Chapter 21

I was so scared I couldn't think straight. I couldn't think at all! Terror had completely consumed me as I envisioned years in prison and my life ruined. Nothing could save me.

Amanda and I looked at each other, both frightened, me the most. She leapt from the bed and scanned the room in search of an escape, then raised her arms palms up as if to say, 'What should I do?'. It doesn't matter, darling. I'm busted and our love affair is over before it really began. I wish I could've at least known what it was like to make love to her. Now I'd spend a decade in jail dreaming of what had been possible had I only been more careful. I would punish myself by the second for years to come. The knowing that I was so close to paradise would surely drive me insane.

"Adam! Adam are you in there?" Julie shouted again. The door wasn't locked, why hadn't she just opened it already?

"Yes. Just a second" I stalled for time.

Feeling that my life was almost literally in danger, adrenaline finally kicked my brain into action, a tsunami of small electrical currents fired and raced round my brain as I tried to formulate a plan.

The window or the attic access in my closet, those were my choices. The window would be faster. I ran to the one on the side of the house without choosing to do so, every millisecond counting. It was unlocked and I flung it up and open. Amanda ran to me with arms up reaching for me, ready to be lifted and tossed outside. And that's what I did, as gently as possible, and sent her away with "Head for the back yard!" whispered hoarsely.

I closed the window, grabbed my sweats and pulled them on as Julie began her third round of pounding on my door. I opened it as she was still in mid-knock.

"What's wrong?" I asked, certain that my guilt was obvious on my face.

"I woke up and Amanda was gone! She's nowhere in the house, I've looked everywhere! Have you seen her? Is she in here?" as she blew past me and began searching all around my bedroom.

"No Julie, she's not in here" I replied honestly, and portrayed a look of confusion as if to say, 'Why would she be in here?".

"Well she's gone! I'm calling the police!" she shouted, apparently satisfied with her search and running past me out of my room.

"Hold on. Have you looked outside?" I asked, following her down the hall. There was no way I wanted the police called!

"Why would she be outside?" she questioned me.

"I don't know, Julie", trying to slow her down. All I knew was that the last thing I wanted was to see a police car pull up in my drive. "But if she's not in here, maybe she's outside somewhere".

Julie looked like she hadn't even considered that possibility and she turned and ran for the back door with me right behind her.

"Amanda! Amanda!" Julie shouted as soon as she threw the screen door open.

And just like that Amanda's head popped up from within the garden, her cheeks, chin, and neck awash in a ghastly bluish-red liquid. What the hell?

"Amanda!" Julie now shouted with a mixture of relief and aggravation. Amanda kept a surprised expression on her face as Julie made her way to the back left portion of my garden. I smiled at her from behind her mother. Perfect, Amanda. Absolutely perfect. She appeared to have been gorging on my strawberries and blueberries, oblivious that anything was amiss.

"What are you doing out here?" Julie asked pointedly as she brushed a few leaves from her daughter's nightgown, then used it to wipe her juice-covered face.

"Idunno" innocently, "I woke up and you and Adam were still sleeping and I was hungry. We had berries for breakfast yesterday and they were so good that I wanted some more. There weren't any left in the fridge so I came out here. I was only going to get a few and take them back inside, but I ate one, then another one, and they were so good I just couldn't stop".

I smiled broadly - to show Julie that I was relieved and that she could be too, now. And at Amanda, to let her know how well she'd done. She was better under pressure than I was! That was for sure. And he had saved me yet again.

"You scared your mom a little bit, Amanda. You should really let one of us know if ever you leave", I scolded, almost teasingly. She played along and frowned, as if she really felt badly for causing such a fuss. I would enroll her in acting classes I decided right then and there. She was sooo good!

"I'm sorry mommy. I didn't mean to scare you", looking pitiful and adorable all at once.

And in that moment the mood changed. Julie and I looked at each other as we stood in the early morning light, here, in the middle of my garden with this lovely, juice-stain child. Nothing sinister had happened, just a mild indiscretion and less than mild overreaction, which was understandable after all that Julie had been through. And the sweet comedy of it all hit us. Julie looked lovingly down to her beautiful daughter, over to me, smiled widely and chuckled. I chuckled. Amanda chuckled, and we all began laughing. We turned and walked back toward the house for some breakfast and to plan our day. Thank goodness for Amanda's quick thinking!

As we finished-off our pancakes and eggs, we talked about what their immediate needs were to make their new home at least habitable, if not hospitable.

"I was thinking of going to a payday loan place to get some cash, then I could get a bed that Amanda and I could share for a while, a table and chairs, maybe a couch. I could get the big stuff at a rent-to-own place, a refrigerator and washer and dryer." Julie said, less looking for approval than simply informing me, but still seemed to want my input. Interesting.

"Look Julie", I began, "I have a decent sofa in the spare bedroom that you're more than welcome to take, and I have a coffee table downstairs that I don't love a lot. There, your living room is done. Maybe we could hit some garage sales and find end tables and lamps for cheap. And I have a small refrigerator in the garage that I'm not using. I got a new one for the kitchen last year and put the old big one out there so I'd have an extra freezer. The little one works fine and needs a home. And I don't plan on having any more guests for quite some time, so you could use the bed in my spare room until you can afford another. There's no sense in going into debt and paying too much for stuff at the rent-to-own store, you'll have enough other expenses that we're not even thinking of - like getting the phone turned on and what not. Please, don't be too proud to let me help. I don't want to have to have a yard sale with all shorts of kooks rummaging about. Help me, take my stuff, ple ase", I added with mock drama.

She smiled at my attempt at humor and said, "Okay, Adam, I'll let you help me some, but we must agree that I can pay you back or I won't do it. Okay?".

"Okay" I agreed.

Then her expression changed and a questioned formed.

"Why Adam? I know what you said last night, but really, why? This is beyond just helping-out a neighbor. Why are you being so generous?". Her tone let me know that I was going to be required to provide more than just generalities. This was a part of my plan that I had, for a change, given a great deal of thought. It was a little sooner than I would've liked, but so, too, had been getting in Amanda panties and I liked that part of it. I felt the time was right.

