Story: Jessie   
      
      
   a Story by Varangian   
   Summer, 2006   
      
      
      
   Jessie had blossomed over the winter, and in spring, when she shed parka   
   and snow pants, I saw the wonderful result.  Now standing about five   
   feet tall, I knew she had experienced a growth spurt.  On a warm day   
   in early Spring I saw her in shorts and T-shirt and thanked the deity   
   for allowing her growth to proceed with such balance.   
      
   Everything about her body was in proportion -- the neck, hands and feet,   
   but especially well-fleshed limbs and torso.  Her shapely, pale legs   
   were enticing, and small breasts that had been absent in the autumn now   
   poked demurely at her shirt.  She was quite lovely, despite a face that   
   was more pleasant than pretty.  She was half way through her twelfth   
   year.   
      
      
   * * *   
      
      
   I was a sophomore in law school who occupied the garage apartment behind   
   Jessie's house.  She and I had become friends, and I knew she had a   
   crush on me.  I had never before thought of her sexually, until that   
   warm Spring day.   
      
   "You've grown up," I told her.  "You'll have a boy friend soon."   
      
   "Nah, Mom won't let me, Kevin.  She's afraid I'll get knocked up."   
      
   Jessie was also an uninhibited, bold girl who spoke her mind, especially   
   to me.  In the absence of a father I had become the male presence in her   
   life, despite the fact that I was only seven years her senior.   
      
   "You don't necessarily get pregnant just by having a boy friend," I   
   said.   
      
   "I guess.  But Mom won't let me date until after I start having periods   
   and she puts me on the pill."   
      
   I was not surprised by this statement.  It was so much like her mother,   
   Lydia, to speak to her daughter so frankly.  The woman was rather loose   
   and irresponsible but thoughtful of future trouble.  Before   
   Thanksgiving, while drunk, she had come on to me, but I had a girl then   
   and was not tempted.   
      
   The upshot, of course, was that Lydia would put Jessie on the pill, and   
   then the girl would feel free to fuck the first boy who came by.  But   
   Jessie wouldn't do it, because she had a certain class.  She'd relish   
   her freedom to go with any boy, but she'd wait for a good one.   
      
   "What do you know about sex, Jessie?  You're only twelve years old."   
      
   "I know how babies are made.  I know that boys always want to get you   
   alone and do things."   
      
   "Well," I said, "I think you're safe for the next year or so."   
      
   We sat together on the back porch swing that looked out at the garage.   
   Jessie's young thighs splayed against the slats.  God, I wanted to touch   
   her!   
      
   Then she surprised me.   
      
   "You said that I could have a boy friend without getting knocked up,"   
   she remarked.  "I kinda know what you mean -- not going all the way.   
   But then what?"   
      
   "You mean having a boy friend but not going all the way?   
      
   "Yeah."   
      
   "Well," I said, "You could go to movies and have ice cream afterwards."   
      
   "That's not what I'm asking, Kevin!"   
      
   I hesitated to enter into the conversation, which was delicate and   
   illicit.  But eagerness overwhelmed me.   
      
   "I suppose what you have in mind is what takes place between kissing and   
   going all the way."   
      
   "Yeah!"   
      
   "Use your imagination, Jessie."   
      
   "Like how?"   
      
   "It's all about orgasms," I said.  "Your boy friend could give you one   
   and you return the pleasure, without going all the way."   
      
   "Have you done that, Kevin?"   
      
   "More than once."   
      
   "What was it like?"   
      
   "Do you want me to describe my sexual history, Jessie?"   
      
   "I just want to know what you did without going all the way."   
      
   "I'll tell you about my first girl friend.  We never went all the way."   
      
   "Good."   
      
   "Marcia was thirteen and I fourteen," I began.  "She was much like you,   
   as a matter of fact -- curious and pretty."   
      
   "I'm not pretty!"   
      
   "Yes you are, Jessie, more than you know."   
      
   "What did you do with Marcia?" she asked.   
      
   I invented the entire story, spinning it as I went on.   
      
   "We knew each other and had played together since before kindergarten.   
   She was a tomboy and easily caught flies in the outfield.  I never   
   thought of her as a girl until I was twelve."   
      
   "What happened then?" Jessie asked.   
      
   "She filled out over the Winter, grew titties and sexy legs."   
      
   "Then what?"  Jessie's question was punctuated by an excited choke.   
      
   "Somehow we kissed.  It was the first time for the both of us.  I   
   touched a boob, put my hand on it.  It didn't fill my palm."   
      
   "That's what guys do!"   
      
   "But she liked it, Jessie.  Marcia pushed her face against my neck and   
   let me fit my hand beneath her shirt.  I felt her bare boob.  It was so   
   soft!"   
      
   "Then what?"   
      
   "We kissed some more, then she got up and left.  She had to be home."   
      
   "That's all?"   
      
   "No.  The next day we got naked and took a shower together."   
      
   Jessie's eyes opened widely and her mouth gaped.   
      
   "I washed her privates with soapy hands, Jessie, standing behind her,   
   pulling her to me.  I kept at it until she made a noise and almost   
   collapsed in my arms.  Afterwards she massaged my penis until I shot my   
   stuff against the shower wall.  We had a lot of fun that day, Jessie,   
   but we didn't go all the way."   
      
   "It wasn't dirty," I added, pausing to stare at her astonished face.   
   "We used soap and water."   
      
   "What else did you do that day, Kevin," she asked almost in a whisper.   
      
   "We were alone in the house, of course.  No one would be back for hours.   
   After the shower we went to my room and lay on the bed.   
      
   "You were still naked?"   
      
   "Yes.  Do you really want to hear this, Jessie?"   
      
   "Go on!"   
      
   "We did a lot of kissing and touching.  I sucked on her boobs."   
      
   Jessie giggled.  "Like a baby?"   
      
   "Like a lover.  Guys do that.  Most girls enjoy it."   
      
   Without realizing what she was doing, Jessie raised her right hand to   
   her left breast and fondled it briefly.   
      
   I became more aroused than before, and I was afraid of what I might do   
   with the kid.  I stood but did not face her, because my hard cock poked   
   at my trousers.   
      
   "I have to leave," I said.  "I'm studying for an exam."   
      
   "Won't you tell me more, Kevin?" she whined.   
      
   "Another time, perhaps."   
      
   I left her on the swing and went up to my digs to whacked off.   
      
   Jessie was dangerous, a threat to me, because I knew I lacked sufficient   
   responsibility to do the right thing and not touch her.  I had admired   
   pretty, young girls before, of course, but Jessie was something else.   
   She was available.  I was certain of it.   
      
   Her loose upbringing had resulted in a precocious curiosity about sex.   
   Lydia was actually pushing her towards it, telling the girl that she   
   would start taking birth control pills after her first period.   
      
   I stripped naked and put a disc into the player.  It was a video that I   
   had recorded from a newsgroup depicting a beautiful blonde girl of   
   eleven or twelve having sex with a boy a little older.  It was an   
   amateur production, but with excellent resolution and color, and it   
   lasted twenty minutes.  I slimed my cock then massaged it until the end   
      
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