Who knew 20 million dollars in the bank would take second place when it comes to your dreams coming true? It had been less than a week since my big lottery win had flooded my account and I was still in a state of stunned disbelief. I'd always dreamed of walking through a mall being able to buy whatever struck my fancy and now that I could, I had no idea where to begin. Furniture,, electronics? I'd gotten a new apartment and supposed I should get started decorating the place. As I was thinking it over I almost bumped into a young girl. We stepped in the same direction once, then again. We finally went our separate ways and I quipped; "Thanks for the dance."

The girl giggled. A high, sweet sound. We looked back at each other, our eyes met and we both held the gaze in recognition.

"Ingrid?"

"Mark?"

"Yeah. It's so nice to see you."

"You too, Mark."

I don't know what prompted me, instinct maybe, but I held my arms out to her. With no hesitation she came into them like three years ago was just yesterday.

"Hi honey, what are you doing here by yourself?"

"Mom has a visitor. She asked me to go out and come back later."

I guess it wasn't my business, but that made me a little angry. An 11 year old girl should not be by herself like this in a mall, so her mother could screw around.

Visitor meant a new lover, because if anything her Mom was kind of a slut. I'd been in a relationship with her for a year myself, before she had gotten restless and moved on. We'd parted on friendly terms, but we hadn't seen each other in 3 years. Ingrid and I had gotten close and the last time I saw her, she had been a 8 year old girl in tears.

"Wanna hang out with me for a while?" I offered, wanting her to have an adult around.

"Sure, that would be great," she beamed up at me. I had missed that smile, it lit up her already pretty face so much.

"What were you up to before you walked into me?" she asked me.

I told her about my recent winfall. That made the white around her big black eyes widen considerably.

"20 million bucks?"

"Yup. Want me to buy you a cracker?"

She laughed.

"Half a gum?"

"You still say the lamest jokes," she giggled, nudging me in the side.

"Listen, sweetie, I'm hungry, wanna join me for something to eat?"

"Sure. I am pretty hungry too."

She took me by the hand as easily as she had hugged me. It was so soft in my hand. We found a real expensive restaurant and the total price was more than I had spent in a whole weekend in the past. The setting was beautiful, the food delicious, it was something I could definitely get used to. We digested the food slowly, talking about old times. She was such pleasant company, mature and easy to talk to. Her infectious giggle reminded me of her sitting on my lap as a little girl, me tickling her sides.

We spent an hour after the meal, spending a lot of money. I bought a brand new entertainment system, with a 70 inch TV and a large surround system. They were gonna deliver it the next day.

I drove her home after that.

I was sad to see her go, I just wanted to take her home with me and make her the most spoiled little girl in the world. She was the only child I'd ever gotten close to. Pedophilia can be a bitch. I'm more than capable of a relationship with women, but no matter how many I'm with, those desires never go away. Maybe I could follow her inside. With my money, her mom would probably take me back. Was it worth it to have Ingrid in my life? Now that I had seen her again, my desire for her was strong. She'd been too young to my tastes 3 years ago, but she wasn't now, it would definitely be something to think about.

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3 weeks of work later my new place was finished. It's a top floor penthouse, in a very expensive building downtown. I had driven by Ingrid's place many times, in my brand new car, a red Viper, a car I'd always wanted. Life was fun, being so rich, but my thoughts kept drifting to that little girl.

Then she spotted me driving by. It was out of sight of her place and I pulled up next to her.

"Hey, sweetie. What are you up to?"

"Mom told me to go out for a few hours. She has her new boyfriend over and they wanted to be alone. Probably gonna fuck."

Wow. I guess she was being ironic with her 'visitor' comment last time.

"You shouldn't use that word, honey. If I remember correctly I've taught you that before."

"Sorry," she said. "I usually don't, but I just don't like the guy very much."

