It all started with an inquiry. I was on Ebay and just browsing. I collect toy trucks and the seller had neglected to articulate the size of the toy truck that he was selling. I sent him an inquiry, which he answered. Satisfied that it would fit into my collection, I then bid on it.

Two days later, I was notified that I had the winning bid. I then went to Ebay and set up a payment. The seller then sent me an email, only it was an email of re-discovery. The seller asked if I had served in the military and named a unit and time frame. When I replied that I was he, the seller revealed that he was Steve-my long lost best friend from First Division. He then asked for my phone number and we talked that night.

We spent over an hour on the phone. We caught up with each other. We were both single, and although I had never married, Steve had two failed marriages and a daughter from one of them. One of the things we discussed was a mutual love of old trucks. Steve was about to buy an old pickup and we talked about how he could fix it up.

Steve then bought the pickup, which set in motion a series of emails. Steve was buying parts, which he was accumulating to add to the truck when he got time off. When we discussed that, the idea came up of spending time together so that we could work on the truck together. We then coordinated a date and put in our requests at work.

A month later, I traveled cross country to Steve's place. He had a quaint old house in the foothills. He also had a two acre spread without an HOA to bother him about how he kept the property. The house had an adjacent garage, and a car port next to that. It was there that he had parked the pickup.

Upon arrival, Steve took me to his guest room. I dumped my luggage there and we went to the kitchen for refreshments. He talked about the property, and how he planned to make improvements once he had the truck up and running. We then moved on out to the truck.

The truck was a yellow late 1960's Ford Pickup. When he lifted the hood, I saw that we had a lot of work to do. We then worked through the morning into mid afternoon, and it was then that she arrived.

Because Steve lived in a rural setting, the school bus stopped on the road leading to Steve's place. A girl got off of the bus and walked the two hundred yards to us. As she drew near, I stopped working because I was gobsmacked.

The girl was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was dressed in a bluish gray blouse and knee length skirt, just a shade darker than her blouse. Grey knee high socks and black sneakers completed her ensemble. She had an oval shaped face framed by long light brown hair. Her large almond shaped eyes were warm and friendly. Her nose was unremarkable, but she also had large bee stung lips. She reminded me of a young Tara Lipinski. Her figure was like that of a figure skater, petite, as she was just at five foot and two tiny cones hid under her blouse.

"Andrew, this is Missy", Steve said as he introduced us.

I reflexively extended a hand, then quickly withdrew it as I realized that it was covered with grease.

I started to speak, choked, cleared my throat, then said "Sorry."

"It's all right", she replied, then turning her attention to Steve asked about dinner.

"Whatever you want babe", he answered her.

"I'm thinking beef", she said as she turned and walked away.

Steve and I then went back under the hood.

"Product of my second marriage", Steve volunteered, "can you believe that she up and left us-Missy was only four at the time."

"Sorry to hear it bro."

"Yeah, it was eight years ago, I don't miss the bitch one little bit. Missy has been great the past six years. She keeps the house and we share responsibility for meals. I don't know what I'd do without her."

He then rambled on about the house, his ex wives, and work. Finally, it was time to try and start the pickup, but first, we needed oil as we had drained the oil earlier when we were replacing gaskets. Steve went in his garage, then started cussing as he kicked and threw things. I came around to the garage.

"You alright man ?" I asked.

"Ah fuck", he replied, "I forgot I used up the oil on the last oil change. I'm gonna have to run into town. Besides oil, I need some other things."

He then produced some hand cleaner to get the grease off of our hands. As we cleaned our hands, I offered to run into town with him.

"Nah", it's alright", he answered, "you're on vacation, relax. Go in the basement, finish cleaning up, have a brewski, I think you'll really like the basement, it's a man cave."

I followed his advice as he left. The basement was really a man cave. There was a mini bar, complete with counter, sink, and bar stools. I helped myself to a soda from the fridge under the counter, then took in the rest of the basement as I washed up in the sink.

There was a pool table in the center of the floor, and a large screen TV with a couch and two easy chairs. I ambled over, found the remote, sat on the couch, and tried to figure out how to work the remote. Just then, I caught motion out of my eye.

