetus was the name of one of the bands on a poster in my room. I was a total edge lord metal head… so of course I knew of the band.

“What about them?” I said, starting to fill the noodle pot up with soapy water.

“I like Dying Fetus. Not Justin Bieber.” She stated flatly.

“Well, that would explain your new look.” I said, reaching into the pot to scrub the bottom.

She didn’t say anything, but looked down and allowed her hair to cover her face completely. I could almost feel the waves of self-consciousness coming from her. With a sudden dawning realization, I understood she was self-conscious because of me.

“… I think it’s cool.” I added. A lie, but at least an understood lie.

Her head turned up towards mine and for the first time, I saw her smile a bit. Even through the heavy eyeliner her eyes brightened. “Cool.” She said and returned to drying off the sauce pan she’d been working on for the last five minutes that was already bone dry. As she wiped, she slowly seemed to inch closer to me, until her hip touched my upper thigh ever so slightly.

We finished up the dishes, our conversation slowly growing more frequent about different bands she liked. Not surprisingly, every band on a poster in my room she knew about, plus a few others. We talked about different albums, songs and what bands were “sell outs”, being successful only because of money backing them. The same sort of talk I used to value with my friends when I was deep into being a hardcore metal guy. It seemed a little petty to me now, but Sarah was clearly invested in it and at least we were talking.

She even laughed a few times. It tickled something in my brain to hear her giggles and genuine amusement because of our interactions. When she’d laugh, she’d lean into me more, putting her small weight against my side. It felt good.

We finished up the dishes and I headed to my room to waste the evening playing some games. As I sat down on my bed to flip on the TV and X-box, Sarah appeared in the doorway holding a backpack.

“Sooo… like. I need a place to put my clothes. Your mom throws a fit if I leave ‘em all over the place.” She said. My mom was never one to throw a fit about anything, but to an angsty 12 year old, everything was a fit.

“The bottom drawer is empty.” I said, pointing to the dresser that the TV sat on.

Sarah slid the pack off her shoulder and let it fall to the ground. After sliding open the drawer all the way, she unceremoniously dumped the contents into a pile and stuffed them down low enough with her Doc Martin clad foot to close. Before she did though, she removed what looked like a large shirt that was the ubiquitous black color of everything else. She chucked the backpack in a corner of my room and mumbled a “thanks” before leaving again with the shirt balled up in her hand.

I flipped through all my old X-box games and decided now was as good a time as any to start a replay of Skyrim. The escape of Tamriel seemed pretty good right about now. I powered on the console and opened the tray to pop the disk in. There was a disk in it already and I curiously took it out to see what it was.

It wasn’t a game CD. Instead it was an audio CD. A smile came to my face when I read the title.

“Justin Bieber” It was his latest release from last year.

So Sarah wasn’t quite the “I hate him” anti-Bieber she claimed to be. It was almost sweet how much of a front she was putting on with it. I put the disk into my sock drawer and decided I wouldn’t bring it up right away. Maybe I would later if we got friendly enough. She seemed a bit on edge with me and making fun of her probably wouldn’t be the best.

I slid the Skyrim disk into the tray and closed it, leaving the room while it booted up to go get one of the beers mom had in the fridge. The bathroom door was closed when I passed by and I could hear the sounds of the shower running inside. Mom was already perched in her bed with the latest gossip magazine and the TV on in her room. She called to me as I passed by.

“Sarah going to hang out with you?” she asked.

“I guess. I dunno. She stuffed her things in a drawer and took a shower.”

“Thanks, Ryan.” Mom smiled at me. “Don’t drink all my beer.”

With promises that I wouldn’t, I returned to my room. Quickly I changed into some basketball shorts and a tee-shirt before settling in on the bed to start my game. I hadn’t even gotten through the character creation screen before I heard the Bathroom door open. A moment later, Sarah appeared in the door to my room.

Her hair was damp, hanging tight and straight down to her chest over the bumps of her firm little breasts. Pulled back behind her ears, it lay on the oversized shirt she was wearing that hung to her knees, printed in the garish pattern of the grandfather of metal bands, Slayer. Her coltish legs were bare and her feet were covered in small ankle socks. The most startling change was her face however. Devoid of layers of makeup, her face took on a much more innocent and childlike appearance rather than the clownish attempt at looking like an edgy teen.

“You always stare like a creeper?” she grumbled as she walked by me, crossing her arms over her breasts shyly as she crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed with me, but on the opposite side. She dragged her backpack over and fished her phone out of a pocket.

“Sorry… you just look so different, is all.” I said only partially honest. When she leaned over to open her bag, the shirt she was wearing pulled tight over her ass. I could see the outline of her panties through the fabric.

“You mean like an ugly troll?” she huffed, dropping her pack and sliding backwards on the bed until she was propped up on my pillows behind me at the head of the bed.

I shrugged, not quite sure what to say other than “I don’t think you’re ugly…” before resuming the game, sipping from my beer occasionally.

I was just getting into the game itself, escaping from being held as a doomed prisoner when suddenly the tinny sounds of a death metal song played through phone speakers at full volume filled the room. Behind me, Sarah had decided she needed her own soundtrack.

I felt the bed jiggling and looked behind me. Sarah was throwing herself into a full on headbanging fit to the music. Her still damp hair was flailing about enough to occasionally whip against my back as she thrashed.

