I was just eating breakfast when there was a knock at the back door. When I answered it, it was Angelequa with a big smile on her face. She had a bag in her left hand and a box of donuts in her right.

"What are you doing her already?" I asked her. "I thought your grandmother didn't leave until early afternoon?"

"Sometimes she does and other times she doesn't," she told me. Some days she goes with a friend and they go for the Early-birds too.

Has she already gone today?" I asked.

No, she's not leaving until 11:30, but I asked her if I could go over to Wilma's house today, and she said it was fine."

"What happens if she phones Wilma and your not there?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know? Don't you think she's going to get suspicious?"

"No," she answered smugly.

I was beginning to get concerned that she was about to put us both into a situation that I didn't want to be in, so I asked, "Why don't you think she might get suspicious if Wilma tells her your not at her house?"

"Because I don't know any Wilma. She can't call somebody none of us know now, can she?" with a big grin on her face.

"You're a real shit head, you know? You think your smart don't you?"

"I don't think I'm smart, I know I am," she quickly shot back.

I guessed I'd better shut up before I said something that made me look even worse. I looked at the donuts and asked her, "What's with the donuts?"

"I thought you might like some. I stopped at the Sweet Spot and talked Freddy out of half a dozen," she said. "Freddy is a friend of my grand dad. They play checkers on Saturday nights."

"What's in your bag," I asked her.

"I brought a few things that I thought you might like."

"Like what?" I asked her.

"There's a couple pairs of sexy panties, a see-through bra, and two pictures he took of me with his camera. The bra and panties are mom's. She wears them sometimes when one of her boyfriends comes over, so I thought I'd bring them over so I could wear them for you."

"What about the pictures?" I asked her.

One time Bobby had a camera that made the pictures right away and he took some of me. He said they were to help him remember me, but I took them from the box he had them in and hid them. I got them out for you yesterday afternoon after supper."

"Do you have something you would like to do first?" I asked her.

She looked at me and holding the donuts out, said, "I didn't eat breakfast yet."

"Is that a part of the reason for the donuts?" I asked.

"Uh huh. I was anxious to get over here to your house so I skipped breakfast today. I just poured a little milk in a bowl and drank it, then I put three Frosted Flakes in the bottom to make it look like I had breakfast."

For no older then she was, I was somewhat amazed at her ingenuity. She seemed to be always thinking, not only of herself, but also about me too. I was impressed at her consideration. It was then that I decided that I was going to do some nice things for her too. What I had to do now was try to come up with some things that would be nice to her and at the same time encourage her to continue to give herself to me too.

The first thing I did was to offer her some cold cereal along with some hot chocolate to go with the donuts she brought. She accepted on both.

I poured some Cheerios into a bowl and added half a banana I had from my breakfast. I poured on some milk and slid it across the table to her. I put a cup with some water in the Microwave and started it heating. Two minutes later when it dinged, I removed it, mixed the chocolate into it and gave it to her.

She finished the cereal, reached into the carton and removed a donut, and dunked it into the hot chocolate before taking a bite.

"I see you're a dunker," I commented. I do that too sometimes.

She finished the first donut then reached for another. "You going to eat any?" she asked.

I opened the carton to see what remained, then took out a glazed donut and began eating it. After taking the first bite, I said to her, "I think I'm going to have some milk with mine," and poured a glass.

When she finished, she rose and took her dishes to the sink and rinsed them. She then turned and put mine there was well. Turning back, once again, she said to me, "May I have a hug, please?"

I stretched out my arms and beckoned her to me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulled her tight, and gave her quite a hug. As I did, she turned her face upward and pressed her lips to mine. Taking a hint from yesterday, I pressed mine to hers and gave her a proper big-girl kiss that probably lasted thirty or so seconds.

When I released her and our mouths parted, she was nearly out of breath and panting. "Angelequa, you've got to remember to breath through your nose when we're kissing, I told her.

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I hope I can remember everything I need to know about being a big girl now that I'm with a real man."

"You'll learn. Just take your time and be a good listener."

"I want to be a good kisser too," she chuckled.

"You already are," I told her.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked.

"Can we go up to your room and play?"

"Is that what you want?" I asked her.

"Uh huh," she responded.

I took her hand and lead her through the living room and the stairs to the second floor. She suddenly stopped and pulled her hand away from my grasp. "Wait a minute, I want to get the bag and take it up with us," she said.

A few seconds later, bag in hand, she held her hand out for me to hold and started leading me toward the bedroom. As we climbed the stairs, she said to me, "Mr. Mitchell, what do you want to do to me today?"

"Angelequa," I said to her, "I don't want to do anything to you today," as I watched her facial expression closely. What I said had the effect I hoped for; she was very perplexed and concerned.

"Why? What do you mean?"

