The Latch Key Girl, Part Two

  • Posted on July 29, 2015 at 12:37 pm

By JetBoy

I stood stock still, feet rooted to the green carpet. Heart in my mouth, legs trembling, I had to force the words to come.

“Wh-what are you doing, Veronica?” I asked again.

Previously radiant, her smile faltered. “I thought… I thought you wanted…”

I didn’t know what to say — all I could do was stare at her. Out of nowhere, a line from Oscar Wilde popped into my head. When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

While I gaped foolishly at Veronica, her expression was changing from wistful hope to horrified realization. If I didn’t say something this instant, I’d lose her!

“Wait!” I cried as she reached down to snatched up her discarded dress, eyes already brimming with tears. “Veronica! Wait!”

Breathing heavily, as if I’d suddenly remembered how to consume oxygen, I backed up three steps and sat down heavily on the bed. My brain was still flailing about in panic mode, shrieking Damage Control! Damage Control!

Very clearly and slowly, though trembling inside, I spoke: “I… I’ve been wanting you for a long time, Veronica. I just never expected you to want me back.”

“But I do, I do!” she cried, flinging her arms apart. “I made it obvious enough!”

Confused, I shook my head. “You did?”

“The way I walked to school in the morning? Moving my bottom so you’d notice? I knew you were watching me.” She tilted her head, giving me a quizzical look. “Don’t you ever look at my bedroom window?”

“Well, yes,” I admitted, uncertainly. “But I never saw anything, really.”

Veronica smiled sadly. “That’s because you didn’t look hard enough.” Shaking her head, she murmured, “Golly, I walk around the room all the time with no clothes on. I figured sure you’d notice.”

I shook my head, still conscious of my pounding heart. “You c-can’t see anything during the daytime, sweetheart… your window faces the wrong way.”

She moved over to the window, peered out, then pouted. “Oh, crap. You’re right.”

“The only time I could have seen you was after dark. And you certainly weren’t walking around naked then.”

“No,” she admitted. “Not at night. I didn’t want just anyone to see me.” Then she gave me the sweetest smile. “But I wanted you to…”

Now assured that her assumptions about my sexuality weren’t wisps of silvery smoke, Veronica lowered the blouse from her chest and let it drop once again to the floor. She reached for the waistband of her panties — then paused.

“Would you like to take my underpants off?” she asked, presenting herself to me.

Grinning foolishly, I nodded, and my twelve-year-old enchantress drew nearer. The sight of her budding breasts, small though they were, was a thrilling reminder that my sweet poppet was not so very far from leaving her childhood behind.

“When did you get these, sweetheart?” I asked, lightly tracing the soft mounds.

She blushed madly. “A c-couple of months ago,” she stammered.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

She slowly nodded, then added. “I kinda wish they were bigger, though.” Her cheeks were crimson.

If her breasts were appearing, I wondered how she had developed in other respects. If she had sprouted her first pubes, would they be the same golden hue as her hair? The thought of burying my face in her vulva and rubbing my nose through the silken down gave me a sweet, furtive twinge of pleasure.

“It’s a little embarrassing at first, isn’t it?” I said, wanting to ease her discomfort. “When I was your age, I just hated the way my body was changing. I thought every boy in school was staring, and every girl was making fun of me. Then my titties really began to come in…” I took her delicate hand and placed it inside my jacket, on my left breast. “…and you wouldn’t believe how fast my opinion of growing up changed.”

Her face still slightly flushed, Veronica gave me a shaky smile.

“Sweetheart,” I said, standing up. “Can you unzip my skirt?”

With clumsy hands, she did as instructed; I let the garment billow to the floor as she undid the catch. Stepping free of the skirt, I bent to pluck it from the carpet and draped it over the edge of my mattress, where it lay, black on white. It would have to be moved soon, as things grew even more heated between Veronica and me, but that could wait.

“Now my jacket,” I said, turning my back to her and extending my arms behind me. Haltingly, she reached up to take the garment by its collar, pulling it over my shoulders and down my arms, then stood holding it in both hands, unsure of what to do next. I silently indicated that it should go with my skirt — and with a nod, she laid it out neatly.

“Why don’t you unbutton my blouse now?” I murmured, seating myself before her on the bed.

Moving closer, Veronica reached for my top button. The girl’s excitement made her clumsy, and she struggled with it for a few seconds until it was unfastened.

“Relax, love,” I told her. “We have time… there’s no need to hurry things.”

“B-but I can’t wait!” she blurted, “I wanna see you with all your clothes off!”

