Chapter One

The first time I saw her I fell in love.

As I rounded the corner of my garage, various yard tools awkwardly bunched in my hands, I saw the owner of the house next to mine step from his car as another pulled in behind him. I'd known Ed from seeing him from time to time when his rental was once again available. And then, from the small blue less than new compact car, emerged the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever beheld.

They walked toward the front door of the small home as I stood there, awestruck. She was all bouncy long blond hair and legs. She looked excitedly all about the yard and house as her mother and Ed began chatting about the details and particulars. Then she saw me, still standing there, with clippers and rake askew in my arms, and she smiled. My heart melt, my breath caught, and my knees trembled. She gestured a small wave and I smiled my return, unsure how much enthusiasm to display, considering they may not even become my neighbors.

After many rude, loud, and ugly neighbors in the house next to mine, I had hoped for years of having something like this happen - a, hopefully, single young mother with a pretty, pretty daughter. This was my best chance yet.

They disappeared into the little bungalow home on what would be a short tour, it being less than a 1000 square feet with just two small bedrooms, a kitchen, tiny bath, and living room. While Ed kept it up well enough, it was usually occupied by those on government assistance, and prone to late night drinking, loud arguments, and the occasional visit from the local police department. I had considered moving on numerous evenings while lying awake listening to the latest argument about some indiscretion by some young boyfriend against his "fiancé". But my home is perfect for me, a single man with no children, smallish, but with a large garage for my hobbies and a nice yard with room for a vegetable garden.

As I moved about, still slightly breathless and anxious for an agreeable outcome to the rental situation next door, and flustered by the beautifully demure girl who had flashed me that fresh young smile, I put the tools away and made myself busy with needless tasks, on the side of my home facing Ed's, so that I might soon find out if the lovely girl I'd spied would be a neighbor and treasured daily sight, or just another passerby on my street of loneliness.

Muffled voices became clearer, the back door opened, and the trio emerged from the rear of the house. With just a small shed and an old cheap swing-set and slide, there wasn't much to view in that small lot, but the girl came running out, grinning and giggling, seemingly lost in wonder in what she must have perceived as a large playground for her and what she hoped would be many new friends. She ran and peeked in the shed, clanking the doors as she slid them back together, then onto the swings to test their rusted small chains, as her mother and Ed continued their discussions. While I had gathered my wits once again, it was still difficult not to stare at the young girl as she swung higher and higher, the old set creaking and singing with it's renewed use. She wore a pink top with thin spaghetti straps over her tan shoulders, and a modest loose white skirt that was fluttering in the wind, displaying her also tan long thin legs. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I'd seen a good many.

You see, I've loved little girls all my life. From the time I was eleven years old and I first played with my little four year old cousin, I've always loved the prepubescent form of very young girls. Since the invent of the internet I've viewed thousands upon thousands of the worlds most beautiful offerings, and even before that I would venture out to playgrounds and swimming pools in my city with my trusted camera always at the ready, capturing images of the loveliest little lolitas on display. I dated women for the sole purpose of being close to their daughters, perhaps steeling a touch here and a tickle there, but never sensing the time or opportunity was right to experience what I truly craved. I wanted what I'd seen in those pictures and videos on the internet. I wanted a little girl of my own, to have, to love.

With just enough distance between us and the wind that day being sufficient to wisk away their words, I couldn't tell what was being said. But Ed and the young mother seemed to be agreeing on most of what the other offered, heads nodding, smiles, and body language showing a general sense of accommodation. Could it be? Would it be? "Please God, let this happen!", I pleaded.

Looking back to take in the beauty of the young girl on the swing, I thought of what it would be like to be close to her. To smell her. To touch her.

Ed and the mother began to walk back inside when she turned to call to her daughter, "Amanda, come inside". "Amanda" I thought to myself. Perfect. Sweetly perfect.

