Chapter 18

Last night had been incredible!

As I stood in the kitchen preparing our second breakfast together I replayed the events of the previous day over and again in my mind. Our shopping spree, seeing her dressed so sexily for our dinner out and the way people reacted to seeing her, my preteen princess all made up. And then, of course, our wonderful lovemaking that had lasted into the early morning hours. I couldn't have been happier. I felt as if I were walking on air!

Then Amanda came into the kitchen, fresh, clean, beautiful, and wearing very appropriate attire for our trip to the hospital - a cute orange short sleeve button-up top and white shorts that, while a little less than long, were more than acceptable. Nothing any normal 8, almost 9, year old girl would be wearing today, and her long legs probably made them appear even shorter than they really were. I was pleased. I'd hoped she know she couldn't dress like she had last night all the time, and she did. Her gorgeous pale blond hair was pulled back in long ponytail that fell the length of her back and lay upon the nook at the top of her full bottom Girly-Sexy!

"Good morning!" she sang. She seemed as happy and content as I.

"Good morning, Sugarplum" I returned, "are you hungry?".

She came to me with a hug, which I dipped down to receive, and she kissed me, sweet and quick. "Yes! I'm starving! Doing sex stuff makes ya hungry, huh?"

What?!!

"I Um...well I.." not knowing what to make of that statement.

Then she broke into a mischievous smile and I knew she was playing with me, trying to embarrass me. She was quick, quick-witted, and so much fun! I'd never enjoyed anyone's company more.

"You're so bad!" I cried, feeling betrayed.

She giggled, but insisted, "Well it does, doesn't it?".

"Yes, yes I suppose it does" I relented, "I'm really hungry too!".

Then, trying to change the subject though I knew not why, "How does some fruit and waffles sound?".

"Yummy, that's how it sounds" she chirped, and leaned back into me. The subject would not be changed. "Adam?"

Uh oh, that was a deep sounding 'Adam'.

"Yes love?" I asked, a bit concerned, now turning to pick her up and sitting her on the counter in front of me, hands on either side of her, our faces still close.

"Last night, at the end, did you have a...orgasm? Like you made me have?".

Oh, that.

"Yes, I did. And it was wonderful, Amanda. More than wonderful, it was the most incredible feeling I've ever had" I said.

"Because of the way you were...like, pushing in my hands?" she asked, sheepishly.

"Well, yes". Poor thing, this must be so hard for her to understand. "When you touch me like that it makes me feel the same way you do when I find your special place".

A glance down as a thought was processed, another question forming, then "And what was the stuff that came out, right at the end?".

Oh, that! That's what this was really all about.

"Oh. Okay. Well, that was semen, that's what doctors call it. And believe it or not, there are really little tiny things swimming around in there called sperm". Wow, I was going to have to give Amanda her first technical lesson in sex. I'd promised her twice that I would explain it all later, I guess later was now.

"In the white stuff?" she asked, almost unbelievingly.

"Yes, semen has sperm in it, they're just really small and you can't see them. Now, when a man and a woman are in love and want to have a baby, the sperm goes into her and finds her eggs, and together that makes a baby". Much, much harder to articulate this than I thought it might be. I had sudden empathy for million of parents out there.

"Girls have eggs inside them??", even more incredulously.

"Yes, they're just really, really small too. But trust me, they're in there" as I poked and tickled her tummy a little.

After giggling and pulling my hand away, "So how does it get in there, the sperms?".

Okay, yes. I was more than a little titillated describing intercourse to my sexy little plaything, but I also considered this important for her, and didn't want to try to twist it into anything nasty or dirty. Even though I wanted to continue to molest her, and hopefully one day take her virginity myself, I didn't want her to think of sex as anything but beautiful, not just lustful gratification.

"Well, like I said, when two people love each other very much, and usually after they get married, they have intercourse. That means the man puts his penis into the girl". Interesting, I had said "a man and a girl", not "a man and a woman". Well, I was trying not to twist it anyway.

Amanda's eyes widened and her jaw fell. I could see what she was thinking! My huge member in her tiny vagina. No, no, no honey! Not like that!