“All right, all right,” I laughed. “Here, let me help.” Between the two of us, we made short work of those pesky buttons.

As she lifted my blouse over my shoulders, I found myself wondering if Veronica was more sexually experienced than I’d thought. I asked, “Have you ever done this before, sweetheart?”

“Not really,” she replied, tugging my top all the way off. “Um, I helped Mommy get dressed once after she got sunburned.”

She’d misunderstood the question, but I let it go. She was distracted anyhow, transfixed by the sight of my brassiere-clad breasts. I had selected a daring red lace bra earlier that day, dreaming of giving my Veronica a little glimpse of it if she came to visit. Her gasp of delight was exactly the response I’d hoped for.

“Wow,” she breathed, “that’s so, so sexy!”

“It is,” I agreed. “But you know what’s even sexier?”

She shook her head, staring at me with the hugest blue eyes.

“Taking it off.” I turned, offering my back to her.

I let her release the back catch, then remove the bra, baring my breasts. Her eyes widened even further, if that was possible, and her nostrils flared slightly. The very air seemed to crackle with excitement.

“They’re sort of small,” I said, cupping one of my breasts from beneath. “Hopefully, yours will be bigger.”

Her surprised look said that she considered my breasts anything but small, though they were. I liked them well enough, and so did the women or the occasional man I took to bed.

“Would you like to touch them?” I asked.

She turned an alarming shade of red. “I… I don’t know,” she said, suddenly uncertain of herself.

“They won’t bite you,” I said, with a smile and a wink. In the Jessica Hightower books, many things did bite unexpectedly.

Nibbling her lower lip, Veronica extended a trembling hand and brushed my left nipple with the tip of her index finger. I quivered at that and, startled, she snatched her hand away.

“It’s okay,” I said soothingly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m aroused, you see, and being touched made me shiver because it felt so good. You can touch it again, if you like.”

Somewhat reassured, but still visibly nervous, Veronica once again extended her hand and touched my nipple. This time, my little quiver of pleasure seemed to embolden her; and she allowed her hand to slowly open like a flower, her fingers spreading to cup my breast.

She seemed less than certain of where to go from there, and stood rooted to the spot, unmoving.

Placing my hand over hers, I squeezed it, then drew her close to me. Her face was perfectly on level with my breast, so I gently directed her to my left nipple, moaning as her warm, wet mouth enveloped it and began to suck. I shuddered again, even more powerfully this time, and cradled her head to me, as I would that of a nursing child. Veronica wrapped her arms around my waist, clutching me tightly.

I had never known such an arousing, yet so maternal a feeling in my breast. Never having had a child, I’d been deprived of the sweet sensation of a baby’s mouth taking milk from me. Experiencing this now with Veronica, I immediately felt a crazy longing to become pregnant and give birth.

I guided her mouth to my right nipple.

“You have such soft skin,” I breathed, running my hands across the tops of her shoulders and down her biceps. Her mouth left my right breast and returned to my left, leaving me to shiver ecstatically as the cool air of the room kissed my wet, extremely hard nipple. Did breast-feeding always feel as wonderful as this? Why, then, didn’t more women do it? I certainly would have, given the chance.

I let her suckle me for a few minutes, then drew away to let Veronica remove my half slip, then roll my pantyhose down and off. She did this awkwardly, dropping to a knee to allow me to step out of them, one foot at a time, giving her an indulgent smile when she left a small but fatal run in the left leg with a fingernail.

“Sorry, Miss Parsons,” Veronica mumbled shamefacedly as she rose.

“It’s okay, honey,” I laughed. How many pairs of pantyhose had I ruined in my lifetime? One hundred? A thousand? I could afford a million pairs of them — but the love of this young girl was beyond any price.

“Look! We both have on white panties!” Veronica cried, grinning delightedly as she pointed this out with one hand, the other modestly covering her chest.

“Yes,” I acknowledged. “You get to take mine off, and I get to remove yours. Which of us should go first, do you think?”

Smiling bashfully, she asked, “C-can I? I’m the — the kid here, so I ought to go first.”

“Go ahead,” I said, indicating my panties with a smile.

Returning to one knee, she grasped the waistband at either hip and slid my knickers effortlessly down to the carpet, allowing me to step out of them. For the first time ever, I stood naked before my prepubescent lover.

Gaping in wonder, Veronica moistened her lips as she stared quizzically at the juncture between my thighs. It seemed to confuse her that my vulva was not only completely hairless, but baby smooth. She looked up at me, the question forming on her lips.

