She sat on the couch with a book in her lap. She wore very unflattering glasses, the kind one might see on an old grandmother but not a fourteen year old girl. She had straight, cropped dirty-blonde hair and green eyes looking over the glasses, and her skin was lightly tanned. She was short in the body, long in the legs, and she had those legs propped up on the coffee table, her ankles crossed and one bare foot tapping an unseen rhythm behind the other.

She was not actually reading the book. Her eyes looked down at it, and then looked up over her glasses, to her left and down to the floor. Sweat rolled down her brow. She licked her lips and tried to read, then looked back down again.

The little girl was seven years old. She was wearing a short yellow nightgown and was on her belly, facing away from the girl on the couch. The little girl was playing with a doll and was up on her elbows in front. In back, her legs were spread just slightly, bent at the knee, and her feet were up and kicking. The short nightgown had come up in the back, exposing the floral-printed white panties over her rear end. Her legs, her thighs, they were short but very tanned and curvaceous.

The little girl's legs and feet kept moving about and the teenager's eyes moved about with them. Her eyes also watched the cotton tightly hug the girl's buttocks. She was not breathing as she looked sometimes, and then when she looked away and shook her head, she breathed. This quiet cycle was finally broken by the little girl. She turned, climbing to her feet, looking at the clock.

"Can we read a book, Susie?" she asked with a smile. "Please..."

"I suppose so," Susie said. "Go get a book, Melissa, but you're reading, just like last time. I'm only here to help."

Melissa took her doll and ran upstairs. It did not take long before she reappeared with her choice of book. She was a good reader and the book reflected above a second grade level, but there was still the occasional rough patch or word with which the bright little brunette needed help. Susie took her feet down off the coffee table and allowed Melissa to snuggle up next to her, as hot as it was. She leaned down and smelled Melissa's hair as the little girl began reading. She pressed her nose to the top of Melissa's head, kissed it softly, and the girl smiled up at her.

"That's sweet. Can I sit on your lap?"

Susie hesitated and then leaned back, allowing the girl to climb up onto her lap. It was very hot and the girl was very solid, heavier than expected, but Susie did not wince or complain. As she listened to her reading, she smelled Melissa's hair and stroked her arms, and then caressed the little girl's knees and then her thighs. She drew closer to her body with every touch. Susie closed her eyes, holding her breath.

Melissa was yawning, becoming sleepy, unable to read. She closed her book and tossed it aside. She moved from her position, forcing Susie's hands from her thighs, and she turned around, hugging Susie very tight. Her knee awkwardly drove itself between the teenager's thighs and Susie reacted by pressing against it. She held Melissa close. She caressed her backside up and down very quickly as the little girl yawned and pulled away.

"Good night, Susie. I'll see you next time."

"I can't wait," Susie said. "I lo..." She started to say the word, but let it go, let Melissa go.

The little girl trotted upstairs and disappeared. Susie sat for a moment, her eyes closed. She tugged at her own blouse and held it to her nose. She breathed in and shook her head. She put her feet back up on the coffee table and picked up her book and tried to read. After a moment, she threw it back down. She took off her glasses and tossed them aside.

Undoing the button of her blue jean shorts, she yanked the zipper down and stuffed her hand down the front of the plain white panties inside. She worked her hand down there furiously, beginning to tense her legs and wiggle her toes as she closed her eyes and moved forward on the couch. She breathed hard and fast and she sweat like crazy. It did not take long for her to orgasm. A crease erupted in her brow and she whimpered, biting her lip as her lower body shook from thighs to toes, her thighs seizing her imprisoned hand.

It was after she had done up her shorts that she climbed the stairs and looked in on Melissa. The little girl was sleeping peacefully. Susie walked to the bathroom, ran water in the sink, splashed water in her face, ran some through her hair, and stood looking at herself. She shut off the water and dried off with the hand towel. She pressed the towel to her face and kept it there.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked softly, her voice cracking as she pulled away the towel and looked back into the mirror. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Nobody answered her question.