“YEEEAAAHHH” she growled and looked at me through her hair when her head came up with each thrash. Her growl was more of a kitten’s roar than the guttural scream you’d with such enthusiasm. I couldn’t help but smile at her. I also couldn’t help that seated cross legged as she was, I could see her panty clad crotch in exquisite detail. Even down to the crease between the lips of her sex where the fabric was pulled tight.

I tried not to look, but my eyes kept drifting down to that spot no matter how hard I tried. Just when I thought she would surely catch me, she suddenly flipped over on her front and began to thrash at the bed with her arms and legs, looking more like someone having a seizure than someone enjoying a song. This carried on for a bit, me awkwardly watching her until she seemed to tire. Slowing at first, then finally stopping to roll to her side, hitting pause on her phone to silence the cacophony as she did.

Panting with the effort, she smiled. “That’s SO much fun!” she breathed, “It makes me feel so much better.”

“My mom lets you blast that stuff?” I smiled, knowing my mother’s hatred for my own taste in music.

“Nah… she tells me to turn it down. I have to use earbuds.” She smiled and belly crawled on the bed to lay beside me with her head at the foot of the bed facing the TV. Her light weight rested against my leg and I could smell the shampoo drifting up from her head. “This game is too long.” She remarked. “I tried to play it once but I got bored before the wagon got to the castle thingy.”

“Well, you’re not the one playing it.”

“Well… You’re boring”

“Well… You’re a brat.”

“Well… You’re a dick.” She spat, her small feet kicked up behind her with a smart ass look on her face.

“Like you know what a dick is.” I said incredulously.

She instantly went quiet and looked away. “Pssh… do too.” she said quietly.

“How would you know? You got a boyfriend?”

She turned back to look at me with a glare. “No, just an asshole guy who jerked off, then kicked me out of his room after calling me a bitch!”

That awkward tension instantly returned between us. The only thing I could think to say was; “Yeah… sorry about that.”

She held her gaze for a moment then shrugged. “Whatever.”

“Why were you in my room that night anyways?” I asked, feeling like we could now talk about it.

Sarah didn’t say anything for a moment. Her cheeks suddenly flushed red and she couldn’t meet my eyes anymore. When she did speak, it was quiet and barely audible. “I just wanted to see you.”

“See me jerking off?!”

“No… not at first, I guess. I dunno. I used to sneak into your room all the time when you slept just so I could be in here with you and you not yell at me. I used to sit on the floor next to your bed and pretend we were playing games together, ya know. But that night I… I didn’t know what you were doing so I stayed to watch. I thought you knew I was there, honest! But then you yelled at me and called me a bitch.”

My heart unexpectedly melted at what she said. I imagined what it would be like to be so lonely and desperate for affection that sitting in the dark on the floor next to someone sleeping was the only way you felt like you could be close to someone. Any annoyance I felt at her presence before was replaced by guilt.

“Sorry. But you did see me doing something embarrassing, ya know. What do you expect? Besides,” I paused for a second, thinking about what I was about to say. “You were doing something naughty too.”

“S..shut up… whatever. I was a little kid then. It’s not like I knew anything. Not like… now.” She looked down over the edge of the bed, fidgeting with her darkened phone.

“Yeah, I guess. You’ve grown up a lot, though. Enough that I can say I like you.” I said, rocking against her in a friendly way. “You’re pretty cool.”

She didn’t change expression or brighten in the least. “You’re just saying that…”

“No, I’m not! I promise.”

She thought about it for a moment then gave me a smirk. “Prove it. Kiss me.”

“What?!”

“If you really like me, kiss me.” She said firmly. “That’s what guys do with girls they like, right?”

“Well… yeah but like…”

“But like what… you really don’t like me?” she said, her eyes looking up at me with a challenging expression.

I thought about it for a moment. In the end, I gave into the impulses I knew were wrong. Kissing her was probably opening a door up to something that I’d never be able to close again. But at the moment, I lacked the willpower to tell her no.

“Fine. I’ll kiss you.”

Sarah hopped up to her knees, bringing her face even with mine. With almost comical exaggeration, she pursed her lips and closed her eyes expectantly.

Leaning over, I pressed my lips against hers for a second, and then pulled away. It wasn’t much, but enough that I could taste the watermelon lip balm she had apparently put on. I waited for her reaction.

“Pshh.. that wasn’t a real kiss.” She said, her eyes opening and her shoulders slumping in the exaggerated manner of disappointment achievable only by young girls.

“That was a real kiss.” I mocked offense; my exaggerated insistence matched her own.

“I mean a kiss like someone really means it.” Her eyes came back to mine again. There was a hint of anxiety in them now.

She wanted a real kiss? Fine. What the hell…

I slid my arm around her thin, narrow waist and drew her close to me. She was so small and light in my arm I felt like I could crush her if I wasn’t careful. She licked her lips and I could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her small breasts pressed against me. She grabbed me by the shoulder to steady herself but didn’t have time to purse her lips up again before my mouth closed on hers once again.

Her breath jumped through her nose when my tongue brushed against her small lips, seeking out entrance to her mouth. Clumsily, she opened her jaw and thrust her own tongue out at mine with a whimper. It was more like she was sticking her tongue out at me rather than French kissing at first, the thought came into my head that this was probably her first deep kiss.

Sarah quickly got the hang of it though, and we kissed like that for a long moment. My tongue rubbed against her younger, smaller one with increasing dexterity as we made up our own movement and rhythm. Her breath became rapid as we went, her hips slowly gyrating against me punctuated by an occasional whimper into my mouth.