Agreeably and without complaint she leapt from the swing on one last accent and plopped to her feet. Amazingly, she looked to me once again and flashed that beautiful smile, dashing off inside the door Ed was holding for her and her mother.

Hurriedly, I picked some thing up and acted as though I needed to be in the front yard so that I could gain some insight as to whether or not my most hoped for conclusion might become reality. Minutes passed as I became more and more nervous and hopeful. If she didn't like the home, couldn't afford the rent, or if Ed found her unsuitable, which I thought highly unlikely considering the number of derelicts he'd rented to in the past, they would be coming out sooner than this, only to depart and leave me yet again alone in my little part of the world.

Then the front door opened, Ed came out and held it for the mother and daughter pair. Smiles were on the faces of all, and as the screen door banged shut Ed and the mother were shaking hands and nodding, an apparent agreement reached. Could it be? Would this lovely young girl and her mother really be my new neighbors? Stopping at Ed's car, he reached in the open window, retrieved his briefcase, and removed some papers. A contract! She was signing it!! They were going to be moving in!! What I had hoped for, begged for, every time that house had been vacant for the last 10 years was finally happening! A pretty, fresh, sweet young girl was moving in right next to me! And with just a single mother, no father figure around, or at least not that I had imagined there might be. We would have to wait and see if the mother had a boyfriend hanging around.

As they finished finalizing the required paperwork, Ed looked up and saw me. He smiled, waved, and motioned me over. Nervous now, realizing I was about to meet my dreamgirl, I slowly, and shakily, walked the fifteen feet across my driveway and into their yard.

"Hi Adam! Come meet your new neighbors!".

As I approached I now saw just how attractive Amanda's mother was. Even though I only dated women to release the occasional sexual frustration pent-up from not being able to have what I really wanted, and so that my family and friends wouldn't know of my true desires, I still could appreciate the beauty of a more mature woman, even if they didn't arouse me as they might a man with more traditional interests.

"Adam, this is Julie. She and her daughter, Amanda, will be moving in next weekend".

Trying hard to quell my extreme happiness and enthusiasm and look as normal and non-threatening as I could, I extended my hand.

"Hello Julie, I'm Adam Tisdale, nice to meet you"

She took my hand and returned, "Hi Adam, I'm Julie Stephenson, and this is my daughter, Amanda"

And so here it was, my lifelong hope, dream, and desire. My heart was pounding! My pulse racing! My mouth was dry and I almost stuttered.

"Hi Amanda, very nice to meet you". I once again extended my hand, she took it, and I felt her small, soft hand disappear into mine. My head was light, and I tried so very hard to act as any adult would meeting a mere child, and not the object of their most erotic sexual desires.

"Hi Adam", Amanda smiled shyly and said.

"Very nice to meet you both" I replied as I released her delicate hand and willed myself to turn my attention back to the adults in my presence.

"Adam's lived here almost as long as I've owned this house".

"Yes, I really like it here. I hope you will too." I said. "Please let me know if you ever need help with anything" I offered, hoping I didn't sound too eager.

"Well thanks, Adam, that's really nice of you. But we'll try not to be a bother" she replied.

"No bother at all, I like helping out, please don't hesitate to ask" I said, again hoping I didn't sound too eager to get to know this lovely young woman and her super hot daughter.

"Ok, I won't" she smiled. And with that I thought our first meeting went pretty well, as they began moving toward their cars. Amanda once again looking up at me and smiling as she open her door and jumped in her mom's car. A smile that filled me with electricity, and hope. I waved a small goodbye and turned back down my drive, trying to appear unfazed by the momentous change my life had just taken. Or so I hoped.