I looked up and saw Missy coming down the stairs. She was completely naked. She looked at me, made eye contact, smiled, and walked in my direction. My heart had gone into overdrive and was trying to leap out of my chest. My throat became dry and I think my breathing became faster and deeper.

Missy walked right up to me, and went to her knees on the couch as she straddled my lap. She placed her arms on my shoulders and gently caressed my neck with her hands.

"Hey Andrew", she asked, "are you done working on the truck ?"

I tried to speak, but like earlier, cleared my throat, then spoke.

"Your dad had to run into town for oil and stuff."

"Good, that will give us time to know each other."

She pushed a small puffy nipple to my lips. She cradled my head in her hands and pulled my head into her chest. Part of my brain was screaming that this was the preteen daughter of a good friend, but my little head was calling the shots at this point. I cradled her tiny butt in my hands and I suckled on her.

Her nipples were small and puffy. Her skin was soft and velvety. She felt good in my arms. She leaned in and moaned softly in my ear, then she reached down and grabbed one of my hands. For a second, I thought she disapproved of my roaming hands, but when she placed my hand between her legs, she clearly was extending an invitation.

Her slit was moist to the touch. I gently probed her slit with my middle finger. She flinched as I touched her slit.

"That's sensitive" she giggled.

I broke from suckling on her to tell her that I preferred eating pussy.

"Oooh" she cooed, pulling back from me a bit, "do you want to try that ?"

"Yeah, absolutely", I told her.

She laid back on the couch, spreading her legs. I shifted, quickly undressing and laying on the couch, positioned so that my head was between her legs. I opened my mouth, placing it over her bald preteen pussy. I began licking her pussy lips with my tongue, finding her clit, and occasionally touching her clit with my tongue.

For the first minute, she just laid there, passive and quiet. Then I heard her inhale deeply as her body flexed, relaxed, then her breathing sped up. I noticed her left hand begin to squeeze the cushion as she let out a moan. Her legs spread further, her feet went up, then landed gently on my shoulders, occasionally lifting. As my tongue flicked across her clit, she let out a brief squeal.

She began panting. My neck was getting sore, so I adjusted my position. Her right foot went to the top of the sofa. She placed her right hand on my scalp and ran it back and forth through my hair. Suddenly, she screamed and pushed my head from between her legs.

Through pants, she loudly whispered, "Oh shit", then whispered "fuck" several times.

I repositioned and mounted her. I placed my raging hard dick at her opening. It took a good moment to get the head of my dick in her, which popped in. Slowly, I pushed, and in three gentle thrusts, I was entirely in her. She smiled and reached up, trying to pull my face to hers. Shifting so that we could be face to face, we kissed. She grabbed my neck in a bear hug.

"Oh God, this is so great", she exclaimed.

I looked her in the eye, and suddenly a thought occured.

"Your dad..." I said.

"Don't worry, he'll call first", she assured me.

"What ?" I asked.

"Remember I told him I wanted beef ? You're the beef."

"So...you..."

"Shhhhh" she said as she placed a hand over my mouth.

Using her ankles to pull me into her, she indicated what she wanted. I started thrusting, moving slowly. After a bit, I sped up my pace. She had linked her hands behind my neck and she cooed and moaned softy. Her girlish moaning turned me on. I started pouding her little pussy. I felt my cum rising and I suddenly started shooting my load in her. I came in five unbelievable spurts, collapsing partially on her. She hugged me tightly and it was a couple of moments until our breathing returned to normal. My dick shriveled and popped out of her.

I looked her in the eye and we enjoyed a long passionate kiss.

"You are great", I told her.

"You are pretty good yourself."

"So, you and your dad___"

She placed a hand over my mouth. "Let's not talk about it", she said. Then, after a moment of silence, she added, "You were my dad's best friend when he needed one. You deserved to be thanked. You'll be thanked some more, but right now, I need a shower, and I should start dinner."

Missy ran upstairs and I heard the shower start. The basement has a half bath and I washed up. Missy, thoughtfully, had left wash cloths, soap, and half towels in the bathroom so that you could wash up in the sink.