"Amanda, how about you go back out to the garden and, if you left any for the rest of us, pick a few more berries for me?", I asked.

She beamed a smile. What did she think she knew? And ran out the door with a bang.

Turning back to Julie I said, "Look, maybe I wouldn't do all this for just anyone. But it is true that I'd like you to be my neighbor for longer than just a few months or a year, like most that have lived there, so I have an interest in you liking being here. But yes, I guess it's a little more than that. Amanda is too sweet and a lot of fun to be around, and from the short time I've spent with you I've found you to be the same. You're not in this situation because you're lazy, or drugged-out, or anything that was your fault, and that makes me want to help you more. And, I will be straightforward and very candid, though it's a bit hard for me to. When I saw you last week I found you quite attractive, and now that I know you a little bit I find I like you. So yes, there's a more personal reason why I'm doing this. I'm not trying to win you over with deeds, but I guess I do want you to like me too, so why not do what I can to help make that happen? But, please, seriously, don't ever feel like you're obliged to me in any way, for any thing. And I don't want you to feel awkward or embarrassed now that I've told you this. If you get to know me and don't think I'm someone you could have feelings for it's no problem at all. Like I said, just having good neighbors would be more than enough for me".

She leaned forward, placed her elbows onto the table, folded her fingers together palms down, and rested her chin upon the tops of her hands, examining me. Looking back at her I thought to myself just how pretty she really was. I hope I hadn't said more than I should've. The funny part was that I kind of meant it, it wasn't all just platitudes and niceties meant to make her like me so I could be with her daughter. I really did like her. Very strange, since I never thought I could have feelings for a mature woman ever again, so ensconced in the beauty and sexuality of little girls as I was. This was weird, but a nice feeling too. Maybe I wasn't quite the perv I thought I was. Nah, I was. Maybe I was just developing the capacity for more?

"That sounded like you'd been thinking about it a lot before you said it", Julie noticed, the corners of her lips pulling upwards, head tilting slightly.

"Ya, well, I figured you'd be asking, so I wanted to be prepared" I returned confidently.

"I'm impressed. Is that what you were trying to do, impress me?".

"No", I said, "I didn't really plan on saying that much, and I'm still unsure as to how it was received", my brow rising questioningly. "But I'm glad if that is the result". This was starting to sound like light and playful banter between two people who had decided they liked each other. I felt a little rush.

"Well. I think you're very nice, Adam. And nice guys really are kind of hard to find these days. You can just look at my face to see that. So let's just keep getting to know each other and see what happens. I'm really in no hurry to meet someone new yet", a pause, then "But I am glad I met you".

Wow! WOW! How about that!?

"Sounds good to me" I said, unable to stifle a widening smile. I think I may have even blushed a little. Julie noticed and grinned wider too.

Amanda came rushing in the back door with a pale full of fresh berries and came to a halt as she entered the kitchen. She looked from Julie to me and seemed to, again, notice something that was unsaid. Something had changed while she was outside, and whatever it was she sensed it was a good thing, as she, too, smiled at us as we smiled at her.

"Okay then!", as I stood and took the berries from Amanda and put them in a clean container and into the fridge. "Let's start moving some things!".

Amanda took my vacuum cleaner over and cleaned the carpets as I and Julie carried my sofa and other things in. We all three were in very good sprits and warm feelings were being felt by all. Man, this was really something.

When the last of my stuff had been relocated across the driveway, Julie said to Amanda, "We need to get some clothes", before she had the sudden realization that Amanda was already wearing something new, something that she had not purchased for her.

Amanda exciting blurted out, "I got some new clothes already!", before she hurriedly started, then stopped, a move to cup her mouth, as if she'd let something slip that she knew she shouldn't have.

"Really?" Julie asked, peering at me suspiciously. I couldn't tell if it was a look of suspicion that said, "Did you do even more for us already?", or "What are you doing buying clothes for my daughter, are you some kind of weirdo?". I was struck by how fast my situation had been alternating from really good, to really bad and scary, and back, numerous times, all within 24 hours. Would it be like this forever? . I didn't think my heart could stand it. The life of a little girl lover, never was it easy!

Trying not to show my illease at this latest challenge, I answered, "Well ya, on the way home from the hospital, that first day, I realized she didn't have a change of clothes". Actually I had more than noticed the night before, as I fondled Amanda's sweet, bare, bottom on my sofa! "So we went to the mall and she got a few things. No big deal" as I tried to conclude this topic.

"So where are they?" she asked us both.

Shit! Would she freak at the clothes Amanda had picked-out? Probably!

"Um, there in the drawers in the our room, I mean the spare bedroom" Amanda replied, trying not to look guilty.

"Well let's go see what you got" Julie said, as she pushed back her chair and headed out of the kitchen and down the hall. This could be really bad!

I didn't know if I should follow them into the bedroom or not. I decided against it, awaiting my fate in the kitchen. Once again I was sweating bullets. Please! Please!! Don't let my stupid mistake ruin this! I should've hidden the more audacious items. Too late now.

Minutes passed as I listened to them talking back and forth through the partially closed door, though I couldn't make out the words. I could picture Julie holding up this and that, thinking it strange that I bought all these provocative things for her daughter. And the thongs!! Oh my God! How would I explain that?

The door, which had been only half closed came open and I could hear them more clearly as they headed for the kitchen.

"...but I've told you I don't like those kinds of clothes. You knew better!", Julie was scolding Amanda. As they came into view I could see Amanda's head was lowered and she seemed disheartened.

"Adam" Julie said rather sternly to me, "How could you buy all those thing for her?!".

I figured my only chance was to act dumb.

"Idunno", I replied, "I didn't know what to get for her, so I just let her pick out what she wanted. Did I do something wrong?".

I couldn't tell if she was upset with Amanda for choosing the things she did, or if it was me she was displeased with. I was about to find out, to my great dismay.