"Where does it go in"?", the next logical question

"Well", stalling for time to gather my thoughts. "It goes in very near your special place, in your vagina" was the best I could do.

"How does it go in, how does it fit?" a few octaves higher.

"Well, you know how when I make you feel good, down there, how you get a little wet?".

"Uh huh", without blinking.

"And you know how when you felt my penis last night, how it was kind of slippery too?" I continued.

"Ya".

"Well that makes it easier for it to go in. And when it does, it feels really good for both of them, like how what you and I did made us feel good, right?". I had an erection now.

Again, just "Ya".

"So when it feels really good for a man, it makes semen, with the sperm in it, come out of his penis and it goes into the girl. If it finds her egg, nine months later they have a baby".

I had just blown her mind.

She really didn't know anything yet, I could tell. What I couldn't believe was that, being so innocent and naïve, how, or why, had she allowed me to touch her as I had our first night together, without objection? I knew. It was natural. It was natural and right. People try to make it wrong, sex between an adult and a child, but it's really quite a natural act. I certainly hadn't meant her any harm, nor did I feel that I had harmed her in any way. She was not traumatized. Not by what we had done anyway, but I thought the description of intercourse I'd just provided may have been . But if no one had told her it was wrong, which someone had, she would never have come to that conclusion herself. It had been fun, sweet, gentle and nice. Well, my wild and nearly ferocious pounding of her ass that first night might not have been, but, hey, a guy can only do so much.

"Your penis can't fit inside me!", she cried. The fact that she had that thought in her mind pleased me greatly.

"I know, I know honey. It's not supposed to. Not yet anyway, you're still too little", I comforted.

I knew she kind of didn't like being called 'little', and she didn't now, but she knew I was right.

"That's one of the reasons people think it's bad for grown up men to be with little girls. But like I told you before, and I meant it Amanda, I'll never do anything you don't want me to do. Never. And that's why I haven't tried to do that with you yet, even though I kind of wanted to, you're still too small and probably not ready for anything like that. It would hurt you some and I couldn't do that", 'dammit!' I screamed in my head.

"But if you did put it in me I'd have a baby?", she asked.

"No, not until you're older, after you start your period", I answered.

"What's that?".

Nope, I wasn't going there yet.

"Let's talk about that next time. I'll tell you anything you want to know, Amanda, and I'll never lie to you. But right now we'd better eat and get going. Have you forgotten? We're going to be picking your mom up this morning?".

Not wishing to stop her line of questioning yet, but anxious to see her mother, she let it pass.

"Ok, but I want to talk about this more".

"Well alrighty then!", I agreed, quite dramatically.

She giggled, I laughed, and I placed her back and her feet and pushed her away with a swat. This was nice.

She began pulling dishes, glasses, and silver from where she'd seen me get them yesterday and placed them neatly on the table. Folded two paper towels just so, tweaked a knife and spoon into perfect place, then turned to see if I'd noticed. Such a good girl.

"Looks nice, thanks honey", I complimented.

She smiled her pride in my approval and took a seat as I poured batter into the waffle iron, then brought bowls of sliced melon, berries, and grapes to the table. My girl needed a good, balanced, healthy diet. I loved her so!

Chapter 19

We held hands, like the young lovers we were, all the way to the hospital. I could tell she enjoyed being with me now just as much as I did. You can't imagine how that made me feel.

I started to remind her of our need for secrecy, and she cut me off. "Adam, I already told you I wouldn't say anything. And that was before you told me you loved me! I'll never do anything to get you in trouble, so stop".

Well. I guess she put me in my place. She continued to amaze me.

"Thanks, honey. I won't mention it again", I promised.

We parked and went in, straight to the elevator and up. During my shower, while waiting for Amanda to finish hers, and during the ride over, I'd tried to think again of how I should handle things with Julie, assuming she really would be released today. But I again decided that a version of the truth, with strong assistance from Amanda, was still my best option. Sweaty palms as I entered her room.

Today she was better.

Julie was awake and sitting up when we entered. The swelling in her face had subsided and the bruising had faded some. She still looked bad, but much improved. The oxygen line and IV were gone, and when she saw Amanda she smiled a big smile and held out open arms to her daughter.