A little while later, after Missy had taken a call from Steve, I found her in the kitchen. She was wearing a T shirt and running shorts. She was cooking dinner over the stove. I came up behind her, hugged her around her abdomen, and I kissed her neck. Missy giggled, then said, "Nooooo....my dad will be here any minute. We can't do this in front of him."

"Okay", I agreed, but first I planted a big kiss on her lucious lips.

"Go watch TV, I'll call you when dinner is ready", she advised.

I went downstairs and channel surfed before finding something interesting. Ten minutes into the show, I heard Steve come home. There was some discussion in the kitchen and I really wanted to listen, but I was nervous at the same time. I was surprised when Steve didn't come downstairs. That made me even more nervous. Then, I contemplated dinner conversation. "So Andrew", I imagined Steve asking, "what did you and Missy do when I was gone ?"

"Oh, we fucked like animals in heat."

Yeah right, Steve would kill me. Then, that Steve had somehow set it up, but didn't want to see it. What was that all about ? While I tried to make sense of it, Missy called down that dinner was ready.

I went upstairs and found that Missy had set a fine table. Steve was already seated. Italian was the subject, with lasagne, spaghetti, and bread sticks. As we dug in, Steve asked if we had fun today.

"Daa-a-a-ad", Missy embarassingly replied.

"Sorry", Steve apologized. "So, did everything work out ?"

Missy shot him a look and Steve laughed. Changing subjects, Steve then brought up a funny military memory. Within minutes, all three of us were laughing our heads off.

After dinner, Missy cleaned up while Steve and I went downstairs. There was a war movie on and we were both instantly engrossed. Because the sun had set, it had become cold. There was a blanket on the end of the couch. I pulled the blanket over me.

A little while later, Missy appeared in the basement. She had changed into a knee length white night shirt. First, she sat on the floor in front of the couch. After a bit, she murmured "cold" and crawled under the blanket with me.

She spooned her body next to mine. She was hardly settled when she took my right hand (I was laying on my left side) and placed it on her right thigh. She then pulled my hand sothat the hem of her night shirt came up. As she did that, it became obvious that she wasn't wearing panties. At that point, she placed my hand on her bald kitty. I started playing with her kitty, but she slipped her arm under mine and grabbed my crotch. She indicated that she was trying to pull down my zipper. I took the clue and repositioned my arm.

It took about ten minutes of moving slowly under the blanket, without alarming Steve, but we were now in position to fuck. She guided my dick as I pushed down on her thighs. I popped into her for the second time that day. We then moved slowly to not be obvious that we were fucking under the blanket. It was pleasurable, but confining at the same time. Because we were moving slowly, it was hard for me to get off. Missy, for her part, reached down and gently played with the spot next to my nuts. It had the desired effect, and within three thrusts, I was cumming in her.

Carefully, and slowly, we disengaged and fixed our clothing under the blanket. Missy then whispered in my ear "I left something special in your room. I did some modeling for daddy. Be ready for me later tonight."

Missy then got up from under the blanket, announced that she was going to her room, and she left the basement. A little while later, the movie ended, and we decided to call it a night. I went tomy room and found that Missy had left two photo albums on the bed. The first album was her modeling in the nude. She had started about age five. About age eight, the photos became more suggestive, transcending from innocent to pornographic. The second album really blew me away.

The pictures in the second album had obviously been taken in a professional studio by a professional photographer. There were several photo sets, starting out in lingerie and working down to nude. The photos, obviously taken in the last year, weren't suggestive, but shocking in the respect that a professional had taken them. I was still going over that album when Missy came in-she was naked again.

"I loved posing for those. We met the photographer at a nudist camp. He didn't even charge us for the pictures."

As she sat next to me, the sparks were already flying. We kissed as we pulled my clothes off. Minutes later, we were fucking like crazy. We had sex twice before falling asleep.

In the morning, Friday morning, Missy headed off to school. Steve and I had breakfast, then returned to work on the truck. Surprisingly, he didn't mentioned the night before and only mentioned Missy in passing. By the end of the day, we hadn't just got the forty five year old truck running like a top, we had also put a camper on it. That evening, we went out to eat at a nice restaurant. During dinner, Missy kept giving me the "I want to fuck" look. After dinner, we went bowling.

