Steven never had much interest in girls until the new girl, Maranda started going to his school. He was eight years old and she was nine. Because Maranda was a year ahead of him and in a different class, Steven almost never got to see her. He'd sit near her in the lunch room and play close to where she was playing on the playground, but he was much too shy to start a conversation with her. A couple of times, he was sure she had caught him staring.

Maranda was perfect. She was tall and thin. And athletic. Steven had heard from some of the other boys at school that she was into gymnastics. She was stronger and faster than most of them. She had shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes...and a smile that made Steven melt. He wouldn't change a thing about her. She was perfect.

Steven was a good-looking boy himself. Some of the girls in his class thought he was cute but he only had eyes for Maranda and they knew it. He was into things like little league baseball and video games. In many ways, he was the typical all-American boy.

Steven's parents had been divorced for two years. He lived with his mother, Robin, who struggled to make ends meet. She was a bartender which meant she worked most nights. She felt guilty about being away from Steven so often at night. He was used to spending time with the babysitter and even by himself some nights after the money to pay the babysitter ran out. Robin felt terrible about leaving him alone but she had no choice. She'd always insist that he lock all the doors while she was at work and never answer the door for strangers. Steven had gotten used to it and didn't mind it nearly as much as his mom thought he did. For him, it was a chance to play video games for hours at a time.

For the past several weeks, Robin had come home from work with stories of a new coworker friend she had met at the bar. Veronica. Veronica was a waitress and like Robin, she was recently divorced and new to the area. She had a daughter close to Steven's age that she sometimes talked about. Although Steven had never met Veronica himself, he knew that she and his mother had become inseparable.

After about six months on the job, Robin came home one night with news that Veronica and her daughter would be moving in for a few months. Maybe a year. The two women had decided that their situations were so similar that it would be mutually beneficial for them to live together. They could share expenses and while one was working, the other could watch the kids.

The next day at school brought more big news for Steven and it wasn't good. He heard through some of his friends that Maranda, the love of his life he had never spoken to, was moving away. Already. The news devastated Steven and for the rest of the day, he could not concentrate on his school work. He wanted desperately to go up to her and throw his arms around her and beg her not to go, but who was he kidding? He was too shy to even say, "Hello".

When he got home from school, his despair was obvious to his mother and of course, she asked him what was wrong. Steven hadn't opened up to his mother about his crush on Maranda so he knew she wouldn't understand. He lied and told her he didn't feel good before retreating to his bedroom upstairs.

After about an hour, he heard his mother shouting up to him from the base of the stairs.

"Steven, come down. They're here!", she hollered.

Coming downstairs was the last thing he wanted to do. He just wanted to lay on his bed and wallow in self pity. But somehow, he pulled himself up out of bed and climbed down the stairs.

"Steven, I have someone I'd like you to meet. This is Veronica...and her daughter, Maranda", his mother said.

WHAT?!!? Steven's mind was racing. Standing before him was the girl of his dreams. Not only wasn't she moving away, but she was moving in with him! He was excited, nervous and relieved all at the same time.

"Maranda goes to your school. Have you two met?", Robin asked.

Steven couldn't talk.

"We've seen each other around school", Maranda finally said, covering for Steven, "But we're in different classes".

"Well you'll have a chance to get to know each other better now", Robin offered, "Why don't you take Maranda upstairs? You two are going to have to share a room".

Share a room? Steven thought, This is either way too good to be true or it's going to be a complete disaster.

Satisfied that the introductions were over, Robin disappeared into the kitchen with Veronica. The two women had started discussing where everyone was going to sleep.

The house had two bedrooms downstairs and one bedroom upstairs. Robin had the master bedroom and Veronica was going to sleep in the guest bedroom. That meant Steven and Maranda would have to share a room. Steven had bunk beds. He used to love sleeping in the top bunk until the night he fell out of bed and sprained his arm. From then on, he only slept in the bottom bunk. When Maranda saw the bunk beds, she said, "Cool", and immediately began climbing the ladder.

"Can I have the top bunk?" she asked.

"Sure", he responded. His first word to Maranda.

Sensing some shyness from Steven, Maranda initiated the conversation. The two talked about video games, their teachers and even gymnastics. Steven wondered how they could afford gymnastics classes when money was so tight for them. Maranda went on to talk about her dad, whom she barely ever saw but who paid for her lessons. That makes sense, he thought. After about an hour of talking, Steven had gotten somewhat comfortable in her presence. But nowhere near comfortable enough to tell her how he felt about her.

In Robin's mind, she'd hoped that Steven and Maranda might bond the same way a brother and sister would. She had no idea the depth of feelings her son had for this girl. The erotic thoughts he had. If she did, she might have reconsidered inviting them to live in her house.

