Tabitha Trent was bored, that was her big problem. It was Sunday, late in the morning, and she couldn't think of anything to do. There were no cartoons on TV, she didn't feel like playing video games or playing with her dolls, and her best friend Abbie was still at church with her family. Tabitha probably would have gone and hung around with her mom in the yard while she did the gardening, but Mom had gone with Dad to look at new cars. She wasn't alone, of course; she was only ten years old, too young, according to her parents, to be left by herself. Her sixteen year old brother Christopher was out in the garage, messing with his motorcycle, so Tabitha figured she might as well have been alone. She had to find something to do or she would go nuts.

She wandered through the house, in and out of her parents' bedroom, in and out of Christopher's room, down the hallway and around the living room and dining room, just looking for something that might catch her interest. There was nothing.

She went into her own bedroom, looked around, then stopped in front of the mirror on her closet door. She looked at herself. She was a pretty girl, she knew that. She had the same sunlight blonde hair as her mom, the same deep blue eyes, the same high cheekbones and thin lips. In fact, Tabitha thought she looked a lot like her mom, except Mom was curvy everywhere and Tabitha was shapeless, hardly even any boobs. Still, as she stared at herself she felt hopeful; one day, when she was grown up, she would be just as beautiful (and filled out) as her mom. Without thinking about it, Tabitha leaned closer to the mirror and kissed her reflection on the lips, then turned and wandered back out of her room.

She went into the kitchen and got a frozen juice bar from the fridge, cherry flavor, then sat at the kitchen counter and ate it. She didn't just take bites and chew and swallow, though; she had a particular way she liked to eat juice bars, and ice cream bars too: she liked to put it in her mouth and suck on it, and at the same time move it in and out past her lips, sucking and licking and letting all the juice (or the ice cream) trickle down her throat. She wasn't sure why she liked to do it that way, she just always had.

When she was done with the juice bar Tabitha stuck the stick in her back pocket, then looked around the kitchen. There were two coffee cups in the sink and she knew Mom would be happy with her if she washed them without being asked, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She started back toward the living room, but stopped when she heard laughter coming from the garage. Not just one person, which would have been Christopher, but two people. Somebody was out there with him. And it sounded like a boy.

Curious, Tabitha turned around and went back through the kitchen to the laundry area between the bathroom and the garage. The door leading out to the garage was open a little bit and she peeked through. There was Christopher, standing by the motorcycle he'd bought a couple weeks ago. His hands were on his hips and he was looking down at the bike, a neutral kind of look on his face. And crouched near the back wheel of the motorcycle was another boy. He looked like he was slightly bigger than Christopher, and maybe even a little older. He had brown hair, and thick biceps that strained the short sleeves of his white teeshirt. Tabitha couldn't see his face so she couldn't tell who he was, but she could see that he had some kind of tool in his hand and he was doing something to the engine with it. She stayed where she was and continued to watch, not to figure out what they were doing (she didn't really care) but to see if she could figure out who the new boy was. Christopher had a lot of friends, and Tabitha knew some of them by name. She also knew that her brother's friends tended to be really cute.

The possibility of meeting a new cute boy made Tabitha take a step into the garage, then the same thought made her freeze in her tracks. She wanted to go out there, but what if she did something that made her look really stupid and Christopher and his friend made fun of her? But then again, what if everything went okay? She should just turn around and go back into the house. Or go say hi. Or go hide. She couldn't decide what to do.

Maybe I'll just explode and die, she thought. Then, impulsively, she started walking, just tiny steps but still one foot in front of the other, like the snowman in that Christmas show, and she made it all the way out to where her brother was standing, watching the other boy work on the motorcycle.

"Hi," Tabitha said, sounding stupidly shy. "What are you guys doing?" She made sure to say you guys, so that the other boy would know that she'd noticed him. It apparently worked, because he looked around at her as Christopher replied, "Hey, Squirt. We're just doin a little work on my bike."

