Let me tell you something that happened about seven or eight years ago.

I was taking a bag of garbage from the kitchen to the rear of my house when I saw what appeared to be someone crouching in the brush next to my walk. There was a stretch of grass bordered by trees and brush on both sides between my house and the one next to me with concrete walkways on both sides. The brush and trees were dense enough that it was difficult to see through them from either side. As I was headed to the back, I caught sight of someone squatted near the trees on my side.

I dropped the trash in the can at the alley and began walking toward the person I saw. As I approached, walking on t he grass to soften my footsteps, I saw a girl, maybe a teen, but probably younger, legs spread wide, squatted down with her back toward me. She was squatted so low that her butt was nearly touching the ground. With her legs spread as they were and even in the subdued light, I was easily able to see between her legs and make out the deep vermilion color deep inside her vulva. I saw the last few squirts of amber urine being expelled from her bladder.

It irritated me more then slightly to know some chick was pissing where I have to mow every week. When she lingered a few seconds, I almost expected next act to be a brown log begin extruded from her anus, but it didn't come to pass. Ultimately, she shivered slightly, rose, and stepped back away from the ground wet from her pee. Before she could pull her panties and shorts up, I announced my presence and asked, "What do you think you're doing here?"

At first she didn't answer, but after some seconds, replied, "I had to go really bad and I couldn't make it home, so I peed in the bushes here."

I looked her over rather closely and realized that, here, standing before me, her panties and shorts still just above her knees, was a very beautiful, young black girl about twelve or thirteen years old. "Where do you live?" I asked.

"Next to Swanson's at the corner of Emerson and Bay," she responded, but we're moving to Memphis in two days then I'll be gone," she explained.

I knew where Swanson's was; it was delicatessen that served ice cream, lunchmeats, pizzas, and hot sandwiches. I sometimes walked down there when it was too hot to cook at home. I often looked on it as an excuse to eat dessert first and the meal later. After all, you couldn't hold the ice cream cone for the three-block walk in the dead of summer. It would drip all over. The only solution was to begin eating it as I left their air-conditioned establishment.

"Why are you moving?"

"My mamma wants to move out of here cause of her uncle."

"What about your uncle?" I asked.

"He put me in momma's belly thirteen years ago, and now he's trying to put a baby in me too."

"How long has he been trying?" I asked her.

"Bout a year, but I just became a woman though, so momma says it's too dangerous to have me around him anymore."

"First, pull your clothes up so your decent, then come with me young lady." "We need to talk and maybe even call your mom and have her come over so I can talk to her too."

With the mention of her mom, I saw a prompt reaction and worried expression on her face. I didn't say anything right then, but I stored the information away for future use.

I put a hand lightly on her shoulder and guided her out of the strip between houses, along the walkway along side my garage, and into the main portion of my yard. I pulled out my key and unlocked the door to the front part of my garage where I store the lawn equipment. I pushed the door open and told her to go inside and take a seat on the bench. This she hesitantly did.

Once inside, I closed and locked the door and pulled a plastic stack chair over so I could sit facing her. Now that the shock of seeing her peeing and my initial irritation at her actions had passed a bit, I was able to think and see life for what it was and the opportunity I had.

When I looked at her closely, I saw a very beautiful black girl with a smooth complexion, long black hair traveling halfway down her back, very dark eyes with very fine features. Her sleeveless top was pulled loosely over her juvenile breasts. I could see a part of her small breast through the gaping sleeve opening of top. I watched her fidgeting with the bottom button on her shirt for a few seconds. I was trying to snatch a better glimpse of her developing form and visualize what was underneath her shirt.

"How old are you?" I asked her.

"Thirteen," she answered.

"What's your name?"

"Naomi," she informed me.

"Well Naomi, do you know why I brought you in here?" I asked her.

"I don't know mister," she responded. After a few seconds she added, "Because I peed in your grass?" she asked somewhat confused.

"Well sort of, but mostly because after you peed, you didn't wipe yourself," I told her.

"I know, but when I'm out like that, I usually don't have any tissue to use. Besides mister, if I did wipe, I'd either have to throw the tissue on the ground or put it in my pocket and I really don't want to do that."

