From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: My Neighbor   
   (M/g, pedo, cons)   
      
      
      
   Written by bobandcarole   
      
      
      
      
      
      
   Prologue   
      
      
   I may never figure it out.   
      
   While I certainly have had my share - or more - of adult lovers over the   
   years, I never have shared the fascination preteen girls always seem to   
   have had with me.   
      
   It makes no sense that such a young girl would understand the way I   
   approach lovemaking (I believe `sex' to be self-gratification, while   
   `making love' is to please your partner - many of my lovers did not seem   
   to recognize that fact until after we'd shared each other).   
      
   After all, how could they? Is this attitude somehow recognizeable to a   
   `child' (at least in the eyes of society)? Or is it a simple matter of   
   responding to someone who treats them with kindness and respect?   
      
   Years ago, at least two young girls (that I remember, anyway) openly   
   tried to seduce me: a nine-year-old who loved to hang all over me, often   
   with her legs around my neck, once quite intentionally moved her shorts   
   aside and shoved her admittedly beautiful little pussy directly into my   
   face... as her mother stood nearby!   
      
   (I always wondered if `mom' had something to do with that.)   
      
   A couple of years before, another nine-year-old - who lived with her   
   mother, brother and a teenaged female cousin in the main house where my   
   then-girlfriend and I rented a studio `apartment' - was watching TV with   
   us one morning when my girlfriend began jacking me off under the covers.   
   No sooner did I whisper, "You know, she can see what you're doing," than   
   Joanne asked my girlfriend, point-blank, "Is he hard?"   
      
   An affirmative answer brought her next question: "Can I hold it?"   
      
   We let her... and that was as far as anything went.   
      
   (I later learned her 15-year-old cousin let her watch discreetly as she   
   [the 15-year-old] fucked countless boyfriends in her bedroom; her aunt   
   downstairs oblivious to her horniness, for whatever reason. Joanne also   
   would confess to asking my girlfriend about me the day before.   
      
   (She wanted only to hold a hard cock at that point, afraid to do   
   anything else.   
      
   (Three years later, she was much more brazen, almost begging me to fuck   
   her [at all of 12 years old!] when we met up again, entirely by   
   accident. I wasn't interested and, up to that point certainly, I had no   
   interest in girls her age.   
      
   (I'd never been into preteens, nor have I ever read Nabokov... of   
   course, I was only in my 20s at the time.)   
      
   Looking back, though, I suppose I should have recognized the   
   predeliction: I love to eat pussy (I love other things, too, but that's   
   a different story), and always have preferred as little hair in the way   
   as possible. At 17, I had a 12-year-old lover. At 21, my girlfriend was   
   15. I had another 15-year-old girlfriend when I was 23.   
      
   Fast forward nearly 20 years: in my 40s now, I still am in pretty good   
   shape and, save for a little grey around the temples, you'd never guess   
   my age. My wife and I have a six-year-old daughter; which is a miracle,   
   considering how often her mother and I do anything.   
      
   That brings me to Jennifer.   
      
      
   Chapter One   
      
      
   Late last summer, Jennifer and her mother lived next door to us. Jen   
   stood about 5' 1" and weighed some 85 pounds. She was and is the most   
   well proportioned girl for her age I'd ever seen: a couple of months shy   
   of her 11th birthday, Jen already had begun to develop breasts, each   
   protruding about an inch from where they'd stood only a few months   
   before.   
      
   It was easy to watch her develop, too: Jennifer had a habit of wearing   
   loose-fitting tops or thin t-shirts and was always forgetting her bra;   
   all of which, of course, left nothing to the imagination.   
      
   Needless to say, that was about the same time that I noticed I was   
   interested in watching.   
      
   Jen constantly was at our house playing with my daughter or borrowing   
   the phone to call a seemingly endless parade of friends and extended   
   family. Her mother had no phone, and Jen, with ours attached to her ear,   
   played the part of teenager to perfection.   
      
   We occasionally let her babysit - albeit briefly - our then-five-year-   
   old, since Jen had demonstrated more maturity than her own 26-year-old   
   sister each time the older girl would drop her baby son off with their   
   mother, only to disappear for hours, or even days; and Jennifer would   
   find herself having to bottle feed, change and otherwise `mother' her   
   little nephew. She got to be quite good at it.   
      
   (This takes on more importance later.)   
      
   Jen's mom, meantime, always seemed to have a bevy of young male studs   
   over to the house; the late 40s woman going through one of the worst   
   mid-life crises I'd ever seen. While she lived there, Jen's big sister -   
   even during her pregnancy - also had a steady stream of boyfriends over   
   to the house, often overnight.   
      
   Sooner or later, Jennifer - whose own father showed up only occasionally   
   - was bound to have her own sexual curiosity piqued.   
      
   My first evidence of that came one weekend afternoon while she visited   
   us: our cat - born at Jennifer's house but living with us, as Jen's   
   sister had heard horror stories about the effects of cat fur and any   
   fleas on pregnant moms and newborns - had perched herself comfortably   
   between Jen's open legs, with her chin and a soft paw nuzzling against   
   our neighbor's young crotch. Jennifer seemed to go out of her way to   
   point this out to me. I decided to take a chance, saying, "Well, that   
   brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, 'happiness is a warm pussy'."   
      
   Jen laughed. Laughed hard. Woke the cat up. I was off the hook for that   
   one, anyway.   
      
   Just a few days later, one of our other cats was spread across my lap.   
   As I was wearing only loose, boxer-style long shorts, Jen apparently   
   decided to check ME out, petting the cat in such a way - the only way   
   possible - that she quite obviously was `petting' me.   
      
   I glanced at her with slight smirk and a raised eyebrow... she grinned   
   and went back to playing with our Nintendo.   
      
   Her intentions were pretty clear to me, anyway... and it didn't take   
   long for me to decide how I would take the next step.   
      
      
   Chapter Two   
      
      
   The following weekend, Jen was over to play again... this time, I made   
   sure I took every opportunity to sit in such a way that she could see   
   easily up my shorts.   
      
   She, in turn, took every opportunity to peek... sometimes staring to   
   distraction.   
      
   I had a good cum jacking off that night (about my only `action' at that   
   point) while imagining what Jennifer might do if she could do more than   
   just look.   
      
   By this time, her mother was babysitting our daughter regularly while   
   mom and I were at work... that's where our trust with Jennifer came in.   
   Often, when I would drop my little girl off, Jen's mom was still asleep;   
   while Jennifer would lie on the couch where she often slept, preferring   
   it to her own bed. Completely comfortable with me by now, Jen no longer   
      
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