What Happened?/Chapter One
What Happened?
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Chapter One
“What happened to me was… meant to happen. At least that’s what I tell myself.”
Everything sort of got out of control for me and it was never my intention for things to transpire the way they did. It must have been predestined; not that I believed in predestination but there’s no other explanation that I can come up with. She was way too young for me and I, way too old for her. I should have put the brakes on when she started getting friendly and not respond the way I did. It was like she cast a spell over me and I had no other choice.
It was a mad fling I had with the girl. Her mum worked in my office and every day, her bus left her off and she had three hours of idle time she spent there. We were barely cordial for the first few weeks and then, for some reason, she targeted me. I thought she was just bored at first; with nothing to do until her mum got off work. It was only later that discovered she had developed an infatuation for me; a crush. The problem was, I liked it. I loved the attention she awarded me.
Innocently at first, she would take a chair in the corridor outside my door and when I left the office for some reason, she always tried to catch my eye. Since I didn’t greet her or even acknowledge that she existed, other than maybe a smile, she managed to crack my shell. She knew my name, but we were never introduced; formally that is. Our firm only had ten employees, so her mum probably filled her in on everyone who worked there.
It all started with, “I really like your tie. It makes you look very sharp, Mister Henley.”
“What a strange remark for a child to make,” I asked myself, but replied, “Why thank you, Miss Jessica. It’s very kind of you to notice. My sister gave it to me last Christmas. She has quite the eye for dress. You look quite dapper yourself in your immaculate uniform.”
“Mum drilled it into me that appearance is important and you should always look your best.”
“You have a very smart mum and she’s taught you well. Would you care for a drink of tea? I was going to have one and you can join me if you like.”
She was a very intelligent child and we carried on a conversation that was well beyond her years; which was twelve. She had these starry hazel eyes with barely shoulder length auburn hair cut in a bob. Four foot ten, ninety pounds, cute muffin breast bumps that I didn’t know existed until she took her vest off one day. She wasn’t a real looker but when a bright cheery smile broke out on her face and her chubby pink cheeks lit up, she was beautiful.
For some reason, the afternoon seemed a lot brighter after talking with Jessica. I had never been married, or even carried on a serious relationship for very long. Children were missing from my life; if you don’t count my nieces and nephews. I really didn’t like them much but had to put up with them during our family gatherings. Jess was special in some way that I was not aware of at first, and I enjoyed being around her.
“May I sit in your office, Mister Henley? I feel uncomfortable sitting in the corridor all by myself.”
“Call me Charles, we’re not all that proper here. Yes, you may sit in my office. You had best tell your mum where you are in case she needs you.”
She was a quiet girl and never disturbed me while I worked and always had a smile waiting for me when I looked up. It felt a little strange the way she watched me, but I guess she needed something to do. I felt sorry for her in a way because she must be bored out of her mind with nothing to do. Since I had quite a collection of books on the shelves, mostly classics, I gave her the tour and she quickly found something to read. At least her mind would be occupied and she wouldn’t have to watch me; but she still did. Now she peeked over her book at me.
The next day we had tea together along with more of her bright and enlightening conversation. Her mum, Sandra Alden, stopped in and told us, “I see you two have really hit it off. You had better mind yourself or she’ll talk your ear off.”
“I don’t mind a bit. Bright girl you have there.”
“She is and sometimes too bright for her own good, I believe.”
While I crunched the numbers on my ledger, I happen to look up and she was slouched in the chair, completely absorbed in her book. The way she sat, in a decidedly unladylike manner, I was treated to wonderful expanse of milky white thigh all of the way up to her blue cottons. It surprised me at first because it was so unexpected but I found that I enjoyed looking up her skirt.
Sandra came in a moment later with a stack of papers and scolded her, “Straighten yourself up young lady. I’m sure Mister Henley doesn’t want to see your knickers.”
She immediately sat up and the tableau ended. As soon as her mum left, she resumed her former position with her legs spread even wider this time. She caught me looking and flashed me one of her brilliant smiles, but I quickly looked away. I wondered if she did it on purpose.
All evening, the image of her wonderful thighs and poochy little knicker gusset kept replaying itself in my mind. I was disturbed in a way because I really enjoyed it, but didn’t understand my fascination or why it affected me the way it did.