I decided to use what she just said against her and see where I could take it. "You know, if you don't wipe after your urinate, you can get a bad infection between your legs that could stay with you the rest of your life?"

"I know, momma tells me that too, but sometimes I just can't."

"I can get some tissues from the other room so that you can wipe. That might help you," I said to her. "Do you want me to?"

"Okay mister, I guess it might help me."

I walked over to the other part of the garage where I had space for two cars plus a small workshop and wash-up room. There was a sink and a toilet there. I grabbed five or six feet of tissue off the roll and went back to where the girl was seated.

"Here you go," I said to her as I reached out with my right hand to give her the tissue."

She took it and then seemed to fumble a little. I imagined it was because I was standing there, not more then four feet from her. Finally, I asked, "Are you going to use it?"

"I feel funny with you standing here watching me," she said.

"Well, I already saw you when you were peeing in my yard, what's the difference?" I asked.

"I guess you're right," she embarrassingly admitted.

"I'll tell you want, "I offered, "if you give me the tissue, then pull your shorts and panties down, you can lay back on this bench and I'll wipe it for you."

"But you'll see my coochie, she countered."

"I already have, remember? So what's the difference?

"I guess mister. Just do it gently please," she pleaded.

I took the tissue from her and watched as she stood up and pulled her pants and panties down below her knees. "Do you want me just to take them this far, mister, or do you want me to take them all the way off?"

Holy shit, I thought to myself, she's offering to completely expose herself to my view. With that offer, I was all for doing as much as I could get her to do. I even wondered if she would accept some extra play after I wiped her. "Why don't you take them all the way off. It'll let you spread your legs wider and make it easier for me to wipe the folds," I suggested.

She quickly stepped out of both her panties and shorts and sat back down straddling the bench. I watched as she lay back, pulled her knees up, nearly to her chest, and spread them very wide. It was now obvious to me that she knew what to do. Someone had conditioned her to this sort of thing previously.

Rather then risk spooking her at this point; I lightly blotted at her vulva with the tissue. "How was that?" I asked her.

"Okay," came her response.

I folded the side of the tissue I had just used and blotted it once again. This time she seemed a bit more at ease with being naked and spread wide in my presence. Her lips were parted every so slightly revealing a minor part of her hidden glory. I decided to press a little and asked, "Do you mind if I spread your outer lips a little to wipe you a better?"

When she responded, "I guess that's okay," I used my the index and little fingers of my left hand to press lightly on her lips and spread her wide at her vagina. It allowed me to peer inside a short distance, giving me the opportunity to view her hymen. There was still a vestige ringing her entrance, but it was ragged and frayed. I surmised that sometime in the past had already probed and violated her, snatching her cherry, maybe even before she became a teen. Such a shame, I would have given a nut to have been the one.

"Naomi, did it hurt when I did that?"

"No, mister," she replied.

Sensing some willingness on her part, I decided to venture a little further and pressed the tip of my index finger to her vaginal entrance. There, I wiggled it ever so softly inside, just short of the remnants of her cherry.

"How did that feel?" I asked her.

"It felt okay," she responded.

"Did you like what I did?"

"It sort of felt good, but you didn't do it long enough," she added.

"Well, I can do it longer if you'd like," I said to her.

"Okay I guess," she confirmed.

I wet my finger in my mouth then returned it to the entrance of her vaginal passage. My finger was very wet now and slid easily in her vagina. I began to wiggle it ever so slightly, slowly pressing inward in tiny increments until half my finger was embedded in her conduit of loving presence. As I continued, I sensed a change in her breathing. It was getting shallower and quicker. It was time to ascertain if my ministrations were accomplishing my intended end. "How does that feel?"

"It feels really good," she now reported.

"Do you like me doing it?"

"Uh huh,"

"Would you like me to keep going?"

"Uh huh," she grunted between quick breathes.

I could feel a warm slipperiness building inside her body. It was different from the saliva I started with. It was more viscose and much more lubricious. It turned her hot and moist passage to a man's deepest dream.

I finally switched from wiggling inside her to sawing in and out of her steamy tunnel. I started by using shallow strokes. As her moans became more frequent and louder, I increased the depth I was going until I was almost pounding her deep against her cervix. Another minute or so, and I felt her vagina clamp down on my finger, her legs dropped to the bench and clamped tight to my hand. There was no doubting that the youngster was experiencing a hard climax.