"Angelequa, I think you're a pretty young lady and I would like you to keep coming over here for a long time. What I am saying is I don't want to do things to you. Instead, I want to do things with you. I want what we do to be what you want too," I told her.

She looked at me for a few seconds, than a broad smile began to form across her face. "Yesterday felt good to me. I want to feel that way more."

"I promise, if you let me, you'll feel that way and a lot more too."

By that time, we were in my room and at the bed. "Sit down please. Let me show you what I brought," she said to me.

She began sorting through the bag she had in her hand. In a few seconds, she pulled out a very thin bra and panties and put them on the bed. She pulled her shirt over her head and then as quickly, slid her panties and shorts down over her hips to the floor where she stepped out of them. She looked up at me as if to say, "Well, what do you think?"

I answered her unspoken question with a simple response, "Nice," I said.

This seemed to enliven her, because she reached into the bag and pulled out the blue panties and bra, slipping them on, the panties from the bottom and the bra from the top. After sliding her arms through the straps of the bra, she adjusted them slightly, then, pulled the thin fabric taunt as she posed, pressing her breasts outward in an exaggerated manner. While it was not something that could have caused me to cum, it did definitely cause my tool to harden a bit.

"Angelequa, do your mom and grand parents usually call you, Angelequa, or do they call you something else?"

"Mom and grandma both call me Angie. My grandpa calls me Angel. I sort of like what he calls me. Why, do you want to call me by a nickname?"

"If you don't mind, yes, I would."

"Do you have something in mind?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. I would like to call you as your grand father does, Angel."

"I would like that, Mr. Mitchell," she responded.

"Okay then, Angel it is from now on."

"What do you think of my outfit?" she asked.

"I love it, especially because I can see your nipples through the material. I like them. I liked your pose too," I told her. This made her smile broadly.

"What else do you have to show me," I asked her.

"These," she said as she held up two very tiny pairs of bikini panties.

"What's that on the brown ones," I asked her.

"Oh, that. That's a hole that Bobby made so he could put his finger in me even when I had panties on."

"Did you like wearing them?"

"They were okay," she told me, but I already like doing things with you better. You kiss and hug me. Bobby never did. He just wanted to play with me between my legs."

"What's the pictures?" I asked.

She pulled them out and showed them to me. There were three, one showing below her waist without panties on, another showing a full view of her nude, and the last, showing her with the brown panties on with his finger pushed through the hole and buried deep between her labia. Did Bobby take all of the pictures?"

"Not all of them, he asked me to snap a few of them. The one of the panties with the hole in them he asked me to take. His finger was up inside me as far as he could go. That's where he liked it to be. Sometimes he would make me lay with him for an hour or so, the whole time with his finger would be inside me. After a while it would start to burn and start to hurt. Sometimes I would put some of my spit on inside me so it didn't hurt so much."

"From what you've said to me about Bobby, I sort of get the idea that since we've met, you're not as upset that he moved away. Is that right?" I asked.

"So far, you've been a lot nicer to me then he did. He was always trying to do things to me, even when I didn't want him too."

"Well, I'm happy you think I'm nicer then him," I said to her. "I hope I can keep you thinking that," I told her. "Do you have something you'd like to do, or do you want me to show you some more new things?" I asked.

"What kind of new things?" she asked.

"Well, you've told me about seeing your mother and some of her boyfriends doing stuff in the bedroom. How about trying some of the things you've seen them doing?"

"I guess that would be alright," she told me.

"Is there anything you really want to try?"

"Sort of," she told me.

"What's that?"

"I've seen mom laying on her back on the bed with Ruiz licking between her legs. Do many guys do that stuff?"

"A lot of women really like it. There's a bunch of names for it, but the simplest probably would be eating her out."

"Would you eat me out please?" she asked.

"Of course I will. Let's take your panties off so we can get started," I told her. By this time she was laying on her back on the bed, so I took hold of the sides of her panties and began to pull them down. She recognized my intent and raised her still slender hips from the bed so I could get them off. When they were down to her knees she dropped her butt and raised her legs so I could pull them down her calves and off her ankles. This done, I got my first good look at her juvenile assets. Her pussy cleft was still tightly closed, her inner lips still at least months, I hoped years away from blossoming open.

How I wanted the power to do something to intervene, anything to arrest development so as not to proceed beyond now, tender, innocent, with a youthful virgin flavor devoid of muskiness that will herald her becoming a pubescent teen. I knew that some day, probably sooner rather then later, she would announce her first bleeding and our relationship would change forever.

"What," came her response.

"I'm going to plant a kiss right on your tummy," and with that, I bent over her and did just that, kissed her belly button. "Maybe here too," I then said and bent further down and kissed her still immature pudenda. "You're cute now, but in a couple years, your going to be drop-dead gorgeous."

"You think so?" she asked.

"I know so," I told her.

