And her little slit was going through strange changes! It tickled really hard like she was peeing, but she knew she didn't have to go to the bathroom… except that she could feel wetness between her legs! Where did that come from?
"Oh, Paul, I feel so strange!" she whispered.
Lisa's belly muscles tightened with pleasure, and her limbs started quivering with little spasms. She didn't know what was happening to her! Tremendous amounts of pleasure were thrilling through her little body, but her confusion and fear mounted with the pleasure, and suddenly she felt like her breath was pounding so fast that she couldn't breath.
"Oh, stop! Stop! Please!" she sobbed. She tore herself out of Paul's arms and stood shaking in the center of the room.
"I'm sorry, Lisa!" Paul said. "I didn't mean to scare you! Please forgive me!"
The little girl quickly regained control. "It's all right!" She reached out and took his hand.
"That's okay," Paul said. I understand."
Lisa leaned over and kissed him once more on the lips. "I gotta go make sandwiches. I'll see you tomorrow!"
And then she was gone.
Chapter 3
Paul spent the rest of the day in something like a state of shock. He felt guilty and embarrassed about what he had done with Lisa, but be also felt extremely aroused by the little girl, and he knew nothing could prevent him from seeing her again.
He forced himself to work on some trivial but time-consuming calculations for the computer program until dinner. He went out for supper and had several drinks and returned home to a fitful night's sleep. Re was conscious in the morning of having had many erotic dreams featuring the little girl across the courtyard.
Paul rose early, but couldn't bring himself to eat more than orange juice and coffee for breakfast. He carried the coffee pot and mug to his desk and stared moodily out the window at the empty pool. Finally, around nine, a man he had seen once or twice before came out the back door of Lisa's apartment and crossed the courtyard to the garage. He was blond and round-faced, and Paul recognized him immediately as being Lisa's father. Paul experienced a moment of irrational fear that the man would see him, and only with difficulty did he restrain himself from ducking below the desk. Of course, Lisa's father never glanced towards Paul's window.
Paul never consciously decided to go over to Lisa's house. It was as if someone else had taken his body into the bedroom and dressed it in cotton slacks and a T-shirt. Who commanded his feet to walk across the court, around the pool, stopping at her back door? Who pressed the doorbell?
Lisa answered the door in her nightgown, but she seemed genuinely glad to see him.
"Hi!" she greeted. "You must be up early today! My daddy just left for work!"
"Good morning!" Paul said. Suddenly he felt very strange. He looked at the little girl… she seemed like a perfect stranger, and he Wondered what he was doing there, as if he had sleep-walked.
But little Lisa didn't feel at all ill at ease. She came up to Paul and put her thin arms around-his neck for a kiss, and he bent over to her without thinking. He was aware how much taller he was. Then he felt his arms encircling her warm, soft body and his body was flooded with feelings from his mostly forgotten erotic dreams of the previous night.
He pressed her to him and eagerly sought her lips. Her mouth parted for him and his tongue slowly penetrated her wet pink lips. Her little body pressed against him. She was wearing a thin cotton gown, very short, and her little nipples pressed into him. His hand trailed down her back, over her round asscheeks, and under her gown. He ascertained she was wearing bikini panties of very thin Cotton, and he stroked the crack of her ass through the cotton.
"I was sorry you left. But I wasn't mad!"
"Good! She kissed him again. "I was just gonna have some orange juice. You want some?"
"I'd love some!" Paul laughed.
"Sit down, "she invited seriously.
Paul sat down at the dinette table and watched Lisa preparing frozen orange juice. Her thin flannel gown was baby-pink, and he soon observed that her cotton panties were the same color. She danced around the kitchen barefoot, and every half-minute she found some task requiring her to reach high or bend low, so Paul had plenty of opportunities to study her perfectly rounded little ass under thin panties.
She turned serious eyes on him and said, "I could warm up some of the coffee from breakfast if you'd like some."
The eagerness in her voice suddenly made Paul realize she was playing a part with him. A part learned from thousands hours of watching domestic scenes on television and movie screens. She was playing a half-real, half-fantasy game of "house" with him, and she was offering him coffee as if they were lovers meeting in the kitchen set of a soap opera.
"I'd love some," Paul said, and he felt his sexual arousal growing as he watched the beautiful little blond girl pouring coffee.
She gave him his cup and sat down next to him, crossing one ankle over the other knee and exposing the crotch of her pink panties. The elastic leg-holes were decorated with little lace flowers. He waited to see if her next statement would be more borrowed soap opera dialogue, but she surprised him by starting to talk immediately about sex again.
"Paul, ya know, yesterday when you were playing with my pussy?"
"Yes?"
Well, ya know, I got really wet down there! I had to change my panties when I got home Is that the way it's 'sposed to be?"
Paul chuckled. "It sure is, baby! That's what's supposed to happen when you get turned on!"
"OH!" Lisa looked relieved. "Does that happen to all girls when you play with their pussy?"
"That's right." Paul answered. "It's like when a man gets a bard-on. A man's cock gets big and hard, and a woman's pussy gets wet and juicy. It's to make it easier to fuck. The girl's cunt gets all juicy and slippery so the man's cock can slide into it without hurting her." Sexual excitement thrilled through Paul's body while he talked about sex to the little girl.
"Oh!" she said again. She thought for a moment, and then asked, "Paul, did you have a hard-on yesterday when we were kissing?"
"Yes, I did!" Paul admitted.
Lisa giggled with sexual energy. "I want you to kiss me some more!" she said. Then, remembering her role in the game she was half-playing she stood up and said with mock seriousness, "Let me show you the rest of the house."
She held her hand out to him. He took it, and she led him straight to the bedroom. Lisa stretched out on her bed and invited Paul to join her.
"I want you to kiss me, and touch me, and make me feel good again!" the little whispered to him.
Paul kissed her, his tongue lingering in her pink little mouth. His hands caressed her back and shoulders.
"I can make your little pussy get wet without even touching it!" Pal whispered.
"How?" Lisa asked.
"First of all, by feeling your breasts," he answered. His hand moved around to the front of her body, and he started caressing the soft, firm mounds of her budding breasts. "Does that feel good?"
"Oh, yes, it does!" she said, giggling. She had known there was something "dirty" about breasts, and now she understood why as Paul's fondling filled her young body with pleasure. "Oh, do it some more! It feels so good!"
Paul stroked and gently pinched her little breasts saving the nipples for last, until, she was squirming with joy. Then he used both hands and tenderly pinched both her little nipples, applying gentle pressure until her little nipples were erect as thumbs.
"Oh, I never knew my breasts could feel so good!" she cooed. "My nipples feel all tickly when you do that! Do it some more!"
Paul tugged her little nightgown up almost to her shoulders and fondled her naked breasts. The little mounds of flesh were hardly developed at all, but the nipples were more mature, more like a young woman's.