"I'm not a squirt," Tabitha said. "You're a squirt. Squirt face." She was immediately sorry she'd said it because she realized that it just made her look like a pesky little sister. She couldn't help it, though; she was nervous because of the new boy, and boys always made her a little nervous. Then she noticed the new boy was still looking at her, and even kind of smiling a little bit, which just made her more nervous. Fortunately, she managed to say hi without sounding like a complete idiot.

"Hey, Squirt," the new boy said, and both he and Christopher laughed. Tabitha did too, because coming from him it didn't sound like an insult.

"My name's Nick," the boy said. "What's yours?"

Tabitha felt her knees suddenly go weak. She was afraid she would fall right down onto the floor. He was so cute! And he was being nice to her!

"Tabitha," she heard someone say. It took her a second before she realized that she'd been the one talking.

"You mean like the little girl on Bewitched?" Nick asked.

"No," Christopher said. "More like Tabitha King. All spooky and shit."

Tabitha had no idea what either one of them was talking about.

"I'm not spooky," she said. "And don't say the S word, Christopher." And again, she was sorry she'd said anything; why couldn't she keep from sounding so dumb all the time?

"Yeah, Chris," Nick said. "Watch your fuckin language."

Both boys burst into laughter but Tabitha felt shocked. Of course, she'd heard the F word lots of times before, and she even knew what it meant, so she probably shouldn't have been shocked, even though it was a nastier word than the S one. The words I'm telling formed behind her lips but she forced herself not to say them; that would just make Nick The Dreamboat not like her anymore. Then she thought, Fuck, and wanted to say that instead. But she didn't. Wisely, for once, she just kept her dumb mouth shut.

When the boys were done laughing Christopher said, "So, what's the story, dude?"

Nick, shrugging his very nice shoulders, answered, "The plugs have to be replaced. I think they've been in here since World War Two."

"Okay," Christopher said. "I have the money for that." Nick had been taking something out of the motorcycle as Christopher spoke, and now he handed it to him; some tiny little part that totally mystified Tabitha. Christopher took it, looked at it for a moment, then said, "You wanna go with me up to the parts store or you wanna stay here?"

Nick shrugged his (very nice) shoulders again and said, "You don't really need me to go with you. Besides, somebody has to watch your little sister."

Tabitha opened her mouth to protest that statement; she was old enough to stay by herself all day long if she wanted to, she didn't need anybody watching her. But then in an instant she realized that she wanted Nick to watch her, or at least stay there with her while her brother went away. So she closed her mouth and didn't say anything.

"That's true." Christopher looked at Tabitha. "I'm gonna run up to the auto parts store, Squirt. Don't be a big pain in the ass for Nick while I'm gone. And don't burn the house down."

Without thinking Tabitha stuck her tongue out at her older brother, then quickly looked at Nick. Fortunately, he hadn't seen that little bit of stupidity.

"I'm gonna have to walk up there and back," Christopher went on, talking more to Nick than to her, "so it'll take me, what, about an hour or so?"

"Maybe that much," Nick replied as he stood up and grabbed a cleaning rag from the seat of the motorcycle. He started to clean the grease from his hands, concentrating on that, and wasn't looking at Tabitha at all.

"Okay, then," Christopher said, "I'll be back." He glanced at Tabitha, then walked out of the garage and down the driveway, leaving her alone with Nick. Nick The Dreamboat. Who was now looking at her. And not just at her face but at the rest of her too. Tabitha was suddenly very aware of how she was dressed: a dumb red teeshirt and dumb denim shorts and dumb shoes and socks, and not just any socks but pink socks with kittens on them. The dumbest socks in the whole world. Plus, she couldn't remember if she had any scabs or bruises on her dopey knees but all she could do was hope she didn't. She felt her face turning red as Nick looked her over, and had to resist the urge to go running back into the house.

"So, Tabitha," Nick said, voice oddly low, confidential, like he was sharing a secret, "how old are you?"