The next day in my office was almost a repeat of the previous day, except instead of the uniform blue cottons, she wore a pair of white French cut bikinis that took my breath away. It also appeared that she had somehow managed to shorten her skirt. I was so flummoxed I couldn’t concentrate on my work and the stiff pole in my trousers didn’t help me a bit. I tried to rearrange the stack of papers on my desk to at least cut off part of my view so I would quit looking. It didn’t help much and my eyes kept wondering back between her legs.
While we sipped our tea and chatted, she budged up so close to me that her leg grazed mine and rubbed it. It surprised me at first, because if she was a much older woman, I figured she was trying it on with me, you know, hitting on me. Problem was, it was working and almost by reflex, I reached down and ran my hand over the inside of her thigh.
She shivered and instead of telling me to keep my hands off of her, she asked, “Do you like them? I wore them just for you.”
I was at a loss for words at first until I looked down and saw the gusset of her tiny knickers. If I wasn’t mistaken, they appeared to be a little damp in the middle.
In a conspiratorial tone, I whispered to her, “You shouldn’t have. I like them too much.”
“I’m glad. It gives me the tingles when you look at them.”
“You shouldn’t show them to me. I might get ideas.”
“What, like sex?”
“Among other things. You’re too young to want that kind of attention.”
“I am not too young. I’m probably the only girl in my class who hasn’t done it.”
I was so stiff in my pants I couldn’t stand and simply could not allow the conversation to progress like it has. So, I told her, “Wash your cup and put it away. I’ll be in the office in a few.”
She washed her cup an put it in cupboard and as she was leaving, she gave me a little peck on the cheek and I asked, “What was that for?”
She paused in the doorway with one hand on her hip and replied, “Cause I wanted too,” and then she trotted back to my office.
“She’s getting to me,” I screamed inside of my head and then told my cock, “Down, down, down, you impetuous beast.”
It didn’t help much and it was another five minutes before I could walk back to my office where an even greater thrill awaited me. I choked when I looked up at her and had a little heart scare. She had pulled the gusset up between her lips and I could see the hazy little shadow of downy fuzz that lined them.
What good it did for my prick to go down because he almost sliced a hole through the front of my trousers this time. It was either visit the gents and take care of the problem or wank under my desk; which I would never do. At least at that time I would never consider it. So, I held a stack of papers in front of myself and made a dash down the corridor.
After I had relieved the swelling, I opened the door and found Jess waiting for me. She motioned me down with her finger and gave me a little pucker on the lips, telling me, “Got to go now. I wanted to say goodbye before I left.”
My lips tingled and the old beast tried to rear himself up again. I realized then that I had a very long evening ahead of me.
The next afternoon, she didn’t show up at her usual time and I became worried so I sought out her mum to inquire. She told me, “She’s somewhat into athletics and her club has a football match. She’ll be here shortly.”
I was relieved that there was nothing to be concerned about and thirty minutes later, Jess danced through the door as I was heading out for tea. She stopped me and motioned me to sit down again for another peck on the lips. If I was not mistaken, this one lingered a bit longer and seemed very moist. Then she held my hand and escorted me to the little tea room.
She was excited and chattered on about the game and how badly they had destroyed their opponent. All the time she talked, she held my hand and rubbed her leg against mine. I tried to take my mind off of it but still got a bone in my pants; which I believe she noticed. She washed her cup and put it away, then bounced out of room while I allowed the swelling to recede a bit.
When I walked into the office, I noticed that she was not wearing her vest and her face was buried in a book. Nothing struck me as unusual until I saw the little muffins that pushed out the top of her blouse with two little nipply dents in the fabric. I don’t believe I had noticed her breasts before or even knew she had them. But she did, and I wanted to see more… and then I saw that several buttons were unfastened. I should talk to her about that, but really didn’t mind.
In fact I was fine with it. If she wanted me to see, I wanted to look. Of course, I’m sure I would enjoy looking at what she wanted to show me. She leaned over as I walked by and treated me to a nice creamy portion of one of her little puffies. I tried to hold a back a groan and trotted to my desk before a tent propped itself in my pants.
Things went well as long as I tried to avert my gaze, but she was magnetic and drew my eyes towards her. Her legs were closed at first, but when she splayed them open, I know she heard my gasp. No knickers! My gawd I’ve never seen so much pink in my life. Then I looked into her smiling face and then I looked at the clock… thirty more minutes. Will I survive this, the latest development… for thirty more minutes?
