"It looks amazing, I'll take it," said Doug Appleton, as he looked around the bare living room one last time. "When can we sign the papers?"

"Marvelous! After learning some of your tastes from showing you the others, I felt sure that this house would suit you perfectly," the real-estate agent said, beaming at him. "However, there is one thing I'm obligated to tell you before we start the ball rolling. A young girl died in the house 20 years ago, and some of the previous tenants have felt that the place is haunted. I'm sure they just ended up scaring themselves, and the stories have grown without any basis in fact."

"HAH! Haunted, you say? That's rich!" laughed Doug. "There's always a rational explanation for stuff like that, people are just superstitious!"

"My feelings exactly, Mr. Appleton." The smartly-dressed woman smiled at him. "However, the law does require me to inform you of the girl's death and the supposed incidences. Frankly, the owner was tired of renting it, and having people try to break the lease by claiming it was haunted. That's why he just decided to sell it."

"And just in time, too," Doug said. "It's great for what I need now, and there's plenty of room if I start a family! Any ghosts will just have to move out, or learn to share."

"Well, let's head back to my office, and we can get started on the paperwork, you should be able to move in within the week." The real-estate agent waited as Doug went out the door, then she locked it behind him.

In the darkened living room, a form slowly coalesced. "HMMPH!!" snorted the figure. "There's always a rational explanation, yeah, right! Still, he was kind of cute, this might be fun!"

"OK, that's the last of it," said the burly man, as he set down a box.

"You guys were great! No chunks taken out of the walls, no corners dinged on the furniture, I really appreciate the care you've shown with my stuff." Doug smiled as he pressed a decent tip into the mover's hand, and said, "I'll be sure and let people know that your company is the one to use."

Doug watched as the truck drove away, and looked around the house. "Hmm," he said to himself, "I thought I had a lot of stuff when it was all crammed in a tiny apartment, but now that I have a whole house, it still looks kind of empty. I'll need to get a few pieces of furniture for it."

After unpacking a few boxes and putting sheets on the bed, he called to order a pizza, and decided to shower off the grime of moving while he waited for the pie.

As he stripped in the bedroom, he paused to look in the mirror. "I'm gonna need to find a gym one of these days," he muttered, squeezing some flab on his sides. "No one would believe this body was lean and mean back in high school! Oh well, one of the hazards of working with computers, I guess."

Doug thought he heard a faint sound, and spun quickly, but saw nothing. He checked the windows, but the blinds were all drawn, and peering through them, he could tell that no one was close to his house. Shrugging, he went on into the bathroom.

He started the water for a nice hot shower, and as he dropped his boxers and stepped in, he distinctly heard what sounded very much like a giggle. Frowning, he checked all around the bathroom, and looked out the window as well. "Ahh, that woman got me jumpy with all those tales of ghosts!" he said, and laughed. "It was probably just the pipes, or a creaky floorboard."

Doug began to soap himself all over, and decided to sing in the shower like he did when he was a kid, since there were no neighbors on the other side of thin walls to complain. "OOOO SOLE MIO!" he began, the sound echoing off the tiles of the bathtub enclosure.

After several rousing songs, he stepped out and dried himself. He wrapped the towel around his waist and held it with one hand, as he headed into the living room. He stopped short when he heard the TV, and looked around for something to use as a weapon.

Grabbing a golf club, he slowly edged into the room, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Deciding he must have turned the TV on before he started his shower, he leaned the golf club against the wall, then just about went through the roof when a young voice from the kitchen behind him said, "BOO!"

Scrambling to turn and face the intruder, Doug tried to grab for the golf club with his left hand, forgetting that he was using it to hold his towel. As he finished the turn and grabbed the club, he realized his towel had hit the floor, so he quickly bent down to grab it. "Ooo, dinner and a show!" the young girl smirked, staring at his penis.

Blushing bright red, Doug tried to cover his crotch with the towel, and brandished his club at the preadolescent girl sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter. "WHO... who are you, and why are you in my house?" he asked. When he saw what she was eating, he yelled, "IS THAT MY PIZZA?"

"Relax, dude, I just ate a couple of slices, you don't know how long it's been since I've had any pizza!" The girl delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "Besides, if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have any pizza at all, so there! The delivery guy came while you were making all that horrible noise in the shower, so I got enough money out of your wallet to pay for the pizza. I hope you don't mind, I gave him a couple bucks extra for a tip, he got here really fast."