“I had it removed,” I said. “By laser.”

Her blue eyes widened in astonishment. “Didn’t that hurt?” she gasped.

“A little bit,” I admitted. “But never having to shave again is worth it.”

The truth — a frightening truth I would never divulge to an twelve year old — was how truly horrendous that experience had been. Given a choice to repeat it, I’d gladly take every nick and cut inflicted upon me by a razor for the rest of my life.

“May I take yours off now?” I asked, gesturing at her underpants.

Nodding, Veronica stepped back and half-raised her arms at her sides. Why she did that I don’t know, but it was much too adorable a pose to discourage. Grinning, I dropped to my right knee, grasped the waistband of her snowy white panties, took a deep breath, and drew them down Veronica’s legs. My heart was beating like a bird’s wings as the cleft of her vagina was revealed to me, so close to my face that I detected the faint scent of girlish musk.

I pushed Veronica’s panties down to her feet, she daintily stepped from them, and I paused, taking the first good look at the sex of a little girl I’d had since… oh, since I was her age, studying myself in a hand mirror.

Her slit was still that of a child, bereft of hair — but the hint of wetness that lingered so enticingly on her pudenda made it clear that this particular child possessed a woman’s desires.

I longed to taste her, to lean across the centimeters that separated us and run the tip of my tongue over Veronica’s slit — but I knew that our first time was not to be rushed. I meant to savor every inch of her; play her body like a musical instrument.

Rising to my feet, I stood before Veronica. We gazed blankly at one another, a woman and a little girl, both completely naked but for the tiny pink socks she wore. The prelude to the dance was over, the moment of truth upon us.

At that moment, the realization hit home in a big way: this beautiful child and I were going to have sex. All I could think of was How to begin?

I let my heart decide. Extending a hand to take hers, I softly said, “I love you, Veronica.”

Her face seemed to glow with happiness. “I… I love you too, Miss Parsons!”

Laughing gently, I gave her hand a little squeeze. “You don’t have to call me ‘Miss Parsons’ anymore, Veronica. My name is Chloe.”

She weighed the name, savored it. “Chloe…”

“Come on, sweetheart,” I moved toward the bed, drawing Veronica along. “Let’s get comfortable.”

I climbed onto the bed, my little lover in tow. We found ourselves kneeling face to face, hands clasped together.

“You know what we’re going to do now, don’t you?” I asked, gazing down at Veronica.

She gave a single nod, her body trembling almost imperceptibly. “We’re gonna… d-do stuff. Sexy stuff.”

So precious. “That’s one way of putting it, sweetheart… but how about this instead: you and I are going to make love.”

Veronica nodded, more vigorously this time. “Yeah. That’s way better! Make love…” She gave me a bashful smile.

Slowly twining both arms around my naked angel, I bent down to claim her mouth in a kiss.

The child was still slightly tense in my embrace — a fawn in an unfamiliar forest — so I began gently, not wanting to frighten her. All was softness. My lips pressed lightly to hers for a heartbeat or two, then I drew back, pausing to place a delicate peck on the tip of her nose.

“Did you like that?” I murmured.

“Yeah…” she sighed, giving me a big dreamy smile.

So I kissed her again, this time letting it linger. Our mouths lightly brushed together for one wondrous moment. I could feel the tension slowly ebb from Veronica as I held her.

We slowly parted, and this time I let my eyes speak for me, giving her the sexiest, most desire-filled look I could summon up. I moistened my lips with the tip of the tongue, just like an old lover of mine used to when she wanted to tease.

My sweet Veronica was flushed, breathing heavily. “Wow,” was all she could say.

I moved in to kiss her once again, and this time she was ready for more, tilting her head slightly as her eyes drifted shut.

When we came together, I brought my tongue into play, tracing a path along Veronica’s lower lip. She moaned into our kiss. I pressed my advantage, licking my way around her open mouth.

The child tensed for a surprised instant, then she seemed to melt into my arms as her own tongue began to timidly engage with mine. I encouraged her, coaxing it forth.

The slow unfolding of this young girl’s passion dazzled me, stole the breath from my body. Her tongue blossomed in my mouth, and I answered her with a rising heat of my own, crushing my lips to hers.

Veronica loved it, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me with greater intensity, the edge of her childish lust growing keener by the second. She was pressing herself against me in a very tantalizing way, the softness of her belly occasionally grazing my smooth sex.

She made a tiny mew of disappointment when I suddenly withdrew my lips from hers, then whimpered with renewed delight as I began to nuzzle her neck, trailing moist open-mouthed kisses along her jawline, behind her ear, pausing to nip playfully at the lobe before moving down to the hollow of her throat.

