If it were an older girl I was having such a converstaion with, I would have assumed we were in for some action; I had to remind myself that this one was only a kid.If it were an older girl I was having such a converstaion with, I would have assumed we were in for some action; I had to remind myself that this one was only a kid. "No. Not really. It's very sensitive, though. Like when your leg goes to sleep and is just waking up, you feel everything like little tingles?" "Yeah, that's a weird feeling," she nodded her head. "Well, that's sort of the feeling, but nicer." There was a very heavy silence for a moment, as she turned away, then back to face me, then away again. Finally, she said "so my dad got excited because my mom had his thing in her mouth." Ah, so that was doing it `sort of.' "And that boy was excited from putting his thing up against Jenny's poochy..." "Poochy?" "You know. Down there." "Oh. You mean pussy." "Oh? OK, well... pussy." She blushed a deep red. My rising boner jumped a bit at hearing her say that word. "Anyway, so um, so why did you? Get excited I mean. Was it that TV show with the naked vampire lady?" This was a key moment. I did not want to lie to her, but I did not want to scare her either. I had avoided a major possible disaster, and it was not a good time to plunge back in. "No. And I don't think we should talk about this anymore, Kelli." I got up and turned to the door. She rose, panic in her voice. "Did I say something bad? I'm sorry. I was just curious. Don't be mad..." Over my shoulder, against my better judgement, I said "It was you, Kelli. I saw you changing clothes in the glass fireplace door. That's what made me hard. I'm not mad." I closed the door and walked downstairs. CH 4 - IN THE TV ROOM Down in the TV room I sat and concentrated, willing my dick to soften. I did not dare try and relieve myself, though I considered going to the bathroom and locking the door. The feelings I was having were heavily conflicted; I was still fighting that 50/50 battle between my adult, rational resistence toward the idea of sex with such a young child, and my feisty, horny desire to see and explore her naked body. I sat there in the overstuffed easy chair, watching an interview with Dudley Moore and fidgiting. Again, she stole into the room unnoticed. This was the girl that thumped and wresteled around the house with her brother? She could really be quiet when she wanted to be. "Hank?" I almost jumped out of my chair - she had crept up to within a few feet of me, just off to my left, totally silent. |