She asked me for a ride and I decided to take her with me for a spin, she obviously wouldn't be missed at home. Ingrid wore jean shorts with pink tights underneath; it wasn't quite summer yet. Still, it was tights, showing her as a long legged girl and her thighs is their best feature. They're perfect. Nicely rounded, pushing slightly together when she walked. Her calves are great too, strong and athletic. I like some size in girls, not chubby, not skinny, somewhere in the middle. The bigger the they can be, while still being thin, the better, not an ounce of fat on this child. How I wanted to reach down and touch those thighs, take the tights off and feel the skin. I'd done it before, but I'd enjoy it much more now.

"How's the apartment going, did you get the entertainment system connected and stuff?" she asked me, drawing me out of my reverie.

"Wanna come and see the place for yourself?"

Damn, was I just that bold?

"That would be cool," she simply said.

So to my place we went. It was tiring though; she wanted to take the stairs up to the 20th floor. Explains her athletic legs I guess. I quickly got over my desire to go for the elevator though, because walking behind a girl up the stairs is one of life's little bonuses. The jean shorts were somewhat tightfitting, but not enough to show off the butt inside to full effect, but you could see a hint of the buttocks moving around. I still don't know exactly how round or bubbly it is. Inside, I collapsed on my couch, which made her release that amazing, musical giggle of hers.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad she said," looking down on my pitiful self.

Mmmhh. I wanted to pull her down on top of me. Instead, I soon staggered to my feet and showed her the apartment. A lady had decorated for me and she had good taste. The walls were white, with light blue drapes on the window. The windows were panoramic, covering an entire wall, with a breathtaking view.

I showed her my room. It had a king sized bed I wanted to push her down on, to munch at her pussy until she screamed in pleasure. I picked her up.

"Remember this?" I lifted her higher and threw her down with a flip. She laughed out loud, I had done this to her so many times in the past. She asked for one more, she evidently didn't feel too old. She didn't have that annoying 11 year old trait, were kids are too anxious to leave childish things behind for good.

Suddenly, she jumped, relaxed, fell back on her back, laughed. She'd just noticed the mirrors above the bed.

"I so want a bed like this, Mark."

I took her delicate hand. She entwined her long fingers in mine and I showed her the rest of the apartment. There was a library where I had my computer equipment, the kitchen, a huge bathroom, a separate room for the toilet and my favorite, a private movie theater. There was a projector on one wall and a huge canvas on the wall across. It could be used for TV and videogames.

The more I showed her of the place, the more she went; "wow, wow, wow." I couldn't keep my hands off her, rubbing her back and shoulders affectionately. Sometimes, I simply rested my hands over her shoulders, hands crossed on her chest. Ingrid didn't mind, even leaned back against me in the window as we once again watched the view. There was one more bedroom, but it was empty, I didn't quite know what to do with it.

Good things come to an end though, and Ingrid went home. We went down to the Viper and I drove her most of the way home. She was in a great mood after seeing my place. I watched her run home, ponytail in various shades of brown bouncing as she gained speed.

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I saw her again a week later as she showed up at my apartment. She'd taken the bus, wanting to surprise me while her mom and her beau was out for a dinner and a movie. She hugged me in greeting. I didn't break it, but left that up to her; she clung to me for a few minutes, legs wrapped around my waist. I enjoyed the feel and scent of her while it lasted, I never wanted to let go. We had a great two hours this time. Somewhat tomboyish, she was into videogames and horror movies. Ingrid's a hugger; when I won and jumped up and down in victory, she hugged me and congratulated me. She's the one who won most though. It was a wonderful time, with laughs and fun all around. There was a big veranda on one side of the apartment and we sat there as the sun started to go down, downing cool aid in the dwindling sun.

Nearly 2 months passed and we met up at least once a week. Ingrid grew a little taller, rarely sat by herself, turned 12. Her mom had plans for her birthday but she celebrated it with me 3 days later. The cake was the biggest one I could find and for a gift I showed her my empty room. It was turned into a young girl's room, including a closet with skirts, tops, tunics, tights, stuff to wear when we were together. I'd never seen a face so filled with delight. She jumped in my arms. I'd gone way overboard, I knew that. I knew this couldn't last forever and it was probably selfish of me since she couldn't keep the stuff, but I couldn't resist. I was thinking of reintroducing myself to her mother, but kept putting it off. It was frustrating, not being with Ingrid as much as I wanted, but too much would make even her mom suspicious, no matter how much free time she gave her.