"Mommy!", Amanda shouted happily.

"Baby! Come here!" her mother managed, a little emotion detectable. Indeed, she loosed a few tears and sobbed quiet softly as she and Amanda held each other tightly.

"Are you okay, honey?" Julie asked Amanda.

"Yes, I'm fine mommy. How do you feel? Does it still hurt?" Amanda returned.

"Oh not too much anymore, I'm mostly just stiff and tired of lying in this bed", then she turned to me.

"Hi", was all she said, unsure it seemed of who I was.

"Hello Julie, I'm Adam, you're new neighbor. We met last week with Ed"?" I said, trying to jog her memory.

"Oh ya, that's right. Adam" she almost whispered to herself as the memory came to her. I waited as she concentrated and came to what I was sure would be her next question.

"Why are you here?", she asked me, brow furrowed.

"Well, I know it may seem strange, but I've been watching Amanda while you were here". I offered, as meekly and unthreateningly as I could. This was the moment of truth.

She released Amanda and leaned back closing her eyes. "No one came to get her?" she asked.

"Well, no, not that I know of. I spoke with Ed to see if you had listed anyone in case of emergency, and when we couldn't find one we were kind of stuck. Since you were supposed to be released yesterday we thought one night should be okay, and chose not to send her to Child Services, but then that turned into two. I know it must seem strange, but I didn't really know what else to do. I mean, it was just kind of thrust upon me". I pleaded my case. I thought it sounded pretty good, it was the truth after all. But my deviant shameful side was nervous and paranoid. Hopefully she'd never know just how pleased I'd been to have things turn out the way they had.

"Well thanks, I guess. I hope Amanda wasn't too much trouble?".

"No, no. It's fine. It was no problem at all.

And right on cue, Amanda came, dutifully, to my side.

"No mom, we had fun! I helped Adam with cooking and the dishes, and we even had Italian food!". Easy, tiger. Don't try too hard, I thought.

"Really?" Julie asked, eyeing me more closely now and causing goose-bumps to form on the back of my neck.

Reading her mom and realizing her mistake, she changed mid-thought and gave a more acceptable conclusion, "Ya, we made spaghetti! Adam cooks really good!". I could not believe how quick on her feet Amanda was. And how dedicated to me and my safety she already was. I loved her more!

And then the door swung open and a plain clothes detective walked in.

"Julie Stephenson?" he asked for confirmation.

"Yes?'", Julie replied.

"I need to take your statement", he said, looking from Julie to Amanda and me.

"Maybe we should wait outside?", I offered.

"That's probably a good idea", he replied. Julie nodded.

Amanda took my hand, I wasn't sure if that was a good move or not, but I couldn't change it now, and we left.

After just a few minutes the detective came out and walked by us without a word. I hoped he was off to find Julie's attacker.

We went back into Julie's room to find her standing, shakily, next to the bed.

"Should you be doing that?" I asked, skeptically.

"The doctor said I can go today, and I'm ready to go", she stated flatly.

In came a nurse with some discharge papers for her to sign and a wheelchair that she was required to be transported in. She signed the papers, then asked me to leave while she changed. In less than sixty seconds she was wheeled out of her room, and minutes later we were all three standing outside the hospital entrance.

"What am I going to do now?" Julie asked no one.

"Ed told me you've paid in advance and the house is yours. I know you haven't brought your things over yet, can I help you get them?", I offered.

"No. Our things are at his place, and I can't go there for a while, until after court the detective said. I don't think I ever want to go back there, I don't care about my stuff".

"Well, I have a decent old sofa taking up room in my spare bedroom that I just haven't had time to get rid of, you're welcome to it. We could run by a Goodwill store and maybe get a bed and some other things if you'd like?" I asked.

"No, I don't have any money. I was paying most of the bills and the rent before, and I only have like twenty bucks in my account". she said. I was sorry I asked and made her say that in front of Amanda, it couldn't have been easy. That was a mistake.

"You know, if you'd like to you are more than welcome to stay at my house tonight. I know it's not what you'd prefer, but this way you could get a good night's rest, something I think you're probably still in need of, and tomorrow you'll have a clear and rested mind to help you figure out what you'd like to do". Sound okay?

