MOVING WEST; CHAPTER 2
THE NEW HOME Our hero meets an unusual girl. No sex, solo
It was good that my cousin and I had put our jockeys back on and covered with a quilt after our activity. It was just barely light when my Dad came into our little enclave and shook me awake. It felt like I had just gone to sleep but he insisted that I get moving to get an early start. My cousin was still asleep when I pulled on my Levi’s and stumbled into the house for a short shower. My aunt was up, in her bathrobe, putting out sausage and pancakes. I could only eat a little being more sleepy than hungry and my Dad was pushing to leave.
As we gathered up I slipped back out to the yard and roused my cousin just enough to say goodbye. Only half awake he raised up enough to throw his arms around me in an uncharacteristic hug. I hugged him back and we just held each other for a minute, with neither of saying anything. We didn’t need to.
I slept across the half of Missouri and much of Kansas in the back seat of our loaded down station wagon. Freeways were being built but few in this area were finished. So the roads, the loaded car and my Dad’s prudence on the highway made it a long trip. Unable to make it all the way to Colorado we spent the night in a small town motel and were off again early the next day. We could see mountains in the morning and were in them by afternoon finally arriving in the small community that would be our new home.
It was one of a group of small towns in the foothills of the Rockies close to, but not part, of the Denver area. It was an older town, having its roots in farming and supply to the mining industry. It hadn’t grown much in a number of years until the small engineering company that had hired my Dad had landed a big government contract for control systems. Even so it didn’t create a major boom. They only developed and tested the systems at this facility. They couldn’t say what they designed was for and the manufacturing was done elsewhere. Everyone assumed it was for guided missiles, the new deal in the military.
My parents had picked a nice brick bungalow in an older neighborhood that was nice and like many of the other homes in the area. The town was much smaller than the St. Louis suburb we had come from but still a good sized community and there was a lot of growth in the region.
We spent another night in a motel since our furniture would not arrive until the next day. My Dad always chose low budget motels which usually meant I slept on a roll away in the same room. But this one was kind of a cabin and had an adjoining room. The night before I was too tired to care, but the second day on the road had allowed me to recall the episodes with Marion and my cousin and had renewed my depleted hormones. I was horny again and welcomed a little privacy in the bathroom and bed to jack off.
The furniture came the next day and most of it fit in the new place. It would undergo changes when my Mom got settled. By the week end we were fairly well organized. As was our custom when Sunday rolled around we were off to church. It was the same moderate Protestant denomination we had attended in St. Louis, so the hymns and liturgy were much the same and after the service people gathered in the social hall for coffee, punch and cookies. There was the usual bevy of young kids attacking the cookies, and a few groups here and there in different age groups. I noticed a few kids my age grouped together but they seemed to dissolve quickly.
We were immediately snagged by a couple that I had heard Dad talk about. Fred and Arlene had come from the Midwest as we had. Fred worked for the same company and was actually involved in getting my Dad hired. Arlene was tall, maybe two inches taller than Fred, obviously younger and was a total character. She liked to laugh, pulled us around introducing us to everyone, and in minutes made us feel at ease. She had already planned to have us for dinner and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
As the adults chatted I stood to the side and sort of glanced around the room. I had seen a couple of good looking girls in the choir and a couple of others but most seemed to be older than me probably in high school. Looking across a group of younger girls I noticed one that was at least a head taller than any of the others. While the group was predictably noisy and giggly this girl seemed more subdued. Looking in that direction again the tall girl was looking my direction and for an instant our eyes met. I knew in an instant there was something different about this girl.
We both looked away and then back and just at that time Arlene turned and waved toward the girl.
“I want you meet my daughter,” Arlene announced. The tall girl waved back and turned to say something to her friends and came toward us. Since it was now obvious who she was I didn’t feel as cautious about looking at her as she approached.
I couldn’t tell right away how old she was. Besides being tall she seemed to act older than the others. Her hair was sort of auburn color cut in a short version of a page boy that curled slightly around her ears and she was tan. She was wearing a yellow short sleeved dress that was that was fitted enough to show well defined almost boyish shoulders and arms but nothing in the way of breasts. But the feature that had struck me before were her eyes. They were somewhere between green and blue, and were sizing me up as I was doing to her.
“This is my daughter, Katie,” Arlene announced, introducing my parents to her and then me, “Katie this is Tom.” There was an uncomfortable minute when we weren’t sure if we should shake hands or not. Then our eyes met again and a little smile told me she was thinking the same thing I was.
Katie’s going to be in the sixth grade,” her mother continued, “and Tom you’ll be in ninth?” I nodded.
We drove right to Fred and Arlene’s house which I discovered was only a few blocks from ours one street over. I left my jacket and necktie in the car and we were shown into the living room. Arlene was directing traffic. Fred and my Dad had parked outside on some lawn chairs and my Mother was already trying to help in the kitchen.
“It’s going to be a little bit while I finish up dinner, so you kids can play some games if you want. But first Katie you need to get that dress off.” Then she got an amused look, “Tom can wait out here,” then she chuckled a little, “unless you want him to help,” and laughed again.