Doug looked the girl over, and saw that she was probably around 11-12, with long reddish-brown hair, and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She was wearing jeans and a purple T-shirt with a glittery heart on it.

Suddenly realizing that he was pointing a golf club at a preteen girl while holding a towel over his crotch, Doug hurriedly set the club down and tried to wrap the towel firmly around his waist. "OK, so you paid for the pizza, thanks. Now, do you mind telling me who you are and what you are doing here? Where are your parents? Are you a runaway or something?"

"Nah, I'm no runaway, I'm Maggie! I'm the girl the real-estate lady told you about. Twenty years ago, I was taking a bubble bath, and my stupid cat jumped on the counter and knocked my curling iron into the tub! ZZAAP, and here I am! My stupid parents thought I killed myself, and I guess that made me get stuck here."

Doug looked at her and laughed. "Right! You're a ghost, like I'm supposed to believe that. I think I'd better call the police!"

Maggie looked at him and grinned. "Do you like Alice in Wonderland? It's one of my favorite books! 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad,' as the Cheshire Cat says."

With that, her body slowly disappeared, until all that was left was her head, and then finally her grin. "WHAT... what's going... on?" asked Doug, as the room began spinning around him.

"I really am a ghost, dummy," he heard her say, as if from a great distance, until finally the darkness claimed him.

Doug wanted to open his eyes, but he felt so relaxed. He heard an odd slurping noise, and felt something warm and wet around his penis. He dreamily wondered if some old girlfriend had come to give him a house-warming present, then recalled that his girlfriends had been few and far apart, and the last one left in a messy breakup.

After a few moments of enjoying the increasingly pleasurable sensations, something started nagging at the back of his mind. "There was... there was a girl in my house," he thought. "She... she said she was..."

His mind blanked from the pleasure, and all he could think about was the soft mouth encircling his cock. He struggled to push through the darkness, and he suddenly recalled a bit more. "She's... she's just a... CHILD!" he thought to himself. Strangely, the thought didn't repulse him as it would have even a day ago, and it made his balls jump as the pleasure rapidly increased.

Struggling to open his eyes, he found himself lying in the archway between the kitchen and the living room, with someone's head bobbing over his dick. Doug groaned a bit, and the young girl looked up and smiled at him, continuing to slide her lips and tongue up and down his shaft.

Seeing her young face smiling at him caused Doug to go over the top, and he grunted as he instinctively pushed his hips up into her face and began to spew his thick semen down her throat. Maggie smiled again, and he could feel her swallowing each of the many loads of jism he kept pumping into her mouth.

"That... That was incredible!" he exclaimed when he was finished. "No, wait, that was... was very wrong! You're just a child!" Something tickled at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite bring it forward yet.

"Sorry," the girl said, grinning to show she wasn't sorry at all. "You enjoyed it though, didn't you? Anyway, I'm not either a child! I was born over thirty years ago, so it's OK!"

"Wait... Did you say thirty years ago?" Suddenly the little thought that had been screaming for attention at the back of his mind came slamming to the forefront, and Doug gasped. "You... you said you're a ghost! I saw you vanish! But that's impossible!"

"Whoa, slow down, don't pass out again," Maggie said, "Unless you want me to wake you up like I did the first time!" She grinned at him and wiped a bit of cum from the corner of her mouth.

Doug scrambled to his feet, and grabbed the towel. "Umm... no, I'm not going to pass out. I need to make sense of all this, though! Ahh, please don't go anywhere, I need to get dressed!" he said, as he backed out of the kitchen and dashed to his bedroom.

When he returned, he found a plate with some pizza on it sitting on the table, along with a glass filled with ice and a soft drink. "The pizza got cold, so I zapped some in the microwave for you," said Maggie, as she brought over a second glass of soda. "Let's sit here and talk, you can eat while I answer your questions."

Doug shrugged, and said, "Fair enough, I am pretty hungry. If you're a ghost, how come I can see you?" He picked up a slice of pizza and bit into it.