It took her several minutes before she showed any indication of recovering. She looked at me with almost a blank stare. "What was that?" she asked.

"Do you know what a climax is?" I questioned.

"No, I've heard my mom and my uncle say the word, but I don't know what it means."

"Has that feeling ever happened to you before?"

"No, not really. When you first started with your finger inside me, I felt feelings that I felt when my uncle did things to me, but it real quick got stronger and stronger till it felt like I was floating somewhere in the clouds. It really felt good.

I thought for a minute then decided to use some of the information I had gleaned from what she said about her uncle and asked her, "There's a way that I can make what you felt even better. Would you like to try?"

"What do I have to do? My uncle tells me he can make me feel really good too, but he wants me to lie on my back and him lay over me. He's big and sort of fat and he terrifies me. I can hardly breath when he lays on me."

"What I was thinking is for me to lay down on the bench and you sit on me. That way I won't be squeezing you and you can help me. Would you like to try that?"

She thought for a few seconds then agreed. I was almost beside myself. I already was able to make her cum with my finger inside her body, now I had her convinced to let me do more.

"Does your uncle ever rub his penis thing between your legs?"

"He used to do it all the time, but momma made him quit. That was the part I think I liked best," she added.

"Well, let's try that, only this time me on the bottom like I said,"

"I guess that will be okay, since you won't be squeezing me so hard."

I stripped off my pants and shorts. "Does that look like your uncle?" I asked her.

"Uh huh, but he's a lot bigger then you are," she told me.

I lay back on the bench and helped guide her up so she was laying on my stomach. I even kissed her several times to put her a bit more at ease. "Does your uncle kiss you?"

"Uh huh, that's a part that I like really like, when we put our tongues in each other's mouths and kiss."

I took the lead and gave her a kiss. It wasn't an open mouthed kiss, but it was a lingering one. I kissed her several more times, and finally felt her tongue probe my lips. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and began playing with her. As she started to again heat up, I began resituating our bodies so that at the right time, I could try to advance my cock to where I wanted it, fully engulfed in her pubescent body.

I could feel her rocking against me, rubbing her cunt against my hard pole. I made several small adjustments that put my head in direct line with her love tunnel. All of a sudden, with one of her forward strokes of her butt, I felt my cock become one with her vagina, my penis pressing past her hymen and invade her vagina, encasing my cock for about half its length.

When I felt her pop thrust my prick inside her, I stopped everything I was doing and lay totally still. I turned my face to look directly into her eyes. "Your thing just went inside me," she acknowledged.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No," came her response. "It just makes my coochie feel all full up inside," she told me.

"Does it feel good then?" I asked.

"Sort of," she said to me.

"Do you want me to take it out or keep it inside you?"

"You can keep it in me for a minute yet," came her answer.

I lay there still, fearing that she would tell me to take it out. After a short time, I could sense her experimenting with moving her body against my penis. When her movements started to grow, I began to gradually and softly match hers with complimentary movements. Quite soon, she was energetically rocking and pressing her vagina tight against my super hard cock.

"Do you like it now?" I questioned.

"A lot. It's like you said, a whole lot better then when you rubbed you finger inside me," came her response.

In another minute or so I felt her vagina begin to tighten and relax as her second climax overtook her. This one was as hard or harder then her last on my finger, but to me, it was so very much better. This time it was her vagina clenching my penis. Unlike her first climax, the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal muscles caused my balls to draw up against my body, then waves of sticky cum ejected from my penis, pushing inside her love tunnel, and pool in her thirteen years old vagina.

This time, both of us lay exhausted, me, on the bench, Naomi on me, still physically linked to me through our genitals. When I finally came back to reality, it was with her tongue in my mouth sucking firmly on mine. "Did you like that?" I asked.

"A whole lot," she told me. "You made me feel better the my uncle ever did, and two times. I wish we could do it more times," she whispered to me.

I helped her off me and then I rose to a standing position. I pulled her to me and gave her a hug and a kiss. "You're a very special young lady," I said to her. You're really sweet. Follow me and we can clean up before you go home," I suggested.