“Oh,” Veronica moaned, all but delirious from these wonderful new sensations. “Oh.”

Tenderly cradling her in my arms, I laid Veronica down upon the bed, then stretched out alongside her.

Our mouths came together again, tongues mingling sweetly as my hand carefully ventured onto the plain of Veronica’s chest, seeking out a nipple. She sighed happily while I stroked the pink bud with a fingertip, making it stiffen.

Throwing caution to the winds, I slid down the bed, bending to take the child’s nipple between my lips. Her breasts were too slight to suckle easily, but I made up for that by pleasuring them with my tongue, making a show of licking at each nipple in turn. I placed my right leg over hers, allowing my thigh to rest lightly against the warmth of Veronica’s bare slit.

My child lover was squirming helplessly beneath me, overwhelmed by these strange new feelings. Her fear had magically evaporated; now, Veronica knew only joy. “Chloe… oh, Chloe, that feels so, so — ooooh, I don’t know!”

I’d planned to take my seduction of this enchanting twelve-year-old slowly, giving her time to adjust to and learn the ways of lesbian love. But it was clear that Veronica was eager to experience it all, more than ready for whatever I had to give. The little minx was rubbing her vulva into my leg, her head thrown back, mouth open.

I rolled onto my back, pulling Veronica on top of me. I sought out her lips with mine, and she kissed me eagerly, her little hands holding my face as she fucked my mouth with her tongue — there really was no other word for it. I nearly swooned, overwhelmed by the intensity of this child’s lust.

My hands traced a path down her back, lightly stroking the soft skin with the tips of my fingers, making her shiver deliciously as I made my way to her bottom. I cupped and fondled the angel-soft globes, picturing how they jiggled as she walked and liking the thought. I made a mental note to ask Veronica to strut around the room for me before she put her clothes back on.

Growing bolder, I allowed my fingers to delve between her buttocks, stroking the pucker of Veronica’s anus.

“Mmmmm… I like that,” she sighed happily, arching her hips.

I traced the tiny rosebud, pressing harder, very much wanting to slide a fingertip into her rectum. I recalled how, as an adventurous girl of fourteen, I had loved to penetrate my nether orifice with the handle of an old toothbrush, leaving it there while masturbating.

Deciding against going for further anal play so soon, though filing my desire away for the near future, I pursued a different goal: my little lover’s vulva. Down between her thighs my hand crept, seeking the honeyed core of Veronica’s sexuality.

Her slit was sticky and moist, and I traced the opening before easing the tip of my finger inside. A startled expression flashed upon her face, quickly fading to wide-eyed wonder. “Golly,” she whimpered, almost inaudibly. Encouraged, I began to press forward as gently as I was able, allowing the digit to penetrate Veronica even further. Her head lolled upon my shoulder, eyes drifting shut as her body relaxed, accepting my gentle invasion.

I probed deeper, slipping my index finger a millimeter at a time into the child’s tight vagina, Veronica’s breath coming in tiny gasps against my skin. Once I’d entered her up to the second knuckle, I withdrew a bit, then pushed back in again. I began to move in and out, feeling her open to me, growing increasingly hot and wet with each stroke. I’m fucking her, I told myself, I’m fucking my twelve-year-old lover.

I was careful not to rupture Veronica’s hymen, though I admit to imagining how it would be to have her give up her virginity to me, ask me to be the first to possess her completely. The thought made me shiver with lust. What might it be like to claim such a prize?

But that was for another time, if ever. For now, my objective was to give Veronica pleasure such as she had never known. I had no idea whether she had experienced orgasm before; but right then, I wanted more than anything to make her come.

Saying goodbye to my little girl’s nipples with a gentle kiss for each, I began to work my way downward, trailing my lips over her soft, soft skin. There was a tiny birthmark, about the size of a pencil eraser, along the stairway of Veronica’s ribcage; and I paused to pay loving homage to it before moving on.

Half of my finger was now inside the warm, moist sheath of the child’s vagina, moving in tight little circles. Far from feeling pain from my lewd intrusion, Veronica was enraptured, her hips shifting ever so slightly to that rolling finger as my lips ventured onto the frontier of her tummy.

I caressed the tender flesh with my face, breathing deeply, relishing the scent of her. Only now the familiar fragrance of Veronica was enhanced by a new, earthier aroma — and I felt a deep pulse in my womanly core at the realization that I was smelling her moist sex. My mouth watered, and I found myself even more desperate to taste her.

