My dearest Christy,

Was it only yesterday? I can still feel your breathe on my neck as you helped fasten my dress. I can still feel the softness of your hand touching my skin. And if I close my eyes, I can still see your radiant, eager eyes burning into mine and your warm infectious smile.

Ever since I first met with your parents after replying to their advertisment, it was your beauty and innocence that attracted me towards you. Did you ever guess or deduce that your mom and dad were downstairs playing with my body as you slept in your room? So many nights, as they ravaged me and we tasted one-another, I had wished you would tip-toe from your room and spy on our games. As your mother ran her soft tongue up my leg from my toes to my warm, moist thigh and above, I had been thinking of you and wishing it was your tongue, your lips.

I remember when I was 11 and how all I wanted was for adults to notice me, give me their time and talk with me as an equal. I was lucky. I had my Aunt and my mother. But recognising your needs, I have enjoyed ever moment of our times together with me teaching you all about make-up and clothes. I remember wheen you first started asking about boys and I got so jealous before I reaslised it was just the natural inquistiveness of your youth.

How many times did I go home and masterbate myself silly just thinking about you and your gorgeous body? For every time I touched your cheek or stroked your leg or playfully smacked your tiny bottom, there will be at least half a dozen explosive orgasms, whether on my own or with you mom. Yet so many times, your mom just had my body: my mind was focused on you.

Do you remember yesterday when I said you looked so kissable with my lipstick on your sweet lips? You didn't say a word. You just leaned forward and smacked your lips against mine. It may only have been a peck, a brief fleeting moment. But for me, it was the moment I fell in love. Me a 24 year old grown woman and you an 11 year old child. But in my eyes you are not a child. You are a beautiful girl, so soft and gentle, so pure and eager to experience life.

I hugged you so tightly after that brief kiss and didn't want to let you go. I wanted to hold you and stroke you and teach you so many things. I hate to think of you learning about life from some fumbling schoolboy in the back seat of a cinema. I can teach you so much about yourself and about love. I can give you pleasure like you never dreamed of. I can show you what love truly is between a girl and a woman. No spotty schoolkid could ever kiss you as I will. No frantic rummaging from the local youths could compare to my gentle caresses of your budding beauty.

I will love you slowly, gently, with sensuality and not lust, with eroticism and not sweat. I will taste you and kiss you and you will never want to kiss another without tasing your own sweet delicacy on their lips. My tongue till not rape your mouth but it will dance with your tongue: a slow dance where the rest of the world seems to dissapear into a fog.

Your mother said we will meet up again next weekend and go into town shopping. Your dad will be away for the day travelling somewhere to watch his football team play away from home. I will come early and bring some special make-up. You can wear that lovely white blouse I bought you last week and I will wear that yellow dress that you like so much. We will hold hands as we walk around the shops and steal what moments we can together.

Your mother still drops hints to me and I am positive she wants to bring her fantasies into reality. I want to go slowly and make 100% sure this is what you want. I want you to experience true love and desire and not reluctance or abuse. I just want you to be as happy as you have made me feel and I cannot sleep without touching myself once more and remembering......

As I said goodbye yesterday, you kisses me again. This time my hand reached up to gently caress your cheeks and I felt the unmistakable warmth of you hand reach for my breast. Did you feel the electricty as I did? Did you feeel my nipples harden to your brief touch? I did and I'm sure you must have. My nipples are still hard at the memory. I know it was no accident - your eyes told me that. Eyes do not lie. They speak to one-another and I know today they spoke the same language: I want you and I can't wait to see you again.

Until then, my darling Christy. Sleep softly and join me in my dreams tonight.

I am your,

Serena