I led her to the bathroom and suggested she take a seat on the commode. "Now, press down hard and try to squeeze as much of that stuff in you out as you can," I directed.

She did as told her, and with her legs rather widely spread, I watched several globs of creamy white ooze slowly appear then drop into the water below. Such a waste for such a beautiful lady, I reasoned. Finally, I inserted my finger part way into her vagina, in and attempt to scrape out anything remaining. I then gently wiped her vulva clean of what little remained.

We walked back to the other room, dressed, kissed one more time, then walked to the door and parted. My parting comment to her was, "Naomi, you are such a beautiful girl, wish you could stay around."

I walked back into the house, grabbed a soda, and took a seat in the living room. My mind quickly shifted back to Naomi. I was upset that it was her uncle who no doubt had defiled her. I wanted to do hurtful things to the man. I wished that he would leave instead of her and her mom. I dearly wanted to be able to spend more time coupled intimately with her.

I didn't see her for the next couple of days and began to feel a need to once again be close to her. I walked down the street to where she told me she lived. My heart sank. The windows of the house were bare, they revealed it to be empty; the sign in front proclaimed, "For Rent".

I just had an illicit coupling with a thirteen years old and I think I could readily say it was the most rewarding cum of my life. Since, I've had couplings with several other teens, older then Naomi, as well as several twenty some things. I have to truthfully admit, none of those since has been as rewarding as was that one time with the little black girl who peed in my yard.

Yesterday, I had just pulled my car into the garage when I saw a woman exit a car across the street. I looked at her for a minute and, not recognizing her, pressed the button on the electric door and headed into the kitchen. It had been a trying day, so I stopped in the kitchen, pulled out a beer, and twisted off the top. As I headed into the family room, planning to sit and drink my brew before heading upstairs to change, the doorbell rang. I sat the beer on the coffee table and headed for the front door.

When I opened it, there stood the woman I had seen across the street, a black woman, very nicely dressed and beautiful. Beside her stood a young boy about five or six. "Sir, do you remember me?"

My mind was still on some of the problems of the day at work, so I said to her, "No, I really don't," I told her.

She pirouetted once around to show me all sides of her, then said, "Are you sure?"

"I'm relatively sure, yes," I again told her.

"Do you remember a girl who peed in your yard?" she asked.

Suddenly it all rushed back to me. "Naomi, my God you've grown. Your even more beautiful now then when I last saw you."

"A couple days after we had been in my garage, I walked down to where you lived. I was devastated to see the house empty and the "For Rent" sign in the yard. I was very convinced at that point that I'd never see you again. You've grown and gotten even more beautiful then before," I again gushed. What brought you back to Thompson?"

"My uncle died and we just buried him."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," I said, suddenly thinking that, had it not been for him, we probably would not have done what we did. "Are you married now?" I inquired?

"No, I've never married," she said.

"Who is this hansom young man with you?" I asked her.

"Sir, this is Matthew," she said to me. After a bit of hesitation, she continued, "He's our son."

"Our son?" I responded.

"Not long after we got to Memphis, I started getting sick. Momma thought I had the flu or something and finally took me to a doctor. He checked me over and then talked to momma. When we left and got into momma's car, she told me I was gonna have a baby. She blamed it on uncle so I never said anything about us. Soon after we went away, my uncle got another girl in a baby way and the law got him. He just got out of prison a few months before he died. Momma said there was nothing more the cops could do with him so I didn't say anything about us. She put me in a home for unwed mothers till I had him then she brought us both home to live with her. Until about a year ago, Matthew thought he was my brother, not my son."

"So, when do you have to go back?" I asked her.

"Momma said we were staying until Saturday. She has to be back next Wednesday to work."

"Can I at least take you out for dinner?" I asked somewhat sheepishly.

"If you'd like," she told me.

That night, I took Naomi and our son to a nice restaurant for dinner then to a movie. As we were eating, she looked over to me and said, "You know, you asked me my name, but you never told me yours. All I ever knew you as was "Mister".

"Naomi, sweetheart, my name is Robert, Robert Henry Jacobsens. My friends call me Robbie or Jake."