Chapter Two

Lying in bed that night, thinking of all the possibilities to come, I focused on the image of that little girl, Amanda. I didn't yet know her age, she seemed to me to be about 9 or 10, and the exact picture of what my mind's eye considered to be the perfect girl. Thin, with only the slightest hint of what would later become her rounded hips. That long blond hair down to her waist, left uncut for many years, maybe her whole life, almost white at the ends, just a little darker toward the roots, parted to the side and behind her ears. Her round, full face with a few cute freckles over her nose. Bright, pale blue eyes that sparkled and smiled. Fairly straight teeth that made for a lovely smile. Plump, full lips with a hint of childish poutiness. So beautiful, so sexy. Tan skin, smooth and without blemish. A flat chest, the kind that aroused me so, with no hint of the cumbersome floppy things older women had to endure. She was my fantasy girl. And now she was real.

Naturally, blood flowed and an erection called for my attention. My mind replayed over and over again her lovely form, swinging, smiling at me, her skirt flying up around her waist as she descends, beautiful thighs exposed. Oh those legs. Stroking faster now and imagining running my hands over the length of her legs, feeling her soft, soft skin under my hands. More pressure now, heat spreading through me as I grip and stroke, images of the sweetly nasty things I hoped for, kissing and fondling, licking and exploring, bringing her warm feelings. Stronger and stronger my erection grows as I dream of lying close with her, our bodies intertwined, her small form a part of me, our love for one another exposed. More heated and faster I stroke as the wonderful feeling comes upon me, more and more intense my thoughts and the pleasure they bring me. Finally, the most wonderful act becomes reality in my mind, my cock burning and aching now, my orgasm upon me, as I revel in her young body, pushing in to her, oh so wonderful! Feeling her feeling me inside. Oh the pain, the pleasure, the complete fullness. And now it's here, I erupt as I imagine my cock pulsing inside her, and her loving it, pulling me in to her as I cum, hard and powerful, inside my little lover. Hot release, ecstasy realized, blazing cum flowing through and spurting forth, an organic representation of the love I feel for her. My body shivers and the last pangs of ecstasy course through me, and into her. All that I have offered to her.

Hopefully it won't be just a dream unfulfilled. Hopefully I will find a way to make it real. I must. I must plan. I must study. I must use all my cunning. This may be my best chance, my last chance.

Chapter Three

If you think that week dragged on, you're right. Everyday I hoped Julie and Amanda might stop in, maybe bring a few things as they began to move in, but no. So disappointing everyday as the sun set and no sight of my prize. No patience had I as I waited. But I did busy myself with my plans. How might I ingratiate myself to her mother? How might I win the favor of her little girl? These are the thoughts that possessed me. This was my task, my single reason for being. I'd always known I'd have my chance, sooner or later. I wouldn't let this one get away.

And finally the weekend was here. Saturday morning came bright and sunny. It was late May and warm, a perfect day for moving. I, of course, woke early, so excited for the time to have come. Today I would see her! Today I would begin my courtship. Slowly, stealthily, I would earn Julie's trust, and win Amanda's love.

Nine o'clock came and went, then ten, eleven, and now it was noon. Where could they be? Surely they would take advantage of the nice weather and get an early start? Apparently not.

I went inside and, having been to nervous for breakfast, prepared a light lunch. Just a sandwich and something, I don't even remember what, so excited and anxious I was. Turned on the TV to try to calm my mind, flipped through a few dozen channels, turned it off. Ate a few bites, still too nervous, wrapped it up and put it in the fridge. Went back outside, waited.

Just to have some reason to be outside when they, if they, arrived, I began sanding the side door to my garage, it being slightly in need of a new coat of paint. Turned on the stereo in the garage, opened the overhead door, cranked up some tunes and went to work, always keeping an eye on the street and hoping they'd be here soon. You can't imagine just how much this was affecting me. Every time I heard a car approaching my heart leapt, and my blood pressure rose. Sanding the door helped. At least my heart rate was raised for a reason, and to a constant level. The exertion felt good.

Just when I was getting into it and about half done with the sanding, it happened. Julie's little blue car pulled into her drive and came to a quick stop. It was getting to be late afternoon and the shadow of my garage was over her car, so I couldn't see into the compartment very well. No one got out.

