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			        Anything To Help
				By Dream Painter
			    (dream_painter@post.com)
This adult text file contains graphic depictions of consensual
sex between minor children, adults and all ages in between. It is
a sex fantasy, and as such is total, absolute fiction. The author
neither practices, encourages, or condones the actions described
herein. This story contains a number of sexual themes that most
people find not only offensive and objectionable but also
actionable. Do not read this story if you are not at least 18
years- old, or if ANY sexual act offends you.  Most of the
offensive stuff is in this story.
Copyright 2002 by The Dream Painter. 
Permission granted to repost this story as long as the entire
text, including this header and the authors e-mail address
(dream_painter@post.com), remain intact.(Note that this is a new
address) Please do not make this story available in any publicly
accessible archive (this includes pay sites) without the authors
permission.
Comments are earnestly welcome.In fact the more I hear the more I
write.


	The way everything turned out I had to assume that the facts
were my fault.  
Shortly after he was tragically killed in a car wreck, my best
friend's family adopted me for their father image.  
	The wife, Heather, was a pretty good looker and leaned on me
heavily in the days and weeks just after the accident.  The 15
-year-old daughter, Kelly, was so grief stricken that she
withdrew from nearly everything for a while.  
	I was her crutch and confidant during those trying times.  The
fact that the ladies were also next door neighbors probably added
to their dependence somewhat.  
	I helped with the myriad of details that are so commonplace when
a spouse dies.  I also cooked and fed them; helped them get their
finances in order and helped the youngster become more conversant
with others.  We talked for hours about nearly everything under
the sun and became thick fast friends.  
	Heather had a bit more reserve to her due to her mature age and
the fact that she had no desires to develop any kind of
relationship so close to the funeral.  Of course there was no
romance in my intentions, but she was insecure enough to wonder,
I'm sure. 
	The daughter Kelly was enrolled in a local High School for the
Arts in our hometown.  As time went on, she had shown such
promise as an artist, that I had insisted she take advanced level
drawing classes.  As I said, we had become thick friends and she
was known to drop by the house almost daily to just 'check in'. 
	She would let herself in and flop in a chair and chatter about
her day as if I was sincerely interested.  In time I guess I was
interested in her day.  She was becoming a dear friend though I
was concerned that she was spending too much time with me, and
not enough with her peers.  
	After buzzing quickly through the graphic arts classes in the
high school, she enrolled in the Community College for three
quarters taking every evening art class she could handle.  It was
a stretch for her to make all the course requirements and still
maintain her regular schoolwork, but she did quite well.  
	During her sophomore year in High School she approached me for
advice and counsel on taking some figure drawing classes at the
university.  She explained in great detail what and how she had
to do to make admission requirements for one so young.  She had
to have good grades; she had to have permission from her parent,
a letter of recommendation from an adult friend and a portfolio
of her recent works including at least three figure studies.  
	She pouted a bit over having to do more than that of entering
freshmen to get into the class, but was really excited about the
prospects.  Her only real draw back was her portfolio.  	She had
one figure study of someone's hands drawn in very exact detail,
but nothing else for figures.  The still life studies and
landscapes she had done were beautiful and expertly rendered, but
the requirement was for human form studies.  
	We set about and finally chose a dramatic photo of a reclining
semi-nude model from a Victoria's Secret Catalogue as a subject.
Kelly worked on it for only two days before she showed me the
finished product.  
	She had crafted a perfect black and white drawing of the woman
but had used her own face instead!  To further dramatize the
subject she had left only a drape over the model's lower leg.
	The result was a pretty startling portrait of a voluptuous nude
with Kelly's facial features.  She had captured a sensuousness
about the subject that was really amazing.  
	There was a look of lust deep in the woman's eyes and her
reclining form showed a large set of breasts with very erect
nipples.  She had managed to make the small amount of visible
pubic hair appear matted as it disappeared between her crossed
legs.  The overall effect was Kelly, fifteen years in the future,
after a rousing lovemaking session.  
	To say it made me decidedly uncomfortable was an understatement.
 This was a bit more erotic than I had expected from a 15
-year-old.  
	"Err...  what did your Mom think of it?"  I asked.  
	"Oh she was pleased.  She posed for a few hours herself for me
to get the details right." 
	Another shocker!  Was I looking at my adult neighbor's body?  I
didn't much think so because this drawing's 'charms' were a bit
more zaftig than Heather's I thought.  Weren't they?  My
imagination could have gone wild at the thought.  
	"Won't you be embarrassed because the face looks like you?"  I
asked.  
	"Heavens no," she replied, "It's just a piece of artwork silly,
and anyone could look at me and tell it's only a drawing."
	She was right there.  At 15 Heather had a cute little
teenybopper body that was taking on the look of advancing
womanhood.  Her small breasts (I would say about the size of
orange halves) were perched high up on her chest wall and moved
very little when she walked.  She had a tiny little hard packed
body with a pert little butt sitting on top of well-shaped legs.
(OK I saw her in a bikini at the pool.  It's just an
observation.)  No one would confuse the drawing with her, save
for the face.  It was a nearly perfect likeness.  
	I admired the painting some more and complimented her on it
profusely.  
	"Thanks," she said, "but now it's on to the last project."
