I never thought of myself as anything but normal and ordinary. After my sons moved out on their own, my wife and I realized we had nothing more in common. And so I moved out, to another town where I didn't have to look at the same buildings and see the same people. Coming from a "no-fault divorce" State, and even after splitting our property 50-50 (our "children" were on their own, so no child support), I had more than enough. Oh, I COULD spend it all, but it would take some doing. To fill my days, I volunteered at the family center and shelter here in town. I do their bookkeeping, and when needed I do whatever else needs doing.

Working at the shelter, I met Chris, a painfully shy 9 year old. Over the course of about a year, we got to know each other, we were first infatuated with each other, and slowly fell in love. And we became lovers. Like in real life, it wasn't an "A to B to C" progression, but took a meandering path full of false starts and sudden stops and the occasional u-turn.

This part of the story picks up right where Part 5 ends.

We lay cuddling as our hearts gradually slowed down, approaching something close to "normal." But if "normal" is "the way things used to be," then nothing would ever again be "normal" in our world. We began cuddling with me as the "dominant male" holding my woman. Then as equals. And slowly, I was the one who was sobbing softly. I was the one who needed to be held and soothed and comforted. And Chris was there for me and did all that and more for me.

After what we just did, you'd think it was Chris who was overwhelmed. But I was the one who couldn't wrap my brain around what we had just done. And at that moment, I had never loved anyone as deeply and profoundly and (I have to admit) as selfishly and jealously as I loved Chris. And I meant it when I said, "Chris, I love you with all my heart. And I want us always and forever." And then the clock chimed. We kissed one last time, then Chris was gone.

As I drove home, my heart was racing, my mind was racing, and I was scared and elated at the same time. If we kept on like this, someone WOULD find out. I would be caught. And then I heard a siren and saw flashing red and blue lights in the rear-view mirror.

Oh SHIT ... that was faster than I thought. I slowed down and pulled over to the side of the two-lane road. And watched helplessly as the siren got louder and the lights closer and brighter.

And just like that, the patrol car flew past me and continued on to its rendezvous with whatever it was racing towards. I realized that I hadn't been breathing in what seemed like a very long time, and took a deep breath.

I had done some research. Turns out Chris' grandmother got sole custody of Chris after her parents were killed in a car accident. Things were ok with her at first. But in the years after the accident, she had slowly spiraled down. In my time at the Shelter, I'd seen and heard it all before. In the years following the accident, "Gramma" slipped quickly into a world of alcohol and substance abuse. I met with her and told her I was doing some follow-up work on Chris' status and future. We took a walk - well I walked and she stumbled - to a nearby park. 15 minutes and a small bottle of watered-down vodka later and we were "best buds." It would only last until the alcohol wore off, but it was a start. And I had TIME. So we met every day to discuss Chris and what was going on with her and what she was going to do. I spoke about how intelligent Chris was she was, and how well she could do. And every day I stressed how much Gramma wanted only the best for Chris and how this was NOT a good environment for such an intelligent child. And the vodka got just a little stronger every day.

I knew I had to be very careful with this. Too fast and I'd call undo suspicion to myself. But every day that past also put me in danger of being found out. And last but not least, I didn't want to abandon the shelter going into September when the shelter population increased with families with school-age girls. So once a week or so we met to discuss Chris and what was going on with her and what she was going to do. I spoke about how intelligent Chris was she was, and how well she could do. And I stressed how much Gramma wanted only the best for Chris, and how this was not the best environment for such an intelligent child. And Gramma's alcohol intake increased every day.

The week after Chris and I "went all the way" were the longest days of my life. Fear that I was going to be caught. Fear that Chris wanted nothing more to do with me ever. Fear and guilt that I had HURT Chris - physically and emotionally. And finally, after a week, there was Chris. As usual, she didn't knock on the door, she simply walked into my office, and locked the door behind her.

"Chris, how are you I've been thinking about you all day I love you please tell me you still love me I love you I want you I need you ..." The words poured out of my mouth in one long sentence. And when I stopped to breathe, Chris "sushed me," wrapped her arms around me and held me as tight as she could. I kissed Chris on the top of her head, hoping she'd look up so I could kiss her lips. But she whispered into my chest, "Oh Bill, I'm so scared. Gramma is drinking again. She'd pretty much stopped, but she started up again. I'm so scared. It's not bad yet. But it'll get worse. She thinks I don't know. But I do. Please talk to her."

"Well, I don't know what I can say ... "

"Gramma really likes you. Not boyfriend/girlfriend like. Just likes you - 'cause you talk to her. 'Cause you talk about me and think I'm smart and important". Chris giggled and said "Like I didn't know THAT. She says you care about me. Of course I couldn't tell her about us. I promised. She wishes somebody like you would take care of me. She told me."

"Does that sound like something you might want someday?"

"Now. I wanna go with you NOW."

"Not just yet. These things take time. We have to wait until she talks with me about you. She has to bring it up. Not me. But you're here now. And I'm here now. And I love you. And I want you, but only if you want me." And to emphasize this, I reached down and burrowed my finger between her bottom-cheeks, then cupped them and gave them a little squeeze. Chris wiggled out of my arms and did a quick turn all the way round, then jumped up into my arms, my hands on her butt holding her. And she kissed me.

When we broke our kiss, Chris jumped out of my arms. She reached out and cupped my crotch and massaged my cock as it sprang to life. She undid my belt and trousers and as they fell to the floor, pushed my shorts down also. She wrapped her hand around my cock, and looking up at me smiled and giggled and in a sing-song little girl's voice said, "I did this to you-ooo, I did this to you-ooo. I love that I make you hard. No one else gets to do this to you. Only me. It belongs to ME. Wanna see what belongs to YOU???"

I'm thinking, uh-oh ... she's thinking about us as a couple.

"Yes you did. You DO. Chris, I get hard just thinking about you. Are you OK with us? Please tell me it's alright that we made love."

"Well of course it is, silly. I'm here aren't I??"

And to confirm it, Chris gave my cock a squeeze.

"You're SURE it's OK?"

"You hurt me - down there. And you talked mean to me. It hurt when you talked mean to me. But when you held me after and cried, then it was OK. Then I knew. I knew we are always going to be OK. But I hurt for a few days. That's why I didn't come see you. The hurt's stopped. But lets go slow." Then Chris whispered, "kiss me ... down there. I don't want it in me. Don't put y ... you ... your ...c..c...cock in me. Don't hurt me. Just kiss me there."

"Oh Chris. I'll kiss anything that hurts and make it all better."

I knelt before Chris and slid her pants down and gently took them off her. I picked my lover up and set her down on the loveseat. I ran up tongue up the inside of her leg from her ankle to just below her pussy, then did the other leg the same way. Running my tongue over her pussy, I spread those lips and my tongue found her tiny clit. I brought her right to the edge, then pulled back. I did this again. And again. And one more time.

I stood up, my hard cock jutting out toward Chris. Chris got this look of fear, no of panic. "No Chris. I won't put it in you. I won't fuck you. Not till you ask me to."

I lay down on the floor, and had her straddle my head. I licked her pussy. This time, I didn't stop. Chris ground her pussy onto my face as she came. She scooted forward, and began sucking my cock. I played with her butt, and as I came in her mouth, I slipped my tip of my finger into her ass.

It was going to be a great summer.