I looked away, not wanting her to see me so interested, and began sanding again, trying my best to appear disinterested. Seconds went by and still nothing. What the heck?

After what seemed an eternity, the passenger door opened and Amanda appeared. Joy! So lovely! Already I was thinking of her as mine, not just the little girl next door.

But something was wrong. Amanda wasn't smiling. She tentatively walked around the front of the car, even in obvious unhappiness a vision of young grace and beauty, and went to the driver door. She opened it and reached round to help her mother out. Julie was a mess! What the fuck?

She had obviously been beaten. Badly. Having been down on one knee sanding the bottom part of the door, I sprang to my feet and ran to the pair. Julie was trying to stand and having trouble to doing so. I now could see that she had many bruises on her face, shoulders, and arms, and who knows where else under her clothes. Amanda couldn't sufficiently hold her mother's weight and I went to her side. Julie was crying, seemingly still traumatized and maybe in shock from the beating.

"Julie! What happened?" I asked.

She just whimpered.

"Can you walk?"

She nodded slightly and I offered my shoulder for her arm, and my arm around her waist. She limped heavily against me as I moved us toward her house. Realizing she had no furniture, or anything in her new home with which to tend to her, I stopped, picked her up, and began carrying her to mine. Amanda was now sobbing as well, and before I knew what was happening, I had the two in my front room, Julie on a small couch, Amanda kneeling on the floor next her, and me, with my cellphone in one hand, trying to dial 911 and get a towel from the drawer, turn on the faucet, and grab some ointment at the same time with the other. Julie has ceased crying, but was not speaking.

"911, do you have an emergency?" I vaguely heard an operator say.

After relaying my address and the facts, I ended the call and turned to Amanda.

"What happened?" I asked.

"He beat her up" was all she said.

"Who?"

"Her boyfriend".

Of course. So fucking sad.

I began cleaning Julies wounds and applying some salve to her scrapes when I heard the ambulance approaching. Thank God! While I didn't think Julie's wounds were necessarily life-threatening, I very much wanted someone with more ability than me taking a look at her. And soon. She still wasn't talking, and her breathing seemed short, shallow, and fast.

Amanda was still crying and quite scared. I tried to soothe her with kind words.

"It's ok, honey. She's gonna be ok." A warm hand for her shoulder, and she immediately fell against me.

"He just kept hitting her and hitting her!" she screamed in to my chest as I naturally brought my arms around her to comfort her. Even with the serious situation around me I couldn't help feeling a sudden rush of excitement as I tenderly held the little girl, rubbing her arms and shoulders and squeezing her to me.

The ambulance crew came in and quickly surmised she needed to be taken to the hospital. They asked me my relation to Julie and I told them I was just her neighbor. Her new neighbor. Amanda being a minor couldn't ride in the ambulance with her mother. Upon hearing this Amanda began sobbing even harder, and I of course offered to take her straight to the hospital behind the ambulance. Having Julie secured inside, and in much the same condition as before, the ambulance pulled out with Amanda and I in close pursuit.

Still crying I tried to console her.

"Don't cry, honey. We'll be there in a minute and the doctors are waiting for her. She's going to me fine".

"I know, but what happens when he comes again? Will you stop him?".

What the fuck? Just what was I getting myself into? I was willing to do anything for this little girl, I just never thought it would be something like protecting her from some enraged kook. This was heading downhill fast. Would they still be able to move in next to me? Would Julie be ok and able to earn a living? Would I have to face some jealous ex jerk in order to win my prize? Man, this wasn't gonna be easy.

"Well, hopefully that won't happen, we'll see. But I won't let anyone hurt you or your mom if I'm around". That sounded like a good thing to say, right? Any normal guy that didn't want to make love to this sweet girl would say the same, wouldn't they?

After a few more minutes of quick driving, and more supportive words of encouragement to Amanda, we arrived at the hospital. As promised the doctors were waiting and she was whisked through the emergency room after a quick triage, and out of sight of Amanda and I.