	"What's that gonna be?"  I asked innocently.  
	"Well I talked it over with Mom and she and I agree that I need
to do a male figure study to round out the portfolio.  We thought
you might pose for me."
	"Me?"  I stammered.  
	"Sure why not.  You have a good build, are handsome, and
wouldn't charge a modeling fee. What more could I want?"
	"Someone a bit younger?"
	"No silly, you'd be fine.  I'd really like to draw you in detail
if you'd let me.  Please?"
	"I don't know Kelly...."
	"Aww, come on Eddie do it for me.  Please?"
	"Would it be nude?"
	"Not if you're uncomfortable with it.  I can guess at the
details."
	I thought about it for a few minutes.  I was really proud of
this young lady for coming out of her social shell through her
art.  It seemed innocent enough I guess, but I still had some
reservations.  The reservations couldn't overcome the need to
help though.  
	With a sigh I said, "Sure OK, when do we start?"
	"Oh great...  How about 4 PM tomorrow at my house?  I have sort
of a studio set up upstairs with all my stuff in it.  How's that
sound?" 
	"Cool, I guess."
	We made the final plans, including the uncomfortable demand for
me to bring my speed-o bathing suit when I came.  She left in a
high state of excitement.  
	The next day seemed to go too fast for me.  My hours in front of
the computer, cranking out my newspaper column, seemed to fly by.
 It was usually drudgery in the worst sort.  I caught myself
dreading the prospects of posing for a nubile young wench, even
if she was a good friend and daughter of another good friend.  
	I rang the doorbell five minutes late.  I had my 'costume' in a
plastic grocery bag at my side.  As the bell rang I could hear
teenaged galloping down the steps with a shout of, 'I got it'. 
	Kelly opened the door dressed in a tiny bikini.  
	Noting my double take, she said, "Don't worry I always work this
way.  You've seen this suit before anyway.  Come on up."
	She turned from the door and bellowed, "Mom!  Eddie's here," and
galloped back up the stairs.  
	Heather walked from the back of the house, wiping her hands on a
dishtowel.  
	"Hi Eddie.  Thank you so much for helping Kelly.  She's really
intent on getting into those classes and thinks you're the one
responsible for her success."
	"You OK with me posing for her Heather?"
	"Oh my yes.  You are her best friend and I have all the faith in
the world that you will do what's right for Kelly."
	She showed me the way up the stairs, excusing herself as we got
to the studio door.  
It was really a converted bedroom that was cluttered with the
flotsam of an artist.  In the middle of one wall was a raised
platform with a luxuriously upholstered chaise lounge on it with
a few white sheets scattered about.   
	Her easel was set up six feet away from the base of the platform
at an obtuse angle.  A tilted table beside her folding chair held
what appeared to be thousands of tubes of paint and nearly as
many brushes.  The indirect light of the afternoon came through a
window and was evidently designed to shine across her shoulder as
she sat and painted.  A number of finished or nearly finished
canvases were scattered about the room in stacks.  
She stepped around the easel and said, "You can change over
there" waving at a partitioned screen.
	It felt weird getting undressed in the same room with Kelly, but
she was absorbed in mixing paints and paid me no heed.  I tucked
my privates way down into the skimpy suit and tried to smooth out
the remaining bulge with little effect.  
	I finally stepped self-consciously around the screen and
presented myself for whatever came. 
	Kelly appraised me with a critical eye.  Evidently satisfied
that I still had model potential she directed me to the chaise
and arranged me there the way she wanted to see me.  She spent
several long minutes making minute adjustments to my position.  
When she stepped away I was reclining on the sofa facing her and
the window behind her.  My right leg was bent at the knee along
the wall, with my right wrist draped casually across the upraised
knee. My left leg was extended and I was resting on my left
elbow.  
She stood studying me for a few minutes and then picked up a
charcoal stick and started sketching.  
	As she worked we chatted lightly about many things; both serious
and light hearted.  I was beginning to relax and not worry about
the obviously bulging front of my brief suit.  She was paying it
no mind and I became relaxed about it.  
We had been working about an hour when Heather stuck her head in
the door.  
	"How's it going guys?" she asked.   
	"So far so good," Kelly replied, never looking up.  She had
begun to remix paints and was brushing them on the canvas with
intense concentration.     
	"Not too bad actually," I said.   
	"I brought up some lemonade and cookies if you guys are ready
for a break."
	"Sounds great," I countered.  
	"Yeah, yeah whatever," Kelly replied.
	I sat up and swiveled around, resting my feet on the floor.  I
took a glass of lemonade gratefully and drank deeply.  I had not
realized what a contorted position I had been in.  My shoulder
and arm were getting stiff and sore.  
	"What's the matter dear?"  Heather asked her daughter.
	"Nothing really, I'm just not getting it right."
	"How so?"
	"Mom, how can I draw a penis when I've never seen one before?" 
	"You've seen penises before dear.  You had that PlayGirl
magazine a few weeks ago.  I would have thought that would have
worked."
	"Not for detail work Mom.  It just doesn't work."
	"Well I'm sure Eddy will help out if need be dear," Heather said
as she left the room.  
	That was a shocker.  Help out how?  I for sure wasn't going to
get naked for this little Lolita, even if she was a closefriend,
	"Would you Eddie?"