With that goal in mind, I continued down my little lover’s body, pausing to slide the tip of the tongue into Veronica’s navel. I expected her to be ticklish; instead, she moaned, then whispered, “That feels… so, s-so dreamy.”

Bidding the child’s belly adieu with another kiss, I nuzzled a pathway down to the gentle rise of her vulva, barely grazing the tender pink flesh with my lips. A tiny squeak escaped Veronica’s throat.

Then I laid between the sweet pillars of this little girl’s thighs, again taking in the view of her bare slit. This time, however, I would do much more than look.

You’re really going to do this, I told myself. You’re about to lick this child’s pussy. Give oral to a twelve-year-old girl.

At that moment, I was at peace. Any reservations I might have had before about making love to Veronica had vanished, as if conjured away by a magician’s deft hands.

Moistening my lips, I drifted closer; adorning that flawless sex with the gentlest of kisses.

“Oh, my g-gosh,” Veronica breathed, touching my head, her fingers twining into my thick auburn curls.

I paused, just long enough to sample her nectar from my lips. The thought made me smile. She was the flower, only just beginning to bloom… and I the bee, burrowing into her petals to gather the sweetness that flowed there.

Pretty corny, I told myself with an amused grimace as I placed my hands on Veronica’s slender hips, tongue emerging to take that first intoxicating lick.

“Ohhhhhhh…” she whimpered, her body arching in response. “Oooh, Chloe, that f-feels wonderful!”

I replied by licking her again, bathing the entirety of Veronica’s sex with a long, slow swipe of the tongue. She shivered deliciously, and I settled in to work, pleasuring my young lover with everything I had.

Thick, tart juices oozed from her vagina, painting my lips as I coaxed them forth. Mmmmm, delicious. Thirsting for more, I covered the smooth slit with my mouth and simply drank from my little Veronica — her essence flowing like warm honey over my tongue. With my thumb and index finger, I sought out her clitoris, gently manipulating the tiny pearl, nudging her ever closer to the oblivion of orgasm.

I could feel her hands tighten, clutching my head between her legs. Her rapid breathing evolved into a mewling cry that grew steadily in volume as I lavished affection on this baby-smooth slit, lying before this nude girl as if worshiping a goddess.

Then she was coming, tiny tremors racing through her legs that quickly swelled into shudders. I felt her fingernails bite into my scalp, heard hoarse, wordless moans escape her throat. Undaunted, I continued to pleasure Veronica with mouth and fingers until she cried, “No, no, n-no more!” clumsily shoving my face away.

As she recovered, gulping for breath, I left tender kisses on my little lover’s inner thighs, then began to work my way up her trembling body, reversing the path I’d taken earlier. Over the slight rise of her vulva — making Veronica inhale sharply when I adorned the flushed sex with a quick kiss — then onto the soft plain of her tummy.

With lips and tongue I traced a path between the twinned mounds of her barely-there breasts, pausing to briefly suckle each nipple in turn. Veronica sighed pleasurably, wrapping her arms around my back.

Up her chest to the regal pillar of the neck, over her chin, and then my mouth was upon hers. I was uncertain if Veronica would want to kiss me after I’d gone down on her, but her response stole my breath away — she crushed her lips to mine, her tongue darting into my mouth. I matched her ardor, kissing this exquisite child with every ounce of passion in me.

Finally we broke apart, Veronica gazing at me with astonished eyes. “I love you, Chloe!” she gasped. “Oh, gosh, Chloe, I love you so m-much!”

My heart was so full at that instant that I was dangerously close to crying. Instead I took a deep, calming breath, then gave my new lover an adoring smile. “I love you too, sweetheart. It’s… I’m not sure it’s ever been like this for me, the way I feel about you.”

A dazzled Veronica parted her lips to speak — then, with an almost imperceptible shake of the head, she kissed me, conveying her feelings without words. I responded, exploring this precious child’s succulent mouth.

A while later, she was curled up like a kitten in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Chloe?” she whispered, raising herself to look at me.

“Yes, angel.”

“I want to… to do sex stuff to you now. Just like you did to me. Can I, please?”

It was so touching, my beloved Veronica meekly asking for permission to pleasure me. I cupped her face in both hands, noting how warm her flushed cheeks were. “You don’t have to ask, Veronica. We’re lovers now, you and I — and you can do whatever you like to me. My body is yours.”