"How could you think those things were appropriate for an 8 year old, Adam?", an almost outright accusation. I was in trouble.

"Well I don't know. How would I know what girls wear today? I mean, it didn't seem that much different from what all the other girls in the mall were wearing".

"Thong panties, Adam? Thongs?? You bought my daughter thongs and you don't see anything wrong with that?", she continued her assault. My chances for escaping this latest blunder withering by the second.

"I didn't really check what she was getting" I offered, meekly.

"And there's so much! And those clothes are from all the most expensive stores! You must've spent a fortune on her!".

"I think you're overeating a little, Julie. Look, maybe I let her get some things she shouldn't have, but you know what? It wasn't just clothes shopping. Amanda was sad when you weren't released and I wanted to cheer her up some. You should've seen how happy she was, Julie. She had a lot of fun and it helped to take her mind off the fact that her mom was beat-up, in the hospital, and basically still unconscious. I thought I was doing a good thing. I'm sorry it wasn't and that it's upset you so. I didn't mean to".

Julie slowed down, then paused for thought. A deep sigh, and then, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Adam. How would you know? You don't have any children, do you?".

"No, I don't". I answered.

"And Amanda did say it was the funnest day of her life. I'm sorry, you're right. I overreacted. It's just, did you see all of those things? Some of them I would have a hard time wearing without feeling very exposed. I can't imagine Amanda wearing them!" she said.

Oh, I could!

"Well, I'm still sorry that it upset you. Why don't you two go through it all and see what she should keep and what we should take back and return", I offered.

"But MOM!" Amanda pleaded.

"What? You don't expect to let you keep all that stuff?", she asked.

"Why not?" was her best defense.

"Well because Amanda, some of those things are too revealing, and too mature for you. You're just a little girl, Amanda, you're eight years old!", she scolded.

"I'm almost nine, mom!" Amanda threw back.

"Okay, almost 9. You're still a little girl". she said again.

I knew that wouldn't go over well. Amanda didn't think if herself as 'little', even less so now that she had experienced some 'grown-up things' with me.

"I'm not a little girl!" Amanda shouted back.

I hadn't seen her this emotional and animated before. Indeed, her eyes began to form tears, so angry and frustrated she was. I didn't know what I should do. I thought it better that I support Julie in her difficult role of single parent, but I loved Amanda already, and I hated to see her upset.

"I'm sorry I caused all this, Julie. I really didn't mean to".

"I know, it's okay. It's just...when I saw some of those things! I mean, a couple of those skirts are so short! And the shorts too! I know girls are more into fashion now and all, but really! I can't see her wearing them, she's so young still".

Amanda hurrumphed her disapproval at again being referred to as 'little', and I gave her an understanding look. Her mother saw this and gave a little ground. "Okay. We'll go through all those things tonight and we'll see. But I'm not making any promises".

"Okay, mommy", Amanda responded hopefully.

Knowing I shouldn't, but unable to control my impulsive need to see Amanda in more of those ultra-sexy clothes, I added, "I know how you feel, Julie. I mean, I kind of do. But it really does seem like this is what a lot of the girls are wearing out there, not that that makes it right. But you remember how important that was when you were young. I know I do. We all just wanted to fit in. And besides, the clothes she's worn so far have seemed really nice to me. She looks cute in them". I wondered to myself if I'd referred to Amanda's beauty once too often already, but I didn't want to see those clothes returned. Any of them!

"I know", she said, seeming to give just a little more. "Maybe we could save some of them for a while and she could still wear them when she's a little older. We'll see".

"Good idea", I agreed.

Another bullet dodged.

Chapter 22

I needed to get to the office today, if for no other reason than to get the mail. I'm a distributor for several high-end audio/video manufacturer's, so my office was little more than a two room suite in an older office park. No, not the one Amanda and I had visited, this one was a few miles further away.

"I still need to get some things from the store. We don't even have tooth brushes or toilet paper" Julie announced.

"Sure you do. Do you think I want to keep the toothbrushes I gave you> You take those, and a few rolls of tp, and some towels, whatever. You only have twenty bucks, Julie, you'd better save that. And you don't need to get a loan for toilet paper!" I mused. "I think we can get you through this without borrowing".

"Oh, but I'm paying you back, remember?" she stated, not willing to give an inch on that issue. I had to respect that.

"That's fine, but don't be in a rush. Get yourself squared away first. And until you do, don't hesitate to get what you need from here. I've kind of got it in my head that I might be taking care of dinner for you and Amanda this week, until you get paid again. Would that be okay?" I asked.

"I suppose so", and she again flashed me a warm smile.

"Good. I'd almost forgotten how much I enjoy cooking for guests". Then, changing the subject, "When do you think you'll go back to work?.

"Tomorrow. I can't afford to be away any longer. I need to call in today, I don't think they even know what happened or why I'm not there".

"Okay. Well, I'm going to get cleaned up go into the office for just a little while, I'll be back in an hour or so. You two can get showered and, if you wouldn't mind, maybe make a run to the market? We need milk and bread. Are you up to driving?".

"Yes, I'm good. I'm feeling almost normal again, and I have half a tank of gas. No problem", she said.

"Good. You do look better" I threw in for good measure, and she seemed to appreciate the compliment. All the swelling was gone, and only the worst bruises were still visible. She really was pretty.

Amanda came trotting back into the kitchen from a potty break, all smiles and full of little girl enthusiasm for a new day, now that we had averted a number of crisis.

"I'm running off to the office for a little bit while you and your mom do some shopping" I informed her.

"Can't I go with you?" was her surprising reply.

I was not prepared for that and my face showed it. I looked to Julie for her input and she looked as surprised as I.

"I suppose it's okay", Julie said, "if Adam doesn't mind".

"No, I guess it's okay with me too. I'm just stopping in for the mail and to check on a few things, maybe make a phone call or two", I replied. "Are you sure? You don't need any help at the store?"

"No, I'll be fine. Maybe I'll stop in at work instead of calling. No, you two have fun" she said. It pleased me greatly that she agreed to this. It showed she trusted me at least a little, and that the mistakes I'd made so far hadn't been fatal for our relationship. Amanda's and mine, that is.