	"Would I what?"
	"Take off your speed-o and let me study your penis."
	"Err...  I don't much think so little one.  I'm not sure that
that would be appropriate."
	"Well I sure can't imagine what I've never seen, and this
painting means everything to me!"
	"Kelly I don't think I would be comfortable doing that."
	"It's for art silly, I don't care, Mom doesn't care and it's for
my project...  Please?"  
	"No Kelly I ...  
	"Here - would this help?" she interrupted.
	With that she reached down and pulled off the two triangles of
cloth that served as her bikini bottoms.  In almost the same
movement she shucked out of her bra top and stood nude before me.
 
	As I said before she was a beautiful little girl, but I had
never noticed how REALLY pretty she was.  
	She was classic.  Her breasts were capped with the palest of
pink nipples that were jutting off her little cupcake titties in
small conical mounds.  They were in that beautiful limbo between
the world of little girls and the world of women.  The puffy pale
nipples tapered down to small but beautifully mounded breasts
that sat high and proud on her thin chest wall.  
Her flat stomach and just flaring hips tapered down to a nicely
rounded little pussy that was just now beginning to show a
tracery of dark hair. It was mostly covered with a fine mist of
white fuzz.  Her slit had not fully migrated southward yet so you
could see the top half of her split and a hint of inner labia
peeking from underneath.  
	She twirled around in a pirouette showing me her perfectly
rounded butt.  It too was sitting high up on her lower back and
looked firm and taught.  
	She grinned mischievously and said, "Will that make you more
comfortable?  Gee, Eddie we're all friends here, what's the big
deal?"
	"Ah...  the big deal is that I'm sitting here with a 15
-year-old girl and we're both nearly or totally naked."
	"Look Eddie, it's not like it's a sexual thing you know.  Mom is
aware of it and it's for art!" 
	"Look honey, I could get in big trouble for being up here naked
with you.  Hell, I could get in trouble just being UP here much
less naked."
	"Will you quit it?  For God's sake Eddie, nobody will know about
it.  I just need to see you naked to finish the details on the
painting.  Quit being such a prude."
	She padded naked over to the door, opened it and yelled,
"MOMMMM...  will you come here please?"
	Alas, a voice of stern reason.  During our last bit of
conversation I had begun to get a bit turned on with our little
fox.  I didn't need this shit.  I was going to get busted for
frolicking with a teenager and not get near the entertainment
value with it that I would deserve for going to prison.  I was a
bit spooked but knew Heather would straighten things out.  
She pushed the door open and entered.  She looked at her daughter
with a bit of surprise.  
	"Oh my, Kelly what ever are you doing?"
	"I'm trying to get Eddie to pose so I can get the details right.
 I need to see his penis but he won't let me see it.  He seems to
think he'll get in trouble."
	 "Then why are YOU nude dear?"
	"Welll...  I'm trying to make him more comfortable." 
	"Listen to me honey, your best friend in the world right now is
Eddie, right?"
	"Yeah."
	"We don't make our friends uncomfortable dear.  If Eddie doesn't
want to show you his whole body that's his business.  You would
be offended if he insisted on seeing you naked and you didn't
want to would you?"
	"MOM!  We are friends.  This isn't about sex or nothing.  It's
about art.  I can't paint what I can't see can I?  I have NEVER
seen a real cock before!  If Eddie needed to see my body for a
non-sexual reason I would show him.  See?"
	With that she turned around toward me and squatted down.  She
reached between her youthful thighs and spread her labia apart
with her fingers.  
	She was beautiful and such a pale color of pink!  Her prominent
and quite large clitoris was very obvious and her vagina was
opened for my startled eyes.  There was a glistening around her
nearly hairless opening indicating that she might be a bit more
turned on than her art might require.  
	"See Eddie now you can draw me if you want."
	I couldn't help but be amused.  This little vixen knew all of
the manipulation tricks.  
	Heather spoke, "Kelly, honey, listen.  Eddie doesn't want you to
look at his penis.  He is just protecting you from himself.  He
knows his limits and honors them.  You should too."
	"Listen ladies," I said, "You two are the closest thing I have
to family in the world. I love you both deeply for all the right
reasons.  I really could care less if Kelly, or you Heather, saw
my talley-whacker.  I am just concerned over the effect that it
might have over our relationship.  If that relationship was
damaged I don't know what I'd do."
	"Oh mercy, dear I'm not concerned with that, neither is Kelly, I
don't think.  If you don't mind posing, go ahead and help her
out.  Our relationships might even grow with some of the stigmas
removed.  I certainly don't care if you do it," said Heather.  
	I thought about it for a minute or two.  What difference did it
make after all?  Who cared what we did as long as it was in the
context of the painting?  I was a little concerned over Kelly's
zealousness, but she was essentially harmless with her wants. 
Wasn't she?  Heather certainly didn't care so why should I?  Of
course exposing myself to a kid of 15 was against everything
society imposed on us but what the hell...  
	"OK, I'll do it."
	"Goody," shouted Kelly.  
	Heather just smiled, "OK you two, back to work and behave
yourselves."
	With that she left the room and closed the door.  I had a
fleeting thought about mothers who leave young daughters alone to
get naked with much older men; but Kelly's boundless enthusiasm
wiped away most thoughts of anything other than what she wanted
to do.