Afterwards, we went home. Soon after we came in the door, Steve announced that he was tired and turning in. Missy and I gave each other a look. Steve suggested that Missy and I watch TV in the basement. We went to the basement, but we didn't watch TV.

"Fuck", Missy said as she started ripping her clothes off, "I am soooo horny."

We fucked for hours, and fell asleep on the couch. In the morning, barely covered by the blanket, I was awakened by Steve.

"Hey", he whispered, so as not to wake Missy, "I'm going fishing. I'll be gone for three days. You two get to know each other better."

He winked and walked out. I rested, but couldn't fall back asleep. When Missy woke up, I told her what Steve had said.

"You mean we're alone for three days ?" she asked. I saw a thought forming in her eyes. "First, we need breakfast. You're going to need your energy."

We fucked like dogs in heat for the next three days. We fucked in the basement, my room, her room, and even on Steve's bed. She even did some modeling for me, and we recorded a fuck session for my home computer.

On Tuesday morning, Missy returned to school. She had been off on Monday for Teacher's conference. I was actually kind of glad to give myself a break. My dick had become quite sore and my back was a little sore. After seeing her off, I made a truly yummy breakfast, with eggs, bacon, plus three more kinds of meats (Steve was quite the hunter and he had both venison and elk in the freezer).

It was after breakfast, and while I cleaned up, that Steve appeared. When he walked in, we made small talk about his trip, how the truck performed, and the weather. Then, summoning up his strength, Steve said, "Sit down, we should talk."

We sat at the table. Steve took a deep breath, and began. "Missy was only three when my second wife left. I couldn't believe that she just left her little girl behind. I was so angry, and confused. Missy shook it off and became my life. By the time she was six, she was cooking and cleaning. She was so helpful, on everything. Not long after, she became like a wife, in more ways than one. It was then that I realized that I wanted another child, but I struck out there."

"Over the next few years, I dated several women, but none of them were a fit. Last year, Missy started her period. I briefly considered having my vasectomy reversed, but Missy is my child. Her carrying my child....."

He shook his head.

"Then I found you on the net. A month ago, Missy and I had a talk, and we hatched a plan. She wouldn't mind having a child, or two. You, hopefully, can do what I can't. And I want you to know that you won't be on the hook if she has a child. If you do want to be a parent, that's fine too. I know that your life and work isn't here. I can help you find a job. You can move in here, we have the room. If you and Missy are the parents, I can be a grandfather, and that's fine too. I know that I have laid quite a bit on you. I don't need an answer right away."

I stood up. "Wow" was all I could say.

There was a long uncomfortable silence in the kitchen. Finally, I said, "I'll take a bit, I'll be back."

I walked out into the yard and actually walked twice around my car before I got in. I drove into town and found a park. I walked around the park several times.Then, I went to a diner, had a snack and read the newspaper. I took a drive and looked at the scenery. I timed my day so that I got back to Steve's place just a bit before Missy got home. Steve greeted me out in the yard.

"You okay ?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I indicated that we should go in the house. As we went in the basement, I told Steve that I needed to meet Missy when she came home. Steve didn't object.

At 3:15, I went up to the kitchen. Just a couple of minutes later, the school bus stopped on the road outside the driveway. Missy got out, waved goodbye to others on the bus, then walked down the driveway. As she walked in the kitchen door, I stood up from the table.

"Hey" I said.

"Hi", she said with concern in her voice, then asked, " is everything alright ? "

"Fine. Umm, your dad and I had a talk, and..."

Missy saw Steve standing at the basement entrance.

"Let's go make a baby."

Missy looked at Steve, who nodded. Missy looked at me. I kissed Missy and she smiled. She put an arm around my back and we walked towards her bedroom."

The End.

Epilogue: It took a little over two months to find a job near Steve. Missy was with child by then. We had the help of an understanding mid wife. Steve ended up with a little girl as his grandchild. He was happier than I had ever seen him. His help got us through difficult phases, like the baby sleeping through the night and teething. It is said that it takes a village to raise a child and the three of us, working together, are as happy as could be. Because of Steve's help, Missy and I still have a happy sex life, but we do use birth control not to complicate our life any further.

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