We were in the borough of Centrum, a deelgemeente, they called it. We were near the red light district, but I didn't want to go there... yet. I went to a phone booth and looked at the back for a specific place I needed to visit, all the while devising a plot in my head to make the seller believe my story. I sighed and found a place not far from the red light district, but not quite in it. I checked my map and got on a bus that led me there. Would we need a car here? I would have to figure that out.

I got off the bus and started walking. I would need groceries too, but this was my first stop. It wasn't my first time in a sex shop, but it was still nerve-racking. I wasn't there for myself, see. I entered and found a young man maybe a bit older than me tending it. He said hello in Dutch and I smiled nervously:

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Dutch."

"I don't speak Dutch very well either. Are you looking for anything in particular." He was British, I guessed.

I sighed. "Yeah. I'm... looking for some sort of... dildo or... vibrator."

"Okay, for..."

"My wife," I said, anxiously.

"All right. We have a large selection over here." He walked over to a wall and looked at them. They were huge, or not appropriate. I scanned through most of them and then looked over at him. He was basically staring at me.

"Do you mind?" I asked him.

"You look bothered."

I looked at him straight in the eyes, and he smiled wickedly. I frowned.

"Is there a problem?" he asked me, edging my patience.

"Well... sorry, I'm a bit... I haven't really been in one of these places..."

"I think you're lying," he replied.

I gaped. "You're not a very good seller, you know that. Intimidating your customers won't make you money."

"Oh I think it will. What's the problem?"

I smiled. "My girlfriend's a bit-"

"Oh it's a girlfriend is it now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and biting his lip slightly, his nose curling. What? Shit, I had said wife. I should have back away now and get out. Don't mention your plan, just leave. He caught onto my sharp breathing and posed:

"How old is she?"

"Who? My..."

"Your darling."

"My... I don't know what you're talking about. I'm going to leave now."

"You come from... Canada to Amsterdam and you come in here looking for a dildo but oh no, mine are just too big. You don't want to hurt your... let me guess... eleven?"

I was so shocked and in three heartbeats, so fearful I wished I was dead.

"Let's just say I can tell when I see a Brother."

"I'm not interested in anything you've said to me. I don't understand."

"Of course you don't. Follow me."

I did, but I said, "Listen, I'm not really in need of anything."

"Oh shut it, you're not the only bloke's who's come here asking for something smaller. For sure, despite that we are Amsterdam, you can't just display material for such precious occasions. Oh, the door."

He ran toward the front door and switched the sign and bolted the door.

"Are you calling the police on me?"

"Hey, you deaf? I'm like you. I'm not active, and you seem to be and although I hate you slightly, I would have loved to have some help in my activity."

"There aren't any cameras or anything recording this..."

"No cameras in the backroom, there are some in the shop, but only for me. I own the place." He reached for his keys and unlocked a door.

"Ah... so..."

My heart thumped madly. Was this guy for real? He could tell that I was a pedophile? Was it like being gay? It really showed? I walked into a dark space.

"You have anything... hot... or black?"

"Of course I do, what kind of seller would I be without the goods? You're not a cop, are you?"

"Wish I was," I admitted, smirking slightly.

I was oddly comfortable now that I had made my mind up that, to hell with it, I'll trust him. He finally turned on the light and I was surrounded by boxes with locks on them. He closed the door and bolted it.

"All right. You know the Japanese are sickos and they fabricate things like this for us. Well, the Dutch make them too, but I..." He stopped and breathed out. "God, the memories of her. I did something wrong, obviously. How are you holding up? Was I right, eleven?"

"You promise not to tell anyone..."

"Promise, swear to drop dead. Seriously. I'll tell you my story too, so we'll be even."

I nodded. "Ten, going on eleven."

"She related to you?"

"Niece."

"Sweet. Where are her parents?"

"Her mother died a few months back, her father followed a few days ago. I thought I could change her ideas by bringing her here with me."

"And how long have you been active with her?"

"Not long at all. I'm... following a guide that I've revised and am still revising as I go through. It works."

"No bloody way. I'm jealous, mate."

"I can give it to you if you want, give you the site I got it from."

"Please do. You're her uncle, so I bet you're not keen on fucking her."

"No. How do you know?"

"You're not the first I meet. I have regulars who come in, you know. I can tell now, only you're pretty young, and damn lucky."

"I know..." I breathed.

"You penetrated her yet?"

"Just yesterday, one finger."

"And she's not coming."

"Yeah..."

He nodded and went to a box. He unlocked it with a combination and opened it. He got out a package full of Japanese writing on it. He handed it over to me and I chuckled. "No way... they did this..."

