From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Bringing Up CeeCee   
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   I am a single parent.  My wife left me for another woman, three years ago,   
   leaving me with uncontested custody of our young daughter.  (I don't   
   think she   
   could have argued successfully in court that she was the more fit   
   parent, and   
   apparently she agreed.)  She also wounded my pride, but let's not get   
   into that.   
   We had married young, and she obviously hadn't known yet what she wanted   
   out of life.  The important thing was for life to go on, and for my   
   daughter to have   
   as normal and happy a childhood as possible.  Trying to overcompensate, I   
   became a fairly indulgent father.  There was almost nothing I wouldn't   
   do to   
   make my little girl happy.   
      
   The year my daughter was in sixth grade, she started having sleepover   
   parties.   
   At first, these were modest affairs with two or three girls, and I   
   didn't mind them,   
   even on what became an almost weekly basis.  Eventually, though, the   
   sleepovers became bigger and bigger, and I had to put a limit on how   
   often I   
   allowed them.  Three girls can camp out in my daughter's room, but ten   
   or twelve   
   took up a lot more space.  Many a Friday night, I had an entire family   
   room full of   
   11-year-old girls in sleeping bags, usually gabbing into the wee hours   
   of the   
   morning.  Saturday, they always slept in late, and the early afternoon   
   would see   
   a parade of parents coming to the door, picking up their children.   
   Occasionally,   
   one or two of the kids would need a ride home, and I never minded doing   
   the taxi   
   work.   
      
   Sometimes, the girls who slept over weren't even close friends with my   
   daughter;   
   they were just classmates, or friends of friends, who managed to get   
   invited.   
   One of these was a girl named CeeCee.  This particular time, a nippy early-   
   spring weekend, was the third sleepover she had come to, yet she didn't   
   seem   
   very much inclined to spend time with my daughter or her other friends.   
     What   
   she did seem interested in was me!  She often wandered into whatever room I   
   was in, leaning in close and asking what I was doing.  I didn't think   
   much of it,   
   until she began touching me.  She would put her hand on my arm when she   
   spoke -- stand next to me with her body right against my side -- sit on   
   the arm of   
   my easy chair and ask what I was reading, then put her head on my   
   shoulder to   
   see.  It was obvious the girl had a massive crush on me, which I must   
   admit I   
   found kind of flattering, but that was all.  The girl was attractive,   
   but she was only   
   11.  Puppy love is warm and fuzzy, and I just let us both enjoy it.   
      
   All that changed, the next morning.  I was reading the Saturday morning   
   paper,   
   when CeeCee came over in her pajamas and sat on the arm of the chair again,   
   asking about what I was reading.  Once again, she draped her arm around my   
   neck and leaned in against me.  As I started to give her a brief rundown   
   of the   
   day's news, she completely surprised me by taking one of my hands,   
   lifting it up   
   to her, and sucking gently on one of my fingers!  Startled, I lost my   
   train of   
   thought for a moment, before recovering and finishing lamely.  In spite   
   of myself,   
   I was quickly developing an erection, and my thoughts were suddenly flooded   
   with sexual imagery.  CeeCee must have had some idea what she was doing to   
   me, because she continued to suck as I fell quiet.  I turned to look at   
   her,   
   noticing her as a young woman for the first time.  She was an adorable   
   little   
   blond, tall for her age, with already-shapely legs and perky little, newly-   
   developing breasts showing through the fabric of her pajamas.  Perched   
   on the   
   arm of the chair as she was, her head was slightly above mine, and I had   
   to look   
   upward a bit to face her.  As our eyes locked, she continued to suck on   
   my finger   
   for a few moments, then drew it slowly and deliberately out of her   
   mouth, using   
   her tongue to keep it deliciously warm and wet until the last moment,   
   after which   
   she lightly licked her lips, all the while holding my gaze.  I was   
   mesmerized by   
   this little fox!   
      
   Struggling to break the spell (yet not sure I really wanted to), I   
   awkwardly pulled   
   CeeCee into my lap and gave her what I hoped would come across as a chaste,   
   fatherly hug.  "I like you, too, Ceese," (the nickname everyone called   
   her), "and   
   I'm glad you came," I said.  CeeCee clung to me for a few seconds, then   
   I pulled   
   back and kissed her lightly on the forehead.  She smiled, and darted in   
   to kiss   
   me almost as lightly on the lips.  As she moved to do this, her one hand   
   wound   
   up over my still-bulging hard-on.  She let it stay there for just a   
   moment, still   
   smiling, before hopping off my lap and going to get dressed for the day.   
     The   
   pleasant scent of her body lingered with me for several minutes.   
      
   Still dazed by what had just happened, I shook my head to clear it.   
   What had   
   been going through CeeCee's mind?  Well, that seemed obvious. although she   
   probably didn't fully understand what she was doing, she was trying to   
   let me   
   know that she was "available" to me, whatever that meant to her.  What was   
   going through my mind was more confusing.  This was my daughter's   
   classmate,   
   for heaven's sake!  An 11-year-old, mid-pubescent girl.  What was I doing,   
   thinking of her sexually?  Yet the episode had affected me so   
   powerfully, I had a   
   difficult time thinking of anything else all morning.  CeeCee seemed to   
   know,   
   fueling the fire by catching my eyes across the breakfast table and   
   smiling at me,   
   brushing past me later and lightly squeezing my hand, and so on.  There was   
   some kind of bond between us now, and she knew it.  With each passing   
   encounter, I found my desire building to get her alone and be with her,   
   as crazy   
   as that sounds.  And I started to plan out a way it might happen.   
      
   CeeCee's mom was one of the parents that often seemed unable (or unwilling)   
   to pick up her daughter when it came time, and I had driven her home   
   before.   
   After lunch, when the other girls started getting picked up one by one,   
   CeeCee   
   was again one of the last few left.  I seized the initiative.  "I can   
   drive you home if   
   you want, Ceese," I told her.  "But it won't be until later, because I   
   have some   
   things to do here.  If you don't mind waiting, why don't you give your   
   mom a   
   quick call, so she won't worry?  Let her know we'll save her the trip."   
     CeeCee   
   liked this idea, and went to call her mom right away.  (In truth, her   
   mom was   
   probably just going to be relieved that she could finish sleeping off   
   her Friday-   
   night hangover.  I don't think she was the most attentive parent.)  She   
   came back   
   a few minutes later to tell me it was all set.  "What time do you think   
   we'll be   
   going?" she asked.  I told her it might be a few hours, almost sundown,   
   before I'd   
   be taking her home.  "No problem," she said.  "But it'll be getting   
   cooler by then.   
      
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