How awesome was my little girl? I hadn't realized how much she really missed being alone with me, not in a sexual way but just being together, and it filled me with warm feelings all over again. It also excited me a little, having some more alone time with Amanda. I was hoping that's what she was thinking too.

I had also been giving some thought to what Julie would do with Amanda during the days when she was working. Her not minding me taking Amanda with me to the office was a very good sign. Perhaps I could fill yet another role in there lives - summertime babysitter!

We all showered and dressed. Amanda came out in some of those shorts that were borderline acceptable, quite petite but still within the bounds of what Julie could handle. I loved them! She looked so good, it reminded me of my main mission here, to get inside them! Amanda watched my eyes take her in and was pleased with my reaction. She liked making me a little uncomfortable, and she now knew what it meant.

Julie looked nice too, refreshed, though she still had no change of clothes. This prompted another offer from me.

"Julie, I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry. We took care of Amanda's clothing needs, but you still don't have anything, do you?", I asked.

"No. Maybe I'll run by Goodwill while I'm out and get a few things" she replied.

Knowing she didn't have any extra money for clothes, I carefully worded my offer.

"Well, you definitely need some things, but even at Goodwill that twenty dollars won't go very far. Not to mention, they may not have everything you need".

"Oh I'll be okay", was all she said.

"I know. But might you let me help you with this?", knowing she wouldn't want to.

"I'd rather not. I wasn't going to tell you because you seemed so against it, but I was going to run by the check cashing place first".

"Well, I'm don't want to try to tell you what to do, but I'd much rather you let me help than get money from them at like a million percent interest. How about this? When we get back and when you're finished running around, maybe we could all three go shopping again, this time for you?".

She received it better than I thought she might. Perhaps shopping was really the way to a girls heart? It had certainly done wonders for Amanda.

"Maybe", she said, a little embarrassed still by her need, but not as bad as before. "I'll think about it while I'm out". Then, "Thank you for offering, Adam. I really don't know what I'd be doing right now if it weren't for you. You're definitely making it easier for me, and I appreciate it so much!".

"Not a big deal. It was kind of fun taking Amanda the other day. She enjoyed herself so much. It would be fun for me taking you too, I think, if you enjoy getting new clothes as much as she does?".

"Well, I don't think I'll need nearly as much as she got. You really spent too much on her, Adam. Not that I don't appreciate that too, but really!".

"I know. But I kind of couldn't help myself. She was so excited running around, grabbing this and that and trying different outfits on to show me".

Oops.

"Oh, so she was modeling all those things for you?", she asked.

"Well, not everything", I stumbled.

"Oh really?", now, with a coy smile that must be genetic, so amazingly similar to her daughter's it was.

"Well ya, I mean, what was I going to do, not look? Tell her to ask someone else's opinion?", defensively.

Julie chuckled at my apparent embarrassment. "And what did you think when you saw her in those little skirts and shorts? Didn't you think they were a little....much?".

Wasn't falling for that one! I'd never admit what my true feelings and thoughts were as Amanda pranced around in front of me, showing off and very aware of that it did to me.

"No, they weren't that expensive", I said, with a bit of a wry smile, knowing she meant something else.

"Oh stop!", she cried, giving my shoulder a little push. Our first contact, other than when I'd carried her into my house. She was feeling more and more comfortable with me. And I'd been able to talk about Amanda's clothes without her getting freaked-out, or suspicious.

"What?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"I think I'd better be careful, you might like Amanda more than me!" she laughed.

If only she knew how close to the truth she was! But again, I couldn't tell if she was playing or trying to get me to admit to something, trying to catch me off-guard with this light-hearted back and forth.

"Cut it out! I was just trying to help out" was my retort. It was complete rubbish, though, as you, dear reader, already knew.

"I know, I know, it's okay. I was just teasing" she admitted. "But we still have to go through those things and see what she can wear now. There's just so much! It'll take all night!" she moaned.

Nice. This could be a fun night! Again!

"We?" I sort of stammered.

"Yes, we. You bought them, now you have to help me talk her out of some of them! Don't you feel responsible?" she poked.

"Well, uh, I guess so". I said. Really? Really I was going to get to see her in all those things again? With Julie watching me watching her?! The pervish side of me was all aflutter, but my better half was worried. Something could easily go ary and I would hate myself again for getting into a position that could spell doom for Amanda and I.

Well piss on that! My girl-loving side won out, easily! Another little fashion show it was! Maybe I could even coax Julie into doing a little runway action too! The thought of it all was quite exciting. I got a little bloodflow.

"Okay then, you promise to help me make her understand that she just can't go out like that?", she tried to confirm.

"Well, yes and no. I mean, I don't want her to hate me just 'cause you're a mean mom" with such subtle inflection that she had to listen to me say it again in her head.

"What?!! What's that supposed to mean?", acting quite offended.

"Just that, I don't want her to get mad at me for siding with you against her, you know?".

"Why? Do you care what she thinks more than what I think?", was her quick response. Shrewd, very shrewd this one was.

"No, I don't want anyone mad at me!" I exclaimed.

Amanda had taken a seat on the front porch steps, as we had walked outside to the front yard while we were talking, and was now watching us with delight. I'd expected her to help me in my negotiations with her mother, but she, probably quite wisely, choose to let me dig my hole. She seemed to really enjoy seeing her mother and I quip and tease back and forth. I was liking it too.

"But you just said you would", Julie threw at me.

"Yes, but I modified my statement and resubmitted it for your approval. Tell you what, though". Watch this, my readers. This next move was smooth as silk. "If you let Amanda and I judge your new stuff that you get today, then I'll do as you ask and judge, impartially mind you, with you about her stuff. Deal?".

I'd spoken all that rather quickly and it took her a second to digest it all and make sure I wasn't sneaking something in there that she hadn't noticed. "What do you mean, judge my stuff?"