Her lips and tongue were so much smaller than mine, so delicate. The watermelon lip balm flavored our kiss and tinted the saliva we shared. Her darting, questioning tongue dragged its rough texture over mine before retreating, only to return over and over again in a swirling, circling dance. Finally, she pulled back.

We moved in unison to wipe the drool from our chins and I noticed my cock had become rock hard, jutting up from my lap and tenting my shorts out visibly. I too was breathing heavy. Kissing this 12 year old girl had just turned me on immensely.

Sarah gave whooshing breath. “Woah…” she said, looking at me dazedly, licking her lips again. “That was… something.”

“That’s what you meant, right?”

She didn’t say anything but instead gave a sudden beaming smile before flopping down beside me on her belly again, kicking her feet in the air with bent knees. “You’re still boring.”

Sarah contentedly lay beside me a while watching me play Skyrim. When I wanted to get more comfortable and switched to laying on my stomach, she’d took the opportunity to scooch against me, laying our bodies side by side.

Using her phone, she would occasionally play a song until I gave her some sort of approval or recognition before she’d move on.

“What about this one? You like this one?” she’d ask and let it play until I gave a nod, grunt or a “Yeah”. They were all bands I hand hanging up on the walls in my room, as if she was showing me how much she liked them too.

I was about 3 beers in and just opened my fourth when I had to pee.

“Be right back.” I said and paused the game, pushing myself up off the bed to a standing position beside it.

“Where ya goin?” she asked, looking up from her phone.

“Pee. You want to help or something?”

She wrinkled her nose at this and looked back to her phone. In the bathroom, I stepped to the toilet, lifted up the toilet seat and hauled my semi flaccid cock out. The prolonged, low key arousal I was having with Sarah’s warm body so close and affections had caused a good amount of precum to leak from my dick. Giving my shaft a little squeeze, another drop of the clear, slippery fluid emerged from the tip and slid down the head. I gave my dick a few pumps to smear it around and relish in the pleasurable sensation before trying to clear my mind and let things flow. I was feeling the beer now, and my thoughts of Sarah were turning lewd quickly.

I tried to clear my head, but my cock was already awake and stiffening rapidly. That kiss we shared had affected me more than I was willing to admit. It was more intimate and sexually charged than I thought it would be with someone so young. She was no longer that annoying bratty girl who I didn’t want to be around. Now she was a source of sexual tension… and admittedly, something I desired.

I’d never been attracted to kids, everyone knows how taboo it was and how reviled people who do sex acts with children are. Lord knows what my mom would think if she knew I’d stuck my tongue in Sarah’s mouth. But those thoughts did little to quell my cock’s need for attention right now. Knowing I’d never get to empty my bladder like this, I decided to empty my balls first.

As I moved towards the sink, the place where I would deposit my inevitable load of cum for convenience, the clothes hamper in the bathroom caught my eye. A devious bolt of lightning struck me then, and with my throbbing cock in my hand, I pawed through the hamper until I found the jeans Sarah had been wearing before her shower. Unfolding them, I found balled up inside… a blue pair of panties.

My heart was suddenly pounding, my fingers trembling as I pulled them up and out of the hamper. I was in both disbelief at myself for wanting to sniff a little girl’s underwear, but also turned on by the idea like I’d never been turned on before. I brought them to my nose and inhaled.

What felt like liquid arousal coursed into me with the scent of her most intimate parts. My brain lit on fire from the musky, moist smell that was unmistakably girlish, mixed with a slight tint of urine. My cock throbbed in my hand as I gave it barely three full strokes before the feeling of cum boiling up at it’s base caused me to turn towards the sink. But I didn’t need to. Not when I had the perfect receptacle to deposit my seed in my hand.

“Hnnnnggg” I grunted as my orgasm ripped through me with sudden ferocity. It came so fast that I barely had time to cover the end of my cock in Sarah’s used panties. A large, heavy glob of cum blasted from the purple, swollen head of my dick sticking through my fist and landed in the soft fabric. My toes curled and I let out a sigh as spasm after spasm did its job of scratching that itch for release. Semen quickly soaked her underwear, turning it into a dark, sticky mess.

After a brief period of standing there panting, I used her panties to wipe up and residual cum left on my dick and hand before carefully putting them back in her jeans. Mom would probably do laundry in the morning, and they would be dried by then. She’d probably not notice.

I was finally able to empty my bladder of beer and wash my hands. Opening the door to the bathroom and flicking off the light, I saw that my mother’s door was closed, a sign that she’d gone to sleep and I needed to be quiet for the rest of the night. Provided Sarah wasn’t still doing impromptu concerts from her phone, it should be easy enough. Maybe she’d be asleep or something. I felt like I was in the bathroom a long time.

Pushing open the door to my room from the hallway, I saw Sarah sitting up on my bed with her legs crossed. She had an air about her that was too jumpy, too forced casual.

“Hi!” she said, excessively chipper.

“What are you doing?” I asked with my eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“Nuffin. You took a long time to pee” she giggled and then flopped backwards, exposing herself from the waist down as the shirt bunched up on her belly. She put her feet flat on the bed and fanned her knees, letting me see her crotch in exquisite detail in the light of the bedside lamp each time her legs opened. The smooth joint of her inner thighs vanishing under the elastic band that covered her pussy was an incredibly forbidden and erotic site. Even if I had just blown my load, my cock groaned a throb of appreciation.