"Ten," Tabitha answered, turning even more red now.

"Only ten? You look like you might be a little older than that."

Did she really? Tabitha couldn't figure why she might look older than she was, unless it was because of her boobs. They weren't very big, in fact they were just barely there at all, just two tiny little lumps on her chest (Christopher called them flea bites), but maybe he'd noticed them anyway. Was her teeshirt snug enough that he could see them? Tabitha wanted to look but didn't dare.

"I'll be eleven in November," she said. "That's only, like, five months away, and since this is the end of June and my birthday's at the beginning of November, it's more like only four months and one week, or maybe not even one whole week, like just a few days-" Tabitha realized she was chattering and shut up.

Nick suddenly smiled so charmingly that Tabitha wanted to scream.

"I have a little sister too," he said. "Her name's Cassie."

"Really? How old is she?"

"She's twelve. But, just like you, her birthday's in November, so she'll be thirteen then. At the end of the month, though, not at the beginning." Nick paused, then said, "A little older than you, but not quite as cute as you are."

Oh my God, Tabitha thought. Did he just say I was cute?

There was a seemingly awkward moment when their eyes met and neither of them spoke. Nick's eyes were, of course, dreamy, while Tabitha was sure her own looked like those of a frightened deer. Her heart was thumping in her chest and she figured she was probably going to faint. She nearly jumped out of her shoes (and her stupid baby socks) when Nick said, "Well." He held up his hands like he was being held at gunpoint. "Gotta get cleaned up." He was right; his hands were covered in grease. "Where's your bathroom?"

"We have two," Tabitha said. She made a shy gesture toward the door that led into the house. "There's one right in there for washing up from the garage."

"Thanks." Nick dropped his hands to his sides and started for the door. Tabitha watched him go, her eyes following his muscled back through the doorway and past the washing machine and dryer, thinking to herself, We have two. Why did you say that, you stupid dummy? He doesn't care how many stupid bathrooms you have. Moron.

Nick went into the bathroom and, without hesitating or even thinking about it, Tabitha decided to follow him. She went through the laundry area and stopped in the bathroom doorway just as Nick turned on the water in the sink. He began to wet his hands and Tabitha said, "That soap there is a special kind of soap. My dad says it cuts through the grease. But you're only supposed to wash your hands with it, not anything else, cause it's rough on the skin."

"Not anything else, huh?" Nick said, looking at her from the corner of his eye as he picked up the bar of soap. "I'll keep that in mind." He was grinning a little and Tabitha wondered if she'd said something dumb again.

She stood and watched Nick soap and rinse his hands. He was slow, almost careful about it, making sure he scrubbed away every bit of crud. Tabitha thought this was interesting for about ten seconds, then her eyes began to drift, first up to Nick's really cute face, then down to his strong neck, his muscely shoulders and biceps. He was so good-looking. So sexy. Tabitha figured he could easily be a movie star. For a few moments she wondered what it would be like to know a movie star. Even better: to be his girlfriend.

That would be awesome, she thought. She pictured herself walking hand in hand with Movie Star Nick, with a crowd of fans and photographers surrounding them as they went to the opening of a movie he'd made. Then she pictured him taking her in his hard arms, holding her and kissing her on the mouth. She started to feel a little dizzy.

Nick finished washing his hands and used the towel next to the sink to dry them. Then, while Tabitha was still imagining him kissing her, he stepped over in front of the toilet and pulled the zipper of his jeans down. In the next instant he'd taken out his dick and was peeing into the bowl. Tabitha immediately snapped back to reality, and her eyes zeroed in on the thing in his hand.

Whoa, she thought. Part of her wanted to just turn around and leave, of course; it was wrong to watch somebody pee, and even more wrong to watch a boy pee. But another part of her wanted to stay and do just that, so she did. She just stood there and watched as the golden liquid streamed from the end of Nick's dick. She thought it looked really cool, his dick, even though it wasn't hard.

