Growing up in a fairly small town, bordom is always present, and there is an almost desperate search for excitement and memorable events. My case? I just stayed bored!

Like many guys, I joined the Army, because I had no idea about what I wanted to do, but also because I wanted out of the sleepy comunity. Never wanting to shovel horse shit again or be forced to ride these stupid animals, just to keep them in shape.

Army life was ok after you got used to the routines. Thats what it really is all about, blindly following orders and routines. After 4 years, it was a time that there was little need for men, as such, re-up bonuses were pathetic. So ended that phase of life.

Now at age 22, feeling like a fish out of water, with a very small savings, I set out to look for work. A city may provide a bit more choice, so Minneapolis was my first choice to give a go. I rented a very small place, 1 bathroom and one room, with a small kitchenette and a small living area. It may have been possible to wash dishes and empty your colon at the same time, proving you had an extra elbow.

My unit faced the street and did provide a view of a small park. It once had an elementary school, but budget problems in the school district shut it down, and later was torn down and a park was created on this city block. Other than a few trees and lush grass, a small pool of shallow depth and playground equipement filled 1/3 of the space and the other 2/3 had small ball diamond and a half court basketball area.

I found a part time job doing lawn care that provided ok, and kept me outdoors at least. 24 - 30 hours per week, but being new, my job would end with the first snow. Older workers would do snow removal in winter but 1rst and 2nd year guys got let go til spring returned. It was a week until summer break for students, and the park was a quiet place to relax til school let out.

With no yard to speak of, I spent time in the park, watching games and even playing pick up ball once in awhile. My main interest though, I'm ashamed to say, was I got some very nice views of small panty clad pussy's that actually had me hard enough to pound nails with my dick. I had never noticed or been aware of young girls before, at least not in a way that had me jerking off.

The want and desire was there, but also the healthy fear of actually trying to make a move on one of the little ones. It would only consist of googles, and shifting a very hard cock as my erection grew. And then a trip home to jerk like a mad man. The age that got to me more than anything was age 8 to 10. I even got a look under an angels skirt that was not wearing panties. That view had me jerking every day...

It was July now and a very dry summer at that, our hours had been cut back and we had only 3 days of work each week. Tues/Wed/Thur, but a full 8 hours though, so it was enough to keep my rent paid. I decided to take a trip to my old home town as it was only 50 minutes away, and see who was still around. So I called a cousin and was offered a bed for a couple days, and some good home cooking. Thursday after work and a quick shower, I took off, and was greeted like prince at my cousins place, about an hour later.

It really was great to see them. We ate, drank beers, exchanged stories and sat outside at night, with a small fire in the fire ring. I made some rounds and chatted with folks, and finally ran into my best female friend of many years. I never realized how much I missed her til that day. As usual, she was going theough a break up again, that was a very frequent happening all of her life it seemed, but she was still the beautiful friend that had kept me on the phone for hours on end, back in the day.

She had a daughter that I never knew about age 4, and was granted custody of her niece also. Her sister had always been model pretty, but very stupid as well. Drugs had landed her in jail a couple times, but the last time, it got her sent to Fed prison because not only drugs were involved, but a murder as well. She got 22 years... She could have been a model with little effort, but she always loved the real bad boy's, and made poor judgement in every way possible. Becky was 8 years old. It sure sounded like her life was full.

The following day, I envited my friend Sherry and the girls for a BBQ At my cousins request, so at 2 in the afternoon, Sherry showed up, with girls in tow. The 4 year old Kim, was outgoing and just a flurry of activity. My cousins kids took to her right off. Giggle and screams of delight filled the yard, as the kids scrambled about. Kim was the image of her mother, cute and tan. Her brown hair flying all over, so in looks she was her mom, but in personality? A major Tomboy.

Becky on the other hand, was a bit of a puzzle. She smiled only slightly, and stayed seated on the ground next to Sherry. Maybe just a bit shy, or maybe something else. Her situation would surely contribute to some discomfort and esteem issues.

Going to get a fresh 18 pack of beer, Sherry, had Becky watch her phone for a minute so she could help with the beer and use the bathroom. I told Sherry that her daughter was really a giggle box and had a very strong sense of self. That it proved her to be a better than good mom. I also told her how drop dead beautiful Becky was, but was sad to see her feeling so out of place or maybe imprisoned by her own situation. sherry laughed at my comments, she said just like you always did for me, you know and understand her in record time, she kissed my cheek, and said that my fix it personality was always her way out of bad times.