“You’re being a dork.” I told her, trying to ignore the preteen girl showing me her panty covered crotch and sat down on the edge of the bed to continue playing my game. I reached over to grab my beer from the dresser… I found it suspiciously light. It was, in fact, empty.

I stared at it for a moment before connecting the dots. I had just opened this before I went to the bathroom. The only possible explanation was that Sarah must have chugged it in the time I was in there. For a young girl her size, chugging one of these beers would get her a decent buzz. It was a strong IPA.

I turned and looked behind me. She still lay on her back with her head near the top of the bed. The black splay of her hair covered my pillows and blended it with the oversized shirt with the red Slayer logo emblazoned on her twin bumped chest. The shirt had pooled up at her waist as she fanned her bent and bare knees, holding her phone above her head looking at whatever she looked at all the time.

“Did you drink my beer?!” I asked her with surprise.

“Ya. So?” she said as if it was the dumbest question she’d been asked all week and never took her eyes from her phone.

“Dude! Tha fuck? You’re not supposed to drink beer! Mom will kill me if she finds out you drank it.”

Her arms flopped down to the bed on either side of her, the phone bounced out of her hand and slid between the wall and the bed. Appearing not to care or notice, she propped herself up on her elbows slightly and looked and me with an annoyed expression.

“Uh… then don’t tell her. Duh. You’re not gonna be a lameass about it, are you?” She gave me her best ‘are you stupid’ eye roll. “You made me drop my phone.”

She rolled over clumsily and reached down to the floor to retrieve her device. I watched her little, white, panty covered butt closely as she slid lower off the bed.

And lower…

Until she slid right off and landed in a convoluted heap in the space between the bed and wall with a squeak and a girlish giggle. “Halp!” she laughed. “I’m stuuuuck, Ryan!”

Great, I thought. I’ve got a drunk, 12 year old girl with a crush on me who’s barely dressed in my room. This is a felony in the making.

Her legs were flailing about in the air, thumping against the wall and making a racket. I moved quickly to pull her up by kneeling on the bed and grabbing her ankles, hauling her light weight up and onto the bed again easily so her legs were now on either side of my knees. However the dragging action caused her shirt to ruck up over her head, giving me a clear and close up view of her entire body from her feet to her neck as she came back into sight.

Her small, thin torso was perfectly smooth and pale with the exception of the two swollen globes of her budding breasts. Her quarter sized nipples were slightly puffy, darker than the rest of her body and raised above the grapefruit sized tits she bore. They looked incredibly soft and inviting.

“No! Augggh!” she squealed and fought to get her shirt pulled down again but it took her a few moments to do so. She rocked her hips side to side to get space under her back to slide her shirt down and I couldn’t help but stare at the writhing hips of her preteen body covered only by the white, faded cloth of her underwear right in front of me.

She was panting slightly with the effort and her small face was flushed with both alcohol and blood when she finally settled down. Her hair hung off the edge of the bed, her chest rose and fell with each large breath, her breasts visibly pushing her black T-shirt into tiny mounds.

“Kiss me again, Ryan” she smiled. “I wanna kiss youuuu.” She said, with the slightest slur of her words.

“Sarah… maybe you should go to sleep. I think that beer is messing with you.” I tried to suggest responsibly. My cock wasn’t helping matters. It was already hard again in my basketball shorts.

With surprising agility, she sat up quickly and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her whole body against me, her knees clamped on my sides.

“No! I wanna stay up and hang out. I’ll be quiet I proooomise!”

My arms wrapped around her body in a hug without thinking, my right hand lower on her back than my left, making it so I could feel the waistband of her panties under my fingers. She squeezed tighter against me, my cock to sandwiched between our lower abdomens. There was no way she couldn’t feel it. But she felt so nice in my arms, so small, light and vulnerable.

“Sarah…” I said quietly. “You’re drunk. You should go to sleep before…” I trailed off, unable to think of how to say ‘Before I molest you’ in a way that didn’t sound creepy.

“Before what, huh?” she said, pulling her face back so it was inches from my own. I could smell the beer on her breath now, mixed with that other smell that was so identifiably her. “Before you look at my boobs again?” Sarah gave her chest a wiggle, letting me feel them pressed against my chest.

“I didn’t mean to look at them, Sarah. You were the one to fall off my bed.”

“Ya you did. You’re a… you’re a fuckin perv. Your dick’s hard.” she slurred again, giving her hips a little wiggle against my stiff pole trapped between us with a smirk.

There was no sense in denying it, I thought. And if she’s going to be this crass about it I might as well play ball. “What do you expect when you’ve got your kitty smooshed against it?”

Her face flushed again and her mouth dropped open, as if she hadn’t expected me to reply with the same level of directness. “Do… do you wanna have sex with me then? Is that why?”

I sighed “It’s illegal, ya know. But… that doesn’t mean I don’t… like feeling you pressed against me like this.”

“You like feeling my… pussy?” She said pussy low and softly, like she was a bit uneasy saying it.

“I like feeling all of you.” I said, and gave her a squeeze with my arms. “But we shouldn’t have sex, even if you or I want to.”

She searched my eyes for a moment before saying; “Can we kiss again?”

I fought with myself internally for what felt like forever. I knew that if I kissed her again, I’d be giving in to something that I shouldn’t be doing at all. Not with a girl this young. Hell, I was already flirting with disaster letting her feel my throbbing cock against her crotch the way I was. I knew if I gave into her, there would be no telling where it would end.