"Hmm, I dunno," Maggie shrugged, and continued. "Maybe it's because you're the owner of the house now. My parents moved out really quick after I died, and I didn't know how to make myself visible back then. The people that came afterwards were all renters, and I could never do more than move things when they weren't looking, or I'd make a few noises that they tried to pass off as the pipes or something. After a while, I found I could become visible if no one was home, but that was it."

"It's funny, though," she said. "When I first saw you in the living room, even before you bought the house, something just felt 'right.' Maybe that had something to do with it, too."

"Y'know, when I was a kid about your age, my grandmother told me some far-out tales of stuff she'd seen, like ghosts. I just thought she was making it up. After I became an adult, I figured she had a mild form of dementia, but now I wonder..." Doug scratched his head in thought.

"You think maybe it's inherited?" asked Maggie. "Maybe that's why you felt so 'right' to me. It's not like anybody gave me a manual on being a ghost."

"Anyway, how 'bout the delivery guy?" Doug mumbled around a mouthful of pizza. "How come he could see you?"

"I'm not really sure on that either, maybe it's 'cause you were in the house. All I know, I snuck a peek when you went in the shower, and it seemed like you were able to hear me giggle when I saw your... your cock. After that, I tried to make myself turn visible, and POP, just like that, I was! Then I heard the pizza guy ring the doorbell, and I didn't want you to lose your order, so I figured I'd try to stay visible so I could pay him, and it worked! Maybe it's also 'cause he didn't know I was a ghost, and he was expecting someone to answer the door."

"If you're a ghost, why did you eat my pizza? I didn't think ghosts needed to eat," Doug said. "Does the food fall through you or something if you disappear? If you eat, does that mean, you... umm, have to go to the bathroom?"

"Well, I don't NEED to eat, but it still tastes good!" Maggie said. "The food fades out with me, and I guess it just turns into part of my body, or energy. I don't get hungry, or have to go to the bathroom. Are you a pervert that wants to watch me pee or something? I guess I could try if you really want me to!"

"No! Of course not, I was just curious how you were able to eat!" Doug began a slight blush as Maggie snickered at him. "You say you died in the bathtub, how come you're wearing clothes now?" he asked.

"Wow, you ARE a pervert!" Maggie said with a grin. "Does that mean you want me to strip for you?" She began slowly tugging her shirt up, exposing her belly, while singing, "Ba-dumpa ba-dum dum dum!"

"No, I don't want to see you naked!" Doug said, and then yelped as he felt her bare foot slide along his leg to his crotch, under the table.

"Are you sure about that?" Maggie seemed disappointed. "Don't you find me sexy at all? I'll bet you just think I'm a little kid!" She tugged her shirt down and glowered at him.

"Umm..." Doug could feel his cock stiffening, and hurriedly said, "As wrong as it is for me to say this, I DO think you're very pretty and even a little sexy, but I just want to hear your story right now."

"Really? You think I'm sexy?" Maggie beamed at him, and rubbed his bulging crotch once more with her foot, before continuing her tale.

"Well, like I said, I died in the bathtub, and the first week or so was really yucky. I was dripping wet and naked the whole time, and kind of cold. Finally I got fed up with it, my parents were out of the house, I think at my funeral, and I was able to make myself solid enough to go towel off and dry my hair. I was able to put some clothes on from my room, and the next time I faded out, the clothes went with me. They don't get dirty or anything, though."

"That makes sense, I guess," Doug said. "What have you been doing for the past twenty years?"

"Not much, it got pretty boring! If no one was home during the day, I'd watch TV, or read books that they had." Maggie took a swallow of her soda before continuing. "There was an old lady who lived here for a while, she never went anywhere or did anything fun, and she watched stupid shows on TV, so I found out I could kind of hibernate or something, for weeks or months at a time."

"There was a man who lived with his girlfriend, and they did all sorts of sexy stuff in the bedroom with each other. It really made me horny to watch 'em! That's how I learned to suck your... your cock, by watching the girl! Then the guy did the same thing back to her, he licked her, down there! That looked REALLY fun!"

"Then there was a family with kids my age, and I'd watch whatever movies and TV shows they watched, that was fun for a while. Sometimes I got so bored I'd read their schoolbooks, 'cause I didn't want to be a dumb 11-year-old forever! They stayed for a few years, until the kids graduated high school, and I kept reading all their schoolbooks."