"It's only fair isn't it? I bet Amanda would agree"

"Ya mom, he's right" she said, nodding her head and raising her brow.

"Oh, okay. I see how it's gonna be" she complained, "You and Amanda against me, huh?".

"No, no. I promised to be impartial, and I will. I don't want Amanda wearing anything too...provocative?" trying to act unsure as to how I should even refer it. "And how this? We both get 2 vetoes. No accompanying vote required? Ya?", I offered.

"Okay, that'll work" she agreed.

"Just remember, I could use one or even both on you!" I teased again.

"What do you think I would buy that would deserve a veto?" she asked.

"One of those tie-dye shirts, mom. He could veto that", Amanda chimed in.

"Ya, I might veto that" I agreed.

Julie looked back and forth from Amanda to me. "Like I said, just so long as I know what I'm up against. Two against one, huh?".

"Nope, one against one, with me being the all-important tie-breaker" I laughed. "Actually, I hope no one is against anyone. Maybe Amanda will be easier to work with than you think".

"I doubt that very seriously" Julie said.

"Well, you never know" I returned. "Anyway, we'd better get going, don't you think?" I asked. And with that I sent Amanda to my car so I could speak privately with Julie.

"Here, please, don't go to that place, and don't feel bad about taking it", as I handed her my debit card. "Get what you need now, don't go without. You don't need us along to get your things. And besides, we'll be seeing them tonight", I teased again. "You can pay me back, no problem. But don't go deeper in the hole just for pride's sake".

She wanted to say no, but instead said, "Okay. And I will pay you back, Adam. I promise. And thank you. Again".

"You needn't mention it, again" in my best proper English.

"Yep, you sore do talk funnee" she teased back.

"I know".

Amanda was waiting in the passenger seat as I got in and her mom pulled out of the drive. Always one to get right to the point, she said, "You like my mom, huh?".

Surprised by that, I answered "Well, yes, she's nice".

"No, I mean like, like", and she giggled a little.

"Well, yes, kind of. But I still love, love, you" I told her, very honestly. This could get complicated really fast.

"Ya but, if mom liked you too, wouldn't you like her more than me?" she asked, a little dejectedly.

"Nope. I won't. I know it's hard for you to understand, and it's even harder for me to put it in words. But I told you before that you are the one that I feel like I've been waiting for almost my whole life, and I meant it. It's very special, the way I feel for you, Amanda. And I know I can't have these same feelings for anyone else, ever, no matter what. Not even your mom".

"But I'm a little girl?".

"Yes, I know".

"How could you love me more than a grown-up girl?" she asked.

Wow, how to tackle that one? I knew I'd have to, but still didn't know how best to put it in words that she would understand.

"Because, Amanda, there's something different about me. I don't know why I am the way I am, but I've always liked girls that were younger than me. A lot younger, like you. I've always liked little girls more than women my age. Most people think it's wrong and bad, but I can't help it, and I can't change it. I hope you don't think it's bad too?".

I knew it was wrong to force this small child to contemplate issues that were beyond her understanding, but I had to try. The feelings I had for her were real. I loved her dearly! I cherished her. I never wanted to be without her.

"No, I don't", quietly, thoughtfully, then "Why do other people think it's bad?".

"Because, they don't think we have enough in common to be able to have feelings like that for each other. That you're not old enough to understand what love really means. And that sex stuff can only be bad for you because you're so little". I added that last part just to help make her a bit more defiant.

"I'm not that little! And I do know how much you care about me. And I feel the same way too. I love you too!" she said with enough passion that I was convinced.

"Oh honey, I love you too! So very much". And I bent to kiss her, and she leaned up to kiss me. And it was wonderful. We parted lips, just barely, and looked into each other's eyes, as we had become so fond of doing. I tried to beam my warmest feelings for her directly through her eyes and into her brain, that she might truly understand.

Parting fully and buckling our belts I said, "Let's got going, honey. You're mom won't be gone long and I want to get home before she does so you and I can start cooking dinner for her".

"Okay!" she said gleefully, and took my hand in hers, as she had grown fond of doing.

My office isn't much, just a small room with office stuff - a desktop computer, fax, answering machine, shredder, etc., and a second room that was set-up for customers to come in and listen to new equipment. A sound, or music, room, if you will, but it also had a projector and screen for viewing. I turned on a receiver, found the Disney radio channel for Amanda, then went about checking my mail and listening to phone messages. Amanda stayed close to me, humming songs and asking me silly questions. I treasured her company and knew I would never tire of it.

I finished my required tasks in short order, then took Amanda back into the sound room. It was windowless and the walls were covered with a special sound dampening material. It made for an intimate atmosphere, cool and quiet.

I changed the station to something softer, dimmed the lights, took a seat in one of the big, cushiony theater chairs, and pulled her onto my lap. She was pleased to oblige and was quickly nestled up against me. We sat like that for a moment or two, content to be close again. Of course I couldn't resist allowing my hands to roam, and she enjoyed my tender caresses. This was how she could tell how I felt. If my words couldn't convey my feelings, surely these sweet moments together could. Or so I hoped.

"I missed being able to be alone with you yesterday. I mean, I'm glad your mom is better and out of the hospital, but I missed this", and I kissed her, more deeply and passionately, pulling her slight body to me. She, too, seemed hungry for my attention and gave herself over to me. I held her face as our tongues danced, Amanda beginning to moan softly as her excitement grew.

I moved from her lips to her neck, soft kisses and sweet words in her ear. I ran my hands down her bare shoulders and arms, she squeezed my arms tightly in her small hands. I hadn't planned on letting this go too far, but Amanda was quickly becoming very aroused, her breath coming heavy now, her eyes closed, her body pressing to mine, calling to me.

I pulled away and looked into her eyes again, silently checking to see if she wanted more.

She did.

She closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine, wrapped her arms around my head and hugged me tight. "Yes", is what she said, without uttering a sound.

I figured Julie would be at least two hours, and probably three or even more. We'd only been gone for about thirty-five minutes, so time was on our side.