Tabitha knew that dicks got hard; she'd seen a few hard ones already. Mostly in pictures that popped up on her computer when she went on line, but she'd also seen a hard dick in person once. Christopher's dick.

She'd seen it about three months ago. She'd gotten up one morning and come out of her room, right at the same time that Christopher had come out of his own room. He was still in his peejays and he was really sleepy and obviously didn't realize that his dick was sticking out of his peejay bottoms. And not just sticking out, but sticking straight up in the air. Tabitha had been surprised and shocked at first, but not grossed out the way she sometimes felt when she saw the dicks on her computer. She'd stopped in her tracks and just stared at it for a few seconds, then Christopher turned and shuffled into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Tabitha had turned around and went back into her room and sat on her bed, thinking about what she'd seen. The initial shock wore off quickly, and as she thought about it she'd decided that her brother's dick looked cool. Long and fat and obviously really hard. She closed her eyes and recalled what it had looked like, then imagined what it might be like to touch it, then hold it. Maybe even give it a little kiss.

Since that time, Tabitha had had several daydreams about touching and kissing her brother's dick. The daydreams never went beyond that, even though she knew that girls did a lot more than that with boys, but even so she still sometimes felt a little guilty about them. Not too guilty, though; after all, it wasn't like she'd actually done anything like that, or even would.

Remembering that now, though, with her eyes locked onto Nick's dick, she suddenly felt a little panicky. He had just finished peeing, and was just sticking it back into his pants when Tabitha decided to get the heck out of there. She turned and left the doorway, went through the kitchen and the living room, and started down the hallway to her bedroom. She nearly made it before she realized that now she had to pee too. She veered to her right and into the regular bathroom and shut the door. She quickly pulled down her shorts and her underwear, then sat on the toilet, just in time. A surprisingly strong stream of pee started pouring out of her, splashing loudly (way too loudly) into the water. It seemed to last a long time, and for most of it she managed to keep her mind sort of blank. But then, as she began to run out of pee and the stream started turning into just a trickle, her mind conjured up the image of Christopher's dick again. Except this time she didn't think so much about her daydreams as about what she sometimes did when she daydreamed: she played with herself.

She'd discovered how to do it shortly after the first time she'd seen her brother's dick. She hadn't meant to, she'd just sort of discovered it by accident one night when she was in the tub taking a bath. She'd been rubbing the bar of soap all over her and, when she rubbed it between her legs, over her private place (which she knew was called a pussy), she noticed that it felt nicer there than when she rubbed the soap in other places. So she kept rubbing, and rubbing, and the more she moved the wet lathery soap up and down over the smooth lips, the better she felt. Warm and tingly, and eventually even a little bit out of breath. It made her smile too, even though she wasn't thinking about anything happy.

That was as far as it went that first time, but ever since then, whenever she got in the tub to take a bath (or if she decided to act grown up and take a shower), she would rub the soap all over her body, slowly and carefully, then rub it between her legs to revisit that warm and tingly feeling. Then, only about a month ago, Tabitha had started to rub herself that way without the soap, and in bed instead of in the tub; she just put her fingers down there and rubbed up and down gently, even lovingly. That was when she made another discovery: the presence of a teeny little button at the top of her pussy that, when she touched it and rubbed it with her fingers, made the warm and tingly feelings about a hundred times better. It also caused her to breathe harder, to get more excited, and the more excited she got the more she rubbed herself, until finally there was some strange kind of explosion inside of her. Not a bad one, though, a really good one, that made her hold her breath and smile and want to start laughing.

She hadn't told Abbie about this new discovery of hers yet; in fact, she hadn't told anybody about it, or about the fact that she rubbed herself. She felt just as guilty about these things as she did about her daydreams, and a little embarrassed too. She was sure she was the only kid in the world who did weird stuff like that.