"They did. Kids believe Hello Kitty's fucking 'em."

"Does it vibrate?

"Yep. It's small now, but they come with these, and it's made to slowly enlarge her." Indeed, the base had several different pieces I could add to it so it would be slightly wider each time.

"How much?"

"I like you, so how about... you have Canadian cash?"

"I can Visa it."

"I can't have it on my payroll. Cash only."

"Point. I do have cash." It was pretty much useless now too. "I have sixty."

"I'll take it. I really do wish you luck."

"Hey..." I muttered as he looked around for some sort of bag for me, probably.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you like this?"

It was a bit of a personal question, but I felt the need to actually discuss with another... another man like me.

He froze and sighed.

"I don't know. I wasn't molested or raped, or anything like that. I had a normal upbringing, but ever since I was a teen I liked the girls under my own age. When I was eighteen, I still looked into the playgrounds of middle schools, primary schools sometimes. I thought it was just a fantasy, and I went to see a shrink after a while because I couldn't keep a steady girlfriend. He told me to go to this rehabilitation place and see people like me. I refused."

"I guess I told you I was going to relay my own story. She was thirteen, but small for her age, barely any tits, small hips, slim, everything. She lived across from my place with her parents and younger brother. She would come home and play music in her room while I was out on my side of the balcony. And then, I decided to start. You know how it is."

"Nerve-racking."

"And beautiful. I started by talking with her, about very normal things. Then, I would bring out some tea and I some home-cooked pasties. She was drawn to them like a fly and she ate them with pleasure. I made them each day of the week and I told her it wasn't a good idea to tell her father before he came home from work. She didn't tell a soul. At the end of the third week, I drugged her tea and cakes. She fell dead asleep on my chair and I dragged her into my bed."

He smiled and pressed his lips before exhaling.

"I didn't fuck her, but I did everything I could in an hour and a half." She came probably twice or three times, but she was so extremely out of it. I cleaned her up and brought her to her bed in her apartment. I snuck out and back in my house and..." I blushed. "I hid in my closet and digested everything I had done. I shook the wits out of myself, and expected her father to realize and to come over and bash my head in, but none of that came. I slept there, and the next day I watched her go to school. I went to work and as I came home, I found her sitting on my side of the porch. She looked up at me and said:

"I know what you did to me. I'm not stupid."

"I know you're not." I gulped nervously.

"I'm going to tell someone unless you don't drug me this time and I get to participate."

"You could not believe what I was feeling. I was being blackmailed into fulfilling all of my desires. It was probably the sexiest thing I had ever experienced. We left the tea there, and she was mine for six months. Every weekday, from three-thirty to five. She liked to receive, and I didn't object, however, it was in the second month where she started to be interested in having sex. Thirteen-year-old girls are horny, and although she was mature and older, it was just enough."

"What was her name?"

"Alice."

"What happened after six months?"

"Her father was asking too many questions and I broke ties with her. Well, she was losing interest as well. I think she was fucking other boys at that point too. It was... bad, but hey, I moved and here I am, five years later."

"Did she contact you again?"

"No. I suspect she doesn't give a bloody damn about my hide."

I nodded. Would Bee ever lose interest?

"And yours? What's she called?"

"Beatrice, I call her Bee."

"Cute."

I gave him my sixty dollars.

"If you ever want to chat, here's my number, and you can always drop by. I'd love to hear your progress and see if the vibrator works good on her. It has lower speeds for, you know, children."

I smiled and nodded.

He gave me a small opaque bag and I went home. He was really nice, like me, but... nice. I wasn't a nice person with others. I was a recluse, a young hermit afraid of who he was. We were both lucky. We were both outside of jail. I stopped by the closest corner store and bought just enough food for today and tomorrow. I hopped on the bus and rode home.

I arrived and found Bee on Neopets. She looked up at me and as soon as the door was closed and locked, she got off her chair and told me:

"Cole... I feel..." She was breathing hard.

"Excited? Hot?" Damn, I was...

She nodded and smiled.

"I actually have a new toy for us to use."

"Really? A toy?"

"You hungry, first?"

"No. I want... to be with you."

No objections. I removed my shirt and grabbed her. She huddled to me as I brought her into our my room. I removed her clothes and then mine. I went into the other room and washed up briefly. I went back and found her spread open for my plucking. I reached for the small bag and placed it on the corner of the unmade bed. It was just a mattress and a cover sheet really. I knelt on top of her and said:

"Choose something and we'll do it."

"No... you choose. I don't know... and you're so good at it."

"But I don't know what you like best."

"I like it all."

"You liked it when I put my finger inside of you yesterday?"