"It went on like that for a while, sometimes I'd hibernate, sometimes I'd hang out watching the people that stayed here, but it was still boring! I'd try to make them see or hear me, but all it did was spook some of them a bit. It was weird, though, when I was trying real hard, dogs would be able to see me somehow, and they'd bark at me a lot, or sometimes whine and go hide."

"That's interesting, I've never seriously followed any paranormal research, but I think I've heard that animals can sense things sometimes." Doug washed the last of his pizza down with some soda, and asked, "Have you ever seen any other ghosts?"

"Nope," Maggie shook her head. "I couldn't ever leave the house. I tried a few times when I hadn't been a ghost that long, I'd get a step or two beyond the front door, and I'd get really dizzy. I wonder, though... it kind of feels like it might be different now."

"Hmm, we might have to experiment with that someday. OK, one last question. You called it 'horrible noise' when I was singing in the shower. Was I really all that bad?" Doug asked, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Nah, I was teasing, you actually sound pretty good! I've heard some ROTTEN shower singers in the past 20 years!" Maggie said, and laughed.

"So, you're really a ghost," Doug said. "I'm still not sure whether to believe it, I saw you vanish before I passed out, but maybe I passed out from not eating or something, and just imagined it!"

"Go on, touch me, I'll prove it! I can change my solidness, too," Maggie said.

Doug cautiously reached out a hand and poked her on the arm, causing her to giggle. He tried again, this time poking her in her torso, and he gasped as he felt his hand slide right into Maggie's chest, the sensation feeling like he'd plunged his hand into a bowl of warm gelatin.

Bemused, he wiggled his fingers about, then yanked them back in surprise as Maggie began to moan. "Oh WOW! That felt really weird, but really good at the same time; you know, down lower!" She looked at him and winked as she asked, "Do you like groping little girls' chests?"

Doug began to splutter, and said, "Wait, I wasn't trying to grope you! You told me to touch... Oh, you got me!" He relaxed a bit as she began to giggle.

"Umm... You can if you want to, though... grope me, that is," Maggie said with a serious look on her face. "I don't mind. I... I peeped on you when you were naked in the shower, and then I sucked on your... cock, without permission, so you can do something to me if you'd like."

"Err, about that," Doug interjected. "An adult isn't supposed to do things like that with a child, I should have made you stop, when you were... umm... doing that to me."

"Technically I AM an adult, not a child, if you go by the year I was born, and anyway, I'm never going to grow any older. Am I just supposed to wait until a cute boy my age comes along and dies in the house, and only do stuff with him? I started rubbing myself a couple of years before I died, some friends at school told me they did the same thing. I've been really horny for a long time, and I WANT you to do stuff to me!" With that, Maggie began rubbing the crotch of his jeans with her foot again. "Anyway, I know all about adults who want to do stuff like that with kids."

"There was this really creepy guy who lived here once, somehow he got a girl to come in, and he started doing stuff to her. She didn't want to do it, but he'd taken pictures and told her he'd show her parents if she didn't do what he said, as if she'd be the one to get in trouble, instead of him. He made her bring other kids and he did the same thing to them, and they were all scared and sad. One time when he was at work, I managed to become solid and stuff, so I... I called the police anonymously, and told them about the guy and the kids, with all their names. I guess the police talked to some of the kids, so they came with a warrant and found all the pictures he had, and they arrested him. I saw on TV he went to jail for a long time."

"You're different, though, you aren't creepy like he was, and I really do want to do things with you. Like I said, I'm legally an adult since I was born over 30 years ago, and it would be silly for you to get arrested for doing stuff to a ghost!"

"Ahh... Maggie, could you stop doing that with your foot? It's getting hard..." Doug broke off as she giggled, and he said sternly, "You know what I mean, it's hard to think with you doing that!"

He put his head in his hands and shut his eyes, as he pondered her words. Finally, he looked up and said, "Well, I guess I have two options. One, sell the house and move far away from here, or..." he held up a finger as Maggie started to protest. "Hang on, let me finish. Or two, stay here and have a sex-crazed preadolescent ghost for a roommate. Frankly, I really like this house and I don't want to move again, so I guess we're stuck with each other."

"Look, I'm not a pervert," he continued. "I've never been attracted to little girls, but I wasn't lying when I said I thought you were a little bit sexy."

"Just a little bit?" Maggie pouted at him, and slowly ran her foot up his leg, stopping just short of his crotch.

