I sat on the floor near the door and brought my knees up, looking casual but hiding my rekindled erection.I sat on the floor near the door and brought my knees up, looking casual but hiding my rekindled erection. "Shoot," I said, trying to sound totally at ease. "Well, um. I was wondering... Well, if you don't want to tell me it's OK, but..." "Ask away, Kelli. You've seen everything I have to hide already." She laughed embarassedly into her hand. "Um, well. I have seen a guy's... thing... three times. And, well, I just wondered how come when you wear pants it doesn't, like, show. Like a tent. You know... poke out, like..." She thought men were in a perpertual state of erection since she'd only seen dicks when they were hard. Sorry to have to break the bad news to you kid... "Well," I said, "a man is not always hard. Most of the time it just sort of... hangs there." She giggled. "Oh. Really? Well, then... but... uh... I don't know. I mean, how does it... um...." She obvioulsy wanted to know what made men hard, but was too shy to ask. I held up my hand. "It's like this. When a guy gets aroused - sexually excited, like when your babysitter and her boyfreind were fooling around on the stairs - then the guy gets hard, like you saw." "It... _get's_ hard?" "Sure. Just sort of swells up and gets really stiff. Don't they teach you this stuff in health class?" She shook her head. "Your parents have to sign a thing, and my mom wouldn't. Well, I think maybe she lost it. So, does it hurt when it's like that?" This was strange - this beautiful little girl was asking me intimate details about my cock. |