Her expression was dreamy. “Neat…”

Placing a soft kiss upon that delicate mouth for encouragement, I lay back, my head sinking into the pillow’s embrace. Both arms at my side, legs casually spread, I was completely open for Veronica. Rising to kneel beside me, she took in the entirety of my naked body, her gaze lingering for a heartbeat upon the smooth crease of my vulva, now visibly moist.

Her eyes, suddenly bashful, met mine. “Um… I’m not sure what t-to do,” she mumbled, cheeks pinked with embarrassment.

I felt for Veronica’s hand, took it in mine. “It’s not a test, sweetheart,” I replied soothingly. “This is a time for you to explore… to learn about a woman’s body.” I paused to lightly kiss the tips of her fingers. “You love me, don’t you?”

She nodded vigorously. “I do love you, Chloe. So much I feel like — like I could explode!

I smiled. “Then you don’t have to worry about what to do, honey.” With that, I relaxed, my eyes drifting shut, ready to be pleasured by this child of twelve.

The first thing I felt was her mouth, whisper-soft against mine. I parted my lips, a warm glow enveloping me as I received Veronica’s kiss, her tongue emerging to play. The impulse was there to kiss her back, to match her passion. Instead, I only responded with a gentle moan, encouraging Veronica to take the initiative in our lovemaking.

Fingers lightly brushed my breast, then her hand opened like a flower to cup the tender globe. I felt Veronica’s body stretch alongside mine, her vulva warm and moist against my side. She fondled one breast, then the other, now circling my lips with her tongue.

My cunt was a roaring furnace, and I ached with the need for orgasmic release. But I wanted my young lover to move at her own pace, to discover the delights of sex for herself.

Her mouth left mine with a flick of the tongue, and I opened my eyes to see Veronica’s face beaming down at me. “I like kissing you,” she sighed. “Your lips taste good.”

I reached up to stroke her cheek. “Have you ever kissed anyone this way before, sweetheart? You’re very good at it.”

“Me?” she squeaked in surprise and delight. “No, never… I wouldn’t kiss a smelly boy for anything. Yuck! And I don’t know any girls who’d let me kiss ‘em. I’d be scared to even try.”

I gazed deep into her eyes. “Well, you have me now, don’t you?”

Oh God, the dreamy expression on her sweet face at that instant… it made me melt inside. “Yeah,” she whispered, and her mouth descended to cover mine once more.

We kissed lovingly for a while longer, then Veronica drew away again. “I… I want to kiss the rest of you now,” she said.

“You may,” I replied with a smile, then closed my eyes.

I felt the light touch of Veronica’s lips as they grazed my neck. She was a little hesitant at first, but I only relaxed, counting on my little lover to gain confidence as she went.

She journeyed down to the hollow of my throat and further, kissing a moist path between my breasts. She raised her face from me, and I felt the warmth of her breath caressing a nipple. Then the wet heat of her mouth enveloped the stiffening bud.

It was lovely, lovely. My fingers tangled in Veronica’s blonde hair as she suckled me, and I allowed my free hand to glide down the smooth plain of her back until it was cupping the pert globes of my little lover’s bottom.

She pleasured my breasts for a long, wonderful while — switching from one nipple to the other; biting them gently, then harder, when I encouraged her to; fondling the unoccupied breast while she nursed. Young as Veronica was, she seemed to possess a real instinct for lesbian lovemaking.

Suddenly she was on the move once more — nuzzling her way further downward, pressing deep kisses into the softness of my belly. I couldn’t help but giggle when she probed my belly button, just as I had hers; then laughed out loud when she buried her face in my tummy and blew hard, making a loud farting sound. Pleased with herself, Veronica raised her face to flash me a grin.

“Silly girl,” I murmured fondly, tousling her hair.

With that, my little nymph bent to her work once more, her lips moving lower, still lower; down to the rise of my mons. I could feel my heart thudding wildly as she lightly kissed the smooth cleft, then took a fleeting lick.

She paused to sample the flavor before humming approvingly, burrowing deeper between my thighs for more.

It was glorious. My twelve-year-old lover was feasting on my cunt as if it were a long-awaited treat, licking and slurping with eager abandon. I could feel Veronica’s excitement, how thrilled she was to be loving me with her mouth. I was a goddess, the mother of universes. I contained multitudes.

Oh my love,” I gasped, raising myself up onto both elbows, suddenly wanting to see everything, to watch Veronica as she went down on me.

It was quite a sight, too. The child’s hands rested on either side of my vulva, framing her face. Her expression was so dreamy, as if she was eating the most scrumptious ice cream cone imaginable. Veronica licked my pussy, then kissed it, licked it several more times, then slurped wetly at my labia before pressing in to kiss me again.