I survived and managed not to rush to the gents for a quick pull. Although the kiss she gave me as she left almost made me squirt in my pants. Misses Palm was going to get a workout after I got to the house. In fact, I’ve kept her very busy lately.
Supper was simple and I had just about worked my way through half a pack of beers when the phone demanded my immediate attention, “Charles, this is Sandra, I hate to bother you at home, but I’m desperate.”
“No bother, love. What can I help you with?”
“My sister was in a bad car smash and is in hospital in Liverpool. I need to drive up there tonight and can’t leave Jessica by herself...” In the background, you could hear, “Mum, I’m not a baby. I can take of myself,” and then a muffled, “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Let’s see if Charles will mind you until I get back… Oh, sorry, Charles, Jess wants to stay by herself. Would you mind taking care of her until I get back?”
“Liverpool? That’s quite a drive. Sorry to hear about your sister. Is it serious?”
“I don’t know yet. What do you say, will you mind her for me?”
“Of course I will. Pack her enough things for a few days and I’ll wait up for you.”
“You’re a lifesaver!”
About forty-five minutes later, a timid little knock came to the door and when I answered, I found Jess standing on the step with her pack in hand. Her hair was still wet and she wore a night dress. The first words out of her mouth were, “Mum made me bathe and wanted me ready for bed.”
“Are you sleepy or do you want to watch a movie with me? There’s no school tomorrow.”
“Movie! Do you have anything to eat while we watch it?”
“I might, but will have to check. I usually just drink beer. Want one?”
“You’re kidding?”
“Of course I am. Follow me to the kitchen so you can pick out something you like.”
While she dug through my video case, I changed into my usual nighttime attire; boxer shorts and dressing gown. When I returned, I was shocked because she had found my hidden movie collection, and had one of my favourites playing on the screen.
“Ah, Jess, I can’t let you watch that.”
“Why not? Mum lets me watch them all of the time. When I have a sleepover at my place, we all watch them together.”
“Wow! Information overload. I would never have thought that Sandra would have porn, much less let her daughter, and her friends watch it,” I thought to myself. Frankly, I didn’t know whether to let her watch it or not.
“Please, Charles, it’ll be fun to snuggle up with you and watch it together.”
Willy believed it to be an excellent idea and started to show his enthusiasm. I reasoned, if she watches them all the time, then what would it hurt? In fact, I would like to snuggle up with her while we watched it. But, I don’t believe I’ll be able to control my hands or anything else.
She dragged me to the sofa, pushed me on my back, and then lifted the hem of my gown, saw my shorts and said, “Oh, drat, I wanted to see it.”
I pushed my gown down and she climbed into my arms and sprawled herself across my chest. The scent of her still moist hair and the way she wiggled herself against me was maddening. All of the forbidden together with my favorourite movie, put a respectable tent in my gown… which she kept brushing against.
Then there was her commentary about the actors and scenes… and then she put her lips to my ear and asked, “Do you know what I like to do while I watch these movies?”
I could only imagine, and I have a good imagination, but I asked, “What do you like to do, love?”
“I rub myself and it feels so good. When I have my mates over, we all rub ourselves together while we watch the movie.”
“Fuck me,” I thought, “A whole room full of twelve year old girls rubbing themselves while they watch porn.” I couldn’t hold the thought for long less I lose a load in my pants.
“Want to do it?”
My ears perked up and I didn’t believe I heard her right, “What? Do what?”
“You can pull on yourself while I rub. It’ll be a lot of fun.”
It would be a lot of fun but this is going way too fast for me. If it goes much further, I might bend her over and do her for real.
“Are you sure that would be a good idea? Aren’t we doing enough?”
“It would be more fun if you did it with me, but you don’t have to. I will rub myself all alone. It’s really itchy and I need to.”
It took awhile for the paralysis to leave my body so I could respond, “Ah, you can rub yourself if you like. I’m just afraid it might get out of hand if I do it with you.”
“What do you mean? Fuck me? You can if you want. There’s nothing to worry about. Mum has me on the pills.”
“Well, fuck me double and bugger me down the lane in broad daylight,” I exclaimed to myself, but replied, “You go ahead and enjoy yourself. I need a time to consider this.”
End Chapter One
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