We went to the waiting area and Amanda, still quite upset but no longer crying, without hesitation jumped into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her cheek into my chest. This was more that I was ever hoping for in my plans. Being in this position with Amanda so close to me, needing affection from me, this was way off in the distance in previous planning. Little did I know the price I would pay to be with her.

Chapter Four

Not 20 minutes after Julie was taken in, a doctor appeared to inform us of Julie's condition. Because I wasn't a relative, the doctor could only tell me that she needed to be kept at least overnight, maybe longer, but that he expected her to make a full recovery. I asked if we could go see her, or at least if Amanda could, but he said she was under sedation, "asleep" for Amanda, but that she should be well enough in the morning and available at 9:30m when visiting hours began. And if all went well, able to leave later in the day, or the next at the worst.

The doctor, as is usual, was quite busy and didn't seem interested in what I, the new neighbor guy and unrelated to this little girl, was now going to do with her. He left us there, standing hand in hand. And it downed on me that I was holding hands with a girl that I already loved, and was seemingly responsible for the immediate future. Or tonight at least. Unbelievable!

Amanda had understood enough of the doctor's review to have been uplifted, no longer crying and asking me questions as we walked back to my car.

"So mom will be out tomorrow?".

"Yes, I think so.".

"And you'll bring me to come and get her?".

"Well, I'm not sure yet, I mean, I would be happy to, but I don't know just what we're going to do with you tonight".

"What do you mean?", and with that her lower lips quivered. "Aren't we going to your house? And then back here tomorrow?".

"Well, yes. I mean, I guess we'll go back to my house now, but we need to call someone in your family to see what they want to do. Do you have an aunt or uncle or maybe grandparents close by?".

"Ya, I guess. We go see my grandma and grandpa sometimes, it's like a while away, but not real far." she offered.

"Well, maybe I'll call Ed and see if your mom put an emergency number down on the rental agreement" I said.

Apparently satisfied with that, Amanda just said "Ok". I returned an "Ok" and a smile and that was that.

Ok. Now the emergency was over. I could think a little. Here I was, driving home with this beautiful girl beside me, wondering just how things could have progressed like this so quickly! In my wildest dreams I didn't expect to be so close and accepted by this sweet girl in just an hour or so. Of course I wasn't happy that her mother was hurt, quite the opposite actually, I was frickin' pissed about it! But since she was out of immediate danger, and apparently would be released tomorrow, things seemed to be going my way. While I fully intended to call Ed and find out what I should do about Amanda, I secretly hoped that it might work out that she would spend the night with me. Not in any kind of a sexual way, at least not yet, it was still very early and I didn't wasn't to scare her make her uncomfortable for any reason. But just being able to be so close to her, intimately so, on this very first night was incredible. I guess I couldn't have asked for more at this point.

We pulled into my drive, parked outside the garage and both jumped out. She waited for me to see which way we would enter, and I had to check myself to be sure I wasn't in a dream. Here I am, taking the most beautiful girl I had ever seen into my house, able to do anything my evil heart desires with her, though I would never force myself on anyone, especially a child. And not just because of the long jail term to be earned for doing so, but because I'm just not like that. I'm a total nice guy. No, really. Yes, I dig young girls. A lot! Really young girls a lot! I'm not ashamed of it, some of my girlfriends even knew. But I never did anything anyone didn't want me to, at least not while they were awake.

As I lead her to my door, she took may hand, quite naturally. I couldn't believe it! She seemed to trust me and like me already. Obviously she had just been through a traumatic experience, and I was a nice, normal-appearing guy. But was she this open and affectionate with everyone? Did she already like me for some strange cosmic reason? Or was she just scared, I'd been nice to her, and so she was clinging to me for comfort? I assumed the last, though already secretly hoped that she somehow felt something more for me. But how could she? She was 9, or was she? I realized I didn't even know for sure, and that was the first question I asked her as we sat at my kitchen table.