Doug jumped at her touch, and said, "OK, more than a little bit. I'll admit, when I first woke up and saw you... well, sucking on my... my cock, it was the most erotic thing I've ever seen. You've still got the innocence of a little girl, but yet you're as old as I am, and from what you've said, you've seen all sorts of sexual acts from the people who lived here before. I'd be... You realize I'd get thrown in jail for even saying this to a real 11-year-old, don't you? I'd be... very happy to do 'stuff' with you, as you call it."

"OH, goody!" Maggie said, as she came around the table. She grabbed him in a bear hug, and planted a soft kiss right on his lips. Doug smiled at her inexperienced efforts, and slid his tongue out to softly probe her lips. She gasped at that, and broke off the kiss to stare at him. "Was... Was that Frenching?" she asked. "It made me start to feel funny, can we do it some more?"

Doug grinned, and said, "Yes, that was French kissing, or almost anyway. I'll stop whenever you don't want me to do anything, all right?" He pulled her to him and gently kissed her again, this time pushing a bit harder with his tongue, until she opened her mouth and let it slide in. Doug felt the slickness of her tongue bump his own a few times, and then hers tentatively slid into his mouth. He sucked on it for a second, and felt her do the same to his tongue.

After half a minute of passionate tongue-kissing, Maggie pulled away and said, "Wow! That was really fun, I'm starting to get butterflies in my stomach. What should we do now?"

"Hmm, you said you saw a man licking his girlfriend's... well, her pussy. Since you gave me an incredible blowjob, I might as well repay the favor, how does that sound?"

"Ooo, just hearing you talk about doing it makes my... my pussy all tingly!" Maggie quickly pulled him to his feet and started dragging him to the bedroom. Chuckling at her eagerness, Doug let her pull him along.

Reaching the bed, Maggie started to yank off her shirt, then reconsidered. "Umm, would you undress me?" she asked. "I think it will make it feel naughtier!"

"If you'd like." Doug gently pulled her shirt over her head, and stared at her chest. Her breasts had just started to grow, they were just tiny mounds of flesh, each topped with a puffy pink areola and nipple. He slowly reached out his hands, and began to squeeze her small breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples, which quickly hardened.

"OOhhh, that feels nice!" Maggie moaned, as his fingers wandered over her chest. She gasped as he bent down to suck her entire left breast into his mouth, his tongue tracing all around the areola, before flicking her BB-sized nipple. "MMM!" she said, as his mouth reluctantly left that breast and went to the right side.

After teasing her breasts for a few minutes, Doug let his hands slide down to her waist, where he started to unbutton her jeans. He slid them down over her hips, and she sat down on the bed so he could slide them the rest of the way off.

He gave each nipple one final lick, then kissed down Maggie's chest to her belly. There he stuck his tongue in her belly-button, and then blew a loud raspberry on her stomach, causing her to giggle loudly. He continued kissing down her side all the way to her foot, then moved to her other foot and kissed her leg up to her crotch, ending with a light kiss directly on her panties over her slit.

"Ohh, wow! This is getting hot!" said Maggie, as Doug rubbed her cunt through the pink panties for a few seconds, then he reached under the sides of her underwear to slide them down. Maggie pushed her butt off the bed so he could pull them off, and Doug felt his heart pound as her puffy vulva came into view.

He leaned over and gave her a kiss at the top of her slit, then tipped her onto her back, and slowly slid her panties down and off her legs. Maggie gazed at him tenderly, with complete trust showing on her face, so Doug walked his fingers up her thighs to stop just below her crotch.

His slight pressure with his fingers caused her to slide her legs apart, and he gazed at the beautiful sight before his eyes. Her pussy had a single small twist of soft hair, but was otherwise bare. Due to the way Maggie was lying, her puckered ass hole was half visible, but Doug focused on her vagina for the moment. With her legs apart, her outer lips were pulled slightly open, and he could see her inner labia as well as just a hint of her hymen. Her clit was visible at the top of her slit, and the whole area was slightly glistening from her arousal.

The enticing smell filled Doug's nostrils, and he leaned in to plant a few kisses directly on her snatch. "Oh... Oh boy!" murmured Maggie, and he reached up his hands to gently pull her labia apart.