But even as I struggled with myself, I pressed my lips against hers again, this time tasting the faint aroma of beer from her lips instead of the watermelon lip gloss. Her tongue eagerly shot out, seeking my own to once again dance and rub against. Our breath quickened as it grew into a full on makeout session, the heat from her crotch pressed against my dick grew as she began to writhe, rubbing her pussy on the hard shaft under my shorts.

My right hand slid under the hem of her shirt and stroked the bare flesh of her back that was small enough my hand practically covered it from side to side. She moaned into my mouth as my hand lowered and slid over the cheeks of her butt, the soft fabric of her panties the only thing between her flesh and mine. Before I realized what I was doing, I was helping her grind her little twat against my cock, relishing in the feel of her tiny body undulating against me.

Despite having blown a load thirty minutes ago in the sink, I already felt my balls beginning to tighten up, the first sign I was speeding towards another orgasm. All from just this little girl!

“Stop” I said, breaking the kiss and pulling back from her. “I’m gonna shoot it in my shorts if we don’t stop.”

Her mouth hung open, drool from both of us running over her small, thin bottom lip and over her chin. Sarah’s eyes were slightly unfocused as she tried to continue grinding her small pussy against me without my help. “More…” she whimpered, her right hand left my neck and plunged between us, rubbing against her pussy through the fabric of her panties.

“Sarah… we have to stop, ok? I don’t want –“

My words were cut off as her hand changed position to grip my cock through the thin material of the shorts I was wearing. I moaned from the contact, closing my eyes and feeling the last bit of resistance blow away.

“I wanna see it again, Ryan. Please? I promise I won’t tell anyone.” She pleaded. Her big eyes searching mine for affirmation.

Giving up on morality, decency and legality… I caved in to this 12 year old girl’s desires.

“I want to see yours too then.” I said, sliding my hand around from her butt to her hips, my thumb sliding over her thigh and coming to rest against her inner crease, less than an inch from her pussy and feeling the heat radiating from it. Her legs reflexively jerked as if trying to close, held open by my own body they were spread against.

“I… I’m not ready to have sex.” She said looking down at my chest at the admission now that she was faced with it. “I just want to see you do that thing you did again. You know… that made the stuff come out?”

“You mean jerk off?”

“Yeah.” She breathed, my thumb now grazed over her panties right above her crease.

“Don’t you want to feel good too?” I asked, bumping my forehead against hers gently, my thumb now pressing into her crease and I could feel the moisture and heat coming from her tiny slit.

She didn’t say anything, but nodded slightly against me.

“Have you ever made yourself feel good like that? Made yourself cum?”

Another nod.

“I promise I won’t try to have sex with you, Sarah. But we can make each other feel good like that instead, ok?” I whispered softly to her.

Again, she didn’t say anything but nodded a bit more confidently this time.

I gently put my hands on her waist and guided her to lie down on the bed, her feet on either side of my knees. Sliding my hands up her legs, I reached the waistband of her panties and hooked my fingers into them, giving a gentle tug. Sarah’s hands flew to mine and stopped me. Looking up into her face, she had a nervous smile.

“You first.” she said and gave a quivering short laugh.

Taking my hands away from her waistband I rose up on my knees over her and hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my shorts. Her eyes were fixated on the tented out front from the raging hardon concealed underneath.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked one last time.

She nodded twice and said “Ya” without taking her eyes off my crotch.

I pushed my shorts down, taking my boxers with them and exposed my throbbing six and a half inch cock to her. It jutted out sharply from my body at a 45 degree angle, swollen, red and shiny from precum. It bobbed with my heartbeat as I let her stare at it.

“There. You happy?” I said, wrapping my fist around it and giving it a squeezing pump. Another large glob of precum oozed from the tip and dripped slowly in a stringy ball down my fingers.

“Are you cumming already?” she asked, her eyes getting a bit wider, raising up to look closer at the dollop of precum running down my fist.

“No, that’s just stuff that comes out to make my dick slippery so it can slide inside a pussy.”

“Woah… really?” she said, looking up at me with amazement. “How does your dick know?”

“The same way your pussy knows. You get wet, don’t you?”

She looked down shyly, not able to meet my eyes. “I.. I guess.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Sarah. It’s pretty sexy when a girl is turned on and wet.” I said, slowly stroking my cock. Sarah’s eyes returned to my shaft and watched intently.

Silence descended, only broken by the shlicking noise my fist made as it slid up and down my penis. Sarah watched with rapt attention for a few moments before she fell back against the pillows, thrusting her fingers into her crotch and digging into the folds of her sex with a whimper.

“Can I see yours now?” I asked, letting my shaft go to bob above her with every thud of my heart. I didn’t realize it until then, but I was trembling a bit from the excitement of doing such a lewd act with this little girl. Sarah nodded slightly, turning her head to the side and drawing her hands up to her chest in anxious, loose fists.

“Just… don’t laugh at me…” she said meekly. “I don’t have a buncha pubes yet… not like other girls at school.”

The comment caught me off guard in the moment. All I could say was “What?”

“All the girls make fun of me ‘cause I’ve only got a few. They call me babycunt.” She kept her head turned, her eyes closed with burning cheeks of embarrassment.

Something about her words and body language doused me like a bucket of cold water. Her anxiety about letting me see her reminded me that she was a very insecure little girl who was in way over her head right now. And probably a little drunk. Reason and sanity returned with this realization and I decided this had gone far enough. I pulled my shorts up and lay down next to her, pulling her into a spoon with one arm wrapped around her stomach.