A quick pee on her part, I grabbed the beer and we went back to the group and screaming kids. I scooted my chair a bit closer to Sherry, and even closer to Becky. I started up a small chat with the little beauty. One word answers were about all I got from her, but the ice was at least broken, and I had gotten a good chance to admire openly, her absolute beauty.

It was an off the cuff comment that really hit her hard, and helped her to see that an adult could understand her if they gave a slight interest. I simply mentioned that it must be very hard to deal with phony people, who only oggle at your beauty. That it must actually hurt that the interest is based on a shallow observation.nlike a light switch had been flipped, she became at least a little more involved in conversation.

My cousin and I fired up the grill, but we were at a small loss as to what to do next. 3 more adults and 2 added kids joined us. Actually 3 kids, but the oldest kid looked to be almost 17, so none the less, he for certain, had an adult appitite. I told Jim that I could just run down over the bridge and pick up some half pre-cooked ribs already deep in sauce. I told Sherry I would be back shortly and was making a quick rib run for the added company. Sherry's mouth nearly hit her lap as Becky asked to come along. Then she just smirked, shook her head and siad "that was quick" and gave Becky the ok.

On the way to the car, Becky asked what kind of work I did, because nobody ever understood her before. When I told her lawn care, she looked puzzled. She said she though I was a counsellor or something. I just kinda laughed it off. But told her that if a person looked deep at someone, and used what they say and body language, you could usually understand, to some small degree, what a few things are that may have an affect on their personality. So I told her that in her case, her beauty was so extream, that it would definately be a huge factor. Because her kind of beauty was very very uncommon. So I simply see, that here is this beauty, that seems shy and reluctant, so what part of beauty would cause this as a negative? So? I said... Thats all it was, an observation.

Starting the car and buckling in, we headed out to the meat shop. When I looked at Becky, she was actually smiling. I asked her why all the smiles? But added that a surely enjoyed it, but I was currious. Was it just because I kinda hit the spot for you? Now she laughed at me. She said Christ! You are amazing... Little shit made me blush.

We made it back quickly, and she even held my hand. This little girl of 8 was something else. Smart and now very much alive. As we got to the back yard, again Sherry's mouth dropped, as she noticed Becky holding my hand, and actually had a sweet smile on her face. Becky even wandered off to play a bit with the other kids.

Sherry leaned in and said, what the hell happened? she never holds hands, and has only let out a small smile on a few occasions. What did you do, fuck her? Then she laughed, punched me in the arm and said, same guy I have always known...

People started to leave about 9 pm, most had to work on Monday. Sherry, Kim and Becky helped clean up a bit, and were the last to leave. Both girls now, were holding my hands as we walked out to Sherry's car. Sherry shook her head, looking at the girls. At the car Kim motioned me down for a secret, then kissed me square on the lips, a little girl kiss, short and sweet. Then Becky said thank you and gave me another. While giving a goodbye hug, Sherry said... Fucking Amazing! We exchanged phone numbers, the girls waved away, and the car drove off. Becky...(sigh)

Jim went to work at about 7:30, and his wife Beth and I had coffee and chatted. She enjoyed the BBQ, and was thrilled to meet Sherry. My mother had always talked about Sherry like she was a daughter, but Beth had never met her. She even mentioned the fact that Becky was about the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. No arguement from me. I headed back home by 10am... Becky... (sigh)

The midweek went by fast, it always did when I had something to do with my time. I actually liked being able to be outside, shorts and tank top or even shirtless was permitted. I managed a killer tan at least.

Late Thursday night around 10pm, my phone rang... Crying was all I heard at first. I was about to hang up, when Sherry's shaky voice came through the sobs. She would not tell me over the phone, what the problem was, she asked my address and for directions to my place. I gave them, and knew that in about an hour, I would have sobbing company... (Just like old times) then it dawned on me, are the girls coming too? I forgot to ask... Damn!... Becky...(sigh)

After about an hour, i put a pot of coffee on, put chips and snacks out, and went outside to wait. It was a very short wait, the car pulled up about 10 minutes after I sat on the steps. Becky and Kim came out the back door, Becky came quickly, gave a quick kiss and sat at my side. Kim, looking confused, waited for her mom to gather herself and get out of the car. Sherry, for all the crying was still a pretty young woman, she climbed out of the car, straightened her blouse, and shut the car door. She looked aweful.