As the last of her pee finished trickling out of her and she reached for some toilet paper, then began to wipe herself between her legs, Tabitha's thoughts shifted back to Nick The Dreamboat Movie Star. She was sure that the next time she rubbed herself she would be thinking of him, and probably not just about kissing him; she would probably think about touching and kissing his dick. It would be hard, too, like Christopher's dick had been hard. And she was also sure that she'd be able to make herself have one of her explosions.

Then she thought: Why don't I just do it right now? Then she thought: No, I can't. Nick would probably notice that I spent a long time in the bathroom and figure out what I was doing, and if that happened I would die of embarrassment.

So, in the end, Tabitha simply finished wiping her pussy with the toilet paper, pulled her underwear up, flushed, then went back out into the hallway. But not before she stopped and checked herself in the mirror, just to make sure she didn't look like a stupid gargoyle.

She didn't see Nick anywhere and figured he'd probably gone back out to the garage. Tabitha wanted to go back out there too but she suddenly felt really shy, so she just went across the hall and into her bedroom. She went right over to her bed and flopped down on it, face first, and just lay there for a second, not really thinking about anything. Then she turned over onto her back and started thinking about Nick again, about what his dick had looked like, and how it would look if it was hard. Her thoughts got sexy again and she closed her eyes and slipped one hand down into her shorts. Her fingers found the soft smooth lips of her pussy and she started to rub, slowly, almost tentatively.

"Whatcha doin?" Nick asked, startling her.

Tabitha's eyes shot open at the same time that she yanked her hand out of her shorts. Nick was leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed, his lips forming a small smile.

"Nothing," Tabitha said, painfully aware of how embarrassed and guilty she sounded. "I just felt like...taking a nap."

"Yeah." Nick stared at her. "That's what it looked like you were doing."

Tabitha couldn't tell if he meant what he'd said or if he was just teasing her. Still not wanting him to think she was a dork, she kept her face neutral as she sat up and scooted back until she was up against her headboard. She brought her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, wondering what she could say next. She thought about asking him what he was doing with Christopher's motorcycle, but was afraid he would tell her all about it, which would be more than boring. Instead, she decided to try what she usually tried when she wanted to make friends at school.

"Do you like Buffy the Vampire Slayer? It's my favorite TV show in the world."

Nick smiled, still leaning in the doorway, and said, "Yeah, it's a pretty cool show. And Buffy's, like, all blonde and beautiful and sexy. She's really hot."

Tabitha was suddenly seized with several conflicting feelings: she agreed that Buffy was beautiful, even sexy, but at the same time she felt jealous because Nick apparently liked Buffy more than he liked her; she was also kind of confused because usually boys didn't talk to her like that, unless they were old pervy guys. Except old pervy guys usually said much nastier stuff to her. Nick didn't seem to be like that, but still, it was odd that he would talk to her that way. She wasn't sure if she should feel offended or flattered.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said. She had no idea what else to say.

"She's got awesome tits," Nick said

Again, Tabitha was both surprised and confused, but she tried hard not to show it. She suspected that Nick had only said that to embarrass her.

"Well," she said, "she's a grownup, she's supposed to have boobies."

She told herself not to look down at her own tiny boobs, but looked anyway. Nick apparently noticed because he said, "Looks like you're starting to grow up a little, there, Tabitha."

"Not really." Tabitha crossed her arms in front of her chest, but then, for some reason, brought her arms back to her sides. Nick was looking right at her chest.

"You sure you're only ten? Most girls your age haven't even started to grow anything yet."

"Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I know how old I am?" Tabitha shrugged her shoulders. "I just started having boobs for some reason. My mom says it's cause I'm developing early."

"Damn straight, you are," Nick said, still staring at her chest. He casually pushed himself away from the door jam and came into the room.

"So, what else do you like?" he asked as he got closer and closer to the bed. "You like music? I bet you like Britney Spears, huh?"

"Yeah, she's okay," Tabitha said, sounding almost disinterested even though she loved Britney Spears. She watched as Nick got even closer to the bed, then sat down on the edge, facing toward her. She continued to watch as he very deliberately reached over and put one hand on the top of her knee.