His own genitals were painfully throbbing as he gazed at her pink hole, and Doug told Maggie to put her feet up on the bed. That position pulled her lips open further, and he began to tease her with his tongue, tracing lightly all around her vulva and thighs, but avoiding her clit and vagina.

"Don't... don't be mean!" complained Maggie with a catch in her voice, "Please stop teasing me like that!" She tried to push his head closer to her crotch, so Doug gleefully sank in further and began to work on her in earnest.

He swirled his tongue closer and closer, until finally he was lapping directly on her creamy slit. The taste was indescribable, and he felt as if his pants would split open. He traced the outline of each outer lip and then the inner ones, using the very tip of his tongue, and then moved up to tickle her clit for a few seconds. "W-Wow!" Maggie gasped, "D-Do that again!" Doug grinned at her, and repeated the motion.

Moving back down to her vagina, he spread apart both pairs of lips, and began to lick the exposed pink. He brushed against her hymen, and wiggled his tongue from side to side, eagerly slurping up the small stream of juices she was producing.

He slowly pushed a finger into her vaginal opening, and he could feel her hymen stretch a bit as it reluctantly allowed his finger to enter. Maggie began to utter little wordless moans at that, and Doug began to slowly finger her tight pussy as he licked her clit.

"Mmm! Aah!" panted Maggie, "It's... It's m-making me feel s-so GOOD!" Doug kept sliding his finger in and out, but briefly stopped tonguing her button so that he could lick the first finger on his left hand.

"Do you trust me, darling?" he asked, and taking her moans as assent, moved his hand down to her puckered anus.

As he slowly circled her rosebud with his finger, he let a little spit drop onto the area, and started pressing his finger against the opening. "Hey, what are you doi-OOO, WOW!" Maggie moaned as his finger slipped inside her ass hole, and he wiggled the fingers of both hands so that they were rubbing each other through the thin walls of her flesh.

"Do you want me to remove that second finger, or can it stay?" Doug asked, sliding his right-hand finger in and out of her vagina, and the other one in and out of her ass.

"Hah! Oh... it's... it's so d-dirty, but it f-feels so good! P-Please keep d-doing it!" Maggie cried. She began squirming her hips, trying to buck them into his hands as her orgasm neared. Doug grinned at her, and moved back to tease her clit with his tongue, causing her to gasp loudly.

The triple assault soon had the young girl writhing on the bed, and Doug felt her pussy become soaked from the lubrication she was producing. He kept flicking her clit with his tongue, moving down every so often to lap up some of the juices dripping from her vagina as his finger pushed them out.

Sensing she was close, he rapidly pumped his twin digits in and out, as he sucked on her clit as hard as he could. Maggie began to vocalize loudly, and arched her back off the bed as she let out a short scream.

Doug felt a small flood of juices push out around his finger, as her vagina clamped tightly onto the probing digit. He could feel the spasms with his other finger as well, and he stopped moving both fingers as the orgasm ran in waves across her body.

Finally, Maggie flopped back onto the bed, and Doug removed his fingers. "OH WOWIE! I still feel like I'm floating!" Maggie said softly after a bit. "I could get used to that! Even when I rubbed myself, it didn't come close to this!" She reached a finger down to feel, and giggled. "Ooo, I'm completely wet, I really made a mess!"

Doug moved back to her crotch, and lapped up all the creamy juice that he could find, then moved up to give the exhausted girl a kiss. "Mmm, that's kind of tasty," she murmured. "No wonder people like to do that to girls! I think I like the taste of your cum even more, though! When you stuck your finger in my butt, I thought it was dirty, but I really liked it. Before, I couldn't figure out what that guy's girlfriend had let him put his... cock in her butt. Now, I think maybe... maybe I'd like to try it some time."

"We can do whatever you'd like, I never thought I'd say this about an 11-year-old girl, but seeing you have an incredible orgasm just from my fingers and tongue was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Doug yawned, then smiled down at her and said, "I don't know if ghosts need sleep, but moving in, getting scared out of my wits by a cute little girl ghost, and finally getting an amazing blowjob from you has really tired me out. You're welcome to stay in the bed with me if you'd like."

Maggie just grinned at him and patted the bed next to her, so Doug pulled off his clothes, turned off the light, and crawled under the covers to spoon against the naked preteen.

End of Chapter 01