"Mark, can I have a fashion show for you?" she suggested.

How could I say no to that? I went into the living room and she came in one outfit after another. My legs were crossed to hide the third. She posed and twirled and jumped up and down with girly delight. I got a few delightful glimpses of panties I fantasized was on purpose.

The tights I had bought clung to her ass like a second skin. It wasn't the bubblebutt that I had hoped for, but what it lacked in roundness it made up for in shape. The small buttocks were shaped perfectly, extending from her thighs and her back in a gently, matching curve. They looked so soft inside the thin cloth. Yet firm too, her athletic background was evident. Back in her original clothing she stood in front of me smiling, a little breathless. My cock had finally subsided and my legs were apart when she fell down between them.

"Thank you so much, Mark, this has been awesome," she said, hugging me around the neck.

"It was my pleasure, cutie. I hope you won't miss it too much when you're not here." I ran my hand up her sleek back.

"No, that's OK. I just wish I could be here more."

"Me too, baby, me too." I let my hand slide down to cup her little butt. If she noticed she made no mention of it. We stayed there hugging, my other hand on her neck under her shoulder length hair, massaging her neck.

"Mark?"

"Hm?"

"I love you, you're the best guy my mother ever had, it was the best year ever. I think about you sometimes. I've really missed you."

"I love you too, sweetie. I've really missed those days too." I let a hand slip under her top, her skin nice and warm. I was still rubbing her ass, more eagerly now. We cuddled for a long time, Ingrid making no objections to my touching and fondling.

She kissed my cheek. Once. A second time.

I started to wriggle, thinking we might be going too far, I really was happy just cuddling. When I sat up straighter, she straddled my lap instead. She did not want this to end either. I grabbed her legs, pulling her waist tighter. We were molded together and all my rational thoughts evaporated. I kissed the side of her neck, feeling her pulse under my lips. Ingrid rubbed against my waist, her butt pressed hard into my crotch. I grabbed her face, her sweet, sweet face, so innocent, so trusting.

"I know I'm just a little girl," she said. "But can you kiss me on the mouth? You don't have to, but I'd really...like it."

I kissed her. Gently. It was the sweetest kiss, unlike any I'd ever experienced. It was such a dream come true. I looked her in her eyes, her breath against my lips.

"I love you, Ingrid. More than I've ever loved anyone. That's because..."

I knew this was dangerous territory, but I owed this child honesty. I kissed her again, more forcefully, lowering her down on her back.

"... I kissed you like you asked because...I like young girls... in that way. You know what I mean?"

She nodded. "I thought so. No adult has never let me...been snuggly like you. And the way you look at me...I just wasn't sure...because such men are supposed to be so bad...but you're so kind..."

"Not only bad men have such feelings, honey. I would never force a child into doing anything. No matter how much I love you, and God do I ever love you, I'd rather never as much as hug you, if it meant hurting you. If you want, we can pull apart and never kiss again."

"I want to kiss more. I've wanted to for weeks. I'd never been kissed before and you're so wonderful, I wanted the first to be you. It was nice, you saying you love me felt so good inside. Kiss me more, please."

I lifted Ingrid up, kissing her face everywhere. I took her to the girl's room, putting her down on the unused bed, rolled her on top of me. I opened my legs and she got between them, kissing me. I grabbed her ass, groping with both hands, squeezing the perfect globes. They fit in my hands perfectly. I could feel her tremble slightly, probably first time nerves. I wrapped my arms around her waist, talking in her ear.

"Relax, you're in charge here, sweetie. Trust me."

I felt her tension leave her. I rolled her back under me, cradling her waist.

"God, you are pretty, baby. All of you."

