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   Karen a Little Girl (Ped)   
   Written by Lensman.   
      
   This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are   
   fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely   
   coincidental.   
      
   I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):   
   I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to   
   come to harm.   
      
   Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.   
      
      
      
      
   Karen:   
      
   I couldn't believe what I was doing as I absently sipped my coffee and   
   stared out of my kitchen window. I was watching Karen, the gorgeous   
   twelve-year-old from over the street, jumping rope with her friends outside   
   the front of my house.   
   I just couldn't help it, I watched her avidly as she jumped up and down   
   over the swirling rope causing her small budding breasts to jiggle and   
   bounce in time under her cropped white T-shirt. Her taut, smooth stomach   
   showed between the cropped top and her tight pale blue cotton shorts. Her   
   long, soft-looking golden-red hair was tied in a ponytail to the small of   
   her back and danced playfully with each graceful jump, and her lithe legs,   
   looking tanned golden and perfect, flashed with each move she made.   
   For one forever moment the whole world seemed to stop to allow me the time   
   to watch and appreciate the simple perfection of this beautiful girl at   
   play.   
      
      
   Suddenly, for no apparent reason, she looked up. She looked straight at me   
   as I stood staring out of my window at her. She stopped jumping rope and   
   stared for a brief moment and then smiled back at me. I felt my heart   
   pounding in my chest and my knees grow weak. She smiled at me and then   
   waved, and I knew she knew I was watching her, and she thought it was   
   alright. I smiled and waved briefly and then turned away from the window as   
   I did my best to regain my composure. What the hell was happening to me?   
   Why did this little girl have such an effect on me?   
      
   I was startled from my introspection by a light knocking at my front door.   
   I opened it and was surprised to see Karen standing there smiling.   
   "Hi Mr. Mann," she smiled breathlessly, she blushed lightly and boldly   
   asked, "can I get a glass of water?"   
   "Certainly Karen," I smiled, feeling a heat rising to my own cheeks as I   
   looked out onto the street and saw the other two girls still standing there   
   giggling to each other while they watched us. "What about your friends?"   
   I asked and felt my blush grow worse.   
   "They've got to be home soon," Karen said, and then turned and waved to   
   them as they turned and ran off giggling.   
      
   Up close Karen looked even more stunning; her slender four-and-a-half-foot   
   frame showed no hint of any excess body fat. Her long shiny hair was the   
   colour of burnished copper and her lightly tanned heart-shaped face held   
   a sprinkling of freckles over her cute nose and cheeks. Her lips were full   
   and a perfect cupid's bow, and her eyes were limpid pools of dark brown,   
   that I could have happily drowned in.   
      
   I showed her into the kitchen and got her a glass of water, and then   
   returned to sipping my own mug of coffee while leaning back against the   
   countertop. Karen stood by the kitchen sink sipping from her glass of water   
   and looking out towards her own house across the street. "You have a nice   
   house Mr. Mann," she said turning to face me smiling.   
   "Thank you Karen," I smiled back at her and thought how much nicer it was   
   with her standing in it. "You know Karen," I said on impulse, "you don't   
   have to call me Mr. Mann, you can call me Andrew if you'd like"   
   "Andrew?" she asked, as if she was unsure about using it.   
   "Yep," I chuckled lightly, "old guys like me do have first names too you   
   know."   
   "You're not that old, Mr..." she protested smiling, and then corrected   
   herself, "err, I mean Andrew!"   
      
   I had to smile at her flattery; I knew how many grey hairs were scattered   
   over my head. "Well," I asked, still smiling, "how old do you think I am   
   Karen?"   
   "I dunno," she said hesitantly and delicately nibbled on her lower lip,   
   "maybe... thirty?"   
      
   I smiled again at her generous flattery while I watched her nibble and   
   wondered what it would be like to softly kiss those sensual lips. "Nope," I   
   shook my head still smiling, "I'm 36!"   
   "No way!" she exclaimed incredulously, her beautiful eyes wide, "You don't   
   look that old."   
   "Thank you," I smiled and blushed again as I rinsed my coffee mug in the   
   sink, "but I assure you I am."   
   "Well," she sighed as she drained her glass, "I guess I should be getting   
   home, mum will be upset if she comes home and finds I haven't done my   
   homework." I smiled sympathetically and then showed her to the door.   
      
   As we stood on the threshold, I had no idea what to say to her. "Thank you   
   for the water Mr... err,  I mean Andrew," Karen stammered again smiling up   
   at me.   
   "You're most welcome Karen," I smiled, "you can visit anytime."   
      
   I watched her walk over the street to her house, watched her perfect firm   
   round butt flex under the blue cotton of her tight shorts. I watched her   
   turn at her gate and give me a bright smile and a brisk wave before   
   disappearing inside. I felt a pang of loss when she was out of sight, what   
   was it about this girl that so entranced me?   
      
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   Over the next few days, whenever Karen and I would see each other we would   
   exchange smiles and waves, or greetings if we were close enough. I also   
   noticed she was playing outside of my house more frequently, unless that   
   was simply because I was looking out of the windows more.   
      
   The following Friday afternoon, when I got home from work early, there was   
   a surprise knock at my front door. I opened it to reveal Karen stood there   
   looking beautiful as ever. She was wearing a pale pink T-shirt and a pair   
   of denim shorts.   
      
   "Hi Andrew," she said almost sadly.   
   "Hello Karen," I said, surprised but delighted that she was here again, but   
   I could see something was bothering her. "Please come in," I continued as   
   I stepped aside.   
      
   Karen walked in past me straight to the lounge and sat on the sofa. I   
   closed the door and followed her to see that she was sat with her knees   
   together with her elbows resting on them and was resting her chin on her   
   palms staring morosely at the bookshelves containing my collection of   
   DVD's.   
      
   "What's wrong Karen?" I asked softly as I sat on the sofa next to her.   
   "Mom and Dad are going out for the night," she said half sad, half angry.   
   "They said that I was too young to watch my little brother, so they were   
   going to get a babysitter. They never trust me and always treat me like a   
   little baby too." She hid her face in her hands; trying to hide the tears   
   I knew must be welling in her eyes.   
      
   I didn't know what I should do for the best. I gently began to stroke her   
   back, trying to soothe and comfort her. "Maybe," I said tentatively, "maybe   
   they thought you would want to play with your friends instead of looking   
   after your brother."   
      
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