	"Come on Eddie lets get started.  Take off your suit so I can
study you." 
	"How do you want me to pose?"               
	"Not at all right now.  Just lay down naked and let me study you
for a while.  OK?"
	"Whatever."
	This was taking on an aura of surreal.  I was living a fantasy
of thirty million men in the world and I was spooked.  
	Standing before me was a petite and very beautiful early teen in
complete and wanton nudity, and she was begging for me to join
her.  I was at a crossroads.  I either had to join her or leave.
I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings.  
	With one movement I stripped the brief from my crotch and stood
exposed to her gaze.  It was most certainly an intense gaze as
well.
What with her recent total exposure, and the very idea of what we
were doing on my mind, my tool was about half-mast.  When I
pulled my pants down my cock flipped up on the waistband and
bobbed for a few seconds.  
	Kelly stood three feet away and stared slack jawed at my
manhood.  I am not unduly endowed, but somewhere in the average
range I suppose.  I am 7 1/2 inches fully erect with a
circumference of 2 inches to my circumcised self.  I had never
considered the aesthetics of my privates before, but was forced
to consider them now as Kelly stared in awe.  She turned her head
left and right, up and down as she considered all of the
textures, scale, heft and dimensions of my semi-erect cock.   
	"Make it bigger for me," she whispered.  
	"Honey I can't just will it to do my bidding.  It takes stimuli
and time for it to erect."
	"What kind of stimuli... like this?"
	With that she reached out and lightly grasped my dick, giving me
several gentle strokes as she did so.  
	With an intense look of concentration she leaned forward and
began stroking my cock with considerable expertise.  I was
shocked to say the least.  My worse fears were being
realized...but suddenly I didn't care so much.  
	The sight of her small hand caressing my scalding hot dick sent
me over the edge of prudence and common sense.  She had wanted
erection and she got erection.  It was the most intense skin
splitting 'I need to come' erection I had ever experienced. 
	Staring down through her small cleavage and her now very erect
nipples, watching her hand move along my length just above her
wantonly exposed and spread wide cunt, was more than I could
stand.  
	I have always been blessed with staying ability but today was
not a normal circumstance. The situation and the view were
conspiring to make my time here short.  Seconds after she began,
I felt the building of semen at the base of my cock.  To make
matters worse, Kelly began stroking my scrotum with feather light
twisting strokes as she beat my meat furiously.
	"Whoa! Whoa!  Whoa!" I called out, "Stop dear I'm gonna come all
over everywhere if you don't stop."
	Tearing her eyes away from my nearly purple member, she looked
up at my loud yelling.  	Regretfully just as she did I lost
control.  Great long spurts of what felt like melting steel
blasted from my tool, spattering up her neck and chin. 
	Following the course of human nature, she looked down to see
what had hit her.  As she did two more large, roping jets of
semen hit her square in the face.  
	She jerked her head back with a look of surprise, but by
instinct, I think, more than anything else, kept pumping her hand
on my cock.  
	As the last of my ejaculate dribbled across her hand and wrist,
she turned her head back up at me with a look of wonderment on
her now soaked face.  Semen dripped from her eyebrows, cheeks and
chin.  She was soaked!
	I was mortified.  A perfectly innocent outing had turned into a
debacle of older man lust.  There was no way we were going to
explain this away as art.  Somewhere, somehow, we had crossed the
line from art to sex - and I was responsible.  I waited to see
her reaction.  I expected revulsion, rejection and
recriminations.  As the rest of the day had gone, I didn't get
what I expected.
	"That was awesome," she said with wonder, "I have read about it
and talked about it with Mom and some of the girls at school, but
I had never seen anyone come before!"
	"Listen, Kelly," I began, "I'm sorry..." 
	She interrupted, "Will you do it again?  This time I'll be ready
and can actually see it coming out?  Will you Eddie, will you
please?"  
	As I stared at her I could see slimy little snail trails of
semen sliding down between her cupcake titties.  I needed time to
think.  I picked up a hand towel off of her worktable and wiped
the still drooling tip of my penis.  
	"Here dear, let me clean you up a bit," I said.  
She stood as I wiped her face with the bit of cloth.  I followed
the trail down between her breasts.  I couldn't help but notice
her conical nipples hardening as I worked.  They were a scant 6"
away from my face as I sat on the chaise.  
	I wiped the last traces of jism from her flat little tummy and
she squatted slightly.  
With a grin she said, "I'm wet down there too."
	"Not today little bit," I answered, "We've already gone too far,
and I need to figure out some things."
	She took my hand with the towel in it and placed it between her
thighs with the back of my hand tight against her pussy.  Her
heat was intense.  Being the truthful lass she was, she wasn't
lying about her wetness either.  
	I was mesmerized.  I dropped the towel and turned my hand over,
cupping her slick, nearly hairless mons.  
	Her back arched, her head lolled back and she sighed, as I slid
my two middle fingers up and bracketed her clitoris.  
	I had plenty of things to sort out about these weird
relationships that had started today.  Time for philosophical
musings later, I guess.  I had work to do now.    