I pushed Amanda off my lap and she stood in front of me, waiting. I took her shirt and pulled it gently over her shoulders and off, and took a moment to enjoy her beauty, topless before me. She was used to me doing this and was patient a moment longer as I ravished her with my eyes. Then, without my asking or prompting, she unzipped her shorts and pushed them down, leaving only her panties remaining. Cute and girly they were, yellow with light blue flowers and a small bow in front. Just as sexy, if not more so, than the thong she wore for me on our dinner night. You know what I mean.

Her body, so damned beautiful it hurt, now moved closer to me and received my touch. It was still so new, this love-making with a child, I almost couldn't believe it was true, that it could really be happening. But it was, Amanda was here, now, with me, lovely and willingly naked. I felt the rush come over me. I'd seen it before of course, but I couldn't wait to see it again. My hands moved to her hips, her slender, so sexy hips, and pushed her panties down over them. I let them dangle there between her thighs for a moment, as I always enjoyed that look, that pose - a girl with her panties halfway down. The picture of her now, in front of me, more beautiful than any I'd seen in the thousands I perused online. More beautiful than Lia, more sexy than even than Sandra. Her body was splendid, and she was going to let me have it, again.

I gave her panties a little push and they fell the rest of the way to the floor. She leaned into me as she stepped out of them, then stepped back to let me look at her again, proud of how she made me feel. Pleased to be pleasing me with her lovliness. She knew. She was beginning to understand. She had seen how the men at the restaurant had noticed her, couldn't help but notice her, and stare. She'd tried to act as if she hadn't, but she had, and she loved it! It made her feel pretty, desirable, and most of all, not little. Just like I was going to make her feel now, very grown up.

I knelt down in front of her, our faces more level, and we came together automatically, lovers now without shame. I took all of her into me, inhaled her, tasted her, kissed her all over. Up and down her body my lips and tongue travelled, sinful delight realized in her nubile young body. I turned and gently pushed her down into the pillowy chair, reached up 'round her middle and slid her down to my famished mouth. She knew what to expect now and was oh so ready to get to it! She reached for me with both hands and tugged my face into her small sex. Up and down she slid herself, sweet young cunt aching for the pleasure she knew was building inside her. I teased around inside the nook where her legs met her mound, then up to her slippery smooth lips, her labia delightfully springy, succulent, delicious. My tongue flicking deeper within, she began moving in rhythm to my tongue's lashings. More and more I gave her until......

"What?" she asked with a gasp as I pulled myself away from her. Today would be different. I knew how intense and powerful this little girl came, her orgasms spending her completely. I liked that, but this time I wanted to do more. Who knew when I'd have her alone again? She was open to more, I was almost certain, and I wanted more. Maybe not everything, not yet, but preparations were necessary. I wanted to make her more ready for me, when the time came.

"Come here, honey" I said, then lifted her, took a seat again, and rested her on top of me. She was still breathless, having been brought to within seconds of climax, had I only given her little clit a flick or two, and was disappointed at my withdrawal.

She looked back up over her shoulder at me, curious as to what new orgasmic pleasure I might be about to provide, sensing a reason for my detour. I kissed the side of her forehead and brought my hands down to her nipples, taking them and rolling them between thumb and middle finger. She closed her eyes, arched a little and sighed heavily. I squeezed more firmly, squishing her areolas and causing her to jerk auto reactively, then released them. She wanted me to continue me sweet torture of her ticklish nipples until she realized where I was going.

With my left hand I lightly splayed her puffy lips, then my right hand moved into the waiting gap and I slid my thicker middle finger down through her middle, dabbing into her now wet pussy and slipping up and down her virgin valley. My cock was aching, aching badly! So close was Amanda's sex that it was leaking cum excessively, my instincts in control. She felt me solid manhood pushing up against her ass and remember how hot it had gotten me when she grinded back against me, which she was now doing, with more than abundant force. I placed my finger over the top of her pouting cleft, then push into her, searching for the center of her universe, her sensitive young clit. Once found she became a live wire! I slid my finger up and down softly over it and she began panting, anticipating the exhilaration of sexual bliss. I moved away, wanting to bring her to the edge before, before I.....

"Amanda, I'm going to push my finger inside you a just a little bit" I let her know. I didn't want to surprise her.

"Okay" she exhaled. "Will it hurt?"

"If it does, tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

"Yes" she whispered wickedly. I'd been circling her opening and pressing lightly as I spoke to her and it was driving her mad! She didn't know why so wanted it so badly, but she did.

And then I did it. My eyes closed, all senses focused on that single, miniature place, I was again dizzy from her pheromones. I could taste her on the air around me. In a nearly hypnotic state, I pushed into her.

I'd heard descriptions in stories I'd read, but nothing had prepared me for this. How insanely tight this preteen vagina was! It felt almost solid around the tip of my finger as I penetrated her. Smooth, delightfully soft, and slippery from her excitement, but unreal tight. How anyone could ever pry a cock into one this young and tight was beyond me.

Amanda was holding her breath for extended periods, then letting it out in a rush only to gather in another lungful and hold, as if the sound of her breathing were too loud when she was trying to concentrating on this new sensation. I twisting and turned my finger in her gently, then pushed just a tiny but more. The pressure more than the distance into her made her flinch, her hands flew down to mine, but did not pull me away, or out. They just held me still, very still. I wasn't in to my first knuckle yet.

Amanda was covered in sweat, despite the cool air surrounding her. She still held my hand still, but I could feel her now moving herself against my stationary protrusion. This was so fucking incredible! She was kind of using my hand as a dildo. Her moves were faint, barely there, but still, she was trying, apparently enjoying it, or trying to, and I was close to another involuntary orgasm. Feeling inside her was something I'd rather not attempt to describe. It's all those wonderful things we've heard about and read, but so much more. Feeling her body's reaction, hearing her breath catch, knowing I was fingering a 8 year old, it was completely overwhelming, electrifying, mind-blowing. I felt my balls contracting.