"I think she's sexy too," he said. "But she's not as sexy as Buffy. And not nearly as sexy as you are."

Tabitha made a face before she could stop herself.

"How can I be sexy?" she asked, also before she could stop herself. "I'm just a kid."

Nick shrugged and gave her a small smile, said, "Some kids are sexy. Girls are, anyway." He startled her by bringing his hand up off her knee and touching her hair. "You have gorgeous hair. Nice brown eyes, too." She felt his fingers light on her cheek. "Beautiful face." His voice was low and soothing, mesmerizing.

Tabitha started to feel a little glowy, like she did just after she finished touching herself, and a little warm in her tummy, the way she usually did just after she started touching herself. She could feel her face wanting to smile but for some reason she was sort of afraid to. Instead she just sat there, looking at him and liking the way he was looking at her.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" Nick asked softly.

"No," Tabitha replied just as softly. Her heart started beating really loud in her head again.

Nick's mouth turned up at the corners, his dreamy eyes seemed to twinkle a little, then he leaned forward and very gently pressed his lips against hers. Tabitha held her breath, and she was sure her heart was going to explode. The kiss only lasted for maybe five seconds, but before it was even over Tabitha was convinced it was the best kiss she'd ever gotten from anybody, ever. And by the time Nick drew back, gazing at her with a happy and yet serious look on his face, she knew she was totally in love with him. She felt tiny tears well up in her eyes, and now she did smile, a shy nervous smile.

"That was kinda cool," she said, not caring for once how lame she sounded.

Nick's smile widened and he said, "Yeah, it was." He seemed to be looking at her like he was admiring her or something, but Tabitha knew that couldn't be what he was doing. Then he said, "So, did you like looking at my cock earlier?"

Tabitha blinked, startled, and her mouth dropped open a little. She knew what a cock was, naturally; it was a dick, but it was a badder word. Nick's use of it wasn't what startled her, though, it was the fact that he was actually talking to her about it.

"No," she said, sounding every bit as defensive as she suddenly felt. "It was disgusting."

Nick laughed softly.

"Aw, come on," he said. "Why would you think it was disgusting? You're not a lesbian like Willow, are you?"

Tabitha clicked her tongue and said, "Of course not. But I'm just a kid. I'm not even supposed to be looking at boys'... things...till I'm, like, thirty."

Nick laughed again and said, "Well, then why were looking?"

"I wasn't looking! You just pulled it right out in front of me! What was I supposed to do, cry like a baby?"

Now Nick laughed even harder, which just made Tabitha's face turn red. Then he reached over and touched her hair again and, in a low soft voice said, "Naw, you're definitely not a baby." He closed his eyes, leaned toward her, kissed her again, then drew back. "You wanna see it again?"

"No," Tabitha answered, but she didn't even believe it herself.

Without another word Nick got up off the bed, stood straight, and unfastened his belt, then began to unfasten the fly on his jeans. Tabitha knew she should get up and run, that Nick was about to try something with her that he shouldn't be trying. After all, he was Christopher's age; if he'd been a boy her own age it would just be playing doctor and not so bad, but she knew Nick wasn't playing doctor. Still, she didn't move as he got his fly undone, then pulled his zipper down; she just sat there and stared, holding her breath, watching his hand disappear inside his pants, then come out again. He was holding his dick in it, but now it wasn't like it was before; now it was longer, and stood straight up, just like Christopher's had. It didn't seem quite as big to Tabitha as her brother's dick did, but it looked just as awesome. And scary.

Looking at it, Tabitha felt her tummy get all squoogly and her pussy suddenly got really really warm and tight. Also, her nipples got really hard.

"Whaddaya think?" Nick asked, his voice low and secret again. "You like it?"

No, Tabitha thought, but she said, "Yeah." She sounded like somebody had hypnotized her.