I slipped my hand under her top, letting someone grope her breasts for the first time. Not that there was much to touch. I made a circle with my point finger and thumb, holding the other fingers up? Her tiny boobs fit in my circle perfectly. She shuddered when I ran my thumb over her tiny nipples, first one, then the other.

"Can I take a look at you?" I asked her.

Ingrid nodded, a soft smile playing across her lips. Her top had buttons in the front and I took it slow. Did she look impatient there for a second?

Finally I bared her. What I exposed took my breath away, the most perfect breasts you could imagine. Barely there yet, but the shape sure was, perky and firm. Women, eat your heart out. Topless, she was everything I'd imagined and more.

"Lovely," I whispered. "All of you, just lovely."

I sucked one breast into my mouth and Ingrid cried out. I went at them both in earnest, licking and sucking.

"Mark, oh, Mark."

I kissed her mouth, then told her to open her lips. When she did, I entered her warm mouth where she met my tongue with hers. I tweaked her nipples, squeezing, gently twisting as we made out.

"Would you let me undress you? I wanna see all of you. Confirm what I known in my heart; you have the most beautiful little girl body ever. Please?" I asked her eventually.

I knew I was pushing, but I would take no for an answer. She did look ambivalent about it, thinking it over.

"I won't do anything. I just wanna see," I assured her. Anything else would be up to her.

Ingrid finally nodded.

I took her by the hand and led her over to a full length mirror in one of the closets. I wanted to see her back and front as I exposed her luscious beauty. Standing behind her, I tossed aside her yellow top. I kissed her neck while rubbing her toned belly, my knuckles sliding across her smooth skin. Totally topless, she was all I had imagined. No tan like her legs had started to develop, her skin a pale, creamy white, erect nipples even pinker when I first saw them. Her tan gradually started again on her neck and arms. Her waist was narrow, ending in the faint beginnings of a V.

I ran my hand in circles across her long, sleek back. She's small between the shoulderblades, the shoulders almost delicate, begging to be rubbed.

"You are so lovely, Ingrid. Sexy, as a matter of fact."

She blushed at the praise. She wore pink jeans, which I unzipped, glimpsing yellow panties. I bent down, yanked the pants down around her ankles. She stepped her very small feet out of them, only panties and socks left. Her legs were everything her tights had promised. The panties sat loosely on her butt, her crack poking a wee bit out of the top. I pressed my face to her ass, drawing a deep breath. She turned around, looked down at me, giggled.

"I can't believe you did that."

I laughed too.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. By the way, anyone ever tell you that you always smell good? And that includes your butt."

She blushed again.

I turned her around again, put a hand on the top of the front of her thighs. I sought out her little slit, poking it, eliciting a groan

"Like that?" I asked, starting to stroke her cunt through the fabric. More groans. So far she'd gone with anything I tried, so I kept trying to see what I could get away with. I pulled her panties on tighter, wanting to watch that ass, as I pushed her ahead of me. I soaked up the smell and sight of her as I asked her to come with me. I led her to the leather couch in the library. We sat close, face to face, like when we first kissed.

"Ready for more, sweetie? You'll like it, trust me. You do trust me?"

"Yes, Mark."

"How do you feel?"

"Exited I think. There's this tingle...between my legs. Is that normal? Aren't you supposed to touch there first?"

"Already have, remember?"

"Oh, right."

"That feeling just means you're horny, sweetie" I said, rubbing her chest and back. God, that skin is smooth.

"You don't know how hot you are, do you?" I told her.

"I can't be as beautiful and perfect as you say."

"Oh yes you are. I've seen many hot girls and they don't get any more stunning than you."

She's so cute when she blushes. I pushed her down on her back, putting her legs loose around my waist. After some kissing, I put one leg up on my shoulder, leaving her legs wide open. A cameltoe was in full effect. My hand went higher on the smoothest thigh I have ever touched.

"Want me to take your panties off? I've never wanted to see anything as much as I wanna see you down there."

"What are you gonna do to it?"