She nodded. "It felt really good."

I held myself up on top of her and caressed her thigh before pushing her leg up and leaning down to breathe on her neck. My fingers fluttered over her behind and caressed her tender lips, now always wet for me. The tip of my erection was pressing into her thigh. I circled my index around her vagina and then slowly, I smoothed it within her.

"Tell me if it hurts."

"It feels a bit... tight but it's okay. When you move it, it feels-ah!" I had moved, and she smiled at me.

"I love you, Bee," I told her.

"I love you too, Cole."

I didn't kiss her, but stared at her as I moved my finger in and out of her. She moaned as tears welled in her eyes. I stopped and reached for the vibrator. I put in the batteries. She looked at me.

"What is that?"

"It's the toy I was talking about. It's meant to help me make you feel good."

I gave it to her so she could look at it.

"It's Hello Kitty!"

"Yeah, you like it?"

"It's pretty."

It was really small now, probably a bit bigger than my finger. It was as long at my hand from lower palm to top of my pinky finger. She gave it back to me and I told her to sit up a bit. I licked it firsthand, turned it on and placed it on her clitoris.

She gasped.

"It shakes!" she said.

"Yeah. Do you like it? I have no idea, so you'll have to tell me what you feel."

"It's nice."

It was on the lowest level. I massaged her small... it had always been more her clitoral hood, unless she was extremely turned-on. She breathed out in pleasure, closed her eyes and opened her mouth to breathe more appropriately. I pushed the tip into her vagina and she looked at me do it.

"Tell me if it hurts, Bee."

"It doesn't hurt," she muttered.

I moved it in until it would no longer budge. She breathed in and out carefully, but quickly, and I pushed it just a bit farther into her. She moaned. I did it again and she convulsed, her legs twitching. It was working. I continued an in-out motion a bit more, all the while pressing it up and down to stretch her. Wait... stretch her for what? I froze. I wanted to fuck her. But I wouldn't. It was my promise. However, I would let her fuck me. If she would want, if she would understand how, find out all by herself, she would be ready. She wasn't close to being a woman yet; I wouldn't impregnate her. Everything was so perfect, I could not have asked for anything more in the world.

"It feels so good!" she mewled, tears of joy and ecstasy falling from her eyes.

Her hips circled and humped naturally, beautifully.

"Cole! Faster...!"

With pleasure. She was finding her pace, developing her sexual flexibility. I went faster and she moaned harder. She kept on bucking and twitching her legs, her belly rippling, her abs contracting. Although I was going pretty hard on her, she didn't come. I removed it from her and it popped out, a thin line of cream following the vibrator as I passed it on her clitoris again. She whimpered and grabbed the sheet below her. Her legs elongated on each side of me and came to rest on my flanks.

"Are you going to come, Bee?" I asked her, my own limits coming forward to test my own endurance. She nodded and I put the vibrator to the next level. She gasped and squealed with each short breath, and then she froze, and I turned the vibrator off, but pushed it into her clitoris. Her breath was halted, her eyes sparkled with the electricity that flowed through her, and then she was panting. I put the vibrator next to me and lay down. My erection was throbbing. I didn't want to jack off, but I also didn't want to ask too much of her.

"Bee, I want to feel good too..." I said, using that manipulative tone. It was almost a childish tone that she could associate with. It meant: 'hey, take me into consideration, instead of taking it all for yourself.'

"You want me to make you come?" she asked, grinning at me. I nodded. "How?"

"You want to suck me?"

"Yes!"

She knelt in between my legs and lapped my pre-cum before taking me into her mouth. I watched her, every inch of her small tongue on my length, each time she sucked hard and licked just under the neck. I breathed out my own masculine music, and my hand found her head and caressed her ash-blonde locks. She quickly took the best of me, only without thinking, I came and heard her scream out in surprise as my semen spurted into her mouth and onto her face. I glowed in the aftermath of my effervescence. She wiped herself with her arm.

"I'm sorry, I should have pulled your face away."

"Why do you do that?"

"Well... you do it too, only more gradually. Mine comes out at the end."

She spread her legs and wiped her inner thigh that was drenched in her youthful moisture.

"It's nothing bad. Did it surprise you?"

She nodded. "I ate some."

"It's not going to hurt you. Now, are you hungry? Eating me won't be enough."

"I'm tired."

"You want to watch a movie on my laptop in bed? I'll prepare a meal for us both."

"Yes!"

I put a Disney on for her and I made us something to eat. I brought it to her and finished watching the movie with her, while we ate from the same plate and sometimes the same fork. Life was perfect.

-End of Part 7-