Part 13 (2/2)
In the viewer I was again seeing through her eyes. She shrugged off a heavy woolen coat immediately upon entering the foyer of some building, tossed it on a chair near the front door and looked back at the man behind her. I recognized him from my own experience of the last two weeks: FBI Agent David Campbell. He was more deliberate and hung his coat on a rack. They were in the commuter lounge, empty as usual because most local students preferred the dorm population to their own company.
The girl, tall for a ten year old, stood close to the large young man and grinned into his face. aBut you know itas true,a she said insistently, obviously continuing a discussion begun earlier. aYouave been briefed. Iam really not ten years old and you donat have to treat me like a little girl.a He shook his head. aIave been told some strange things about you and your cousin, Alice, things I donat think about because frankly theyare incredible, whoever says so! As far as Iam concerned, youare just what you appear to be: a kid no older than my brotheras daughter.
Clara had improved the gla.s.ses again. I could feel the tension in my own face when Alice scowled, as she did now. She went into the main room where she flopped on a davenport, one leg half raised against the back of it while the other splayed to the floor. Her skirt bunched up to reveal shapely legs from white anklets to panties. She obviously knew what she was doing, because she ran fingertips along one inner thigh and stared up at the man, who took a chair nearby.
He groused, aIam not supposed to be talking to you, except in an emergency. h.e.l.l, Iam not even supposed to follow you in here, at least not into the same room. You know all that, donat you?a She shrugged. aI donat care about your rules.a He took a breath and asked patiently, aWhat was so urgent, Alice?a aDoes your brotheras daughter sit in your lap?a she asked, now palming the thigh and kneading it.
aSometimes, sure.a he replied in a distracted voice, his attention riveted on the exhibition before him.
aAnd squirm around deliberately?a aDeliberately? I, ah, I donat a”a aDoes she m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e?a His eyes widened in shock. aWhat? How would I know? She, she must be too young for a”a aMany girls start at that age,a Alice persisted, a finger now tracing a crease in the front of her panties. aThey discover the pleasure even before they develop hair or b.o.o.bs.a Campbell gawked as the girlas hand slipped beneath the elastic top of her panties.
She asked as if continuing the statement, aYouad put a grown man in jail for violating a ten year old, wouldnat you, Davy?a It was a reasonable question to ask a lawman but she spoke the words distantly. She brazenly began to diddle herself.
aYes, of course!a he replied with a nervous squeak, mouth agape. aSuch guys should be shot!a aBut which is the greater sin a” ravis.h.i.+ng a young body or corrupting an innocent mind?a She stared at him intently.
His mouth sagged, eyes following the masturbating fingers, but he managed a copas response. aThe law does not make a distinction. The age of consent is specific.a aThe age of consent!a Alice exclaimed. She wriggled languidly against the fist in her panties. aItas the mind that drives s.e.x, not the body. Canat you imagine a b.o.o.bless grown woman who has shaved her p.u.b.es to resemble a ten year old? Would she not meet your age criterion?a Campbell shook his head as if to clear it. He smiled broadly. aYes, thatas true, but why would an adult man be s.e.xually interested in a hairless and t.i.tless female body?a Alice uttered a small gasp and her body stiffened momentarily. Iall say Clara had improved these gla.s.ses a” I even felt a tingle!
The girl retrieved her hand from the panties and raised it to her face to suck on the forefinger.
aWhy? For curiosity, perhaps,a she answered with a lascivious grin. aEspecially if close up the woman could not be distinguished from a real ten year old.a aThat would be a perversion!a the man objected, yet his voice faltered.
aYes,a Alice cooed seductively, awouldnat it?a He stared blankly at her then stood and moved toward the hallway, perhaps seeking to put some distance between himself and the young temptress on the couch.
aYour aunt is waiting for you,a he said without turning to her.
aShe knows I sometimes stop at the library.a Alice got to her feet and moved silently to stand behind him, adding in childish tones, aWe have at least two hours, Davy.a She caressed his back.