“I’m sorry the girls at school are mean to you.”

“I don’t care…” she gave a sniff. “They’re stupid anyways.”

“We’ll stop. You don’t have to show me yours if you don’t want to, ok?” I said after a few moments of silence, giving her stomach a little pat as I did.

Sarah didn’t say anything for a long while and I left it at that. We lay in silence, me just enjoying the feel of her small body pressed against me. My cock had remained defiant for a while, insisting that it get the attention it wanted, but eventually flagged and gave up, reducing to a half hard lump of flesh pressed against Sarah’s thighs.

Somewhere in that time, the combination of the beer, her warm, comfortable presence and the day’s travel home caused me to slip into a snooze again. I barely remember feeling Sarah pulling at the comforter before I slipped under.

Chapter 4

It was the gentlest of shaking, but it was enough to wake me up from the sleep I hadn’t realized I’d dropped into.

Opening my eyes, my room was dark and the comforter that had been kicked off the bed during Sarah’s flailing about earlier was now laying over me. I was on my back, how I normally sleep, and I could feel the warm presence of Sarah still beside me in the bed. Her elbow was slowly rubbing against my arm gently in a repeated manner, a motion universal to only one act done under the sheets in the cover of dark. A barely audible sigh followed by and even quieter wet, squishing sound confirmed my suspicions.

Sarah was masturbating next to me.

My cock instantly roared to life at the fact of a preteen girl rubbing her pussy inches away from me. I wanted to let her know that I was awake somehow, but rather than say something to startle her, I moved to gently place my hand over the one buried in her crotch. She froze as soon as I moved and when my hand closed over hers, she didn’t breathe.

In the darkness, under the covers, I slowly began to use her hand to rub her pussy, directing her fingers with my own on top. She didn’t protest or resist, instead, she let out a large breath and spread her legs a bit wider to give room for the larger hand that now occupied the same space.

It was a bit awkward with my left hand, but soon we fell into a rhythm, me pushing her smaller middle finger between the folds of her pussy and into the warm, wet interior of her sex. Each time I curled our fingers to rub over her tiny button, her leg gave a small twitch against mine and I could feel the muscles in her inner thigh contract against the edges of my hand. After a long, slow couple of minutes, Sarah let out a whimper and quickly pulled her hand out from under mine, letting me feel her completely with my fingers.

Her small pussy was sopping wet, heat from her body radiated into my hand as I gently parted her soft crease and dipped my finger into her inner folds. I could just make out the fine texture of a few soft hairs around her lips, but otherwise her sex felt smooth and hairless under my palm. Sarah’s back arched and she tried to spread her legs even further for me, begging me without words to show her what I wanted to do. Her right hand slid over and pawed at my crotch under the blanket, finally finding my cock again and giving it a tentative squeeze.

Giving in completely to the situation, my right hand pulled down my shorts to free my throbbing cock from its confines, then I rolled over on my left side to face her. Sarah’s small, right hand found my now freed member quickly and clumsily stroked it as it lay across her palm. My right hand, plunged back between her legs under the covers and went to work on her small, soaking wet preteen pussy.

“Ah!” she cried out. Her small, high pitched voice filled with sexual emotion.

“Shh.. Sarah. My mom can’t hear us.” I whispered.

She nodded and turned to face me, her hot breath against my lips, inviting me to kiss her again. And I did, just as my index finger found her tiny clit and began to circle it. Sarah whimpered into my mouth, her breath puffing out my cheeks as our tongues interlaced with each other. Slobber leaked out around the inexperienced seal her tiny mouth created with my own and moistened our lips and cheeks.

Slipping my finger down from her clit, I found the tiny entrance to her vagina. It was oozing with a wet heat and the rim of it seemed to suck at my finger. It was so small it felt as if my middle finger would barely fit. With gentle pressure, I eased the tip into her hole and I felt her tense up instantly. I stopped, letting her get used to the sensation before pressing in again.

Sarah gripped my cock tightly and tensed once more, her legs half closing on my hand. She broke our sloppy kiss and shook her head slightly.

“N.. not yet. Please…” she whimpered in a small voice. “I don’t.. I just…”

“Ok.” I whispered back and slipped my middle finger from her entrance, drawing the goopy, slick lubrication from her cunny up through her folds back to her clit. She sighed and relaxed into me, her hand once again stroking my cock.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered back.

“It’s ok. We’ll make each other feel good without doing that.”

She moved her head up and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you gonna cum?”

“Yeah. Your hand feels really good.”

“Can I watch?”

“Yeah. I want to make you cum first though.”

Precum had slicked her hand up nicely and my shaft fairly slid through her fingers with little resistance. The feeling was starting to build at the base of my cock and I knew I needed to get her off soon or I’d probably derail her orgasm with my own. I was beginning to thrust my hips involuntarily through her fingers, speeding up the impending explosion.

“Ok.” Was all she said so I doubled my efforts on her clit again, sliding my other arm under her neck to cradle her body as I built her up to an orgasm.

Sarah’s small frame began to twitch each time my finger circled her rubbery clit. Her breathing became faster, broken by intermittent periods of her holding her breath and clenching. The twitches became more pronounced and I sped up the strumming of her body, egging her on towards that great release I knew waited for her.

She forgot how to stroke my cock and now just held it, squeezing it with ever increasing force as the tension in her pussy built, each second ticking away, adding to the mounting pressure. One final gasp, and the only sound for the next few seconds was the wet, sloppy sound of my finger squishing around in her sex juices under the covers.