"You can touch it if you want to."

"Okay."

Tabitha saw one of her hands come up from her lap; her fingers barely touched the end of Nick's dick, then traced a line from there down the side of it, then back up nearly to the tip again. Nick's dick felt warm, and both hard and soft at the same time. It was weird.

Nick wordlessly took hold of Tabitha's hand and helped her to wrap her fingers around it. Then, nearly in a whisper, he said, "Stroke it like this," then began to slowly move her hand up and down on his dick. Tabitha watched, fascinated, as her hand tentatively stroked him; she didn't even notice when Nick took his hand away and she continued to stroke him on her own.

"That feels good," Nick said softly.

Tabitha wondered if she should answer him but she couldn't think of a thing to say. Instead, and before she even truly realized what she was doing, she leaned forward and gave Nick's dick a little kiss right on the end.

"Put it in your mouth," Nick said.

Tabitha knew she would never do something like that, and yet, after only glancing up into Nick's Dreamboat eyes, she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the end of his dick. She was surprised that it didn't taste horrible, like broccoli or something, although it didn't taste particularly yummy, either. Once she had Nicks' dick in her mouth she looked up at him again, wondering if he might tell her what to do next; she was still stroking it, and she thought he would want her to just keep doing that.

Nick touched the top of her head, stroked her fine blonde hair, then moved his hand to the back of her neck. He kind of held her with that hand while his other hand came up and gently pulled her own hand away from his dick. Then, without saying anything, Nick began to push his dick further into Tabitha's mouth. Tabitha felt it slide over her tongue and all the way to the back of her throat, nearly clogging it, and she felt a moment of panic; but then he pulled his dick back again, almost all the way out of her mouth.

"Oh yeah," Nick said softly, "suck on me, babe."

He pushed his dick all the way to her throat again, then pulled it back; he kept doing this, slowly pushing his dick in and out of her mouth, and Tabitha, even more confused and nervous than ever, simply sat there and let him do it. She didn't want him to think she was a dumb baby.

After about a minute or so Nick pulled his dick all the way out of her mouth and said, "That was pretty awesome, Tabitha. You want me to do you now?"

"Um," Tabitha said. "I guess. I don't know."

"Lay down on the bed," Nick told her.

Tabitha scooted down a bit, then lay on her bed with her hands at her sides. Nick got onto the bed, then started to undo the snap on her shorts. Without thinking, Tabitha grabbed his wrist.

"No," she said, scared by how scared she sounded.

"Don't worry, babe," Nick said. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise."

Tabitha wanted to believe him, but she wasn't sure; plus, the tone of his voice suggested that he thought she was being a dumb chicken kid, and she didn't want him to think that, so, even though she knew she shouldn't, she let go of his wrist. Nick got her shorts undone and pulled them over her hips, then down her legs and over her feet. Tabitha was embarrassed to realize that she had her stupid pink Hello Kitty panties on; talk about being a dumb kid.

She didn't have to worry about it much, though, because in the next second Nick had his thumbs hooked in the waistband and was pulling her panties off too. Tabitha had to resist the urge to put her hands between her legs so he wouldn't see her private place.

"Gorgeous pussy," Nick said as he grabbed her knees, pushed her slender legs apart, and gazed with obvious admiration at her nono. "Nice puffy little lips." Tabitha felt her face get really red but at the same time couldn't help but feel complimented.

Nick, smiling slightly, reached down with one hand and touched his forefinger to her pussy. He sort of tickled it a little, then stuck his fingertip between her lips. Tabitha was afraid he was going to stick his whole finger in there and hurt her with it but he didn't; instead he just pushed in a little bit, then pulled out, then pushed in again. Tabitha, relieved, let out a small sigh; she couldn't help it, it felt kind of good.

But then Nick stopped playing with her pussy. He took his finger away, pushed her little legs farther apart, and lay down on top of her.

"Nick..." Tabitha said, sounding like a scared little kid again.

