Flash/Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

“Wake up, Dick, you sleepy head,” came the sweet little tinkling voice as my shoulder shook.

My eyes popped open and when I got them focused, I was treated to Lacey’s smiling face and with genuine surprise, popped out with, “Lacey! What are you doing here?”

“I live in the cottage across the common from your gate.”

“My gate? How do you know where I live?”

“I’ve seen you here many times. You always come and go from the gate.”

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep but I was a bit knackered. Listen, I need to get back to my place and have a shower.”

“Will you let me come with you?”

“What about your mum? Shouldn’t you check with her first?”

“She’s at work and won’t be home until late.”

Against my better judgment, if I still had any, I took her with me and dug out a pack of cakes, a cold pop, and then informed her, “I’ll be in the bath. Turn on the tele if you get bored,” and then made my way up the stairs.

The house was so old, it was built before the advent of indoor plumbing. So, there was only one small bathroom that was retrofitted in what was a cupboard in the upstairs corridor. Since I lived alone, I didn’t close doors, much less lock them.

After a little hand jobby, two wanks, a kip, a run, and then another kip, I believed I had a thoroughly fulfilling, and if you count the film and pictures, productive day. I would heat up some of the pork pie Misses Keller, the charwoman, had made for me, have a couple bottles of porter, and then review the films and pictures I had acquired today, again. There was some very choice material in there. That included the handjob and cumshot Shelly caught on film.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn’t notice anything was out of place until I heard, “Will he go hard again?” Which made me jump and almost lose my footing.

When I looked over, the girl had my little palm camera trained on, guess what? She happily sat on the bog with her knickers around her ankles while she merrily swung her legs.

“You have a habit of sneaking up on me… To answer your question, I don’t think there’s any life left in him.”

“I’ll bet you pulled on him while you looked at the pictures I took.”

“How would you know that?”

“I know what boys do when they look at girls naughty bits. It was so wicked when I made you squirt. Will you show me the film Shelly took?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” I told her, but I did feel a little blood rush into my nether regions.

“I saw him move… look, he’s… he’s going a little hard.”

“Girl, you are too naughty for your own good,” I informed her, “Can you stay for tea? I have a nice pork pie that’s waiting to be warmed.”

“Really? I’m starved. My sisters have probably eaten all of the food left in the house.”

“Let’s get that tummy of yours stuffed and you can tell me about it,” I told her as I wrapped myself in my gown and led her to the kitchen.

“What will you have, squash, pop, tea or a beer?”

“A beer, are you kidding me?”

“Of course I am, but I’ll have one myself,” and popped a can of pop for her and a nice porter for myself.

“Mum works as a cashier at the dress shop,” she said, between bites of her supper, “And cleans offices at night. There’s not much money and sometimes we run out of groceries. When we do, some of the neighbours, Misses Landry especially, feeds me and my sisters.”

“I believe I’ve met Misses Landry. She’s the widow who lives next to your cottage. Listen, I won’t allow you or your sisters go hungry. Tell me about them?”

“There’s Julie, she’s eleven and Angie is twelve. With school let out, we do what we want and just hang with our mates. I like going to the park.”

“You certainly hang out with a rowdy bunch there,” I remarked as I cleared the table.

Then she dragged me to the lounge, grabbed the remote, started flipping channels and informed me, “Super tele, it’s so nice. I wish we had one.”

“You don’t have a tele?” I asked, and even though I rarely watched it, the thought was unimaginable to me. No wonder she lives at the park.

“Nope and no telephone either. Mum said it’s too expensive and we could do without it.”

“How do you contact your mum if something happens and you need help?”

“Misses Landry knows how to reach her.”

My heart went out to the girl and I wanted to help. However, until I got to know her mum and sisters, I felt I should maintain a low profile.

We settled on watching an old film, which surprised me, but I guessed she was so starved for entertainment, she would enjoy anything. It felt good to cuddle with my arm around her, but soon she crawled into my lap and reclined across my chest. I couldn’t resist kissing her neck and nuzzling her hair, even though it had probably been awhile since it had been washed, it held her natural fragrance and would always remind me of her. Then she took my hand and placed it on her tummy, which I rubbed in gentle circles while I slowly worked my way to her chest.