"Things you're gonna want me to do every day."

"OK, you can take it off if you want," she said, her curiosity winning.

Her breath went faster as I touched her cameltoe, the lust on her innocent face evident.

"Oh, yes. Oh, touch me," she said suddenly.

I pulled the front of her panties down, caught my breath. Her slit was parted rather than close together.

"Oh, sweetie, you're even lovelier than I thought."

She looked very pleased with what I told her. Quickly, while I was on a roll, I enquired about exploring her down there even further. By now I had her hooked and she sounded as exited about this as I was. She didn't answer, just nodded.

I spread her outer labia, rubbing her clitoral hood, coaxing forth the love button. So tiny, so delicious. When I rubbed it, she swore.

"Shit"

"Feels good, don't it?"

I ran a finger up and down her sex while using another on her nub.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God."

Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, gasping.

I played with her for quite a while, letting her get used to being fondled in such a private place.

"Would you mind f I got naked too," I asked her. "We can hold each other, skin on skin can feel real nice." Maybe if she saw my dick she might wanna try and touch it.

Once again, things went my way, Ingrid nodding.

I lifted my ass, pulling down my shorts and boxers, letting Ingrid see my modest 7 inches. She stared from my pubic hair to the top of the head. I took her in my arms as promised and it was everything I could have wished for. Looking at her smoothness could not compare to feeling it against my own skin, hers seemed to make my own heat up. We held each other for a while, my erection poking her from beginning to end.

"Your thing is very hard," she suddenly told me.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, it can be hard for a man to prevent it, especially around a beauty like you."

I didn't prod her any farther, just let her keep feeling my hardon. She hugged me tight, enjoying the flesh on flesh as much as I did.

After a while, I got on my knees, leaning over her. Finally she looked nervous, uncertain.

"You want me to touch it, huh, Mark."

"Well, if you do, I can feel as good as you did earlier," I said, hoping she'd be just as eager to please me back, but I still felt the need to add; "We can stop right now if you want?"

"That's OK, I wanna try it."

So she did, closed her little hand around it. Her thumb and middle finger overlapped around me. It's not that big but based on her eyes it must have looked rather large to her.

"See. That wasn't so hard was it?"

She smiled, looking so very vulnerable. I looked lower, to her defenseless pussy.

"Oh, honey, you're so very lovely." More blushing.

"It's true. Never doubt how stunning you are."

I took her clit between two fingers. Rubbing, rubbing.

"What's it like baby? Being touched here?"

"It's new to me, Mark, and it's amazing. Why haven't anyone taught me this? This is so much more fun than peeing."

I had to suppress a laugh.

"Then you are gonna love this."

Bending forward, I licked her slit and clit. Ingrid's back arched, pussy crushing my face.

"Mark!" she said, drawing out the vowel.

My hands reached for her nipples, rubbing them as I licked her further. Before she could come I rose higher, to lick the nipples. Without any nudging from me she grabbed my cock again, guiding her hand up and down the shaft. A fast learner. We both moaned in unison.

"Oh, man. That's amazing. I love your little hands. Good girl."

I gave her full focus, pulling my tongue from the bottom of her cunt all the way up to her nipples, leaving a trail of spit. I put both legs over my shoulders, diving down to her pussy. I covered it with my mouth and sucked hard. Ingrid cried out passionately as I took a good five minute slow licking of her clit.

"Lick my p...lick my p..." It was so adorable how she couldn't bring herself to use the word pussy.

I didn't give up until she climaxed for the first time. Violently. She screamed, her thighs wrapping my head tight. I enjoyed my velvet skin prison as she shoved her 12 year old cunt in my face.

Her legs fell and I looked up.

"What was that???" she said, totally out of breath.

"It's an orgasm," I answered, tasting her small amount of secretions on my tongue. Honeypot indeed! "How has it made you feel?"

She thought about it. "Relaxed, very, very relaxed."

I explained how orgasm was a great reliever of tension. "This being brand new for you makes it a little intimidating, and tense, and the orgasm took all that tension away. And of course, it's very pleasurable."