Sherry hugged me and did not let go for awhile, still those small little breath jerks that you get from a good cry, were still with her. I told her how she even looked pretty when she was puffy eyed, but that she did not give me much reason for my usual hard on in her current mood. She started to giggle and slaped my back hard... She said... Christ, I miss you! Less than one minute, and you have me giggling like a school girl! I backed off, reached down and gave Kim a quick peck on the lips, she giggled too... We went up the steps to my ghetto apt.

I gave the girls diet pop, and small bowls of chips and veggies, with ranch dressing. They loved that...little health nuts! Sherry and I had coffee, as I waited for the news that had Sherry so screwed up. Finally she started to talk, starting with "I don't know what to do!" she went on to explain that Becky's dad was being discharged from Prison in Texas on Monday. The prison had let her know as she had custody of Becky. That had been a few weeks ago. Then they followed up with a call earlier today.

Evidently they do exit interviews with prisoners, and when asked what his plans were, he said that first he was going to pick up his daughter, and try to find work back home. Sherry went on to explain that Becky's dad was a very abusive guy, that he had busted her sisters arm, broken ribs, and beat her bloody almost daily. Sherry's sister being such a fool, never reported it or pressed charges. So none of it was on record. Only the family knew. Sherry and Becky were both terrified, because Becky had heard many tales of the abuse.

Sherry said she could not pack up and leave, she had too much at stake in her home, and caring for her mom. And she cried some more. I held her hand and just listened. I did not notice Becky standing along side me, opposit from Sherry. But then she put her little hand on my shoulder and said "I'm scared too" I put my arm around her with a hug, kisses her sweet forehead and just held her.

All I could say was..."how can I help you Sherry" you already know that I would give my life for you. "Lets just figure this out, ok."

I let go of Sherry's hand, and took a hit of coffee. Becky scooted up on my lap, and buried her head on my shoulder, kinda nestling into my neck. Good Lord!!! I could feel her small breaths on my neck, I could smell her shampoo, my heart was actually pounding at that point... Becky...(sigh)...

Sherry used the bathroom to freshen up a bit, cold water and brushed her hair, reset her ponytail and returned, looking a lot better.

Sherry admitted that she had shown social services pictures of Her sisters beatings, had witnesses sign affidavits as to even seeing her being punched in the face, but the statute had passed, and they nor the courts, could do anything to help. The social worker only said, that if she could find a family member to take Becky for awhile, maybe he would just give up and go away again. And... given his criminal record, he would most likely end up in prison again anyway. Because they would be bound to give him custody, being Becky's father.

I knew what was coming next, but just waited it out. Knowing Sherry's mind all these years, I already knew.

Sherry then asked if I would be willing to keep Becky for a little while, at least a few weeks, til she could see what was happening. School being over a month away yet, that much would not be a problem. We chatted some, Becky was now very interested in the conversation. She snuggled in even tighter. Sherry pointed out that Becky had not stopped talking about me, and that alone told her that it would be a blessing for Becky. I felt Becky giggle and push her sweet face in deeper while tipping her head as if embarrased. All I could do is hug her and laugh...

Then I said... "So... When do I need to pick up my new roomates thing" Sherry laughed hard, part from my funny comment, but mostly from relief. While Becky kissed my neck, sending shock waves down to my cock, and added a few giggles. She looked up, sat forward and smiled. She said..."really? I can stay with you?" i told her absolutely, that I needed a slave girl anyway. She giggled again, and pointed out that she though I was just to silly. Sherry then told me that, she could bring Becky's things the next day.

There was also the fact that Sherry got a small allowance for Becky's care, and that she would turn that over to me, to help with Becky's needs and to help out with food or whatever. It was actually about $600 per month. The plan was made then, Becky could stay at any time. I asked her when she would like to move in? This little devil look took over her eyes, and she wanted to start tonight. Sherry said " you asked for that one, silly boy!" we all had a little laugh at that one.

All I could do is say that it was more than ok with me. All i need to do is find my slave whips, and we're all set. Becky did a butt jump on my lap, almost breaking my still semi erect dick. And laughed a musical laugh that can only come from a childs belly. And God... She was breath taking...