"Well, my parents live about 3 hours away, and I'd rather they didn't know about this yet, and I don't have gas money anyway, so I guess I don't have much of a choice". I could tell she was leary still. Why was I being so nice to her?

"If you'd rather I could lend you a few dollars for gas if you want to drive to your folks' place", thinking she wouldn't want to, but I thought it might help her not think I wanted her, them, with me so much as it may have seemed.

"No, if you really don't mind it might be nice to have a soft place to sleep tonight. But I do really hate to be any trouble for you". she said honestly.

"It's really okay, I don't mind. Amanda has been pleasant to have around, and one more night won't matter at all, it will actually be nice". Too much?

"Alright, thank you Adam. But why are you being so nice to us?" she finally had to ask.

"I don't think I'm doing anything that out of the ordinary. People, especially neighbors, should help each other. You're not putting me out at all, and it's been kind of nice having someone around for company for a change. That's all".

Well, she bought it. How about that?

We drove home mostly in silence, Julie up front and Amanda in back, throwing me cute glances in the rear view mirror. So far, so good.

I could see, or sense, Julie's mind ticking away, working through many questions, not the least of which was why I was willing to be responsible for an 8 year old girl I hadn't know or been asked to care for. That would be a tricky one.

We pulled into my drive and Julie looked forlornly at her little home as it sat empty next to mine.

"Tomorrow's a new day, Julie. We'll get you moved in, don't worry, everything will work out" I said. There was no way that she, and Amanda, would not be moving in tomorrow. Everything, all my plans, relied on it.

She shrugged and we got out. Amanda led her mother in, as if she'd lived here for some extended period of time and considered it her home. Cute. But I wasn't sure Julie thought so.

We first sat in the kitchen, as Julie accepted my offer of coffee. Of course Amanda, before I could make a move, went straight to the cupboard where I kept the coffee, pulled it out and brought it to me. I tried to give her a look that said "cool it!", but I didn't think she caught it.

I made coffee and made small talk with Julie, Amanda often adding her opinion or thoughts. It felt nice, the three of us there in my kitchen. And that surprised me some.

After a short pause in the conversation, I thought it a good time to inquire, "Julie, what do you do for a living?".

"Well, I work in a box factory. I know, I know, not very glamorous, but it actually pays pretty well. The problem is, He works there". I assumed the 'he' was 'him', the dickhead that beat her up.

"Shouldn't he be in jail or something by now?" I asked.

"There were no witnesses, and I left before the police arrived, so they say I can't make a domestic abuse claim. The detective didn't sound very optimistic today". she said dejectedly.

"Well that's not good" I said. "Can you get a restraining order?".

"Yes, I have to go to the courthouse and fill out some papers tomorrow". Good idea.

"Well, if you don't feel like driving yet, or need anything, please, just ask me". I offered again.

"Thanks Adam. That's sweet of you. I don't know how I'll ever make it up to you, but I will" she promised. 'You already have' I thought to myself.

"Why don't you and Amanda go relax in the living room, lie down on the couch if you'd like, I'll fix some lunch for us" I said to Julie, and Amanda shot me a disapproving look. Why? Oh, I know, could it be she didn't want to be away from me? Even for a little bit? I couldn't think of another reason why.

"Maybe mom would like to take a nap for a while until lunch is ready. Wouldn't the guest bedroom be better?", Amanda interjected. Wow. That was bold. We would definitely need to have a talk.

"No" Julie said, "I'm not sleepy, just a little sore. The couch would be nice".

And with that they left me to prepare the food, and ponder my situation.

Chapter 20

I pulled some chicken breasts from the Fridge that I had set to marinating that morning, chose some fresh produce that needed to be used, and began cooking our meal. After about fifteen minutes Amanda appeared in the kitchen.

"Mom feel asleep", she said, matter of factly. "Why'd you make me go out there? I wanted to help you with cook".

"Honey, we talked about this. We've got to be very careful, especially around your mom. She doesn't know how close we've become. She might think it's strange that you're so comfortable around me already. I don't know, darling, I just don't want anything bad to happen, you know?".

"But I didn't tell her anything?" she almost whined.