Then the dam broke, and Sarah uttered a long, shuddering “Uhhhhhhhggggg” as her body convulsed in my arms. Her legs flopped under the covers, sending the strong, wafting scent of her arousal up to my nose that had been building under the blanket this whole time. Her left arm clamped around my neck, and her right hand squeezed my cock as tight as she could as mewling sounds escaped her throat against my neck with every spasm that rocked her tiny, preteen body.

Finally, after a long period, she went limp and still except for her ragged breathing, still hitching at increasingly longer intervals as aftershocks jolted through her. My finger, still lodged in the folds of her sex, could feel the clenching with each of these aftershocks. An experimental rub on her clit caused her to jump and slam her legs shut.

“N.. no more… nuh… nu…” she panted. “Holy shit… holy shit… holy shit…” She whispered this like a mantra.

Pulling my hand from between her legs, I couldn’t help but bring it to my nose to inhale the intense aroma of her little girl sex and slip my finger into my mouth to taste her. It was lovely.

Sarah lay there motionless catching her breath for several minutes. Her whispered mantra of “holy shit” had ended and now she was just breathing deeply. I could make out a satisfied smile on her face in the light of the street lamp coming through the curtains. Wrapping her arm around my neck again, she pulled my face down to hers and kissed me, but this time with slow intensity instead of the urgent exploration like before.

When she let go, she exhaled deeply. “That… was… intense.”

“Yeah?”

“I never feel like that when I do it. I mean… Not that big. Holy shit…” she repeated her new mantra.

I rolled onto my back, slipping my arm out from under her and relaxing into the bed again. Sarah followed my movement to stay close, rolling to her side and placing her head on my chest. Her arm draped across my lower stomach just above where my still rock hard member ended. I couldn’t help but stroke her hair affectionately. How could you not in a situation like this?

“Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” she asked quietly. I wasn’t really ready for that question and it brought a whole host of other discussion to mind regarding what we were doing.

“I… Uh…” I fumbled, not really sure what to say. But Sarah unexpectedly started laughing.

“Hahaha… you’re a fuckin moron. I’m not a dummy, Ryan. I know we can’t be ‘cause laws n stuff. I just wanted to see what you would say.”

“Pssh…” I secretly relaxed more than I was willing to admit, “Brat.”

“Hey, is that anything to say to a girl you just stuck your finger in?”

“No, it’s something I say to a girl I just gave a massive orgasm to.” I replied, giving her hair a gentle tug to emphasize the point.

“Shut up…” she said and suddenly remembered my cock. With little fanfare, she flipped the comforter off my waste and grabbed my shaft with her left hand, pulling it up and away from my stomach to examine it closely from her vantage point. She rested her right cheek on the back of her right hand and lay on my stomach to get comfortable.

“So how long does it take?” she asked, awkwardly stroking my dick and trying to get used to the way it reacted.

“I guess it depends.” I told her, shifting my hips and body to give her a little more stable platform to work on.

“On what?”

“How horny I am or what I’m doing, I guess.”

“Do you cum fast when you have sex?” Sarah inquired as she moved in to examine the head of my penis closely, using a finger to pry open the piss slit at the end.

“I.. I guess? I only did it once.”

She dropped my cock and raised up to turn her head to face me, her hair getting in the way before she brushed it behind her ear. “Ha! You’ve only had sex once? What a loser.”

“Hey!” I said defensively, “Like you’ve any room to talk.”

“I’m fuckin, TWELVE dumbass. What’s your excuse?”

Knowing I was going to lose this argument of logic to a young girl, I relented. “Whatever… just haven’t found someone to do it with a lot.”

Satisfied with her victory, she returned to her examination of my cock. She experimented with different angles and ways of holding it and stroking it with her small hand, Some more pleasurable than others. Her fingers only wrapped around its circumference about three quarters of the way so it would slip from her grasp easily and land against my stomach with a light slap.

“What does it feel like when you cum?” Sarah had now turned her exploration to my balls, fondling them a bit too roughly until I cautioned her to be gentle.

“I dunno… like… a big, clenching bolt of electricity that shoots out from my dick through my whole body, then sucks back into it to explode when my jizz comes out.” I said. I’d never really tried to verbalize what an orgasm feels like.

“Huh.” She said plainly, now running her fingers through my pubic hair, tugging at them gently as if testing to see if they stretched. “That’s kinda what mine feels like too, I guess. ‘cept more in my stomach. Have you ever tasted it? I see girls in porn do it all the time. Looks gross.”

“Yeah. I have a couple times. It’s not really much of anything. Just kinda… like salty snot, I guess.”

“Ewww.” She sneered. “Why do they do it?”

“’Cause some girls like it, I guess.”

Sarah’s grip returned to my shaft now and she began to stroke slowly, squeezing it when it got to the tip each time. “It’s so spongy at the end!”

I groaned at the sensation of her tiny hand squeezing me. “Yeah.. it’s the most sensitive spot too. Kinda like your button.”

She gave an acknowledging grunt at this, concentrating now on stroking my dick as I guided her occasionally on how tight or fast she should go. She learned quickly and the urge to cum was building quickly now.

“Sarah… honey… I’m getting close.” I breathed, stroking the back of her head in encouragement.