"Mr. Robbie, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance," she told me, offering me her hand.

"No, not Mr. Robbie, just Robbie," I said to her.

As the movie ended, she leaned over to me and whispered, "Robbie, do you think I could stay at your house tonight? I was going to go back to stay with momma, but since I found you, I would like to stay with you tonight."

"My momma's staying is seventy-five miles away and I really would like not to have to make that drive this late.

"Your welcome to stay at my house tonight," I said to her. I drove us home and parked as I usually did in the garage. I asked her for her keys, moved her car across the street and parked it in my driveway where I thought it would be safer.

As I was raising my hand to hit the garage door button, she said to me, "Robert, before you close it, let me get our grip from the trunk so we have clothes for tonight and in the morning."

I took the key from her and got out her luggage. I was carrying their luggage so she pressed the button to close the door. We walked through the kitchen and into the family room.

Our son was asleep when we got home, so Naomi told me she wanted to take him to their bedroom and tuck him in. I showed her to their room. "Later," she said, "after he's asleep, may I come back down and we can talk?"

"If you'd like," I said.

I waited nearly half an hour before she reappeared. Now, instead of wearing the business type suit she had on earlier, she was wearing a gauzy power blue negligee with satin panties and bra beneath it. The fall of the gossamer fabric hinted at her form, the panties and bra added mystic to her beauty. Her dark eyes sparkled when I first tore my eyes away from her body and looked to her face.

She walked over to the couch on which I was seated and took a seat beside me. "Robert, I'm happy about our son. Back then I had the feeling that you were a very nice man and hoped that some day he would be able to meet you. Now, I feel even stronger about you."

"Naomi, may I ask you a question?"

"If you would like," she responded.

"Naomi, do you really want to return to Memphis with your mother?"

She looked at me with her big brown eyes for a few seconds. I looked back, deep into hers. Quickly, I saw tears pooling up in the corners.

"What's the matter, young lady," I asked her.

"Mr. Robert, I really don't want to go back home. I would like to keep Matthew here we and raise him together."

"Is that the reason for your tucking him into bed then appearing down here with the beautiful outfit on?"

She smiled broadly as I pulled her to me. "You read my mind," she told me. "When I first heard that uncle was dying and would get out of prison early, I knew we would be coming back her to bury him. It was then that I bought this for you."

I pulled her to me and kissed her tenderly on her lips. The kiss escalated and became very passionate and extended. Before I broke it, one of my hands found it's way to a breast. "You know, I've never seen or touched these until now?"

"I know," she replied. "I really respected you for that. It's one of the things that made me want to find you and again be close to you."

We kissed some more as I fondled her breast. "It feels beautiful," I whispered to her.

She turned and pulled one leg over atop mine. When she did, I felt a cool place touch my leg. I moved a hand to her pussy. Even though the satin of her panties, it was wet and slippery.

Once more I leaned over and kissed each breast over her negligee. She pulled my head to her right side and held me there. I kissed deeper and even lightly bit down with my teeth.

"Mr. Robert, do you want me to go to sleep tonight with Matthew?"

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"No."

I rose from the couch, reached over and turned off the light, then pulled her up to me and together we went for the stairs. Once at the bottom and again at the top, in front of my bedroom, we stopped and kissed. Both times she snaked her leg between mine, pressing it to my manhood.

In the morning, I heard a knock on the door and a voice ask, "Mr. Robbie, do you know where my momma is?"

"Yes, son, she's here beside me. We'll be out in a few minutes."

"Naomi stirred, took my hand and pushed it to between her legs. She continued to grip my hand as she held it to her. "It's wet, Robert. I hope you can keep it like that."

"Do you think we started a new baby in you last night?"

"I don't know, it's awful late in my month, but there's always next month," she told me with a grin.

Eleven months after burying her uncle, Naomi presented me with a beautiful healthy baby boy, our second. This one we named Robert Nathan Jacobsens, after the two of us. Naomi took my name hyphenated to hers. She's now teaching in the same school our oldest son attends, though in a different grade.

I look forward to day's end because I know, at the end of my drive, my wife and children are going to be waiting for me with love and many stories. I'll bet none are as good as Naomi's and mine.