He emitted a squawk and faced her. She stood close, more than a head shorter than he, her ponytail not quite grazing his chin. She took his hand in hers.
aI know a private place we can go,a she said softly with head against his chest. aAnd I know how to keep secrets better than anyone in the FBI.a With hands gently on her shoulders he held her back to gaze into eyes that were limpid and inviting, judging by the reflected expression in his own.
aThis is not right,a he said unconvincingly, even to himself.
Without a word of retort she took his hand and pulled him along the hallway to a door with flaking green paint. It opened to reveal a narrow, dusty staircase that led to an upper level above the lounge.
aTim and I discovered this place last week,a she exclaimed in a tone of rising excitement. She closed the door behind them and pushed him up the stairs before her.
The stairs opened into a desolate windowless room, empty except for a wooden chair, a table and a bed at the head of which lay a rolled up, striped mattress. Campbell seemed reluctant to leave the head of the stairs, but Alice thrust him inside.
aNo one ever comes here,a she whispered encouragingly yet with a hint of caution.
aHow would you know?a he objected. aYouare as new to the university as I.a He surveyed the place like a cop, which took just seconds considering the small, bare s.p.a.ce. When he turned to the bed he found that Alice had rolled down the mattress and was sitting upon it demurely with hands in lap. He stood awkwardly in front of the girl and glanced at the stairway.
aRelax, Davy. I bolted the door from the inside.a aWhat is this place?a aTim and I think it was meant for an after-hours guard or caretaker. But they found they didnat need him.a She patted a spot next to her.
aAlice,a he began and then fell silent.
Clearly whatever had induced him to accompany the girl up the stairs was rapidly dissipating. Alice pulled on his arm. He sat stiffly beside her, leaning slightly away. She put her arms around his neck to bring him close.
aLetas start by kissing,a she breathed against his lips.
He moved away abruptly and almost stood. aPlease, Alice! Youare too small.a aToo small? At least you didnat say too young. Iad like to experience something big, Davy. Do you have it? Iam not a virgin, you know. You wonat hurt me.a aNot a virgin!a He laughed scornfully. aWhat have you tried, the little boy next door?a She smiled. aYou guys would have a record of that, I expect.a She held up her forefingers about a foot apart. aWould you believe a” I mean, Iave used a kielbasa this long.a aYou a” Youare pulling my leg. You couldnat begin to get that in you.a aCanat I? Yours isnat that long, is it, Davy?a aAh, not quite.a aOoo! Iall bet itas lovely.a aG.o.d, kid, do you have any idea what youare doing to me?a aMaking that lovely thing hard as a rock, I hope.a aOh, Jesus!a Whether because of curiosity or l.u.s.t or more likely both, the man surrendered. Sadly declaiming, aYouare proving one thing: I for sure donat belong in the FBI!a he embraced the girl for a kiss and ran his free hand up an illicit, smooth thigh until finger tips found her panties and the soft l.a.b.i.a. I heard one small thud on the wooden floor and then another as Alice kicked off her boots. They leaned back onto the mattress, kissing pa.s.sionately, his hand inside the panties, fingers exploring the hairless groin.
aKiss me down there!a she gasped. aYouall never find one fresher.a In an instant he was on his knees pulling the panties down graceful young legs that dangled off the bed. With trembling hands he pushed up the skirt to see more clearly the naked, puffy lips with c.l.i.t hood protruding invitingly. Doubtlessly he was familiar with the anatomy but never one so new, except perhaps glances stolen of careless sisters. He paused to gaze, tongue extended, then set to work with deft, practiced kisses, licks and gentle sucking. Alice responded immediately, squirming in delight, groans quickly reaching a crescendo until she cried aloud and pushed insistently at his head.
aDo it now!a she pleaded in a ragged voice, pulling on his ears, wanting him atop her.
But her lover had sudden second thoughts even as he undid the belt and unb.u.t.toned his fly. When he raised his head to look at the girl he discovered she had undone her blouse to expose a flat chest with small nipples surmounting vague puffiness. As if in a dream he continued to expose himself, pus.h.i.+ng down trousers and underpants, but his mighty manhood began to shrivel at the sight of a half naked ten year-old.
aI canat do this,a he moaned to the girl, who raised herself on elbows to a.s.sess the problem.
aJesus Christ, man!a she exclaimed in outrage. aYou canat leave me hanging!a aIam sorry, Alice,a he said resolutely, although his hand caressed a soft thigh. aI canat f.u.c.k a child.a aGet up here!a she commanded like an angry aunt and grabbed his arms.