"So, how old are you?" I questioned, with a smile and an interested expression.

"I'm 8, but I'll be 9 next month, June 19th!" she answered with a smile, apparently proud of the milestone accomplishment. So, she was a little younger than I thought, and a bit tall for her age. I wondered if she was maturing sexually early too? From her apparently completely undeveloped chest, I didn't think so, but who knew? She was so beautiful, sitting there across from me in my little kitchen. I felt so much excitement being so close to her!

"I see" I said, "And how old is your mom?".

"She's 22, I think, something like that".

I didn't know how to word the next question, but with one so young she didn't understand the frankness of what I was asking.

"Do you know your father?".

"No, my mom said he moved away before I was born. It makes her sad to talk about it. It makes me sad too.".

"I see, that is sad. I'm sorry, honey" I comforted.

"Ya, I hope I can meet him someday".

"I do too, sweety. I do too." Not totally meaning it, but not wishing her unwell. Sure, she should know her dad, but I had my own wicked desires to consider. I didn't need her father coming back into the picture, and didn't think I needed to worry about it. Another good development.

I called Ed and told him of the incredible occurrences of the day, and he was, to say the least, upset and dumbfounded on what to do. He said Julie hadn't given him an emergency number, claiming she had no one in the city or close by that could or would come. Ed's wife had died 5 or 6 years ago and he was nearing 70, so he couldn't and didn't want to take her. I didn't want to appear eager in any way to keep her in my care, though I wanted that more than anything in the world, even my soul. I offered that maybe I should call the police, or the social services people, then slyly added how it would be tough for her to go into the system for just one night, when her mother was going to be released just the next day. He seemed to agree, without suspicion , and so it was, without acknowledging the inappropriateness of it, agreed that without a better alternative, that I would watch the girl for the night, and hopefully return her to her mother's care the next day.

I never expected this to happen, and was somewhat unprepared. I wasn't just going to jump her bones, as much as I may have wanted to. This was a relationship I wanted to nurture and bring along slowly, or so I had been preparing for. Now, with us thrown together like this, I knew that nothing seriously fun could happen tonight. She had been through too much that even if I were successful in some small way, I felt like I would be taking advantage of her, and that's not what I wanted to do. I wanted her to fall in love with me.

"Are you hungry, Amanda?"

Seemingly relaxed and now quickly rebounding from the days events, she was indeed.

"Yes! I didn't realize until just now, but I'm way hungry! Do you have any food?"

Smiling at her bluntness I said, "Why yes, yes I do. Would you like me to cook something for you or would you rather go out and get something?"

"You cook?" she asked in a way that made me think she was surprised at the idea.

"Well, yes, actually. I'm a really good cook, I like to".

And with that I was off. Grabbing this and that from the cabinets and fridge. Amanda sat watching me from the table, and I her whenever I had the chance. She was so lovely, and I was so enchanted with her already. She seemed to like talking with me, and we did all the while I was preparing our meal. She was bright and intelligent for her age. I fell for her more and more as we chatted.

"Adam?" after a brief pause.

"Yes?". I wondered. It sounded like she was changing gears and had something new to talk about.

"Do you have a girlfriend?".

Wow, that was unexpected. "No, not right now".

"Why not?".

"Well, I just don't right now. I'm kind of in between, you might say", almost embarrassed at having to explain my single status to this beautiful 8 year old girl.

"Have you ever been married?", again, the bluntness.

"No. I've been close a few times, but it just never worked out".

"Why not?" she continued her line of questioning.

"Oh, I dunno. Just never found the right girl I guess. Why are you so interested in my love life?" I chided her.

"Well, you just seem so nice, I mean, you helped me and mom today and you don't even know us, I mean, not really".

"I know, but I met you both last week, and I was looking forward to you moving in all week" I offered, sure that the insinuation would be lost on this sweet child. "And even if I hadn't met you and liked you already, I would've helped you".

"You like me?" she asked, obviously pleased with the idea.