My small place would leave us with little privacy, but i had a full size bed, and a love seat that folded out as a bed. All I would really need was an additional dresser for Becky's things. Sherry said she had a spare and would bring it tomorrow afternoon, along with Becky's things. She would just borrow her friends pick up.

I carried a sleeping Kim to the car, buckled her in, gave her a kiss goodbye. And Becky and I watched them drive away. She looked up and took my hand in hers, and snuggled into my side. There is never a way, to judge how any kid will take to someone new in their life, but Becky, without words, told me that she was very happy and content.

It was almost 2am, and thank God, I did not have to work tomorrow, I was totally exausted. Walking behind Becky up the steps to the apartement, I was in heaven, her very cute butt was unbelievably shaped. In tight pink stretchy shorts, her firm little ass was a delicious treat. Her legs were dead on straight, with that beautiful taper that as an adult, will set her aside nobody. Breathtaking, I only wish we were on a 12 floor unit, so I got a long view. Alas... It was a 2 story 4 plex...

Becky was great, she plunged right in to help striaghten up. I tried to tell her that she did not need to do so much, but she reminded me that, thats what slave girls are for... We both snicker at that. She was just golden. After clean up, I pulled out the sofa bed and put on clean sheets. It was hot enough yet, to not need a blanket, so adding one of the pillows from the bed. I gave her the choice of where to sleep. She knew I used the bed as a rule, so she chose the pull out, to try to be less invasive. What a dear girl.

We took turns in the bathroom, ladies first of course, then turned out all the lights, but the small light on the stove hood, that was put on low. Just enough light to see her way to the bathroom, if she needed it in the night. I thanked her for her help, held her close in a warm hug. And slipped her down in bed. Pulled up the sheet and gave her a sweet kiss on her lips, she put her arms around my neck, and held the kiss for a few seconds longer. Long enough to make my heart pound again.

I took off my shirt and lay down in just my boxers, using the sheet to cover me just a bit. Becky!... (sigh)

20 minutes later, still awake, my mind was just over come with my new situation. It was painful to admit, but as much as I wanted every inch of my little Becky, there was no way that I could ever hurt this girl. I have very sexual urges of course, but those have to be put aside, in favor of being and doing, the right thing. But man... That face! That body! That now showing personality, and her sense of humor even. This girl was everything, just everything...

With my eyes closed in hope of sleep, I heard then felt Becky climb into my bed. Even though it was very warm, she snuggled into my back. Something about that little move. Actually helped me get to sleep. Strange...

I was just starting to wake up a bit, mind in a fog yet, I realized that I had turned in my sleep, and was now spooning with little Becky, then shock took over, 2 things were just not right, first off, I had a raging morning hard on. And worce yet, my arm around Becky, my hand was between her legs! My whole hand was right on her little girl mound!!! Fully alert now, wondering how the fuck I was gonna get out of this one, I was almost in panic.the idea came sudden. I could fake a sleepy moan and just turn back over the other way, keeping my hard on from notice and removing my hand from the magical little pussy, all at once.

The moan was good, emmy award good. The turn was not so good, it woke up Becky, but I continued, and made it onto my other side. Then I heard "are you awake?" i moaned again, geez... Maybe I could do (sound over) moans in Hollywood. Then to my horror Becky said... "your hand felt so good where it was" "can you please put it back?" ohhhh man...

I moaned again, and in my best groggy voice said " what honey?" " what did you say sweetheart?" then I did a good stretch, and opened my eyes... Damn I'm good (I thought)

Fear had shriveled my swollen cock at this point, so I roled onto my back to look at Becky. She snuggled in and kissed my cheek. But again, she asked me if I could put my hand back on her trickle.

"what's a trickle honey?" " it's my pee spot" oh boy... I said "I don't understand honey, I guess my head is not to clear right yet" thats when I got my education from an 8 year old...

Becky informed me that my hand was between her legs when she woke up, but that it felt real nice. She was not sure why, but it was just great. Then begged me to put it back, with a very love pleaaaassseeeeeeeeee... I rold her that I was so sorry for touching her there, I explained that it was an accident. Then I did my best to explain good touch and bad touch, the way I understood it. And about strangers. She listened well, and said she understood.

Next she wanted ro know what the hard thing was that was sticking into her butt. Ah fuck! Would this never end? Next i had to try to explain sex, love, excitement, petting, even the common terms for sexual organs in guy and girls. I have to admit, that she absorbed this very well, and it proved my judgement that she was in fact, very bright.

