Neighbor Nancy

My name is Nancy. At the time of this story I was ten years old, and just finished Fifth Grade. I was 4 feet, 4 inches tall, with medium length blond hair. I had not started puberty yet so my body was straight and flat, with no curves at all. I lived in the suburbs, with my single mom.

I really wanted to be on the cheerleading squad when I got to Middle School. My mom bought me a cheerleading uniform, so I could practice all summer. It consisted of a short, pleated, red and white skirt and a white, knit halter top, which was no big deal, since I don't have any boobies yet. I spent a lot of time in the back yard, practicing cheers.

Last month we got a new neighbor. He was a divorced, forty year old man named Mr. Sully. One day I noticed him watching me, in my uniform as I practiced in the townhouse yard we shared. I figured he must have liked cheerleading too.

He called me over to the patio, where he was working on his laptop.

"Hi, my name is Mr. Sully. You can call me Pete." he said. "I live the the townhouse connected to yours. "What's your name?"

"My name is Nancy," I said, "and I'm trying to be a cheerleader when school starts."

"Well that's great." he said. "I've been watching you, and you're really good." (That's all I had to hear. I liked him already.)

"Go right ahead and continue cheering." he said.

Just then my mother came out of the door next to his, from our connected houses, and introduced herself. "I hope Nancy is not disturbing you." she said. "She can be quite loud sometimes."

"Not at all." Pete said. "I work, alone, out my house, on a computer business. Nancy's antics are a pleasant distraction."

Over the next few weeks, both me and my mother got to know Pete quite well. We had him over for dinner many times and started treating him like one of the family.

I spent a lot of time talking to him, as he sat in the patio working, while I perfected my cheers in the yard.

One day my mom rushed over to Pete, in a panic. "Do do think you could help me out?" she asked. "I just got a job, and they want me to start tomorrow. I don't have a baby sitter. Since you're right here, in the townhouse connected to mine, would you keep an eye on Nancy during the day. She'll be in Sixth Grade, and is pretty responsible. I just need someone to keep an eye on her."

Since he had already been keeping both eyes on Nancy, he readily agreed.

This would be a big change for me. In fact this was a summer of another big change. I started to feel my body beginning puberty. My mom had told me all about it. My boobs were starting to get a little bigger and I noticed a few curly blond hairs, growing around my pussy. I hadn't started having periods yet. I was glad.

She also told me about the birds and the bees, I mean sex. It seemed unbelievable. I wondered what that was like.

The days went on, pretty much as before. I would spend a lot of time, doing cheers in the back yard, always in my uniform. Pete would sit in patio and work on his laptop. I continued to notice him looking at me.

I learned to do lots of jumps, spreads, and splits. My skirt would fly up a lot, but I didn't worry. I always wore the cheerleading panties my mother bought me, which completely covered my bottom.

He seemed to be watching me, more and more. "He sure liked cheerleading." I thought. I asked if he could help me sometime and he agreed.

The next day, I summoned Pete over, when I started practicing. I asked him if he could help steady and spot me, while I attempted jumps, flips and cartwheels. He said he would.

His hands touched me all over as I he attempted to keep me from falling and position my body correctly. Throughout the session, he rubbed against my legs, thighs, butt, and even my flat boobies. I liked it a lot, and even fell into him on purpose. When I did, I felt a stiff bulge in his pants. I figured that must have been his penis, the thing mom said went in a girl's pussy during sex. It seemed too big to ever fit.

I ate lunch at his house each day and watched TV there. He let me sit on his lap when he showed me stuff on his computer. I liked that because I always felt the bulge, sticking into my bottom, when I did. I wondered why it was always stiff when I was around.

One day, while Pete was off doing something, I went to use his computer. I spotted a file labeled Cheerleader, and clicked on it.

A movie started to play. On the screen was a brunette girl, about my age, doing a cheer. "Oh good." I thought, "Maybe I can learn something."

As she cheered, the girl spun around. Her skirt kept flying up. Underneath she did not have on the regular cheerleading panties. In fact she wasn't wearing panties at all. The camera captured many glimpses of her bare bottom. All I could see was a light covering of brown pubic hair. Then the camera pulled out and moved up to her chest. She wore a tiny, loose fitting crop top. When she raised her arms to cheer, the top rode up, and her boobies popped out. They were bigger than mine.

On one spin, the girl fell down and grabbed her ankle. A man of about thirty, rushed over, bent down, and then started rubbing it. He then picked her up, carried her into the house, and set her on the couch. He took off her shoes and socks and started rubbing her ankle. She told him it felt good, and he continued rubbing all the way up her leg. His hand disappeared under her skirt. The camera then went right to her face. She was moaning and had an expression of extreme pleasure on it.