"Can I have another?" she asked.

"You can indeed."

I sat up, made her stand between my naked thighs. We kissed.

"I'm so glad we did this, Mark. I had no idea."

"Sex is wonderful, I'm glad I was your first. You have no regrets?"

She shook her head, hugged me more. I lifted her next to me. My hand went to her thigh, my face in her hair. Awesome shampoo. I placed her hand on my dick.

"Would you try touching me some more first," I asked her."

She rolled over on her hip and went to work on me as I cradled her butt cheeks. They were so soft, yet firm. Her hand jerked me softly.

"Squeeze a little harder, sweetie. And go faster. That's nice, baby. Oh, don't stop." I groaned.

We kissed and to her credit she never stopped masturbating me. Her tongue pressed against my teeth, really warming up to this, small purrs in her throat. I pulled her onto my lap so her legs dangled on the outside of mine. Thighs spread, my cock pointed up between them.

"You are so hot. So incredibly hot, Ingrid."

I sank a little lower in the couch. She reached between her legs, grabbing the head of my dick were it stuck up between them. Her hand slipped over my piss slit. She was getting good at this and I told her so.

"Does this feel good?" I asked, leading my finger down to her hole.

"M-hm."

"What do you think of my penis? What's it like touching a penis at all?" I asked, tweaking her nipple with my other hand.

"Well, touching one feels nice. Maybe because it's yours, I don't know. Your skin is nice. It's amazing how hard your thing is." Still with the 'my thing'? I liked the sound of it. The innocense of it.

We masturbated each other in the same pace, grunting and moaning. I thrusted in her hand, panting hard.

"Don't stop, Ingrid. Don't stop. Oh, yes, jerk me off. I'm coming."

If she was confused, she listened.

My whole body went tight, my first orgasm with someone else for the first time in a year erupting. My juices flew through my cock, then exploded. It shot and shot, soaking her crotch, her belly and her thighs.

"Oh, yes, oh, man, mmmmmmhhhhhfuuuck."

I apologized for my language, embarrassed not to have controlled myself. Ingrid told me that was OK, she was just glad to have made me so happy. She assumed that was an orgasm for me and I told her she was right.

"Thanks, Ingrid, I love you for that. It was awesome. Not that I wouldn't love you anyway." One leg on the floor, one tossed across one of mine, she was now half lying in my arms. I guess she was really starting to enjoy kissing because she went right back to it. I reached for her ass, groping for her cunt from that direction. Between her spread buttocks my hand slid past her sphincter, down to the bottom of her cooze. I stuck a finger in her fuckhole until it brushed her hymen. I fingered her in and out.

"Make me... uhm...come again. Is that right, come?"

"That's right," I told her.

I picked her up, ran to my bedroom with her nude body in my arms. I threw her down, flipped her on her back, stuck a finger in her snatch, licked her clit and I did not fucking give up until she had come at least twice more. She trashed, she hollered, she begged, she ejaculated as much as a 12 year old could manage

My tongue was numb. I rolled her on top of me and looked up at the mirror over my bed. Ingrid collapsed on top of me. Her naked, round rear end looked so cute between my outstretched legs. I grabbed them, relishing the sight of my hands on them. Such an erotic image. Society be damned, we looked so right together.

"Do you regret this Ingrid? You didn't feel pressured did you?"

"No. I had a lot of fun. And you made me feel so safe. With anyone else I probably would have been scared to death. Thanks Mark, for making me feel so special the whole time. I can't wait until we do this again. And don't you worry, I'd never tell anyone, promise."

I could have stayed there with her forever, but it was nearly 8, she had to go.

In the car I reached out and held her hand. We stopped two streets from her house. She stepped out, thanking me for the gifts, the cake and the sex. The last in a whisper.

"Happy birthday, gorgeous," I said as she stepped out, her golden skin reflected in the rays of the summer sun. She smiled her dazzling white teeth at me, and vanished.