				Next: Chapter 2: The Circle Will Be Unbroken
 




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			        Anything To Help
				By Dream Painter
			    (dream_painter@post.com)

This adult text file contains graphic depictions of consensual
sex between minor children, adults and all ages in between. It is
a sex fantasy, and as such is total, absolute fiction. The author
neither practices, encourages, or condones the actions described
herein. This story contains a number of sexual themes that most
people find not only offensive and objectionable but also
actionable. Do not read this story if you are not at least 18
years- old, or if ANY sexual act offends you.  Most of the
offensive stuff is in this story.
Copyright 2002 by The Dream Painter. 
Permission granted to repost this story as long as the entire
text, including this header and the authors e-mail address
(dream_painter@post.com), remain intact.(Note that this is a new
address) Please do not make this story available in any publicly
accessible archive (this includes pay sites) without the authors
permission.
Comments are earnestly welcome.In fact the more I hear the more I
write.

<<<begin story>>>>

	The way everything turned out I had to assume that the facts
were my fault.  
Shortly after he was tragically killed in a car wreck, my best
friend's family adopted me for their father image.  
	The wife, Heather, was a pretty good looker and leaned on me
heavily in the days and weeks just after the accident.  The 15
-year-old daughter, Kelly, was so grief stricken that she
withdrew from nearly everything for a while.  
	I was her crutch and confidant during those trying times.  The
fact that the ladies were also next door neighbors probably added
to their dependence somewhat.  
	I helped with the myriad of details that are so commonplace when
a spouse dies.  I also cooked and fed them; helped them get their
finances in order and helped the youngster become more conversant
with others.  We talked for hours about nearly everything under
the sun and became thick fast friends.  
	Heather had a bit more reserve to her due to her mature age and
the fact that she had no desires to develop any kind of
relationship so close to the funeral.  Of course there was no
romance in my intentions, but she was insecure enough to wonder,
I'm sure. 
	The daughter Kelly was enrolled in a local High School for the
Arts in our hometown.  As time went on, she had shown such
promise as an artist, that I had insisted she take advanced level
drawing classes.  As I said, we had become thick friends and she
was known to drop by the house almost daily to just 'check in'. 
	She would let herself in and flop in a chair and chatter about
her day as if I was sincerely interested.  In time I guess I was
interested in her day.  She was becoming a dear friend though I
was concerned that she was spending too much time with me, and
not enough with her peers.  
	After buzzing quickly through the graphic arts classes in the
high school, she enrolled in the Community College for three
quarters taking every evening art class she could handle.  It was
a stretch for her to make all the course requirements and still
maintain her regular schoolwork, but she did quite well.  
	During her sophomore year in High School she approached me for
advice and counsel on taking some figure drawing classes at the
university.  She explained in great detail what and how she had
to do to make admission requirements for one so young.  She had
to have good grades; she had to have permission from her parent,
a letter of recommendation from an adult friend and a portfolio
of her recent works including at least three figure studies.  
	She pouted a bit over having to do more than that of entering
freshmen to get into the class, but was really excited about the
prospects.  Her only real draw back was her portfolio.  	She had
one figure study of someone's hands drawn in very exact detail,
but nothing else for figures.  The still life studies and
landscapes she had done were beautiful and expertly rendered, but
the requirement was for human form studies.  
	We set about and finally chose a dramatic photo of a reclining
semi-nude model from a Victoria's Secret Catalogue as a subject.
Kelly worked on it for only two days before she showed me the
finished product.  
	She had crafted a perfect black and white drawing of the woman
but had used her own face instead!  To further dramatize the
subject she had left only a drape over the model's lower leg.
	The result was a pretty startling portrait of a voluptuous nude
with Kelly's facial features.  She had captured a sensuousness
about the subject that was really amazing.  
	There was a look of lust deep in the woman's eyes and her
reclining form showed a large set of breasts with very erect
nipples.  She had managed to make the small amount of visible
pubic hair appear matted as it disappeared between her crossed
legs.  The overall effect was Kelly, fifteen years in the future,
after a rousing lovemaking session.  
	To say it made me decidedly uncomfortable was an understatement.
 This was a bit more erotic than I had expected from a 15
-year-old.  
	"Err...  what did your Mom think of it?"  I asked.  
	"Oh she was pleased.  She posed for a few hours herself for me
to get the details right." 
	Another shocker!  Was I looking at my adult neighbor's body?  I
didn't much think so because this drawing's 'charms' were a bit
more zaftig than Heather's I thought.  Weren't they?  My
imagination could have gone wild at the thought.  
	"Won't you be embarrassed because the face looks like you?"  I
asked.  
	"Heavens no," she replied, "It's just a piece of artwork silly,
and anyone could look at me and tell it's only a drawing."
	She was right there.  At 15 Heather had a cute little
teenybopper body that was taking on the look of advancing
womanhood.  Her small breasts (I would say about the size of
orange halves) were perched high up on her chest wall and moved
very little when she walked.  She had a tiny little hard packed
body with a pert little butt sitting on top of well-shaped legs.
(OK I saw her in a bikini at the pool.  It's just an
observation.)  No one would confuse the drawing with her, save
for the face.  It was a nearly perfect likeness.  
	I admired the painting some more and complimented her on it
profusely.  
	"Thanks," she said, "but now it's on to the last project."