She saw me looking, and lifted her head from the juncture of my thighs to gasp, “Your p-pussy is so pretty!” Taking another long lick, her eyes met mine again and she added, “It’s totally yummy, too…”

Veronica was paying the most attention to my vaginal opening, which felt incredible — but when her tongue grazed my pulsing clitoris, I cried out loud. “Oh. Oh yes! Right there, angel –oohhh, that’s s-so good!”

She gave me what I wanted, licking the tender nubbin again and again. Then I felt her warm lips envelop my clit, sucking at the tip as if it were a soda straw — and that was when the roof fell in, or at least it seemed to.

It began as a node of warmth in my belly and grew so swiftly I couldn’t even scream. A molten core of lava had broken open, its white-hot mass spilling forth, rushing in torrents through every inch of me. I rocked from side to side, fingernails clawing into the sheets.

The pleasure was quickly becoming too much to bear, but Veronica kept nursing from my cunt like a greedy infant. Another orgasm seized my poor battered body before I could summon up the breath to beg my young lover to stop. Instead, I had to push her away, hoping she wouldn’t misunderstand.

Luckily, she didn’t. I felt her place a tender kiss just above my mound, then another on my tummy. Two more for my breasts — one on each nipple — and a parting kiss to my chin before my precious Veronica nestled herself into me. My body was bathed from head to toe in sweat, but bless her, she didn’t seem to mind. Her little hand slipped into mine, and I gave it a soft squeeze.

We lay side by side, silent, at peace.

*****

It was an hour later. Veronica and I were still in bed… only now we were beneath the sheets.

I rested, hands behind my head, gazing into Veronica’s china-blue eyes, her warm cheek touching my breast. She smiled at me shyly and I smiled back. Had I ever felt so good before? Would I ever again?

“So. How long have you been planning this, you little minx?” I asked.

Grinning, she said: “Oh… only forever!”

“Forever isn’t a long time for a twelve-year-old,” I reminded her.

“Okay, for the last coupla months,” she yawned, snuggling into me. “I thought about you that way for lots longer, though — since I was about nine. That’s when I knew you liked me.”

“How did you know?” I asked in wonderment. “I mean, the way I felt about you?”

“How could I not know?” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“It was that obvious?”

She grinned. “It was to me.”

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and then the tip of her nose. The beige silk sheet covered our nude bodies up to the waist. Smiling, Veronica tugged it up to her shoulders and, raising her head, touched her lips to my left nipple, then the right. God, I adored this child.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you earlier, sweetheart,” I murmured, stroking her smooth back.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she replied. Then, “Well… maybe just a little.”

Achieving a 69 position with a 4’6″ tall sixth-grader had been something of a challenge. I’d first made the mistake of placing Veronica on the bottom, and had come close to simultaneously smothering her and dislocating her hips. Things had gone much more smoothly when I’d let the child range freely atop me, lowering her sex to my waiting mouth before burrowing between my thighs. I’d had to prop my head up with all the pillows on the bed, and the next day my neck would probably be stiff as a pine plank — but I had been able to lick her while she licked me.

I could still feel the caress of her lips against my vulva, and the insistent probing of her tongue inside me. My clitoris still tingled. The sweet, tangy flavor of her still lingered on my lips.

“You’ll have to brush your teeth before you go home,” I murmured. “I’ve got a new toothbrush you can use.”

She made a face. “I guess, yeah. Wish I didn’t have to, though. I like that I can still, y’know, taste your pussy.” She licked at her lips, then giggled. “Mmmm… better than candy!”

I had to laugh. “Well, thanks for the compliment.” Idly, I touched the largest and darkest of her infrequent freckles. Veronica’s nose had sunburned recently, as had her shoulders, and I carefully detached a tiny piece of loose skin. “You’re too fair for your own good, sweetheart,” I told her. “You’ll burn, even with sunblock.”

“I know,” she shrugged. “I always do.”

I craned up again and nuzzled her beautiful face, then drew my little lover into a proper kissing position. My arms curled around her back, and hers twined about my neck. I could feel the warmth and the slight wetness of her labia against my lower belly. We kissed, and I suddenly recalled the sensation of her delicate, inquisitive tongue inside my vagina, a thought that made me shiver.

Veronica broke away to peer at me, her eyes dancing in amusement. “I know what you’re think-ing a-bout…” she sang.