“Mom!” There was a twinge of embarrassment on Katie’s face as she turned toward her room to change.
In a few minutes she emerged wearing a crisp white blouse and a pair of loose fitting tan shorts. She leaned on the arm of the couch where I was sitting and sort rocked back and forth a little.
“So do you want to play a game or something?” she inquired.
I wasn’t all that excited about games and particularly ones that little girls would play. But I knew I was expected to be polite so I responded in the positive.
“We can go in my room so the parents won’t bug us.”
As I followed I couldn’t help but notice the girl’s long tanned legs. They were slim and coltish as you would expect but not knobby and gangly. The muscle tone from the top of her white anklets to beneath the cuff of her shorts suggested some athletic experience. She was slim but her hips showed signs of feminine width and the promise of a waistline. I caught myself wondering what she would look like naked.
“Wait! Hold on! Stop!” I thought. What was I doing looking at a girl her age? She couldn’t be more than ten or eleven. Marion, Bill’s sister was younger than me. But she was at least a year older than this girl. Besides she was an early bloomer with tits and pussy hair. This girl obviously had no tits and I doubted if she had the other. I shook my head to clear it as we entered Katie’s doorway.
It was typical of what I expected a little girls’ room to look like. I had only seen a few. There was the expected pink and lace, and a herd of stuffed animals. The floors were hardwood with a big hooked rug in front of a twin bed. There was a wooden rocking chair on one side of the rug and an older portable TV set on a wire stand with rollers. The room was surprisingly orderly and fairly large for a kids’ bedroom. There was a variation from the feminine trim on one wall. Several tennis rackets were in a rack and were surrounded by skiing posters.
They array of games that Katie produced from shelves in a closet was surprising. There were board games and card games and all seemed to be for older teens or adults. We sat on the big rug some rules were explained and then I discovered later that Katie’s favorite thing to do was trap someone in a game and thoroughly trounce them which she commenced to do with me.
As I tried to summon some competitive determination we chatted briefly, getting acquainted, about school and other general things. She was taking tennis lessons and had started skiing last winter. Her best friend, Gina, lived a couple of blocks from here toward our house and her friend Brian lived a block further. She didn’t come across like the typical giggly sixth grader. She offered a little about herself and friends and then asked me about mine.
We were moving around on the rug and I couldn’t help but glance at Katie’s legs. When she moved around the cuffs of her shorts would shift and I would get a quick glance even higher up her thigh. I could never see as much as I wanted to. Even though I was cautious I think she caught me looking once but didn’t react. Guys my age were always paying attention to girls’ boobs. They attracted my interest, too. But this girl’s legs more than made up for her lack of chest growth.
We were called to dinner, exchanged pleasantries and returned home to continue unpacking. I must have been in the throws of excessive hormones because that night I had a blurry montage of dreams. I was trying to get Marion to let me fuck her while my cousin and his friends happily took turns with each other. In my frustration I pulled my cousin away and buried my dick in his backside. As I vigorously fucked him Katie was at her bedroom door in her underwear beckoning to me. But I couldn’t stop. I was getting too close to coming. I was coming. I woke just as my balls emptied a load in my pajama bottoms. I hadn’t had a wet dream in a long time. What was happening?
The next week I helped my Mom putter around the house unpacking and moving things. On Friday my mom answered the door and it was Katie. She had ridden her bike over to ask if we wanted to on a picnic in the mountains on Saturday. Mom said she thought that would be fun and commenced to call Arlene to make arrangements. Her look indicated that I was to entertain Katie for a few minutes. So I invited her to see my room. She was in shorts and a tee shirt, her usual white ankle socks and sneakers.
While our moms talked on the phone Katie made conversation looking at some little league trophies, and a few models that had survived the move. My room was smaller than hers but I had a bigger bed. At my suggestion she slipped off her sneakers and hopped up on my bed and started making quiet conversation. I got the feeling that she had seized an opportunity to come over. I sat on the bed with her and as we talked she folded and unfolded her legs under and around her. Her shorts were loose fitting and shorter than I had seen her in before and her movement gave me an occasional glimpse of pink cotton under her shorts.
Before this in our old house I never would have thought my mom would approve of my entertaining a girl of any age in my bedroom or on my bed. But for some reason she didn’t seem to have a problem with Katie. In fact she seemed to think it was cute and later, teased me about being an adopted “big brother”. When she got off the phone she offered us cookies and lemonade and sort of encouraged Katie to stay awhile. She did and we talked and I was actually enjoying it until her mother called to tell her to come home.
We were new to the mountains so with Fred as a guide we all piled in my dad’s station wagon and headed out. It was a little crowded with six of us. The ladies sat in the back seat with Katie in the middle while I was sandwiched between my dad and Fred. We immediately recognized the need for different arrangement on the way back.
