From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: GOOD NEIGHBORS 1   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
   	I didn't think much of the doorbell ringing at 2:45 that afternoon.  I   
   work out of my apartment and Federal Express and UPS are constant   
   interruptions.  To my surprise, one of the neighbor girls was there, in   
   her school uniform with a backpack full of school books.   
   	"Can I come in Mr.  Abernathy?" she asked shyly.  "I forgot my key and   
   mom won't be home 'til six."   
   	I pushed the door open.  Great, another interruption.  I was never   
   going to finish my project.  "Sure.  Make yourself at home," I lied.   
   "When's your sister going come home?"  I knew these girls, this one was   
   Roxanne, a twelve-year old brunette nymphet who was just starting to   
   grow little breasts on her tiny little torso.  The other one, Jodi, was   
   seventeen, blonde, and stacked.   
   	"She's off with her boyfriend, Gary," Roxanne said, tossing her bookbag   
   on the couch.   
   	"Oh.  Well I've got a lot of work to do.  Maybe you can do some   
   homework while I get back to my paperwork."  I felt sorry for her.  I   
   was too abrupt.  If her sister had stopped by I would have paid lots of   
   attention to her.  "Do you want something to drink?"   
   	"Have any soda?"  She flopped down on the couch, putting her feet on   
   the coffee table.  I could see white underwear as her plaid skirt   
   parted.  I averted my eyes.  She was only twelve.   
   	I returned from the kitchen with her drink.  She had taken off her   
   uniform jacket, but her face was still red.  She must have run up the   
   stairs.   
   	"What size shoes do you wear Mr.  Abernathy?"  she asked.   
   	"That's a strange question," I said.  I was both self-conscious and   
   proud of my feet.  Although I'm only six feet tall, I wear size fourteen   
   shoes.  I told her the size.   
   	"Fourteen is good," she said.   
   	I smiled, puzzled, and went back to my desk.   
   	"Mr.  Abernathy," she said, before I could even pick up a piece of   
   paper.  "I have a business deal for you."   
   	I turned my head toward her.  What business offer could a pigtailed   
   child have?  Did she want to sell me Girl Scout cookies?  Why did I let   
   her in?   
   	"You see," she said, standing up and brushing wrinkles from her blouse,   
   "I'm mad at my sister, so I want to get back at her.  She broke the   
   antique clock that Mom got from her grandmother and I got blamed for it.   
   So I'm going to get her back."   
   	"Roxanne, I have work to do.  If you don't mind...."   
   	"I'm almost finished," she said.  "You see, Jodi really likes her   
   boyfriend, Gary, and, well, he is kind of cute.  I want to take him away   
   from her.  I know she won't let him screw her.  All she does is give   
   hand jobs and I think he wants more."   
   	I had seen Gary around.  He was also seventeen.  Of course he wanted   
   more than handjobs.   
   	"Yesterday I told Gary he could do whatever he wants with me, but he   
   said no."   
   	I almost told her that she was too young to be thinking such thoughts   
   and that Gary had the right idea.  Instead, I wanted to see where she   
   went with this idea.   
   	"He laughed at me at first.  Then he told me he was too big for me and   
   he'd never fit inside me.  I asked him why he thought that and he said   
   because he had a really big dick and you could tell because he has size   
   twelve feet.  I think he was trying to scare me away or something.  But   
   I came up with an idea.  You see, I remember seeing you around the   
   building and noticing how big your feet were, so I figured you must be   
   really big.  You could stretch me out first, then he wouldn't have any   
   excuse.  Y'know?  I can pay you my lunch money."   
   	By the time she had finished saying all this, she was standing right   
   next to me as I sat at my desk.  The top two buttons of her plain, white   
   dress shirt were undone and I could see a little of her chest.  She was   
   too small to have any cleavage.   
   	"I don't think this is a good idea," I started, but she shut me up by   
   leaning forward and kissing me lightly on the lips.   
   	"The least you could do is show me how to kiss."   
   	Even though she was twenty-two years younger than I, I thought the idea   
   wasn't too bad.  Who would if faced with such a situation?  I kissed   
   her, parting her lips with my tongue and gently stroking hers.  She   
   pulled away for a second, maybe she didn't know about French kissing,   
   but she quickly got into the pleasure of it and kissed harder.  Our   
   tongues explored and entwined and I tasted cherry cola in her mouth.   
   	The kiss continued and she leaned against me.  I put my arms around her   
   and put her on my lap, still convinced I was going to tell her to   
   abandon this crazy idea.  When I lifted her I realized how little she   
   was.  I was definitely going to tell her to stop when the kiss was over.   
   	Roxanne had a different idea, however.  She shifted her weight, landing   
   her ripe little rump on my swiftly growing penis.  Somehow my hand was   
   on one of her tiny little tits.  It was small, firm, and the nipple was   
   already hard.  I could feel her heart beating rapidly.   
   	"I'm ready for it," she said, when the kiss ended.  Unable to stop   
   myself, I unbuttoned her blouse.  She wore a training bra that hooked in   
   the back.  I removed her shirt, but left the bra on, kissing between her   
   little breasts.   
   	Picking her up I cradled her like an infant.  She only weighed about   
   eighty pounds.  With ease I carried her to the bedroom.  I gently put   
   her on the bed and tugged off her plaid skirt.  Her underwear came with   
   it and I saw some light, silky hairs beginning to grow over her plump   
   little mons.  I couldn't resist.  I bent down and licked her there.  I   
   could feel her squirm as I tongued the moist little cleft of her cunt   
   lips.  She tasted fresh and sweet, like honeysuckle smelled.  I reached   
   up, closing a hand over one of her breasts, again feeling her erect   
   nipple and beating heart.   
   	The different sensations of my tongue and my hand on flesh that had   
   never been stimulated quickly sent this little girl--this almost woman,   
   into a frantic orgasm.  She beat her little fists against the bed, then   
   grabbed my hair and pulled me harder against her.  From deep within her,   
   she shuddered--her first orgasm.   
   	I lay down next to her, my hand on her small stomach, which still shook   
   with the final spasms of her orgasm.   
   	The pressure of my dick inside my jeans was almost excruciating.  I   
   unzipped and pulled them off.  Another motion and my shirt was gone.  We   
   were naked, except for Roxanne's training bra, which I had designs for.   
   	Gently I kissed her.  She had recovered from cumming and was eager to   
   learn more.  I pulled down her bra and two small tits poked out.  Her   
   little nipples peeked out, ready for my mouth.  I complied with their   
   unspoken request and (while I put on a lubricated condom) tongued her   
   little buds until her hips started bucking again.  Grabbing her training   
   bra, I pulled her up into a kneeling position, hauling her on top of me   
   as I lay on my back.   
      
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