Finally I got up the nerve and said, "Well, you could just take them off and leave them off.Finally I got up the nerve and said, "Well, you could just take them off and leave them off. I kinda wanted to get a better look at your belly button scar anyway?" Shelly just smiled as she slowly stepped out of her panties. My heart was pounding wildly as I watched her drop them to the floor. She was now totally naked in front of me standing with her legs about a foot apart. I was still sitting on the floor and her pussy was right at eye level. "So what do you think." she said, "Do you I'd look better with a belly button instead of this scar?" My eyes were glued to her little hairless slot. "I'm not sure, why don't you come over here so I can get a better look." I said. She walked over next to me and stood their. I moved my head up and down slowly pretending to look at her scar, but instead I was getting a better look at her sweet little pre-teen pussy. After about 15 or 20 seconds I got up some more courage. "I think everything looks just fine, especially the part BELOW your scar." I started to reach out to touch her tiny cunt, but chickened out and pulled my hand back. Shelly looked at me and smiled. "It's okay, you can touch me there if you want to. But if I don't like it you have to stop, okay?" she said shyly. "I'd really like that Shelly, and I promise that I'll stop if you tell me to. Are you sure it's okay?" I asked her cautiously. "I think so, mommy told me that sex was allright as long as it was something that I wanted to do." she said. "Oh really, when did she tell you that?" I asked. "Well," she began "mommy caught me watching her and a boy one night a few weeks ago. He didn't see me and she didn't say anything to him, so I just stood there quietly and kept watching. Later mommy sat me down and explained about sex to me. She said that that soon I would want to do sex things too. When I told her that I touched myself and that sometimes I would think about naked men, she just smiled and said 'MEN huh, that ought to be interesting...'. I asked her what she meant, but she wouldn't tell me, instead she said that I would know when the time came." she said, and then reached out for my hand. "Okay," I said, "If you're sure, but you gotta promise me that you won't tell anyone not even your best friend. |