We found an empty picnic table in a popular canyon and Katie and I wandered around while the grown-ups put the lunch together. There were a few little trails and we walked a few yards away out of site of the others but still in earshot. We stopped next to an outcropping of rocks and a fallen tree. Katie picked up a piece of a branch and leaned against the rocks. She had been kind of quiet.
“So did you have a lot of girlfriends in Missouri?” she asked, breaking a short silence.
“No not really. Girls don’t seem to like me that much.” I hoped that wasn‘t really true but hadn’t had much success in that area so far.
“I bet a lot of girls liked you but just didn’t let you know,” she mused.
I though briefly about a couple of girls that had openly flirted with me that I blew off and ignored and it occurred to me she might be right.
“How about you?” it was my turn to ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No. Most boys my age don’t like me. They say I’m an Amazon ‘cause I’m so much taller that any of them. Any way my dad says I’m too young to have a boyfriend. So I just have this one regular friend, Brian. And now he and my best friend Gina are going steady. Her dad doesn’t care, I guess. But if I had a boyfriend it would have to be secret. My dad is kind of old fashioned.”
About that time we heard a call from the area of the picnic table and settled in for a typical outdoor lunch. After eating Katie and I wandered around a little more, talking about one thing and another and eventually leading back to other boys and girls.
“You’ll have to meet my friend Gina,” Katie interjected. “She lives over closer to you. All the boys like Gina. She’s cute and she’s already growing tits. Boys always like girls with tits.” She paused a moment eyeing me sideways to judge my reaction to what she had said. I was a little surprised at the comment but in no way wanted to show it. So she continued.
“There’s this one girl that was in my class last year. She started growing ‘em really early and they got kinda big. The bratty boys were always trying to feel her up and when she started wearing a bra they would snap her strap” Then she lamented that it would probably be a while before she grew any.
I was surprised at the topic at the topic of conversation. Not knowing exactly what to say, I offered a fourteen year old worldly observation that people developed at different rates, before I could offer a Jr. High version of human development she gently cut me off informing me that she know all about that stuff, “puberty and sex and everything.” Before I could expand the conversation, we were called from the picnic area. It was getting late and we were starting back.
By the time we reached the car it had been decided that three in the front was too crowded and that I would sit in the back of the station wagon. When it was determined that the picnic supplies took up too much room, I was directed to the back seat. The only solution was for Katie to sit on my lap. There were a variety of cute comments from the adults, bringing a little blush from Katie. But it didn’t deter her from adapting to the situation. I wonder if our parents ever realized what they started.
I sat next to a window in the back and Katie sat across my knees on an angle not quite facing the window. I was wearing cut offs and Katie was in a pair of shorts so immediately her bare legs made contact with my bare thighs. At first Katie sat stiffly. But in a couple of miles she began to relax and we were both more comfortable. The only way to keep her from sliding off my lap was to wrap my arms around her and hold on. One arm was across her lap with one hand holding on to her thigh. The other almost touched it from behind her firm bottom.
From almost the instant that I felt her skin in my hand and on my leg, I sprang a hard on. As we leaned and jostled on the windy road Katie’s firm right butt cheek pressed into it more and she had to able to feel it. At a series of slow curves she rocked a little causing me to slip my hand a little tighter on her thigh and I could swear she pushed against it. Another curve and a little more pressure confirmed she could feel it. I decided to experiment a little and flex my hips just a little. She responded by pressing back. The rest of the way home we were being as cool as possible not wanting the moms in back seat to notice anything. With each curve I would press my boner into her and she would press back. I stealthily moved the fingers on my right hand under her naked thigh without drawing attention. I so wanted to slip hand between those thighs and had it been darker might have dared. With every mile it seemed I could fell electricity running through us.
When we emerged from the canyon we had to cool it some but I was still getting hornier by the minute and was afraid I might cream my pants. Mercifully the trip didn’t last much longer. We arrived at Fred and Arlene’s house to drop them off. As we all started to get out to unload some things, Katie opened the door and, as she started to get up she put a hand on my thigh perilously close the bulge in my pants and pushed herself up. When she was out she turned and gave me a quick but knowing little smile before waving and disappearing into the house.
When we got home I could barely stand to get out of the car from the stiffness and rushed to the closest bathroom. I hope my parents would just assume my need to empty my bladder but it was another set of glands that really needed relief. I pushed my shorts to the floor and grabbed my rigid dick. It only took few strokes before I pointed my unit down and spurted several drops of boy come into the water. A few minutes later I had softened enough to pee. Mom and dad didn’t seem to notice my plight so I retreated quietly to my room.
That night, lying in bed I couldn’t help thinking about Katie; having my arms around her; touching her, getting a hard on. “What was the matter with me?” I wondered, “She’s only a little kid isn’t she? Boys in my old school would have teased me mercilessly for showing an interest in girl that much younger than me. But she was a girl and we seemed to connect and I was well into my teens and still a virgin. But there was no way she’d be interested in that, right?” I tried to dismiss thoughts of sex with such a young girl but finally hammered my pent up boy come into a sock before drifting off to sleep.
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