Amanda was trying to push more of me into her now, ever so slightly in and out, somehow understanding that I wanted to be in her, more. She wanted more too. It hurt a little, but more than that it was a buzz or an itchy vibration within her. She needed me to get to it, to satisfy it and make it better. Ever so slowly we advanced, my hand covered in her secretions. I started trying to help her and pushed in again, but she gripped me tightly in her hands as if to say, "Stop! Don't! Let me!".

I was looking down the length of her body, seeing my hand cover her bald mound, seeing her hands attached to mine, feeling her trying to force more of me into her. Almost imperceptible advances were huge milestones for Amanda. She could feel the very ridges of my fingertips along her canal. Almost to my knuckle now and I could tell she was straining. She was huffing and shivering, crying out softly as each of the folds deep within her parted slowly, one at a time, submitting to my intrusion. I could feel her cunt sucking on my finger, trying to pull me into a place that was not ready to receive me. I admired Amanda's resolve. I knew she was hurting now, but she would not cease.

She seemed to gather herself up for a particularly hard push, I felt her give and a moved in almost a half inch all at once. Amanda grimaced hard and let out a yelp, her fingers holding my hands so tightly that they were white. She held still, the pain much more intense now, but didn't give a millimeter back.

My heart went out to my little lover. I didn't want her to hurt, though I known this would, and I wanted to pull my finger back and give her some relief. When she felt this she again held fast to my hand with both of hers and pleaded, "Don't".

"Alright, darling", and I gave control of my digit back to her.

She withdrew slightly and I thought she had indeed had enough, but I was once again to be proven wrong. She was intent on getting me deeper inside her and I was powerless to stop her. She pushed her body and pulled my hands and brought me to a new place inside her, and I felt it.

I had always been very curious to know what a hymen felt like, and now I knew. This, the most intimate, delicate part of her, was smooth to the touch of my fingertip. It stretched across her and felt as if it's hold was strong.

"Honey, this is where we need to stop" I informed her.

"NO! Please don't take it out!" she begged.

"Okay, okay I won't. But don't try to push any harder or I think it will hurt you, a lot".

"'Kay", softer now, perhaps relieved that she had accomplished her task.

Now she was free to concentrate on feeling my finger move within her. Easier it was with each surge to move me in and out of her. More freely she slid my in and out, but she was pushing too hard, not realizing what it would be like if I were to burst through her membrane. I didn't want her first experience with a part of me inside her to be remembered as painful in any way, and made sure I could retrieve my finger if she got to close. She accepted this and rocked into me faster, speed taking the place of depth. For now, anyway.

It was time to finish her off and with the same hand I was using to finger her, I brought my thumb up to her spot. I flipped her clitty as she rode my thick number, seconds were all that would be required now, I knew.

Amanda scrunched down hard, head bent forward, silent and unmoving, and then she let loose. Her head rocketed back into me then shook from side to side, her body arched madly, shaking and convulsing, and she screamed with lips closed, "MMMMMmmmmmm!" for nearly a minute as her climax peaked. She was beyond any communication, this new but still unusual and foreign feeling taking over and smashing into her. I was amazed at the intensity of it! I thought I'd made women cum hard before, but it was nothing like this. Her vagina expelled my finger so I placed it on her taught little button which seemed to take her completely over the top, just what she needed at the very moment. The power and force she displayed while under her orgasmic spell was nothing short of marvelous, a beautiful sight to behold.

She let all her breath out slowly and began to relax, basking in the warm glow of her after-orgasm. I could feel and see her heart pounding against her sternum, muscles trying to recuperate from the strain, pulling oxygen from her blood and sending it back to her lungs for more. I removed my hand from her now overly sensitive clitoris, cupping her cunny while I stroked damp hair from her face. She was glowing and radiant, and as her senses returned a smile formed on her lips, completely satisfied in blissful exhaustion. Tremors still moved through her vagina, and every so often an "Oh", as if surprised, escaped her. I blew cooling air down her sweaty body, bringing some relief, goosebumps forming quickly over her silky moist skin.

"I take it you liked that?" I quipped.

Nothing for a moment, then, faintly, "Oh my god".

"Ya, I thought so" I whispered back. releasing my hold on her mound and rubbing my slick fingers soothingly over her nipples. The slight stimulation brought her around.

"Adam. Is this, like, normal?" she asked.

"Well, Sugarplum, yes and no. Most everyone can have orgasms, but you seem to have better one's than anyone I've ever heard of. I was almost scared that it was hurting you".

"It did hurt some, not real bad, when you first went inside me it did hurt".

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't want to. Why didn't you tell me?".

The truth was that I had known, but I didn't think it was severe or dangerous. And I'd purposefully held us both back when she would've pulled me through her maidenhood.

"Because, I didn't want you to stop," she continued.

"Yes, I noticed", I teased. She blushed.

"Is that what it feels like? To have sex?" she asked.

"It might have been close, but it gets better than that", I told her, very much enjoying talking to her about such an intimate topic.

"I does?" she asked, unable to comprehend anything better.

"Mm hmm" I answered, still caressing her from hips to shoulders. "I does, lots better".

"Adam?", a change up coming.

"Yes, my love?"

"I want to make you have an orgasm now". Kablamo!

"Really?".

"Uh huh. Do you want to push your penis in my hands again?", she asked, wiggling off my laps and standing in front of me, eyes on my crotch.

"Well, yes actually, I would" I replied. I was aching badly, drench in pre-liquid. I wanted to cum so frickin' bad! I had assumed I would have to take care of it myself once I got home, but Amanda wanted to reciprocate and make me feel as good as I'd made her. You know, that a great trait for a girlfriend to have!

Without my asking, begging, or pleading, she reached for my pants opening.

"Amanda?"

"Ya?". She stopped just inches away.

"There's another name for a penis. I mean, penis is ok, but it's more like the word doctors use for it. You can call it my cock if you want, or my dick", I said, feeling more than a little dirty, but I wanted to hear her say it.

She apparently thought both those words sounded funny and giggled. "Really, a cock?"

"Uh huh".