Finally I got to see what was happening under her skirt. As he lifted it up, I could see his finger, buried in the hole of her pussy. He was pumping it in and out, at a furious pace. All of a sudden, she stiffened up and collapsed into him.

Then she reached over and unzipped his pants. I was happy I might finally see what was inside a man's pants. Out popped his penis. It was about eight inches long and looked very hard. It stood straight up. The girl put her hand around it and started to pump up and down.

Before she could do it much, he reached over and took off her skirt and top. She lay there completely naked. The camera now got a better look at her. Her breasts were about the size of peaches, with firm little nipples at the end of each. Her pussy was more mature than mine. Her lips were more full and plush, and she had a light covering of brown pubic hair, all over it.

He stood up and undressed completely. Then he lay on top of her and put his penis in her pussy. When he pushed forward, it went all the way in. I thought that might hurt, but she seemed to be liking it.

He pumped in and out for about ten minutes, and then pushed forward and held himself there. When he pulled out, the camera zoomed down to her pussy. A steady stream of white creamy stuff poured out. They both looked really content, as the video ended.

"Oh wow!" I thought, "Is that what sex is like? It looks like so much fun. I wished I could try it but I knew my time was years away." Nevertheless, I decided to play a little game with Pete to see how he would react.

I slipped off my panties, and went into the back yard to cheer. Pete was on the patio, looking through some papers. I did a routine with lots of twirls. My skirt flew high, and I am sure he could see my bare bottom. He started looking more at me than at his papers. I wanted to take it a step further so I pretended to fall down and hurt my ankle.

Just like in the movie, he came over, picked me up and carried me to the couch inside. Unlike the man in the movie, he was very proper. He didn't rub my foot. He merely asked how I was. I couldn't tell him, that I wanted to feel like the girl in the movie. I just took his hand, and put it under my skirt, right on my bare, bald pussy.

When I did this, all semblance of being proper went away. His finger landed on my slit, and he rubbed it up and down. I felt myself getting really wet down there. At one point, he tried to put his finger in my pussy hole, but pulled back, when he felt a barrier there. He moved his hand up further, and rubbed a spot that felt really good. (I learned later this was my clitoris.)

After a while of this, I felt my insides spasm, my whole body got stiff, and I collapsed into him, like the girl in the movie.

Also like the girl in the movie, I reached over to see what was in his pants. He was ahead of me and had already unzipped them. His penis was about the same size as the one in the movie. I reached over and put my hand around it. It felt so big!

As I was busy feeling his penis, he removed my cheerleading outfit.

I lay on the couch, completely naked before him. I wondered what he thought of my ten year old, preteen body. My breasts were just two slight mounds but my nipples, stood out like pencil erasers, over my quarter sized aureolas.

My body was straight and flat, with little distinction between my waist and hips. I was really worried about what he would think about my pussy. There were barely any outer lips, just a mere slit down there. His rubbing had excited my inner lips, which were pushing out slightly. What few pubic hairs I had, were so light I doubt he could even see them. His touch also excited the little bud, at the top of my slit, that was still very sensitive.

He must have liked what he saw, for he took off his clothes, and climbed up over me. I felt his eight inch penis, touching the entrance to my pussy, and then felt him push forward.

My pussy expanded to accept it but I flinched as I felt him come up against that barrier.

He must have sensed my apprehension, and he stopped to explain.

"Don't worry, Nancy." he said. "That's just your hymen. I need to break through it, in order to continue. It may hurt a little, but then it will feel really good. Every girl goes through this. It is a passage to womanhood. Tell me, and I will stop."

"No, just do it." I said.

Pete pulled out a little and then pushed forward, firmly. I felt the barrier give way. It hardly hurt at all. I felt myself being filled up.

As he started to pump in and out, I never felt so much pleasure before. I could understand, why the girl in the movie, had that look on her face.

Maybe it was because his penis was so big, and my pussy was so small, but my insides clung so tightly to his shaft, I truly felt we were one. The more he pumped, the better it felt. I sensed myself starting to get the same feeling I had a while ago, just before I exploded.

When he speeded up, I felt myself go again. The walls inside of my vagina expanded and contracted, in strong, pulsing, waves. I felt his penis throb and then empty load after load, of hot juice, into my pussy.

When he pulled out, I felt the hot liquid, dripping out between my thighs.

My little game had gone further than I expected, but then again, I got more pleasure than I ever dreamed of.

Pete and I spent many more afternoons on that couch until he moved away.

When puberty did come later that summer, it came in a big way. By the time I was half way through Seventh Grade, my breasts were a 34C and I had the best figure in school. My blond hair had grown to my shoulders.

All of the boys wanted me. I even let some of them have me.

Yes I did become a cheerleader, and I never wore panties, which kept the attention, of all of the dads in the bleachers...

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