“Kay…” was her only reply and kept at it. With her head blocking my view, I couldn’t see anything so I closed my eyes and let my orgasm build and flow through me. The point of no return was coming quickly and I moaned aloud when it hit me like a freight train.

“Oh god… Sarah…. I’m gonna cum… “ I groaned, feeling the plumbing behind my cock shift gears and begin the spasms that would send my jizz rocketing from the end of my stiff penis in the next few seconds.

My hips rose, my feet pointed down involuntarily and my whole body clenched up tight just before the first blast of semen ejected from my throbbing cock. I heard Sarah give a squeak but I was lost in the pleasurable feelings radiating out from between my legs. She’d stopped stroking after the first blast, so reflexively I grabbed it with my free hand, partially wrapped around hers, and finished milking my cock until it was over. Cum pooled down my fist and her fingers into a puddle at the base of my shaft. I could feel its warm wetness on my stomach, too.

“Ryan… gahh…” Sarah squeaked and turned towards me.

Her face was streaked with two large globs of cum. One just above her left eye, running down over her closed eyelid and the other right under her nose. Glistening cum coated her lips and chin.

“Heh… you got a facial.” I said, trying not to laugh.

She was holding her mouth open in a disgusted grimace. “It’s on my lips!” she said awkwardly, “And up my nose!”

“It won’t kill you… It’s just cum, dude.” I tried to reassure her, reaching down under the sheets to find my shorts to at least wipe her face with.

I watched Sarah slowly close her mouth and slip her tongue out, her expression the same as a young child bracing for something they think is going to be loud or hurt. She gathered a tiny amount of cum from her lip and drew it into her mouth. A moment passed where she smacked her lips together slightly, one eye screwed shut and covered with cum, the other looking at me for reassurance.

“It doesn’t taste like much.” She mumbled through cum covered lips and took a bigger taste. “Well.. maybe like, a little of something.”

“It’s not too bad though, right?” I tried to be positive. Even though I didn’t have a desire to put cum in my mouth, part of me wanted her to like it.

“Nah… still gross as fuck though when it’s on your face!” she frowned.

I handed her my shorts. “Here, wipe your face off.”

She quickly got the cum from her face, then used the shorts to get the majority off her hand that had been wrapped around my spurting cock. She sat up next to me, wadding the shorts up before setting them on the bed. I thought she was going to go to the bathroom to properly wash her face, but instead she bent down to inspect the pool of cum in my pubic hair, the one semen smeared eye still half closed. Sarah dipped a finger into the puddle and squished it around for a moment before testing the feel of it with her thumb.

“It smells. I can smell it. It’s like… kinda bleachy.”

“Mmhm.” I agreed. Watching a 12 year old girl play with your cum she help produce is a hypnotic sight.

Her small frame bent again, but this time she dug under the comforter in a move I recognized as her searching for her panties she’d slipped down before this whole encounter started. Wiggling them back on, she got out of bed and wordlessly quick shuffled out of the room.

I had a few moments to lay there alone and ponder what had just happened. I had without a doubt just committed a crime by masturbating a 12 year old and having her jerk me off. There was no small amount fear associated with that but it was a disconnected fear. A far away fear. A different list of questions and concerns were running through my head instead.

What was my relationship with Sarah going to be after this? Would she act differently towards me? Would mom find out? These were the questions that seated themselves prominently in my mind as I used my already cum streaked shorts to mop up the cum from myself just before Sarah returned. I got out of bed and stood naked from the waist down in front of her. Sarah surveyed me.

“It’s not hard anymore…” she remarked.

“Yeah… that’s what happens after a guy cums.”

“Oh.” She said simply enough, her eyes taking in my semi flaccid penis for a moment longer before she looked up at me with tired blue eyes like she was waiting for something.

“I need to clean up too.” I said and moved past her, unsure of what else to do.

I cleaned myself up and emptied my bladder again, returning to my room still half naked to find Sarah had curled up in my bed with the covers pulled tight to her chin. Fetching a clean pair of boxers from my dresser, I put them on then slid in beside her small, curled up body.

I wanted to tell her that she couldn’t sleep here. My mom would surely freak out if she discovered Sarah and I in here sleeping in the morning. But I also didn’t want her to leave. Her warm, small body was inviting and comforting. She bumped her butt against my hip in a sign she wanted to snuggle. Rolling to my side, I spooned her once again, this time sliding my hand directly on her chest to cup her half grapefruit sized breast under her shirt. She gave a contented sigh.

“I know I can’t sleep here. Your mom will find out.” She said quietly. A relief washed through me that I wouldn’t have to kick her out unwillingly.

“Yeah… Mom can’t find out about any of this.”

“She won’t. I promise.”

“Thanks.”

We lay there for a few moments, me enjoying the close feeling of her body against mine. I could still smell the faint trace of her sex smell in her hair. A sweet, musky ghost of a smell underneath the scent of her shampoo.

“Ryan…” she said after a long while.

“Yeah?”

“Was I good?” she asked.

“You were great.”

Sarah gave another sigh and wiggled her tiny butt against me. “Cool.”

After another long period of silence, Sarah heaved a huge sigh. “The couch sucks.” She said, and flipped the covers off of her, untangling herself from the warm embrace we lay in.

“Yeah… Wish you could stay. You’re pretty comfy.”

She looked back at me and smiled. “You are too.”

“G’night Sarah.” I smiled back at her.

“G’night.”

She left, closing the door on her way out, leaving me alone in a bed that now smelled of her youthful essence. It was a long while before I fell asleep.