Another Third Grader In My Bed   
      
   By Spin (M/g Pedo Sex, Oral, Cons, 1st)   
      
   "Ahhhh what an adorable child," I remember thinking out loud as I stood   
   just across the street from the Paramount Elementary School that balmy,   
   overcast day.   
      
   Watching quietly without calling attention to myself, she didn't notice   
   me as she sat alone on the bench waiting for her bus. Something about   
   the little girl captivated my soul, inspiring a second look and a   
   glimpse of white panties between her slender preteen legs. Fine, smooth   
   skin, the likes of which a 'pedo' like me gets off on, lined the insides   
   of her sweet, tender thighs, inviting my lustful stare as I licked my   
   lips with wishful thinking, and a ridiculous idea that could land a guy   
   like me in the slammer.   
      
   The city bus wouldn't be coming today. This I knew after reading about   
   the bus driver's strike that morning, inspiring a plan in my devious,   
   predatory brain. It was to partake of my favorite pleasure in life,   
   getting into a little girl's panties every chance I get. Hash marks from   
   such conquests were numerous, providing a training ground for added   
   finesse and skills that practically assured success whenever I set my   
   sights on a cute little mark.   
      
   The usual afternoon rain shower in the city could be counted on I   
   realized, as angry clouds soon darkened the sky- my cue to begin pursuit.   
      
   "Hi there, sweetie. I saw you getting all wet, sitting here all alone."   
   I spoke in a caring manner, as I sat next to the little girl. Her pretty   
   blue eyes gave me the once over, deciding if I was a nice man or that   
   stranger her mother warned her about.   
      
   "My name's Melody and I'm eight but going on nine," she replied while my   
   hand held the umbrella over her head. Her innocence radiated like a   
   calling card, exciting me, causing a familiar stir in my pants as I sat   
   down, moving closer to her small body. The wet bench managed to saturate   
   my pants while the cool autumn air served as a reminder that the weather   
   wasn't getting any friendlier and soon, it would be dark and downright cold.   
      
   Melody shivered from the damp coolness, snuggling up to me without   
   realizing what she was doing. Finally it was time to tell her about the   
   bus business and the sad truth that she was stranded in the city.   
      
   "Well honey, you probably didn't know the bus wasn't coming today, did you?"   
      
   "It's not? How come?" She asked with a look of worry on her baby soft face.   
      
   "There's a Bus Strike and that means the bus drivers aren't gonna' work   
   until they sort out their arguments."   
      
   "You mean bus drivers are fighting or something?"   
      
   "Yeah. Something like that," I replied with a chuckle.   
      
   "I better call my mom or she'll worry and get mad," she blurted out as   
   she stood to walk away.   
      
   "Hold on, sweetie. Use my cell." I offered with a smile.   
      
   The cell phone wasn't mine. Having found it on a table at Starbucks one   
   lucky day, I didn't care about anyone tracing the phone number.   
      
   "Alright, let's call your mom and you can ask if it's OK for me to take   
   you home in a cab. You should tell her you know me, or she'll make a   
   fuss and you'll wait forever in this rain, OK? Oh and by the way, my   
   name's Paul so tell your mom that your friend, Paul's taking you home,   
   and he's a nice man".   
      
   "What if my mom insists that she comes and gets me?" she whined.   
      
   "Tell her that the traffic is horrible and you're afraid she'll take too   
   long," I answered as I dialed her home phone number.   
      
   Much to my disappointment, Melody's mother made her daughter hand me the   
   phone so she could talk to me.   
      
   "Yes, Uh huh. Melody will be fine. I'll take good care of her and get   
   her home soon, but this city traffic is really snarled so don't be   
   alarmed if it's late, OK? Uh huh, yes we'll call if it gets too late.   
   See ya' soon".   
      
   Taxis were getting hard to find in all this rain. Finally after walking   
   about six blocks, I managed to hail one that had just let out a   
   passenger. Melody and I sat in the back seat while my arm hung loosely   
   around her neck.   
      
   "Where to, buddy?" The cabbie asked, as he seemed to size me and the   
   girl up in his mind, probably wondering if an old man with a child would   
   tip.   
      
   "Take the outer loop and get off at 17th street. We're going to 3580   
   Harvard Way." I answered as I flashed a roll of twenties to encourage   
   his total cooperation. The address was bogus, but close enough to where   
   I lived.   
      
   "Hey! Aren't we gonna go to my house?" Melody asked with a quizzical   
   look as she tugged at my coat sleeve.   
      
   "Sure honey, but first we have to stop by my house and feed my cats or   
   they'll starve. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" I replied   
   with a gentle squeeze of my arm around her neck.   
      
   "No, I guess not," she answered softly, not bothering to look up at me.   
      
   The youthful, smooth skin of the little girl's thighs was magnetic. I   
   couldn't take my eyes from her alluring body, imagining her sweet young   
   pussy wrapped around my cock and the things I was gonna do once I got   
   into her panties. The cab was chilly in the back seat, inspiring Melody   
   to snuggle closer while I hugged her to me. Her perfumed hair wafted   
   pleasantly through my nostrils, reminding me what a gem of a little girl   
   I was taking home and causing an erection in my pants when I realized we   
   would be home in less than ten minutes.   
      
   The cab driver smirked as if he knew or guessed what I was up to. I   
   wasn't the least bit concerned. Grinning back at him like the proverbial   
   cat that ate the canary, I handed over a hundred-dollar bill while   
   patting Melody's shapely behind, just to make him envious.   
      
   The walk to my apartment was over a block away but Melody didn't   
   complain until she found out that I only had one cat to feed. "Hey!   
   Where's the others?" She inquired as if she was disappointed.   
      
   "Well I used to have three but two died, and Pussy here is the only one   
   left." I answered as I handed her the furry feline.   
      
   "Her name's Pussy?"   
      
   "Uh huh and you know what?"   
      
   "What?" she asked as she sat down on the couch, holding the cat on her lap.   
      
   "You have a pussy too," I replied as I sat next to the child, smoothing   
   my fingertips through her golden shiny hair.   
      
   "But I don't have any cats, only a dog named Rocky," she responded to   
   correct me.   
      
   "All little girls have a pussy."   
      
   "They do?"   
      
   "Yes sweetie, and your pussy's between your little legs and near where   
   you pee."   
      
   "Where? I don't see anything like that down there," she replied, as she   
   put the cat down and lifted her dress above her waist, pulling the   
   waistband of her underwear away from her body to look into her panties.   
   Whatever she expected to find I don't know, but my plan was working.   
      
   "Well honey, you'll have to look under where you pee. I can show you if   
   you want."   
      
   "Do I have to take my panties off?"   
      
   "Only a little bit. You can leave 'em on your legs if you want."   
      
      
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