	"What's that gonna be?"  I asked innocently.  
	"Well I talked it over with Mom and she and I agree that I need
to do a male figure study to round out the portfolio.  We thought
you might pose for me."
	"Me?"  I stammered.  
	"Sure why not.  You have a good build, are handsome, and
wouldn't charge a modeling fee. What more could I want?"
	"Someone a bit younger?"
	"No silly, you'd be fine.  I'd really like to draw you in detail
if you'd let me.  Please?"
	"I don't know Kelly...."
	"Aww, come on Eddie do it for me.  Please?"
	"Would it be nude?"
	"Not if you're uncomfortable with it.  I can guess at the
details."
	I thought about it for a few minutes.  I was really proud of
this young lady for coming out of her social shell through her
art.  It seemed innocent enough I guess, but I still had some
reservations.  The reservations couldn't overcome the need to
help though.  
	With a sigh I said, "Sure OK, when do we start?"
	"Oh great...  How about 4 PM tomorrow at my house?  I have sort
of a studio set up upstairs with all my stuff in it.  How's that
sound?" 
	"Cool, I guess."
	We made the final plans, including the uncomfortable demand for
me to bring my speed-o bathing suit when I came.  She left in a
high state of excitement.  
	The next day seemed to go too fast for me.  My hours in front of
the computer, cranking out my newspaper column, seemed to fly by.
 It was usually drudgery in the worst sort.  I caught myself
dreading the prospects of posing for a nubile young wench, even
if she was a good friend and daughter of another good friend.  
	I rang the doorbell five minutes late.  I had my 'costume' in a
plastic grocery bag at my side.  As the bell rang I could hear
teenaged galloping down the steps with a shout of, 'I got it'. 
	Kelly opened the door dressed in a tiny bikini.  
	Noting my double take, she said, "Don't worry I always work this
way.  You've seen this suit before anyway.  Come on up."
	She turned from the door and bellowed, "Mom!  Eddie's here," and
galloped back up the stairs.  
	Heather walked from the back of the house, wiping her hands on a
dishtowel.  
	"Hi Eddie.  Thank you so much for helping Kelly.  She's really
intent on getting into those classes and thinks you're the one
responsible for her success."
	"You OK with me posing for her Heather?"
	"Oh my yes.  You are her best friend and I have all the faith in
the world that you will do what's right for Kelly."
	She showed me the way up the stairs, excusing herself as we got
to the studio door.  
It was really a converted bedroom that was cluttered with the
flotsam of an artist.  In the middle of one wall was a raised
platform with a luxuriously upholstered chaise lounge on it with
a few white sheets scattered about.   
	Her easel was set up six feet away from the base of the platform
at an obtuse angle.  A tilted table beside her folding chair held
what appeared to be thousands of tubes of paint and nearly as
many brushes.  The indirect light of the afternoon came through a
window and was evidently designed to shine across her shoulder as
she sat and painted.  A number of finished or nearly finished
canvases were scattered about the room in stacks.  
She stepped around the easel and said, "You can change over
there" waving at a partitioned screen.
	It felt weird getting undressed in the same room with Kelly, but
she was absorbed in mixing paints and paid me no heed.  I tucked
my privates way down into the skimpy suit and tried to smooth out
the remaining bulge with little effect.  
	I finally stepped self-consciously around the screen and
presented myself for whatever came. 
	Kelly appraised me with a critical eye.  Evidently satisfied
that I still had model potential she directed me to the chaise
and arranged me there the way she wanted to see me.  She spent
several long minutes making minute adjustments to my position.  
When she stepped away I was reclining on the sofa facing her and
the window behind her.  My right leg was bent at the knee along
the wall, with my right wrist draped casually across the upraised
knee. My left leg was extended and I was resting on my left
elbow.  
She stood studying me for a few minutes and then picked up a
charcoal stick and started sketching.  
	As she worked we chatted lightly about many things; both serious
and light hearted.  I was beginning to relax and not worry about
the obviously bulging front of my brief suit.  She was paying it
no mind and I became relaxed about it.  
We had been working about an hour when Heather stuck her head in
the door.  
	"How's it going guys?" she asked.   
	"So far so good," Kelly replied, never looking up.  She had
begun to remix paints and was brushing them on the canvas with
intense concentration.     
	"Not too bad actually," I said.   
	"I brought up some lemonade and cookies if you guys are ready
for a break."
	"Sounds great," I countered.  
	"Yeah, yeah whatever," Kelly replied.
	I sat up and swiveled around, resting my feet on the floor.  I
took a glass of lemonade gratefully and drank deeply.  I had not
realized what a contorted position I had been in.  My shoulder
and arm were getting stiff and sore.  
	"What's the matter dear?"  Heather asked her daughter.
	"Nothing really, I'm just not getting it right."
	"How so?"
	"Mom, how can I draw a penis when I've never seen one before?" 
	"You've seen penises before dear.  You had that PlayGirl
magazine a few weeks ago.  I would have thought that would have
worked."
	"Not for detail work Mom.  It just doesn't work."
	"Well I'm sure Eddy will help out if need be dear," Heather said
as she left the room.  
	That was a shocker.  Help out how?  I for sure wasn't going to
get naked for this little Lolita, even if she was a closefriend,
	"Would you Eddie?"