"Well yes, very much. You're a beautiful and sweet girl, of course I like you. I like you a lot.". I liked the way this way going. She beamed at the idea of my feelings for her, and that warmed my heart, and other places too.

"I like you a lot too!" she admitted. Blushing perhaps at my description of her being beautiful.

I was in heaven. This was going too well! I smiled at her, and she at me, and we finished our dinner in mostly silence. She complimented me on my cooking ability by finishing everything on her plate, and sitting back with a completely satisfied look on her face. I loved her more and more. I wanted to go to her right then, to pick her up, admit my undying love for her, and kiss her deeply. The experience of holding her closely to me earlier had been intoxicating, and I wanted more. But again, now was not the time. Or so I thought.

Chapter Six

I began cleaning the dishes and putting things away after our meal, Amanda trying to help as much as she could, actually making the process take longer, but more enjoyable as I watched her up on her tippy toes putting the glasses away, or bending over putting pans away, getting a little peek of her pink panties. She was so incredibly hot. Perfect in size and dimension. Graceful and very feminine in her movements and the way she held herself. She had a habit of twirling her hair as she talked that I found adorable. In fact, everything about her was adorable, she was a very sweet child, and a very nice person. She was more than I could've hoped for. Please let this last.

After all was done, I thought about what was next, and a bath sounded like a good idea. She agreed and I led her down the hall to my guest bathroom. I supplied fresh towels and shampoo, and we stood smiling at each other for a moment before I withdrew and gave her some privacy. She seemed to have little bit of a mischievous look to that smile she had given me, or perhaps I imagined it, but it really made me hot. I hadn't planned it, nor thought I'd needed it, but while I listened to her bath, I began masturbating outside the bathroom door. So excited I was at the idea of a beautifully naked little 8 year old girl just inches away from me, slippery and wet, I couldn't contain myself. As she hummed and sang to herself in the tub, I quietly, and quite intensely, listened, and came with powerful surges. I needed to just to get through the rest for the night without attacking her! Feeling quite ashamed at my pervish exploits, I clean up, and headed to my own bedroom for a quick shower.

I was quick and was out before she was calling for me. When I was again outside her bathroom door she called to me.

"Adam?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I need some clothes!". The idea hadn't occurred to me, strangely enough. Now what?

"Ok, hold on a sec, I'll see what I can do". I patted down the hallway and into my room, deciding on one of my older tee shirts, but had no idea what I should give her for undergarments. Thinking about it for a few seconds I realized I didn't have anything that would come close to fitting her. I guess she would have to go without, an incredibly exciting idea to me, but I didn't know how she would take it.

Back down the hallway and a tap on the door. "What did you get me?" she asked.

"Here, I'll crack the door a little and hand it to you. I only have a shirt, I don't really have anything else that will fit you", hoping she would know what I meant.

"Ok", and her little hand reached up and grabbed my tee shirt from between the slightly opened door. Even though I didn't want to, I peeked in during that brief second to catch a glimpse of her in the mirror. I caught my breathe. She had dried her self with the towel but hadn't wrapped herself and was completely naked behind the door. She was a goddess! More beautiful than I could ever believe possible. My cock instantly sprang back to life, even after having a workout just minutes before. She was truly incredible! I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe I was looking at a really hot naked girl in my own bathroom! I wanted her even more, and had to use great restrain not to take her right then and there. Thankfully she didn't see my gaze, grabbed the towel and slammed the door closed. I had to once again stop and realize just how lucky I was. This was beyond my wildest dreams.

I told her, through the closed door, that I would be in the living when she was finished brushing her teeth and hair. How awesome was this? Having a little girl preening and prettying herself in my bathroom?! My heart was pounding and I felt like a teenager before a first big date where sex might just be a possibility, even if it wasn't one tonight. Just being so close to her, with no one else around was going to be heaven.

I went to the living room, turned on something I thought she might like, and waited for my princess.