Nick didn't pay any attention. He kissed her mouth as he pressed his big hard dick against her pussy, then grabbed the bottom of her teeshirt and pulled it up over her head. He threw it somewhere, then grabbed at her tiny boobs, squeezing and pulling on them almost hard enough to hurt. At the same time his dick nudged at the smooth bald lips of her pussy and Tabitha realized she was in a whole lot of trouble; but she didn't say anything, didn't ask him to stop, or even tell her how scared she was. Instead she just started to cry, letting the tears well up in her eyes and then spill out and down her cheeks.

Nick didn't pay attention to that, either. He moved around a little to readjust himself, then sort of lay on top of her and reached down to grab his dick. Tabitha shut her eyes and gritted her teeth. She felt the knobby end of Nick's dick pushing against her, then snuggling its way between the lips of her pussy. It didn't hurt at first, even though she could tell she was being stretched wide by Nick's big dick; but in the next second, as Nick pushed further into her, it did hurt, and it hurt a lot. Tabitha cried out and immediately one of Nick's hands was over mouth.

"Take it easy, babe," he said, his voice sounding husky. "It won't hurt for long."

But you said it wouldn't hurt at all, Tabitha thought to herself.

She began to cry in earnest now as Nick's huge dick slid further and further into her, stretching her out and sending slivers of pain shooting up through her tummy. And then suddenly there was a really sharp pain, and Tabitha felt something pop inside of her. A strange wave of sadness and loss moved through her that was, in a way, worse than the physical pain.

Nick got all of his dick stuck into her pussy, then slipped his hands beneath her back and kind of hugged her, pressing her cheek against his chest. He moaned lightly, then kissed the top of her head. Tabitha felt his dick slowly slide out of her, but not all the way, just most of the way, then he pushed it back in. He pushed it into her several times, and each time he pushed in Tabitha counted: one...two...three...Nick pushed his dick into her young pussy ten whole times, once for each year that she'd been alive. Then, on the last push, he stopped and grunted, held her more tightly, and Tabitha felt his dick throbbing inside of her. It felt like a warm liquid was spilling into her pussy. Tabitha wondered at first if he was maybe peeing inside of her, but then she realized what it was; it had to be what happened when people made babies.

More tears fell from her eyes; she was too young to have a baby.

Nick lay on top of her, his heavy body nearly mashing her into the mattress for a few minutes before he finally pulled his dick out of her pussy and got up. He seemed a little nicer to her now as he took her hand and helped her get up from the bed, led her to the bathroom, and helped her get cleaned up.

Tabitha was shocked when she saw that, along with Nick's babymaker stuff that was dripping from her red swollen pussy lips, a little bit of blood was dripping too. Nick told her it was okay, though, that girls only bled like that a little bit, and only the first time they "got fucked." She wasn't sure whether she should believe him or not, since he'd said he wouldn't hurt her and yet he had. She kept from crying too much, though, as Nick got in the shower with her and soaped her up and rinsed her off; she was even kind of glad that he seemed to be in a hurry.

When she was cleaned up they both got out and dried off, then got dressed. Nick was done first, and while Tabitha was still putting her shoes on he kissed her on top of her head and said, "You were great, kid," then left her room and hurried back out to the garage.

Once she was done getting dressed and brushing her hair (and staring real hard at herself in the mirror to see if she looked any different), Tabitha went back out to the garage. Christopher had come back home and the boys were working on the motorcycle now. She stood there in the doorway, unnoticed, and watched them. She thought about what Nick had done to her, and about the things she'd dreamed of, and her sense of confusion deepened. She still thought she loved Nick, but at the same time she knew that what he'd done to her was wrong. And she knew that she wasn't going to tell Christopher, or anybody else in the whole world, either. She wasn't even going to tell Abbie, her best friend, about this. Despite how nice some of it had been (especially the kissing, and having Nick's dick in her mouth), in the end it was just too awful to tell.