"Okay. Sooo, so you want to push your cock in my hands now" she asked again, trying it out. But her smoldering eyes gave her away. She really wanted it, wanted to please me, wanted to feel me in her hands again.

"Yes, Amanda, I do", and my erection came raging back.

"'Kay" she said, and reached for my fly, unbuttoned, then unzipped. It was so fucking exciting watching her get closer and closer. I wanted so much to feel her cool, small hands holding and gripping me. But I wasn't going to be doing all the pushing. She was an apt pupil and I was about to give her an advanced lesson in the art of manual manipulation.

So innocent, and having never done this before, she didn't even know how to get my prick out of my shorts, and that turned me on even more. I would help her with this, but she was going to do the rest herself.

I reached down and released my very hard and throbbing cock from it's captivity. It sprang up, reaching for her, and she was a little taken aback for a moment. She quickly recovered, though, and smiled as she reached out for it with both hands. Yes! Yes baby! Take it! Take it up in your little hands.

And she did.

"Oh honey, that feels so nice!" I hissed.

"Like how you made me feel?".

"Uh huh, it's really nice baby". And it was.

"It so big and hard!?" she exclaimed.

"That's because you make me so excited. Making you feel so good, and touching your pussy kind of like really gets it hard like that".

"Pussy?".

"That's another name for your vagina, you know, down there?".

"Oh, like a cat?", and she wasn't trying to be funny. I of course found it very funny and chuckled, but my cock brought me back to the importance of the moment.

"Yes, kinda", then, "now, instead of me pushing into your hands, it would feel better if you ran your hands up and down it, slowly, with both your hands. Okay?".

" 'Kay", and she wrapped one hand around me, then the other just below, then slid up, then back down.

"Not quite so tight, honey. Relax a little.....mmm yes, like that". My precum was abundant and she had no problem slowly gliding up and down my shaft. This was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen!

She paused for a moment, pushed her hair back behind one ear, then resumed.

"Is this good? Am I doing it right?, she asked, staring at my cock as she softly stroked the entire length of me.

"Yes, honey, that's really nice", and it was. She was getting the hang of it, matching her strokes to my light thrusts. "Go just a little higher, over the top" I coaxed, coached,... whatever.

"Like this?", and I could feel her fingers rippling over the head of my cock. She was giving me a superb handjob!

"Oh ya! That's it, honey! Just like that, don't stop", I pleaded.

"Okay, I won't. Are you gonna shoot that white stuff out? You're semens with the sperm in it?".

"Uh huh. Just keep doing that and I'm gonna cum".

"Huh?", confused.

"That's another word for orgasm. I know, it sounds kinda funny".

"So when you....cum, that's when the white stuff come out?".

"Yes baby, that's right". This sweet little girl actually wanted to make me cum. "It won't be long now", I promised.

"'Kay", was all, and she went back to concentrating on the task at hand, so to speak.

"'Kay, I mimicked, and concentrated on feeling her hands enveloping me. It was coming, I wasn't far away now. Watching her and knowing how wrong it was sent me over the top.

"Here it comes honey!" I warned.

My balls twisted up, my prostate began pulsing, and the feeling came over me. I closed my eyes and let it hit me. Wave after wave of exquisitely powerful surges racked my body, and I felt my sperm running up through my cock - hot pressurized lava being ejected from a volcano of pedo lust. I was thrusting hard and Amanda was doing all she could to hold on to me.

Then the first long ropes of jism flew from my cock! Amanda knew it was coming, well sort of. The first time she'd witness my powerful orgasm her hands were over the tip and diverted the flow from splashing into her face, this time the way was clear and my hot, white, sperm-filled semen leapt from me, high into the air, and down, onto Amanda's hands, arms, face, and head. More and more screamed out of me and Amanda was entranced. So much! More come than I'd ever pushed out of me before! It just kept coming, I couldn't believe it!

As the blissful pain passed, I opened my eyes and saw what I had done. Amanda was covered with a huge load of my cum. She was standing still, feeling the hot liquid on her skin, not scared, but a little uncertain of just what she should do now.

"Oh honey!" I breathed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to get all over you".

"Um, it's okay", she said, my spent spooge now softening and running down her in rivulets. How lovely!

"Come here, Sugarplum, let's get you cleaned up. I stood, pulled up my drawers, picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I walked to the restroom just like a father carrying a child to bed, her head resting on my shoulder. I stood her up on the counter and began cleaning my fresh cum off of her. I wiped her face, arms, and hands, but her hair would be more difficult. And now it was running down her neck. Darn! I'd have to wipe it off her flat preteen chest.

"Honey, we're going to have to wash your hair", I told her.

"I know, you got lots of...cum on me!" she smiled happily, proud to know the right lingo, and to have brought me so much pleasure that I would emit this much love juice onto her. Of course she didn't really have that last thought, I just imagined she did.

We finished cleaning her up, dried her hair the best we could, and went back to gather her clothes and get her dressed. I was happy as a clam! I had the most beautiful little girl in the world, she now loved stroking my cock and making me cum, and she had promised to never tell anyone. Life was definitely looking up!

We drove home with the windows down and her head outside most of the time. Explaining to Julie why her daughter had wet hair would be difficult at best, nearly impossible at worst, so I hurried home. If her hair wasn't dry she could use the dryer to finish it up before Julie arrived home. Hope fully she wouldn't beat us home.

I pulled into the drive and to my relief Julie's are was not there, we'd made it.

"Run inside and finish drying your her, sweetheart", I said. She didn't delay and scurried along. She looked happy. That made me happy.

Amanda had her hair totally dry in no time and joined me in the living room. I was a little worn out after the incredible orgasm Amanda had given me, and I was watching this week's golf tournament and reclining on the couch. She came and lay with me, pulling my arm over her with a kiss on my arm.

"Today was nice Adam, I like being with you like that" she said.

"Honey, you have no idea how happy that makes me" I returned, "I love you sooo so much!".

"I know" she whispered, "I love you too".

Tiger made the next putt and my mind faded.

Neither of us heard Julie return.