"I know, I know, but sometimes you can tell things about people without them saying anything, can't you?" I followed.

She thought about it for a second or two, then replied, "Ya, like when someone's mad or sad?".

"Right. Or like when someone doesn't like someone else, or if maybe they like them a lot?" I prodded.

"Ya. I guess you're right. I thought as long as I didn't say anything to anyone it would be okay, but I have to be careful that I don't show just how much I like you, huh?".

"Exactly. Your mom might start to notice. But don't worry, Sugarplum, we'll still find time to be together, a lot I hope. If you still want to that is?", just to make sure nothing had changed while I wasn't looking.

"Well ya! You still want to too, don't you", she shot right back at me.

"Of course I do. You shouldn't need to ask me that, can't you tell? Can't you feel how much I care for you?".

That sweet, demure smile, long-lashed eyes cast down, "Yes, I really can. It makes me feel really warm and happy inside".

"Me too. You make me very feel special, Amanda", and I thought that was enough on this topic, as Julie could be lurking around any corner.

I reached down, turned her 'round, and gave her sweet cheeks a light pat, "Go wake your mom gently, dinner is almost ready".

"'kay!", her voice smiled as she left the kitchen.

All was well thus far.

We all had hearty appetites, even Julie, and little was said during our late lunch. When most of what I'd prepared had been devoured I started clearing the dishes. Amanda looked as if she wanted to pop up to help, but thought better of it. Good girl. Wait for it.

"Amanda, could you bring your dishes and your mom's over for me, please?". I asked.

Julie had already started to rise and was piling her dishes and the serving pieces. "Adam, that was the best meal I've had in such a long time, thank you" she said, rather solemnly.

"Oh it's nothing. Most of these things needed to be used and you and Amanda just helped me do it, that's all. And besides, I really like cooking, and cooking for other people. Cooking for one isn't nearly as fun, and I throw out far too much, this worked out great".

"Well, it's still very nice of you and I appreciate it. I hope to make it up to you one day soon" she said warmly.

"Well, for now, you just rest up and do some healing. We can talk in the morning about what you'd like to do from here. You know, you're welcome to stay a few days if you need to", again holding my breath and hoping I hadn't offered too much.

"I hope I won't have to. If I can just get a few things, we don't need much, we could share a bed for now, and a few chairs and table would be enough".

"Okay. And I've got some extra things you can have, or just borrow if you'd rather. Like I said, we'll talk in the morning after you've had a good night's sleep". I repeated. "Why don't you two go back out in the living room and relax some more, I'll be done here in a minute and I'll meet you there".

They turned to leave, both giving me a private smile without the other knowing it. Nice.

In case I haven't mentioned it yet, Julie was fine! A little hard to tell with her face black and blue, but I'd seen her before that, and she was way cute. I was just so completely captivated by Amanda that first day that I didn't take note, or give you, my loyal readers, a good description. I'll do so now, as I'm sure you've been wondering.

Julie is about 5-2, maybe a little over, so kind of short. Amanda must've gotten her long limbs from her father. She has medium-length dark blond hair that I didn't think she colored. Probably what Amanda's hair would end up looking like. Anyway, she had a nice body, no extra weight but a nice full bottom and smallish breasts, probably small B cups. A slightly darker complexion than Amanda's fair skin, though now she was lightly tanned from playing outside. I keep going back to Amanda, don't I? Sorry. She has pretty blue eyes, like....well, you know, and a nose that is just right. Overall I'd give her a solid 8, maybe 8 . Very impressive, not surprising considering she passed along genes that created the most beautiful girl on earth. So in closing, I'd do her, quite willingly, even if I'd much rather do her daughter.

I wasn't going to put any moves on her, unless necessary. In my planning I had deduced that entering a relationship with Julie, if she even wanted one, or one with me, would be problematic. However, I was prepared to do so if it seemed the best, or only, way to keep her, and therefore Amanda, close to me.

While I was describing Julie to you I had been making some hot chocolate for the ladies, which I now was bringing out to the living room. Julie didn't need more caffeine this late and I knew Amanda would like it.

"A little liquid dessert anyone?" I offered as I entered.

