"Relax!" he whispered. "Just relax and concentrate on the good feelings!"
His finger slid back and forth across her erect little clit, stirring her slit-lips with the fingertip. Lisa was squirming and shivering and her pretty blond head rolled from side to side, eyes half-closed arid glazed with pleasure.
"Oh! Ooooooohhhh!" she moaned. "Feels so good! Cunt feels good! Oohh! Oh, Paul!"
She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, jerking and moaning with pleasure.
Paul could feel her orgasm coming through her trembling limbs. Her belly muscles knotted under his arm. His hand massaged her throbbing clit and her virgin slit bubbled joy juice.
"Ooohh! Aaahh! ooohh, fuck! Aoh, Paul! Ah! Oh! Oh, Paul! Ah! Ah! A-a-h-h! Oh," Lisa was on the verge of orgasm when the telephone started ringing.
Paul's heart leaped into his throat, and he jerked involuntarily to his feet, his head reeling. Lisa gasped, shuddering. She stood still for a moment staring at Paul with gaping eyes as the phone bell pounded in their heads.
Paul stared down at the little girl on the bed. Her long blond hair was tangled on the pillow. Her half-grown breasts trembled as she breathed the red nipples swollen with passion. Her slender belly was knotted, and her little panties were pushed halfway down her slim hips, showing the top of her cream-colored pubic hair. A dark spot in the crotch showed where the love-juice had soaked through.
The telephone kept on ringing.
Lisa leaped out of bed, grabbed a terrycloth robe, and ran for the kitchen phone.
"H-hello?" she gasped. "Oh, h-hi, Daddy! No I'm fine! I… I was out in the pool and I heard the phone ringing!"
Paul still stood by the bed, staring at the place where the little girl had lain. He looked down at his own body-his hard-on was pressing against his pants, and a spot of moisture stained the material near the tip of his cock. He could still feel Lisa's fingertips pulsating around the swollen knob.
"Oh, you're gonna be home early? Ooohh, goody! What are we gonna do? Ooohh goody-goody! Oh, hurry home dadd!"
Paul took a deep breath and forced himself to walk out of the apartment. He did not look at Lisa as he left. It took great effort not to run across the courtyard to his own door.
Back inside his own kitchen, Paul allowed himself to sink into a chair. A thousand turbulent emotions surged through him.
"Jesus Christ!" he exploded. "Paul Evans, what the fuck do you think you're doing? What if that little girl's father bad come home early without calling? Where would you be right now?"
He realized his whole body was shaking. He stumbled to the cabinet where he kept his liquor supply and poured himself a hefty amount of scotch, drinking it.off with trembling hands. Then he went into the living room and sat at the desk. His glance fell out the window to the pool, to Lisa's back door. He got up and pulled the shade across the window over the desk.
This was a warning, he told himself. Let it be a warning. Don't let this happen again. Leave her alone. Don't even think about her. Get to work! Finish those calculations.
He turned on the light over the desk and tried to work. But his mind refused to forget the creamy feel of her little cunt, the excitement of her trembling little clit as it swelled with pleasure. Nor would his cock forget her touch. It stayed hard as a rock, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his task at hand.
Chapter 4
That night was a nightmare to Paul. No matter how hard he tried, be was unable to concentrate on his calculations. By late afternoon he was almost out of his mind with guilt, confusion, and lust. He desperately wanted to forget all about Lisa-but even more he wanted to possess her.
At sundown Paul went out and ranged the lonely Los Angeles street, finally settling in a dark bar in Santa Monica, where he drank a number of straight scotches. But he still felt dead sober when he finally drove home and fell into bed.
Sleep was a long time coming, and it arrived in fits and starts, the early dreams filled with visions of lovely blond little girls. Paul awakened once with a bulging erection, but when he wrapped his hand around it, it collapsed into a cold limp broken thing. Finally, long after midnight, he drifted into a restless but continuous slumber.
He thought he was still dreaming when he awoke and found Lisa standing beside his bed, especially since she was wearing her nightgown.
"Oh, go away!" he moaned. "Leave me alone!"
He closed his eyes and then reopened them, but the vision of the lovely child refused to vanish from his bedside. A look of genuine concern clouded the child's lovely face, and she tenderly reached out a soft white little hand and stroked his sweat-streaked brow.
"Are you sick, Paul?" she asked. "What's the matter?"
Paul blinked his gritty eyes several times and sat up in bed, staring at the little girl.
"Lisa! Lisa, what are you doing here?"
He longed to take the child in his arms and press her small perfect body to his. She was wearing a different nightgown-a filmy white nylon gown that barely covered her little ass, which was encased in tight bikini panties. The gown was transparent and her girlishly immature breasts with their large nipples could clearly ‘be seen. She had a terrycloth bathrobe thrown over her shoulders for the walk across the courtyard, but it concealed nothing.
"I came to see you!" Lisa said. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "I was afraid when you ran away like that yesterday! I was afraid you didn't like me anymore! Did I do something wrong?"
"Lisa…" Paul began, but he couldn't find the words to tell this lovely child what was in his heart. "You didn't do anything wrong, Lisa! Nothing! If anybody did anything bad, it was me!"
Lisa frowned. "I don't understand! You didn't do anything I didn't want you to do!"
Lisa shivered and reached for the top of the blanket. "I'm cold! Let me get in bed with you!" The little girl grabbed the bedding arid threw it back, revealing Paul's naked body.
In spite of his confusion, Paul's body was reacting predictably to Lisa's nearness-he was starting to get an erection. Lisa stared fascinated for a moment, and then jumped in beside him, after dropping the bathrobe, and pulled up the covers.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" Lisa asked, putting her arms around Paul's neck.
Paul wanted to protest-he really did! He knew what his involvement with Lisa could lead to-prison, disgrace, the destruction of his whole life and career. He knew some people would say that he was surely destroying the little girl's life as well… or worse. But when Paul Evans felt that slim warm young body slide in next to his, his resolution melted, and he took her in his arms and searched for her little mouth with his lips.
She responded eagerly to his kiss, and soon lie felt her tongue burning in his mouth, caressing, licking. He seized the little tongue with his lips and caressed it with his own, until the young girl was squirming with passion.
Obviously her father's phone call interrupting their sex play the day before had had less effect on Lisa than on Paul. She clearly wanted to start right up where they left off! Taking his hand in hers, she pressed it to her breast.
"Please touch me, Paul!" she whined. "My nipples felt so good when you played with them yesterday! You made them get all hard! Remember?"
Paul felt like he was losing all control of his movements. His hand started to caress Lisa's breast, until he felt her nipple pucker under his fingers.
"Yes! Like that! Lisa moaned. "Pinch my nipples between your fingers, Paul!"
Embracing her slender body with one arm, Paul fondled the child's nipples with the other hand. Lisa kept squirming around in the bed, rubbing her legs against Paul's groin.
With a tremendous effort, Paul pulled himself away from the little girl. He disentangled his arms and then pushed her away, moving to the other side of the bed and sitting up, pulling the sheet quickly around his swollen cock.
"Please, Lisa!" he moaned.