From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: preteen   
      
      
       My story begins the summer of my 26th year.  It was my first experience   
   with a pre-teen girl.  Her name was Charlotte.  Charlotte was twelve years   
   old and a real cutie.  Her light brown hair was accented by stunning hazel   
   eyes set against her creamy skin.  Her cute pug nose was liberally   
   sprinkled with freckles.  She smiled through full red lips and a perfect   
   smile.   
      
       I was introduced to her on a warm June day.  The first time I saw her I   
   noticed she had only just begun to develop out of her little girl body.   
   Her pre-teen nipples teased ever so subtly through her t-shirt.  I doubt   
   anyone even noticed them the way I did that summer day.  Her little breasts   
   were hard to see at first glance and yet I found myself trying to catch a   
   little peek any chance I got.  I wondered why I even bothered.  What I   
   didn't know then but realize now, is that I was drawn to the anticipation   
   of her budding female treasures.   
      
       She had come to spend the summer with our neighbors the Vegas.   
   Charlotte had a high-pitched carefree laugh.  It wasn't long after she'd   
   settled in with the Vega's that she began to bring her three-year-old   
   cousin Mary over to play with my son also three.  My boy had grown up with   
   Mary and they were best friends.  Little Mary was the reason Charlotte had   
   come to visit that faithful summer.   
      
       Charlotte's summer job was to watch over Mary while her aunt worked the   
   day shift at the factory along with my wife Lisa.  I worked swings so it   
   was easy to manage time with the kids.  We were very close with the Vega's   
   so having Charlotte and Mary come over to swim it was not out of the   
   ordinary.  In fact the situation was perfect.  Being the adult I could   
   watch all of the kids' during the day including Charlotte.  The Vega's   
   trusted my wife Lisa and I implicitly and shouldn't they?   
      
       It took about a week for us to settle into a daily routine.  Charlotte   
   and Mary would come over to play in the pool.  The "pool" was nothing more   
   then a wadding pool but the little ones loved it.  Charlotte and Mary came   
   over in t-shirts and bathing suits.  Charlotte and I would ready the pool   
   then sit and talk.  Sometimes Charlotte would throw water on her shoulders   
   to cool down.  We would get into competitive splashing contests to see who   
   got the wettest.  We chased each other around the pool as the little ones   
   laughed at us.  It was during these playful romps and talks that I first   
   noticed Charlotte and I had developed a special bond.   
      
       One day while taking in the sun Charlotte she turned innocently to me   
   and asked, "How old were you when you had your first girlfriend?" I glanced   
   over to see those beautiful hazel eyes squinting through the sun's glare. I   
   noticed the freckles on her cute nose had grown more pronounced as the   
   summer progressed.  Charlotte's body and mannerisms matched her   
   intoxicatingly innocent voice.  That day I looked at this beautiful   
   creature and could swear she looked like an angel.  She waited for a   
   response but I took my time pondering what relevance this had to anything   
   we were doing that day.  Having no idea what she was getting at I answered,   
   "I was twelve years old like you and it was also summertime.  Come to think   
   of it she looked a lot like you sweetheart." Giggling at the irony she then   
   put our relationship into motion, "I want a boyfriend this summer too!" I   
   smiled at her matter of fact announcement I asked, "How will you find a   
   boyfriend and still watch Mary this summer?" She thought for a second and   
   with a serious look said, "You could be my summer boyfriend Mike!" These   
   seven words changed my life in ways I never imagined.  I smiled at her   
   precocious ness and patted her hand, "Charlotte I think any guy would be   
   lucky to have you for a girlfriend.  You're a very pretty girl and smart to   
   boot." She blushed and turned away but I could sense something had changed   
   in our friendship.   
      
      
      
       Later that evening I lay in bed running her seven words over in my head.   
   Each time I wondered if it was possible.  Could Charlotte and I really have   
   an attraction?  Could we play boyfriend and girlfriend for the rest of the   
   summer?  Was I crazy for even thinking such thoughts?  After all she was   
   only twelve!  I lay in bed tossing and turning for about an hour when Lisa   
   finally rolled over and put her arms around me, "What's the matter babe?"   
   she said.  At first I was nervous and felt silly.  How does a guy tell his   
   wife that a pre-teen beauty wants him as a boyfriend for the summer!  Hell   
   this was my wife I was talking to.  But as I held her it dawned on me that   
   our relationship was built on trust, honesty, and to be non-judgmental so   
   why should this subject be any different?  I got my nerve up and blurted   
   out, "Little Charlotte from next door asked me to be her summer boyfriend.   
   Can you believe that?" Lisa looked at me and smiled.  She told me how   
   important it is when a girl gets her first boyfriend.  She made me   
   understood what an honor it was that Charlotte had chosen me.  "She will   
   never forget you babe", she said.  Let me tell you a little about Lisa my   
   soul mate.  No one matters as much as we do to each other.  Our son had   
   made our love come alive.  She snuggled to my chest and whispered a secret,   
   "I had my first boyfriend at eleven so why her?" I said, "Babe I'm 26 and   
   she's 12.  Not good future for a relationship!" Lisa then said something   
   that still blows my mind, "It's a good experience for a young girl like   
   Charlotte to learn from a gentle older man.  How you treat her will   
   determine the way she interacts with the men in her life.  Sweetie I never   
   told you this but my first boyfriend was 23.  He was a gentle, kind, and   
   loving guy.  I have never forgotten him and our times together.  I will   
   always cherish those memories." I took in what she said.  This revelation   
   was shocking.  Lisa had never mentioned an older man until now.  I looked   
   deep into her eyes and she smiled.  I whispered how much I loved her and we   
   started to make passionate love but to this day I still wonder if it was me   
   she made love to that night or was it her older boyfriend.  Either way it   
   was one of the most intense lovemaking sessions I have ever experienced   
      
       The next day could not come soon enough.  I ran through the ways I could   
   approach the subject.  I really liked Charlotte and didn't want to scare   
   her away.  She had obviously given it some thought but would that translate   
   to more?  Like clock work Charlotte and Mary came over around noon for a   
   small snack.  We would play by the pool for a couple hours and then it was   
   naps for the little ones.  This day was no different except that today   
   Charlotte had came over with her hair made up and curly.  She had a new   
   bikini on and a light shade of makeup.  I did a double take when I answered   
      
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