Out of the blue, as the two were in the middle of a video game, Maranda said, "So, I saw you checking me out at school. Do you like me or something?"

Uh oh. Busted.

"Um, no", he lied. She put him on the spot and it was all he could come up with.

"Are you sure?", she asked, "Because if you did, that would be OK. Actually, I was hoping you'd come over and talk to me".

"Really?", he responded, "You did? I thought a girl as pretty as you would have tons of boyfriends in your own class".

"The guys in my class are all jerks. Besides, I think they're afraid of me. I beat most of them in sports. You seem so sweet. I can tell you always want to say something to me, but you never do".

This is too good to be true, he thought.

"I honestly didn't think I had a chance", he said, "I didn't think there was any way you'd want to be with someone like me".

"You're too hard on yourself", Maranda replied, "All you had to do is ask".

Their video game had all but crashed and burned at that point. Both players had dropped the controllers and each of their characters died a fiery death in the game. But neither of them cared. They were now both totally fixated on each other. They laid together in the bottom bunk, facing each but neither spoke. Maranda finally reached out and wrapped her arms around him and pulled on him playfully, urging him closer to her. The two kissed on the lips and cuddled for awhile, not sure how to act on their feelings for each other. They eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

Both kids scrambled when they woke up the next morning, realizing that they had slept in the same bed together.

"Do you think our moms saw?", Steven asked.

"I don't know. I hope not", Maranda said.

The two hurried up and got dressed for school and came downstairs. They found Robin and Veronica sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast.

"Did you guys forget something?", Robin asked.

Silence.

"Today's Saturday silly. You don't have to go to school", Robin added.

Steven and Maranda exhaled, "Oh yeah" they said in unison.

"We're going to the beach today", Robin continued, "We want to celebrate you two moving in".

Could this get any better? Steven thought.

After breakfast, everyone packed up their swimming suits, beach towels, sunscreen and snacks for the beach. The beach Robin and Steven typically went to was secluded. Robin didn't like having to share the beach with dozens of other families and groups. She was the type of beachgoer who preferred to lie in the sun, undisturbed.

Steven was putting on the last of his sunscreen when he saw her. Maranda. Oh my god, he thought. His mind had raced with the anticipation of seeing her in a bikini. But when she emerged from the girls locker room, she had on only a bikini bottom. She was shirtless. Steven was equal parts surprised and giddy. She looked absolutely stunning. Her body was even better than he'd imagined. It was painfully obvious that she was a gymnast. She had six pack abs and he could see her ribs, which he loved. She had an outie belly button, which he found sexy. And her glorious nipples.

Steven didn't even try pretend he wasn't staring. He knew she'd see right through that anyway.

"What?", she asked, "You don't like it?"

"Like it?", he said, "I love it. You look...amazing. But I didn't think girls liked going around without their tops at the beach".

"Usually we don't. I used to wear one but it was itchy. It kept scratching my back so my mom said I could take it off. It's so much more comfortable this way", she added, "Mom says I don't have to wear a top at the beach until I start getting boobs".

That thought wasn't at all appealing to Steven. He wanted to keep her exactly the way she was. She was perfect. Better than perfect. And besides, as soon as the boobs came, they'd be covered up and he liked having her nipples uncovered.

The kids played and the adults laid in the sun for most of the afternoon. After a couple of hours, Robin and Veronica had decided they were going to barbeque hamburgers and hot dogs. Maranda was in the sand building a sand castle but Steven had wandered off.

"Maranda, can you go find Steven?", Robin asked, "Tell him we're going to eat in about a half hour."

Maranda agreed and ran off. She searched the play structure. The water. Even the visitor's center, which was closed. No Steven. It finally occurred to her that he might be using the bathroom so she ran over to the locker room area.

"Hello?" she said from the entrance of the boys locker room, "Is there anybody in there? Hello?"

No response. Assuming the locker room was empty, she figured it was safe to go inside and look around. She wasn't prepared for what she saw. Steven was in the locker room. He was standing up at one of the urinals, getting ready to pee.

"How come you didn't answer me?", Maranda asked, "Our moms are barbequing hamburgers and hot dogs and they wanted me to find you.....Are you peeing?"

"Not anymore", Steven said, "I stopped when you came in. This is the boys locker room. You're not supposed to be in here".

"Well, you didn't answer me", she protested.

Instead of leaving, Maranda moved in closer to Steven. Sensing her approaching, he moved his body closer to the urinal to cover up.

"I wish I was a boy so I could pee standing up", she said, "Can I watch?"

