From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Vicki's Lessons   
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
       The summer I was 14, my older sister (23) had a friend from out-of-town   
   who would come to visit nearly every weekend.  She was a couple of years   
   older than my sister, a single mom, and black (my family is Caucasian).   
   Never seeming to have a babysitter lined up, she always brought along her   
   daughter, a 9-year-old girl named Vicki.  The two women would always take   
   off and leave me to watch her, which I thought was pretty inconsiderate,   
   but I got used to it after a time or two, and didn't mind it as much as I   
   let on.  Vicki was actually no trouble at all, and instead of seeing her as   
   a royal pain in the ass, we sort of became friends.   
      
       As the school year began, Vicki started bringing along her Friday   
   homework, and I would help her with it.  She was particularly bad at Math,   
   which I was good at, so she appreciated my input.  (She went to an   
   inner-city school, and I don't think she got a lot of personal   
   instruction.) Many a Saturday afternoon, we sat side-by-side on the family   
   room couch, working our way through her assignments.  My mom would be   
   working, my sister and her friend would be out having a good time, and   
   Vicki and I would have the house to ourselves.  Usually, we'd turn on the   
   radio for some quiet music while we worked.  I actually began to look   
   forward to these times, and Vicki and I became close, despite our age and   
   racial differences.   
      
       One Wednesday, right around the end of September, I got a big, fat   
   envelope in the mail.  It was from Vicki, and it was a love-letter!  She   
   poured out her little heart in it, saying how she wanted to be my   
   girlfriend, wanted to give me kisses, etc.  etc.  etc.  It was pretty mushy   
   stuff, and at first I was amused...  then embarrassed.  I mean, I had a   
   9-year-old girl throwing herself at me!  If any of my friends at school got   
   wind of it, I'd never live it down.  Then it occurred to me, none of them   
   would need to know, as they would probably never meet Vicki anyway.  She   
   lived over an hour away, and we only saw each other on weekends.  Hmmm.   
   she was a cute little thing, and taller than average for a 9-year-old, so   
   she didn't really seem like some little squirt...   
      
       Call me crazy, but I tend to be attracted to younger girls.  The girls   
   in my own grade always seemed like prissy little bitches, while I got along   
   with (and had dated) several girls from the class below me...  even one   
   from two grades down, although I took a lot of ribbing for it.  Going for   
   someone as young as Vicki had never crossed my mind, but not because age   
   was a real issue to me.  It just would never have occurred to me that   
   someone that young would be interested.  But the girl obviously had a major   
   crush on me, and I couldn't help but feel flattered.  I had come to like   
   her, anyway, so the thought of us as more than friends wasn't that much of   
   a leap.  As I contemplated what it would be like to kiss those full, brown   
   lips, I felt a familiar stirring in my crotch, and my imagination took off.   
   Why not, I thought?  Let's see where this goes.   
      
       The next weekend (early October, and a nice, Indian-summer warm spell),   
   I was paying more attention to Vicki as a girl, instead of just a kid.  She   
   had arrived wearing a short, stretchy skirt, a matching tank top, and   
   flip-flops.  Her legs and feet were otherwise bare, and I admired their   
   slender curves and the rich sheen of her mahogany-brown skin.  Her arms   
   were bare, too, and her tank top would have given me sneak-peeks at her   
   breasts, if she'd had any...  there were only little, pre-pubescent bumps   
   on her chest, showing through the fabric.  Somehow, I found their very   
   innocence far sexier than the fully-developed tits displayed with great   
   pride by the girls my own age, as if to say, "Come see what I've got!  Like   
   it?  You can't have it!" She had just begun to narrow at the waist and   
   spread at the hips, starting to lose her little-girl shape, hinting at her   
   looming transition into puberty.  Her curly hair was pulled back in a tight   
   ponytail, resting gently against her delicate neck.  Now that I'd started   
   looking at her this way, it was like seeing her for the first time, and I   
   liked what I saw.   
      
       We soon found ourselves alone in the house again, her brown thigh warm   
   against mine as we sat on the couch.  Even that was giving me a hard-on,   
   now!  But Vicki was much quieter than usual...  she'd hardly said three   
   words beyond yes/no answers about her homework.  I obviously needed to   
   break the ice.  "Got your letter," I said casually.  "I figured," she said,   
   not looking at me.  "It sort of caught me off-guard, if you know what I   
   mean," I went on.  Vicki then looked up at me.  "I was kind of hoping you'd   
   feel the same way," she said, her eyes tearing up.   
      
       Those tears did it.  Everything else aside, Vicki was my friend, and I   
   didn't like seeing her upset.  I took her head between my hands and pulled   
   her full, brown lips to mine, kissing her deeply.  She melted into me,   
   putting an arm up around my neck.  Her face was small, but her mouth was   
   more generous than many of the girls I'd kissed before, and I found her   
   surprisingly exciting!  The fresh taste of her youth, and the smell of her   
   sweet, brown skin, were enough to overcome any lingering hang-ups.  I put   
   both arms around her and threw myself into this, pulling her tightly to me.   
   She responded enthusiastically, wrapping both arms behind my neck and   
   locking her lips to mine, her forgotten tears still salty on her cheeks.   
      
       The erotic force of our meeting had taken me completely by surprise.   
   Here I was, making out with this little girl who had so recently been just   
   a kid I was forced to baby-sit, and it felt as right as magnets being drawn   
   together.  I found myself getting more aroused than I'd been with any other   
   girl, ever.  Part of it, I suppose, was the fact that I had to be her first   
   guy, so it was like taking a virgin.  But mostly, I think it was my natural   
   preference for younger girls, which was now getting satisfied in spades.   
   The young, innocent waif I had always really wanted was exactly what I now   
   had in my arms.  I had been tutoring Vicki in her schoolwork, and now I had   
   an opportunity to tutor her in the art of love!   
      
       Continuing to kiss her (I don't think Vicki would have stopped yet, even   
   if I'd wanted to), I began to stroke her back, then her arm, then her   
   shoulder, going for the "feel" that I'd always tried with older girls, with   
   about 50% success.  But Vicki was too young to have learned any of that   
   "can't touch this" crap, and she had no problem with it as my hand found   
   her undeveloped chest.  I tenderly began to rub one of her nipples, and I   
   was rewarded with her erotic response...  Vicki hadn't known what to   
      
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