While I nibbled on her ear lobe, I discovered that her breasts were starting to develop, although they were but puffy little cherries, and whispered in her ear, “Your titties are starting to grow.”

She twisted around and mashed her lips to mine, demanding a kiss. So, I pulled her to me and squeezed her marvelous bum while we explored each other’s mouths. Her kisses were sweet as honey and lips as soft as warm butter.

There was nothing hurried in our kiss and when I pressed my tongue between her lips, she pulled away and told me, “That’s Frenchy kissing.”

“Do you want to try it?” I asked, and then licked her lips.

She wiped them on the back of hand and told me, “Dunno, it feels funny.”

“That’s because you’re not used to it. It’s really quite enjoyable.”

She pressed her lips to mine and pushed her tongue between them. I sucked it into my mouth which caused her to squeal and pull away; wiping her mouth on the back of her hand again.

“Sorry, let’s try that again,” she told me as she mashed her lips against mine. Then, I put my hand behind her head and pulled her to my mouth, insinuated my tongue between her lips and pressed it against her teeth; urging her to open them.

I watched her eyes open wide and she hesitated for a few seconds before she relented and allowed my tongue to rush inside and lick hers. Then she sucked on my tongue and wiggled hers against mine. As her mouth relaxed, I could feel her breath become hard and irregular as she learned to enjoy this new form of kissing. In fact, I would say she was excited by the way she wiggled and rubbed herself against me. We continued like that for a few more minutes before we had to come up for air.

Then, I kissed her nose and asked, “What do you think? It’s pretty nice to kiss like that, isn’t it?”

“Can I tell something and I don’t want you to think it’s gross?”

I nodded and told her, “Nothing you ever tell me will be gross.”

In a very low and husky voice, she related, “My fanny tingles and I think it’s wet.”

“That’s because you enjoyed it and it excited you. It’s perfectly normal for that to happen.”

“I want to rub myself now.”

“Let’s do this, why don’t we kiss while I rub it for you.”

After I lifted her skirt and tucked my hand down the back of her knickers, she moaned and plastered her lips to mine. My fingers had just enough reach, I could sink them into her split and discovered that she was not just wet, her little pussy was sodden. I didn’t have to search for moisture in order to rub her clit.

For the next few minutes, we swapped saliva and wrestled tongues while I twirled my fingers around her stiff little pleasure point. My cock, although not its former formidable self, was a little stiff and she ground herself into it. I tucked my other hand down her knickers and squeezed a bum cheek while she became so distracted by her building orgasm, she could no longer concentrate on our kiss.

If I could have managed it, I would have dumped my load in my pants when she jerked in my arms and her little pussy lips twitched against my fingers. Then her body lost all strength and she melted into me.

She was out of it for a minute, so I continued to gently swirl my finger around in her split while I massaged her bum. Suddenly, she jerked her head up, looked me in the eye and exclaimed, “That was super.”

“I knew you would like it. How about some ice cream now, Miss Sexy?”

Those were the magic words and she raced me to the kitchen. I knew then, that I could easily get used to having her around.

We demolished a tub of chocolate ice cream and most of a pack of chocolate cookies; death by chocolate not to mention the sugar rush. Then, I offered to drive her home because it was late.

“Let me borrow your camera?” She begged as we were leaving.

“What do you want with it?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise so I can’t tell you.”

“Love, I’ll give you a new memory card. You have to be careful what you put on it and who sees it, especially your mum. I don’t want her to find out.”

“Nobody will see what’s on the camera, especially mum, I promise.”

When we got to her place, one of her sisters spotted us and ran out to the car. She was an older version of Lacey, and we were introduced, “Dick, this is my sister Julie.”

I took the girl’s hand and said, “My pleasure, Julie. I didn’t realize that Lacey had such a sexy sister.” She just about swooned at that remark and Lacey didn’t like it much, so she pushed her way between us, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a very wet kiss. Then I kissed her nose and told her, “Meet me at the pond about nine and I’ll have breakfast with me.”

As I reversed out of the drive, I heard Julie ask, “Come on, tell me who he is?”

Before I got out of hearing range, I heard Lacey respond, “If you must know, he’s my boyfriend.”

It was a bit of a presumptuous statement, but decided I could live with the title of boyfriend. I didn’t mind it a tad bit.

End Chapter Two

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