"Oh man!" Amanda said excitedly and popped up from the sofa to retrieve hers. Julie grinned and accepted, probably thinking I was the greatest host ever. I was trying to make her think that anyway. I also hoped it would warm her and make her sleepy, so that I might at least have a few moments with Amanda. Whether or not that would be possible tonight I didn't know, but I did know that I needed a fix. Amanda had been, perhaps unbeknownst to her, perhaps not, teasing me all afternoon. Even in her more appropriate attire her beauty could not be hidden. I had found myself on more than one occasion admiring her absently-mindedly at times when Julie could've noticed. I, too, must be more careful.

I busied myself outside for a few hours with chores I'd ben putting off since Amanda arrived in my life. After thirty minutes or so I saw Amanda coming out the back door. SHe spotted me on the far side of the yard and jogged over.

"Hi!" she chimed.

"Hi" I smiled back.

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked.

"Thinking of you", I quipped back quickly.

"Nooo. I mean what are you doing out here?'.

"Oh, just some yard work I've been putting off".

"Why did you put it off?", she continued.

"Because I'd rather spend time with you than trim these darn bushes" I informed her.

"Really" she asked again, almost gleefully.

"Well yes. But that's not really that big of a compliment honey, I'd rather do a lot of thing more than trim the bushes. But I do like being with you now more than anything else".

"Me too!" she agreed, and we spent another hour or so primping the yard and enjoying each other. When all was finished we went back inside.

Julie had risen, freshened herself in the bathroom, and joined us again in the living room. Since our lunch had been more of a linner, I decided some light snacks would suffice for the night. I made some sandwiches and mixed-up a nice salsa, grabbed a bag of chips and we ate in front of the TV. We watced a rerun of Two and a Half Men, one none of us had seen, then a little of the early newscast, the girls on the sofa, me in a chair, out of reach of Amanda.

It wasn't late but I could tell Julie wouldn't last much longer. She had begun yawning and sighing, her head becoming heavy. She'd been through so much, I felt for her. I still wanted to do her daughter, but I couldn't help feeling some compassion for Julie.

"Whenever you're ready I have the spare room set-up for you. I laid out a toothbrush and some other things in the hall bath. Just ask if you need anything I haven't thought of".

"Thanks, I think I may be getting close, I'm already kind of tired again" she replied.

"Amanda can show you the way" I suggested. Amanda threw me a concerned look as if this meant an early end to just our third night together. Well what did she think? That her mom would just go off to bed and leave her out here with me? I hoped so too.

But dutifully taking my cue, she got up and showed her mom down the hall. It was only around 8:00pm, but the sun was mostly set and I, too, was a little tired from the yard work I'd finished.

I could hear words being exchanged behind the closed door, more like a discussion than just bedtime talk. What could that be about? I heard the door come open and they both reappeared before me in the living room.

"Adam, it's still pretty early, would you mind if Amanda stayed up a little while longer, there's something she wants to watch on TV?". Oh, Amanda had been pleading to stay up later. And Julie hadn't insisted that she come to bed with her? This was a very good development!

"Not at all. I'm not tired yet and I have a little computer work that I need to get to. I'll need to go into the office for a few hours in the morning, but I'll be home early, probably by ten. Just so you know and in case I don't see you in the morning. Sleep in as late as you need".

"I hope you're not missing work over all this?" she asked, concerned.

"No, no. I don't go into the office very often. So how about you worry about taking care of you and getting better, and don't worry about anything else" I sad, a little teasingly.

"Okay. Thanks again, Adam. For everything" were her warm words, and warm smile. I think she thought I was alright.

"Please, don't mention it. I'm sure you'd do the same if you were in my shoes", and I was.

"Okay, goodnight then".

"Goodnight Julie, sleep well". I returned.

"Amanda, after your show you come right into bed with me, alright?".

"I will" was all she got out of her as Amanda had already tuned to the channel she wanted and was, at least seemingly, already into the show. She was so sneaky! I knew she had ulterior motives.

I had started to wonder if I was wrong about that when, after fifteen or twenty minutes Amanda hadn't even looked back at me, as she was laying on the floor in front of the TV. I wondered if she'd done that on purpose, as sitting next to me on the couch might cause her mother to question her judgment about this being okay - Amanda staying up with me.