She wanted to know if I loved her, because my cock had been so hard on her butt. She said that she thought she must love me too, because she could never stop thinking about me, and wanting to kiss me like in the movies. And how she felt funny in her tummy when ever we touched hands ar did hugs. All of this in a span of, less than a minute. And there just was no easy answer.

I hugged her close, and told her yes, I did feel love for her too. But went further now, to try and explain, that we, especially I, could get into a big big trouble, for having sexual contact with a girl her age. That honestly, I would love to be her lover, but that it would just not be the right thing to do. If anyone ever found out, I would end up in jail for a very long time. And that she would be taken away to foster homes, til she was adopted or turned 18.

I kissed her head, and told her I needed coffee bad. So I got up, put on shorts. And made my way to the coffee pot. I asked her to come see what kimds of cereal I had, so she could choice, or that I could cook french toast for her, if she would like that. She looked it over, and again the health nut, she chose my favorite, Total Bran Flakes... I got her and my bowl done, and a glass of OJ and milk for her and coffee and milk for me, while she used the bathroom.

As natural as rain, she came back to the table, nakid as the day she was born! She kissed me, gave me a squeez and took her seat. My reaxtion? Well, i blinked alot. It was just a feeling, but something told me that this was the way she operated. Thank God I could not see that pussy real well, in the position she was in, and the fact that she was just starting to poke out her nipples, was bad enough as it was. Quietly we ate, my mind womdering what her little hairless pussy would taste like. The youngest I had ever tasted was 16, and hell, I was only 17 myself, at the time...

I felt like I was falling, that even though my intentions were good, that I was not going to be able to stop the train as it went over the cliff...

I put the dishes in the sink, ran hot water, added dish soap, and was starting to do dishes. Becky in the mean time, pulled up a chair, grabbed the dish towel and was going to help dry. Oh my poor soul. It was just lost for good. She was turned a bit toward me, and I could not help but stare, honestly, her eyes had that green color, with a tiny fleck of gold in them, her lips were so full, that most women paid big bucks to achieve this look. Her skin was like cream, but she had a slightly olive complexion. My cock was sticking out like I had 44cal. In my shorts... becky...(groan) and it changed just like that!

I picked her up, threw the towel on the table, and carried her back to the bed. She straddled my lap, and I kissed her sweet lips. OMG! I gently started ro probe her lips with my tongue, and she must have paid close attention to movie type kisses, as she called then, because she opened her mouth to me, and we started the tongue dance. Her and my breathing deepened, she let out the smallest of sigh, and we just dug in... Her sweet toung pussy was already creating a wet spot on my shorts, as my cock was striaght up and pointing hard into her cleft. That puffy little mound was just beautiful.

I lay her down on the bed, leaning over her, Kissed her again, this time I kissed her neck, then sucked gently and tongied her ear lobes. She wimpered sweetly into my ear. i worked my way down to her little nubs, this time she let out her breath in a pant, and moaned a sweet high mmmmmmm sound. Her body was arching up to me, I never knew that a girl that young, could be so stimulated. I moved down her tummy, kissing her not yet hips, tongue and nibbles to that pelvic bone and the soft smooth skin just inside of it. I moved off the bed, and opened her legs, I kissed her legs, between, and even lifted each to kiss behind her knees. Her leg now wide spread, with her knees up, I gently made first contact to her sweet young fold. She arched, and tried to mash her sweet smelling mound into my wanting mouth. My first taste of her juices, were like a necter of the Gods, nothing like I had tasted before. She pulled my head into to her cunt. Now she was bucking and screaching and moaning, all seemingly at the same rime. I was having a tough time maintaining good contact, with all of her movements, she was so close... I used my finger and rubbed it up and down her little ass crack, back and forth over her little rose bud. She went over the edge... She was gasping for air, and moaning loud as her body shook with her first orgasm. Her tummy was contracting like crazy, my tongue at her slightly obstructed opening was contracting over and over again. It was a home run orgasm. Then she colapst and went limp... Breathing hard. I gently licked her juices, and they were not in short supply. I finished by deep kissing her pussy with my fingers keeping her mound wide open. I moved back up beside her, and kissed her neck and lips again.

Her eyes finally opened, she grabbed me into a killer hug, and cried... She must have been overwhelmed with emotion... My Becky...(sigh)...

To be continued...