He rose to his feet and then lay beside her on his back with no evident intention to proceed further. Alice had other plans. She knelt above him with a hand grasping his soft member. After several futile pumps she leaned down to take the head of it into her mouth. This had the desired effect, and it quickly grew to seven or more hard inches. With a determined look on her attractive face she swung a leg over the man and wriggled the pole into her until she sat comfortably upon his groin.
aMarvelous!a she exclaimed, a note of triumph in her voice. aJust marvelous!a With the deed done, Campbell seemed to relax and enjoy the experience. He ran his hands up and down the girlish thighs and began to thrust urgently. When she leaned down to kiss him, he embraced her and finally f.u.c.ked in earnest. His powerful, lengthy jabs did not cause her any distress. Moaning excitedly, she covered his face with kisses. Her o.r.g.a.s.m was not dramatic or particularly loud; a delighted aEek!a marked her finale. Campbell, however, roared like a bull soon afterwards Alice sat upright atop him as the p.e.n.i.s wilted inside her. She appeared to be very pleased with herself.
aIave wondered what it would feel like to have this small body f.u.c.ked by a large c.o.c.k,a she announced in high spirits. aThe first time it happened I was too drunk to really appreciate it.a His l.u.s.t abated, Campbellas troubled expression revealed conflicting emotions; fear of the consequences, disgust at himself and love for the impish girl-woman. He reached up to finger a boyish nipple.
aI could get a place for us, Alice,a he said fawningly. aSomewhere we could meet together. It would be exciting to watch your body grow to adulthood.a aI doubt you could afford that on a copas pay, Davy,a she responded cruelly as she dismounted. aAnd besides I know being around you all the time would bore me. I was just curious. You did a good job, but this was a one-shot experiment, a one-night stand, if you know what I mean.a The manas face betrayed both anger and consternation. aYou canat mean you just used me for your own pleasure!a he exclaimed indignantly. aI suggest you think over my offer more seriously.a aCanat I mean it?a Her menacing expression was reflected in his wide eyes. aThis never happened, Davy. If you insist that it did, youall be very sorry. I suggest you think that over!a
Chapter 10: And a Little Child Shall Lead Them.
When the last seminar of the day finally ended, I remembered my appointment with the dean and hurried across the campus, egged on by the bl.u.s.tery cold day and my interest in teasing Margery Holmes. Sitting at the offset secretaryas desk, she looked up from a book as I closed the door behind me. To my dismay her face failed to dissolve in its familiar fond smile.
aWhat is it, Tim?a she demanded.
aUh, time for my monthly check-in. Donat I have a standing appointment?a She sighed and licked oddly tense lips. aProfessor Dell is not here, Tim. I mean heas no longer dean of Graduate Studies.a Although she usually did business from behind her desk, now she rose and came to me in the middle of the room. The pretty blonde was clearly fl.u.s.tered. Always before she had seemed to enjoy my friendly and precocious teasing when I came to visit Professor Dell. She reacted by tousling my hair and commenting on what a apretty boya I was, laughing when I pretended annoyance. Today, however, she acted as though I were an adult, or at least someone responsible enough to understand grave matters.
She placed a hand on my shoulder and lowered her head slightly to look directly into my face. She was six inches taller than I.
aMen with badges took him away this morning,a she whispered as if people were eavesdropping in the hall. aI canat imagine what itas all about. No one has told me a thing except that Professor Buckholtz from the Philosophy Department is to be the interim dean. He wonat be here until tomorrow. What do you suppose has happened?a The lilac aroma of the woman excited me. I inched a little closer.
aItas either s.e.x, money or politics,a I said flippantly, also whispering.
aPolitics?a Her cute nose wrinkled in incomprehension.
aMaybe heas a spy,a I said in a very low voice with my face almost touching hers.
aWhat kind of spy?a she asked incredulously.
The Cold War had not quite begun. The Soviet Union was still a valiant, suffering nation in the eyes of most Americans, an att.i.tude that would soon change with the Berlin Airlift.
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