Then, without a word, Amanda jumped up, tip-toed down the hall and up to the guest bedroom door, listen carefully, then came running back to the living room, jumped on the sofa, and planted a warm and wonderful kiss on my lips. I returned it most avidly, though I was listening intently for any sound emanating from the hallway. This was a little sketchy, but we both needed it after having been so close for the last two days and then not being able to show each other any affection at all since this morning. I pulled her tighter and our lips parted, her tongue sought mine out and we kissed passionately for almost a minute.

"That was nice", I thanked her.

"I know, huh" was her response, along with her impish smile.

I decided it was safe enough to keep her close to me for a few minutes. Julie was surely out cold, her body still much in need of rest. And I was much in need of some soft touches and warm hugs from Amanda. We both knew nothing more could happen, so it was nice just having some "us" time together, alone.

Soon the show Amanda had sworn to her mother that she just had to watch was over, and I felt it best we not press our luck. If Julie awoke and found Amanda still up and out here with me after the episode had ended we might have a problem. No, this day had gone too well thus far to mess it up now.

"Better get to bed, sweetheart", I urged.

"I know. I wish I could sleep with you tonight, though" she said.

"Ya, me too. But I'll be thinking of you all night and wishing you were with me".

"Me too" she copied.

"Alright, give me one last kiss and off you go". She did, a nice kiss with a hint of something more that she wished for.

"Aren't you gonna say it?", she asked as we parted.

"What?", I really didn't know.

"Nothing", dejectedly. Oh, I bet I knew.

"Amanda, I love you darling". I told her.

She beamed, "I love you too, Adam", and went to join her mother.

How sweet was that?

I was startled from sleep with a hand shaking me intently. As I came to I could just make out Amanda's form in the dark. What the...?

"What is it honey? You shouldn't be in here", I warned.

"I know, but I couldn't sleep. Couldn't I just stay with you for a little bit?" she begged.

"Amanda, if your mom wakes and up?", I pleaded. I couldn't tell her no, but I knew it was a very bad idea.

"Please, just for a while?", again.

As I told you before, I couldn't resist her. Anything she wanted.

"Okay, but just for a few minutes, then you've got to get back. If your mom wakes up you're gonna be in trouble, and I'm gonna be dead!".

"I know, don't worry, she won't wake up. She didn't when I got into bed with her", as I opened the blanket to let her in. I was actually very pleased that she wanted to come snuggle up with me. I secretly been hoping she would.

She was wearing a nightgown I had purchased for her yesterday, one she knew her mom would be okay with, thin and whispery, and I could feel all of her as she climbed in and pressed herself to me. She knew what that did to me!

"Oh honey", I breathed, as Mr. Johnson sprang to life, he not tired at all now.

"I know" she whispered, "I missed you too", with a maturity that belied her age. She rolled over on her side facing me, again locking her eyes to mine, and just stared into me, waiting. I brought my lips to hers and we kissed a soft and sweet kiss. Then she lowered her head and buried it into my chest, her free arm wrapping as far around me as it could. I loved this little girl so much! "Down boy" I instructed my cock. This was not the time for that!

She turned back away from me and nestled her body more snuggly into me.

My eyes popped open and I saw grey early morning sunlight outside. I felt my young lover next to me, breathing softly, still sleeping. Oh my god! We had fallen asleep together in my bed! Up! Up! Hurry! Before Julie wakes!

Shaking Amanda, "Honey! Honey wake up!" I whispered lowly but urgently.

"Huh?", was all that came from my sleepy angel.

"It's morning! We fell asleep! You've got to get out of here and back in bed with your mother!"

"But.." she started.

"No buts, baby. You've got to scoot, now!". I hated waking her with such a start, but we were very close to real trouble here.

And then, there was a an urgent tap on my door.

"Adam? Adam I can't find Amanda!" Julie's voice sounded strained through the closed door.

Holy-fucking-shit! The jig was up! I'd never been so frightened in all my life! I was such an idiot! I never should've let Amanda get in bed with me!

What in the hell was I going to do now?