Steven didn't know what to say. He was terribly uncomfortable with her standing there. He wanted her to leave so he could finish. But part of him didn't. Part of him wanted her there. Steven liked that Maranda was forcing the situation. Because he knew he was too shy to act on his own. Maybe he did want to let her watch him pee. To show the most beautiful girl in the world his most private part. But he'd never choose to do it. He had to be coerced. And Maranda was doing a fine job of coercing him.

"I don't know", he said.

"Oh come on, I won't tell", she said, "Pleeeease?"

She moved in behind him and began massaging his shoulders. Her touch felt incredible. He was turning to putty in her hands. It was getting harder and harder to resist her.

"OK", he finally relented.

Steven took a full step back from the urinal, exposing his privates fully to Maranda. She sat down on a bench next to him so she could get a closer look. When he began to pee, she squealed with delight, urging him to do it more. But finally, he stopped. He was done. He began to put his penis back in his swimming trunks when Maranda stopped him.

"No, don't!", she begged, "Do it some more. Or better yet, let me try".

"You try?", he asked, "How are you going to do that?"

"Can I hold your um. Your um. Your dick. While you pee?" she asked nervously.

Hearing Maranda even say the word "dick" made Steven hard. It sounded so sexy coming out of her mouth.

"But I don't have to pee anymore", he said.

Maranda walked over to his duffle bag and pulled out some bottled water and offered it to Steven.

"Here, drink this", she said.

Steven chugged it down and waited for several minutes when he suddenly had the urge to pee once again. Maranda moved into position behind him. She slid both of her hands around his waist until they came to a rest on his dick. She was taller than Steven so she could easily rest her chin on his right shoulder and have a perfect view of what was happening between his legs. She once again squealed in approval as he began to pee. She moved the dick back and forth as it peed like a fireman might move his hose when fighting a fire. She was disappointed when he finally finished. So was he.

"I wish you could go some more", Maranda said sadly.

She began to slide her hands free when he spoke up.

"No, don't", he said, "Don't stop. I like the way your hands feel".

Maranda was absolutely delighted with this development. Steven turned around so that he was now facing her. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and began to slowly stroke it. He moaned with delight.

"I don't think this is going to work", he said.

"Why not?", Maranda asked.

"Because I'm too relaxed to stand up.", he added.

"Then lay down silly", she said, relieved that she wouldn't have to stop.

Maranda spread a beach towel on the floor and just to be safe, walked over and locked the door of the locker room, ensuring their privacy. Steven laid down on his back and sat up on his elbows so that he could have full view of what she was doing to him. She again took his dick in her hand and began stroking it. Maranda wasn't sure who was enjoying it more, him or her. She was in heaven. And based on his moaning, so was he.

After a few minutes of this, Steven said, "Your hands are so soft".

"I can think of something softer", she said.

He perked up briefly and looked at her, curious what she was talking about. She began licking her lips, telling him everything he needed to know.

She wants to put it in her mouth? He thought.

Steven's defenses were all but gone. She could have asked him for permission to hit him in the balls with a hammer and he probably would have said "yes". But this was a no-brainer. This was his fantasy. His dream come true. And it was happening. He gave a subtle nod of his head, telling Maranda all she needed to know. She moved in closer to his dick and replaced her hand with her mouth. Steven was in pure ecstasy. He watched closely as his eight year-old dick disappeared completely into Maranda's soft, sultry mouth. Once completely inside her mouth, she went to work on the most sensitive parts of his dick with her tongue. Steven grabbed the towel he was laying on with both hands and squeezed as hard as he could. He lasted for only a couple of minutes after that. Drops of semen leaked from his dick into Maranda's mouth which was unexpected, but not unwelcome. She swallowed it down fully and washed his dick with her tongue so that when it finally emerged from her mouth, there w asn't a drop on it.

Steven laid there for five minutes before he could even move. Finally, with Maranda's help, he got back on his feet and started getting dressed. It had been close to a half hour. Their mothers would be expecting them soon.

"That was the best feeling in the world.", Steven finally said.

"That was fun", Maranda added, "Do you want me to do it to you again sometime?"

"Are you serious?", he asked.

"Yeah, I'll do it whenever you want", she said, "Maybe once or twice a day?"

Once or twice a day? Oh my god. Yes!

"I could probably do three, but no more than four times. That's my limit.", she said, smiling at him as if she was only half kidding.

This is going to be the best year ever, Steven thought.

2 months later...

"Did you know that Steven and Maranda fool around at night?", Veronica asked Robin as they were sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Yes", Robin said, "But I'm surprised you did."

"It's pretty hard to miss", Veronica said, "Your son is a moaner".

"Ha ha", Robin laughed.

End