I rushed back into the house. I had forever been forgetting things and
today seemed to be no different. I had left the pictures behind several times
already and I couldn’t get by with putting them off another day. So when I
remembered I had left them, even though I was nearly a half hour away from
home I rushed back. The house was empty and the rush of cool air from the air conditioner
felt good against my face after riding in the car who’s air conditioner had
quit working last week. Of course it had waited til the hottest week of the
year to do so. I fumbled through the papers on the counter, and then hurriedly checked
the coffee table. Where on earth could I have put them? Then I remembered I
had stuck them in the shorts pocket that were hanging in the closet. I opened the closet door, nothing would remind me more than this search
how desperately I needed to clean this closet out. Clothes were tossed
everywhere. Some were half on hangars, others were hanging on pegs. Shoes
lay at the bottom all crumpled together. No, I wasn’t one for neatness. I
found the shorts and was digging into the pocket when I heard the sounds of
voices in the outer room. Who could it be? Jeff had already gone to work, hours before me. But it
was his distinctive laugh that I heard and I knew it was him. The other voice
was young. A young girl or boy, it was hard to tell. I wanted to rush right
out and find out what was going on but for some reason, staying hidden had its
allure. I waited for short minutes then heard their shoes on the hard wood
floors as they headed right to the room I was in. I grabbed the closet door
and pulled it mostly shut. My curiosity wouldn’t allow me to close it all the
way. The adrenaline started pumping. I was once again that kid playing hide
and seek, trying not to get caught. My bladder all of a sudden became full
and shouting for release. I was sure of discovery if it were only because my
heart was pounding at immeasurable decibels. I could see fairly easily as Jeff came into the room, holding the hand of
a young girl, maybe 12 years old. He had told me several times of his
fantasies about girls this age. I didn’t understand it but never felt the
need to judge him for it. But now, faced with it because I knew this was no
innocent walk into my room, I was so uncertain. She was just as he had described in his fantasy, just beginning to
blossom into womanhood. Her face was round with a smattering of freckles
across her nose and her eyes were wide with wonderment. Her long uncut hair
reached to her waist and lay in waves. I could see her young breasts that
were unfettered beneath a tank shirt. The nipples were pressed against the
cloth and stood firm. Whatever had brought her to this place had excited her,
probably more than she realized. Her bottom was covered in short shorts that
allowed her legs to look twice their length. I could even make out the soft
down of hair that remained on her thighs. His voice was soft, whispery, the same voice he used with me when he was
aroused. I felt my body’s reaction to it. “Are you sure this is what you
want?” I heard him say, and my brain yelled out “No!” She nodded and reached a small hand to his face. That handsome face with
that electric smile that could just look at me and make me melt. I briefly
thought the girl had no choice against those odds. He kept talking, soft and low telling her that making love was suppose to
be a beautiful thing. That he wanted to show her just how beautiful. His hand
was caressing her arms up and down, rhythmically with the sound of his voice.
She was hypnotized. So was I. I had rational thoughts, how could I let him do this to her, this
couldn’t be right. But his gentleness said what was wrong with it. So what
if he deflowered her. Should her first time be like mine, grappling in the
backseat of a car, hurried and over before it started and then left with the
feeling of “Is that all there is?” But this wasn’t right was it? There were no feelings of jealousy as one might expect. He and I had an
understanding of sexuality. One that most people wouldn’t dare adapt. The
ultimate was us sharing with one another, completely. Our time together had
been marked with the fulfilling of every fantasy that each of us had with the
exception of this one. And now I stood hidden watching it unfold before me.