I moved from sitting on the bed beside her to kneeling on the floor between her legs. Using my hands, I pulled her legs up and spread them wider so I could get between them. I pulled her toward me until I could touch my tongue to her labia. They were still thin with nothing of her inner lips breaking the smoothness of pussy, not even the hood of her tiny clitty.

"Can you help me hold your legs up so I can do it properly?" I asked her.

She reached downward with her hands and grasped legs behind her knees and lifted.

"Like this, you mean?"

"That's it, just like that," I indicated.

I leaned forward and lapped her lips for the first time. She gasped quietly and pulled her legs together very slightly at my first touch. She quickly relaxed and let her legs part once more.

"Tickle?"

"Uh huh," she told me.

I began slowly and softly tonguing her slit. I concentrated first on the outside at the edges of her lips. As I sensed her relaxing, I slowly progressed until I was able to gently suck her tiny bundle of girl nerves between my lips. I probed the recesses and the very head of her clit gently but insistently.

"Oh god, Mr. Mitchell, that really feels so good. I'm starting to feel like I did yesterday all over again," she told me.

I continued to minister, mostly to her little clitty as I closely observed her breathing. I could tell from the short and raged, almost labored breaths she was taking that she was advancing quickly toward her second ever climax. As she twitched and wiggled more aggressively, I was able to reposition myself so that when her cum did hit, I was in a position that I could move from attending to her clitoris probing with my tongue in her vagina. I was able to embed slip my tongue an inside or more inside where I could feel some of the ragged edges of her hymen that Bobby selfishly violated.

Almost instantly, I was both jealous of the boy, and a bit mad that it was he and not I who had been able to claim her fresh and tender cherry. There was still a bit of tautness encircling my tongue. As I checked and probed, it is my hope that he didn't totally destroy her tiny membrane. I hoped instead, that she had been only partially breached and when I did finally claim her as mine, I would be able to see confirmation that it is really was to be mine by giving of her blood to me. I know it's selfish, but so very quickly she has made that kind of strong impact on me.

As she began to stir from her second ever climax, I heard several moans before she opened her eyes and looked to me. At first her face was just a blank stare, but in a few seconds, consciousness once again began to wash over her and her smile grew in intensity.

"You liked that," huh?"

She nodded and smiled again. "That was really nice. It was even stronger then what you did for me yesterday." When mom and her boyfriends doing it, mom lays there while the guy does his thing and then she gets up. Why is it that I can't even move for a little bit after it happens to me?"

I thought for a few seconds then said to her, "When you cum, it's from the heart. When your mom cums, she is probably just acting to make her boyfriends feel good."

"I feel like I pass out when you make it happen, it's so strong. I really like it. I want to feel you eat me a lot," she said.

After a few seconds, she said to me, Mr. Mitchell, can I ask you a question?'

"Sure, what it is?"

"Does it feel strange to put your mouth on me down there. You know, where I pee and poop?"

"If you take care of yourself down there, it will be clean and smell fresh. As long as it's like that, I like kissing and licking you."

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

"Sure, but why don't we rest a little while and then do something more. There's plenty time today. We don't have to do everything in one day you know."

"I guess you're right. Right now, I need to go pee anyhow. Do you want to come with me and watch?"

"Do you want me too?"

"Uh huh," she told me.

She got up from the bed, took my hand in hers, and led me across the hall to the bathroom. Like most men's bathrooms, the seat was up in mine. She began squatting down as if to sit on the bowl instead of putting the seat down.

"Wait, I said to her. She stopped as I brought the seat down, then, completed her move. Once seated, she spread her legs very wide and watched me. "Here it comes," she said to me.

I watched the stream start as a few drops then quickly increase to a full-blown stream, then finally, dwindle once more to the last couple drops. "Do you want to wipe me?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, just remember, I'm a girl so you have to wipe from front to back so you don't get poo in the front. It can cause infections," she informed me.

I pulled off a few sheets of tissue and did as she instructed, wiped from front to back then discarded the tissue in the commode.

She stood up and reached for the handle to flush it. "Do you know, Bobby never got to watch me pee? He wanted to, but I wouldn't let him."

"Why did you let me?"

"I didn't let you, I asked you to watch. I wanted you to."

We walked together back to my room where she climbed back into bed. "Do you want to lay down with me on the bed?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?"

She nodded her head then said, "If I take my bra off, will you kiss my titties?"

"You bet I'll kiss your titties, I love them," I told her.

I took my shirt and pants off, retaining my jockeys and tee. I then lay down next to her, pulling her to me. She felt good; even in the warmth of the summer morning, her warmth was comforting. I cupped her breast in my hand with my arm over her side. I remember softly rubbing her breast for a time. The next I remember was Angel with her head propped on one elbow looking at me. "We fell asleep for a little while, but I'm ready to do some more things now."