	"Would I what?"
	"Take off your speed-o and let me study your penis."
	"Err...  I don't much think so little one.  I'm not sure that
that would be appropriate."
	"Well I sure can't imagine what I've never seen, and this
painting means everything to me!"
	"Kelly I don't think I would be comfortable doing that."
	"It's for art silly, I don't care, Mom doesn't care and it's for
my project...  Please?"  
	"No Kelly I ...  
	"Here - would this help?" she interrupted.
	With that she reached down and pulled off the two triangles of
cloth that served as her bikini bottoms.  In almost the same
movement she shucked out of her bra top and stood nude before me.
 
	As I said before she was a beautiful little girl, but I had
never noticed how REALLY pretty she was.  
	She was classic.  Her breasts were capped with the palest of
pink nipples that were jutting off her little cupcake titties in
small conical mounds.  They were in that beautiful limbo between
the world of little girls and the world of women.  The puffy pale
nipples tapered down to small but beautifully mounded breasts
that sat high and proud on her thin chest wall.  
Her flat stomach and just flaring hips tapered down to a nicely
rounded little pussy that was just now beginning to show a
tracery of dark hair. It was mostly covered with a fine mist of
white fuzz.  Her slit had not fully migrated southward yet so you
could see the top half of her split and a hint of inner labia
peeking from underneath.  
	She twirled around in a pirouette showing me her perfectly
rounded butt.  It too was sitting high up on her lower back and
looked firm and taught.  
	She grinned mischievously and said, "Will that make you more
comfortable?  Gee, Eddie we're all friends here, what's the big
deal?"
	"Ah...  the big deal is that I'm sitting here with a 15
-year-old girl and we're both nearly or totally naked."
	"Look Eddie, it's not like it's a sexual thing you know.  Mom is
aware of it and it's for art!" 
	"Look honey, I could get in big trouble for being up here naked
with you.  Hell, I could get in trouble just being UP here much
less naked."
	"Will you quit it?  For God's sake Eddie, nobody will know about
it.  I just need to see you naked to finish the details on the
painting.  Quit being such a prude."
	She padded naked over to the door, opened it and yelled,
"MOMMMM...  will you come here please?"
	Alas, a voice of stern reason.  During our last bit of
conversation I had begun to get a bit turned on with our little
fox.  I didn't need this shit.  I was going to get busted for
frolicking with a teenager and not get near the entertainment
value with it that I would deserve for going to prison.  I was a
bit spooked but knew Heather would straighten things out.  
She pushed the door open and entered.  She looked at her daughter
with a bit of surprise.  
	"Oh my, Kelly what ever are you doing?"
	"I'm trying to get Eddie to pose so I can get the details right.
 I need to see his penis but he won't let me see it.  He seems to
think he'll get in trouble."
	 "Then why are YOU nude dear?"
	"Welll...  I'm trying to make him more comfortable." 
	"Listen to me honey, your best friend in the world right now is
Eddie, right?"
	"Yeah."
	"We don't make our friends uncomfortable dear.  If Eddie doesn't
want to show you his whole body that's his business.  You would
be offended if he insisted on seeing you naked and you didn't
want to would you?"
	"MOM!  We are friends.  This isn't about sex or nothing.  It's
about art.  I can't paint what I can't see can I?  I have NEVER
seen a real cock before!  If Eddie needed to see my body for a
non-sexual reason I would show him.  See?"
	With that she turned around toward me and squatted down.  She
reached between her youthful thighs and spread her labia apart
with her fingers.  
	She was beautiful and such a pale color of pink!  Her prominent
and quite large clitoris was very obvious and her vagina was
opened for my startled eyes.  There was a glistening around her
nearly hairless opening indicating that she might be a bit more
turned on than her art might require.  
	"See Eddie now you can draw me if you want."
	I couldn't help but be amused.  This little vixen knew all of
the manipulation tricks.  
	Heather spoke, "Kelly, honey, listen.  Eddie doesn't want you to
look at his penis.  He is just protecting you from himself.  He
knows his limits and honors them.  You should too."
	"Listen ladies," I said, "You two are the closest thing I have
to family in the world. I love you both deeply for all the right
reasons.  I really could care less if Kelly, or you Heather, saw
my talley-whacker.  I am just concerned over the effect that it
might have over our relationship.  If that relationship was
damaged I don't know what I'd do."
	"Oh mercy, dear I'm not concerned with that, neither is Kelly, I
don't think.  If you don't mind posing, go ahead and help her
out.  Our relationships might even grow with some of the stigmas
removed.  I certainly don't care if you do it," said Heather.  
	I thought about it for a minute or two.  What difference did it
make after all?  Who cared what we did as long as it was in the
context of the painting?  I was a little concerned over Kelly's
zealousness, but she was essentially harmless with her wants. 
Wasn't she?  Heather certainly didn't care so why should I?  Of
course exposing myself to a kid of 15 was against everything
society imposed on us but what the hell...  
	"OK, I'll do it."
	"Goody," shouted Kelly.  
	Heather just smiled, "OK you two, back to work and behave
yourselves."
	With that she left the room and closed the door.  I had a
fleeting thought about mothers who leave young daughters alone to
get naked with much older men; but Kelly's boundless enthusiasm
wiped away most thoughts of anything other than what she wanted
to do.