I was alternately excited for him and cloaked with my own misgivings of
impropriety. My excitement won out and I stood outwardly quiet, inwardly shouting. I
sat mesmerized by his slow art of seduction. He stroked her hair, her
shoulders and ran his fingertips along her collarbone, carefully inching his
way lower and lower. He told her how pretty she was. He traced along her
lips and she innocently licked them, unaware of the potent picture she
presented with bottom lip pouting out and slightly moist. I licked my own! His motions were excruciatingly slow and tender. Every movement and
sound of his voice like a lull-a-bye. She reached and placed an untutored kiss to his lips. He put his hands
on the sides of her face and said, “No, like this…” and I watched as his
lips brushed across hers, sliding back and forth, then heard her little gasp
as her mouth opened and his tongue slipped in. Her eyes remained opened then
fluttered shut as the tutelage began. When the kiss was finished, he pulled
back, she remained. Eyes closed, mouth open and breathing a bit faster. Her
hand grabbed her stomach as she slowly opened her glazed eyes and spoke one
word “More!” He complied, kissing her again with a little more fervor. Her small
hands held onto his shoulders as his weight pushed her back on the bed. His
hands began to rub up and down her legs, gently easing them apart. With each
upward stroke he got closer and closer to her shorts til he finally pushed his
hands beneath the hem. She giggled and told him it tickled. The air in the closet began to get hot and I felt sweat trickle down my
back. I tried not to move. I was trapped. It was a little late to let my
presence be known. I wasn’t so sure I wanted it to end this anyway. I wanted
to watch him, I wanted to see how he would carry this out. He never rushed. He never stopped one movement and moved to the next
until he was certain she was comfortable She seemed to have surpassed comfort
and moved right into eager. He cupped her then, hand placed over her zipper and she mewled like a
kitten. He used the palm of his hand against her and began to grind it. We
both watched as her boy-like hips began to move towards his hand. It was obvious she was about to climax so he stopped, not wanting her to
cum just yet. He leaned and whispered something that I couldn’t hear, she nodded her
head in response. I watched, caught between arousal and discomfort, my face heated. My
heart continued to pound as his hands undid her shorts and pulled them down
over her hips. Her instinctive motion was to cover herself. He lifted her
hands away and again told her how beautiful she was and he wanted to look at
all of her. He didn’t touch right away but merely gazed at her. I recognized
his thin hold on control. I couldn’t see her as completely as he could but I could make out the top
part of her pussy lips. The pattern of pubic hair was slight, just a
smattering of hair that remained soft like the down I had seen on her legs a
few minutes ago. Jeff’s face appeared reverent. It was obvious he adored what he was
looking at and it showed in the gentle way he touched. Hi fingers began to
fondle then appeared to dip and as he brought them to his lips I could see the
moisture that was on them. He held them in his mouth for long seconds� then
told her how good she tasted. The blush that rose on her cheeks was
captivating. Her self consciousness faded and I heard again her ask “More!” He lifted her shirt then and revealed two pink hardened nipples on
breasts that were just beginning to form. He cupped each one then held the
nipple between forefinger and thumb and easily rubbed. The inexperienced young girl was lost to his knowing power. Her face
flushed crimson and a fine sheen of sweat developed across her lip. She moved
towards his hands, not knowing what she wanted but instinctively knowing there
was more. His fingertips returned to her small little cunt and he spread her apart
before him. With his right hand he began to make little circles around her
budding clitoris. Her hips began to buck and her mewling turned to moaning. I watched heatedly as his finger slipped inside her pussy. He groaned.
I imagined it must be extremely tight. He moved to position himself at her
side and taking her petite hand he placed it over the bulge in his shorts.
She started to pull away then grasped, fingers touching and grabbing and
wondering. I shifted uneasily and accidentally hit the door. The girl was too
caught up in feeling and hadn’t heard the noise but Jeff had. He saw me and
smiled. That evil grin that said he was glad I was watching. I wondered what
I should do when I saw Jeff put his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion.
He became a showman then. He turned the girl slightly so I could see all of her cunt. He opened
her again and I could see where the moisture had spread to her thighs. His
finger disappeared again inside and he began to move it slowly in and out.
His eyes caught mine and I saw the lust in them. It fueled my own. I knew
how badly he wanted to fuck this little girl. She began to thrash her head from side to side and we both realized her
orgasm was eminent. With his attention now totally fixated on her, he fingered her pussy then
waited. As the first wave hit he bent and let his mouth catch all the hot
warm juice that flowed freely from her little hole. The flow was bountiful and
he sucked and licked every drop of her virginal climax. When the waves passed she lay there spent, arms akimbo and then shyly
opened her eyes. She smiled innocently and said “Can we do that again?” His soft, gentle voice assured her that they would do that and a lot more
but not right now. As he scooted her off to the bathroom I wondered what his
motives were. When she disappeared behind the closed door he spoke in a loud
commanding voice for the first time. “The Art of Seducing a Virgin takes a little time, and you my little
voyeur will get to see it all!” My own body shuddered as wave after wave overtook me with the promise of
more to come.