	"Come on Eddie lets get started.  Take off your suit so I can
study you." 
	"How do you want me to pose?"               
	"Not at all right now.  Just lay down naked and let me study you
for a while.  OK?"
	"Whatever."
	This was taking on an aura of surreal.  I was living a fantasy
of thirty million men in the world and I was spooked.  
	Standing before me was a petite and very beautiful early teen in
complete and wanton nudity, and she was begging for me to join
her.  I was at a crossroads.  I either had to join her or leave.
I couldn't bear to hurt her feelings.  
	With one movement I stripped the brief from my crotch and stood
exposed to her gaze.  It was most certainly an intense gaze as
well.
What with her recent total exposure, and the very idea of what we
were doing on my mind, my tool was about half-mast.  When I
pulled my pants down my cock flipped up on the waistband and
bobbed for a few seconds.  
	Kelly stood three feet away and stared slack jawed at my
manhood.  I am not unduly endowed, but somewhere in the average
range I suppose.  I am 7 1/2 inches fully erect with a
circumference of 2 inches to my circumcised self.  I had never
considered the aesthetics of my privates before, but was forced
to consider them now as Kelly stared in awe.  She turned her head
left and right, up and down as she considered all of the
textures, scale, heft and dimensions of my semi-erect cock.   
	"Make it bigger for me," she whispered.  
	"Honey I can't just will it to do my bidding.  It takes stimuli
and time for it to erect."
	"What kind of stimuli... like this?"
	With that she reached out and lightly grasped my dick, giving me
several gentle strokes as she did so.  
	With an intense look of concentration she leaned forward and
began stroking my cock with considerable expertise.  I was
shocked to say the least.  My worse fears were being
realized...but suddenly I didn't care so much.  
	The sight of her small hand caressing my scalding hot dick sent
me over the edge of prudence and common sense.  She had wanted
erection and she got erection.  It was the most intense skin
splitting 'I need to come' erection I had ever experienced. 
	Staring down through her small cleavage and her now very erect
nipples, watching her hand move along my length just above her
wantonly exposed and spread wide cunt, was more than I could
stand.  
	I have always been blessed with staying ability but today was
not a normal circumstance. The situation and the view were
conspiring to make my time here short.  Seconds after she began,
I felt the building of semen at the base of my cock.  To make
matters worse, Kelly began stroking my scrotum with feather light
twisting strokes as she beat my meat furiously.
	"Whoa! Whoa!  Whoa!" I called out, "Stop dear I'm gonna come all
over everywhere if you don't stop."
	Tearing her eyes away from my nearly purple member, she looked
up at my loud yelling.  	Regretfully just as she did I lost
control.  Great long spurts of what felt like melting steel
blasted from my tool, spattering up her neck and chin. 
	Following the course of human nature, she looked down to see
what had hit her.  As she did two more large, roping jets of
semen hit her square in the face.  
	She jerked her head back with a look of surprise, but by
instinct, I think, more than anything else, kept pumping her hand
on my cock.  
	As the last of my ejaculate dribbled across her hand and wrist,
she turned her head back up at me with a look of wonderment on
her now soaked face.  Semen dripped from her eyebrows, cheeks and
chin.  She was soaked!
	I was mortified.  A perfectly innocent outing had turned into a
debacle of older man lust.  There was no way we were going to
explain this away as art.  Somewhere, somehow, we had crossed the
line from art to sex - and I was responsible.  I waited to see
her reaction.  I expected revulsion, rejection and
recriminations.  As the rest of the day had gone, I didn't get
what I expected.
	"That was awesome," she said with wonder, "I have read about it
and talked about it with Mom and some of the girls at school, but
I had never seen anyone come before!"
	"Listen, Kelly," I began, "I'm sorry..." 
	She interrupted, "Will you do it again?  This time I'll be ready
and can actually see it coming out?  Will you Eddie, will you
please?"  
	As I stared at her I could see slimy little snail trails of
semen sliding down between her cupcake titties.  I needed time to
think.  I picked up a hand towel off of her worktable and wiped
the still drooling tip of my penis.  
	"Here dear, let me clean you up a bit," I said.  
She stood as I wiped her face with the bit of cloth.  I followed
the trail down between her breasts.  I couldn't help but notice
her conical nipples hardening as I worked.  They were a scant 6"
away from my face as I sat on the chaise.  
	I wiped the last traces of jism from her flat little tummy and
she squatted slightly.  
With a grin she said, "I'm wet down there too."
	"Not today little bit," I answered, "We've already gone too far,
and I need to figure out some things."
	She took my hand with the towel in it and placed it between her
thighs with the back of my hand tight against her pussy.  Her
heat was intense.  Being the truthful lass she was, she wasn't
lying about her wetness either.  
	I was mesmerized.  I dropped the towel and turned my hand over,
cupping her slick, nearly hairless mons.  
	Her back arched, her head lolled back and she sighed, as I slid
my two middle fingers up and bracketed her clitoris.  
	I had plenty of things to sort out about these weird
relationships that had started today.  Time for philosophical
musings later, I guess.  I had work to do now.    

				Next: Chapter 2: The Circle Will Be Unbroken
 




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