“I’m sure you don’t,” I teased back, then I drew her to me and let my tongue engage and entwine with hers. It was wonderful beyond words, kissing Veronica. Her mouth was sweet as a ripened peach, flavored with a hint of my womanly nectar.

After a long, lovely while our lips slowly drifted apart, and my little lover peered at the antique French clock on my bedtable, a glum expression appearing on her face as she noted the time. “Mom’s gonna be home before too long,” she pouted. “S’pose we oughta get all cleaned up now, huh?” She gave a sigh heavy enough to sink a rowboat.

At first I tried not to let my amusement show. My, how dramatic young girls can be…

Then the significance of her words sank in. My friend Ellen would be steering her Lexus into the driveway next door in about half an hour or less, and I had her twelve-year-old daughter in my bed, both of us naked and bathed in the thick musk of lesbian sex.

No need to panic just yet — but Veronica and I couldn’t afford to dawdle, either.

“You’re right, sweetheart,” I replied, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “C’mon, you — let’s take a shower.”

“Both of us? At the same time? Cool!” she squealed, her gloom magically wiped away. Casting the sheets aside with a sweep of her arm, she jumped to her feet.

I paused in mid-stretch to gape at her, a jolt of new desire coursing through me at the sight of Veronica’s supple body, still gloriously bare. She seemed almost like a magical creature at that instant, a pixie sent to enchant me.

Sternly squelching my reawakened lust, I beckoned her to follow, leading my little lover into the adjoining bathroom.

Once in the shower, we took turns getting wet, then I took a bottle of liquid soap and squirted a generous dollop of the pink stuff into Veronica’s palm, then mine. “Let’s wash each other,” I told her. We had time for that much fun, at least.

It was truly lovely, soaping up this exquisite girl while she did the same for me. Then we kissed hungrily, our bodies pressed together in a slippery embrace.

I already wanted Veronica again, ached to possess my wicked angel just once more beneath the flowing water — and the longing look I saw on her face told me that she was of the same mind.

“We’d better not, sweetheart,” I murmured, gazing into those china-blue eyes. “No time.”

“I know,” she sighed.

We took turns rinsing off, then I shut off the water and we emerged dripping from the shower. Reaching for a thick towel, I briskly dried Veronica, then let her return the favor. Then I sat her down on the toilet and went to work with my hair dryer and a brush. It wouldn’t do for Ellen to see her daughter with wet hair, not on such a sunny day!

That accomplished, Veronica and I came together in one last hug while we were still nude. She tilted her head up to mine and we kissed, our tongues gently engaging. My hands slipped down Veronica’s body to cradle her pert little bottom, and I felt her hands cupping my breasts, brushing my nipples erect with her fingers.

Finally we broke apart, exchanging resigned smiles, padded back into the bedroom and began to dress, not without an occasional wistful glance at one another as we concealed our nakedness. Veronica put her school clothes back on while I changed into comfy slacks and a flannel shirt — my usual attire when at home and writing.

Minutes later, we two were downstairs in the living room, innocently going through a portfolio of artwork I’d accumulated through the past few years for the Jessica Hightower books, including a few rejected pieces. My new lover was a wide-eyed girl again, eagerly discussing the pros and cons of each drawing with me.

When we saw Ellen steer her Lexus into the next-door driveway, I fumbled for Veronica’s hand, giving it a brief squeeze before we rose to make our way to the front door.

As her mother emerged from the car, trim and elegant in her pants suit, Veronica skipped down my stairs to meet her. “Hey, Mom!” she chirped. “I forgot where Daddy put the key, so Miss Parsons let me stay with her till you got home.”

Ellen rolled her eyes. “Veronica, I swear…” she sighed, then gave me a sheepish smile. “Hi, Chloe. Thanks for looking after our little space cadet.” She tousled her daughter’s hair.

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” I laughed. “She’s good company –especially after spending all day in front of the word processor.”

That was when a truly divine stroke of inspiration hit me.

“You know, El,” I said, “if it’s okay with you, I don’t see why Veronica can’t drop by every day after school. I’m almost always here in the afternoon, and I’d be happy to look after her until you get home.”

Veronica clapped her hands in glee, suddenly bouncing up and down where she stood. “Yeah!” she cried. “Oh, Mom — can I, can I?”

Ellen frowned. “But, Chloe — haven’t you got work to do? I can’t let Veronica take you away from that…”

I shook my head. “No, no, it’s fine. It’ll do me a world of good to take a break around then, anyhow… and like I said, she’s perfect company. Honestly, I’d love to have her.” In more ways than one, my wicked libido added, but I quickly pushed the thought away.

“Please, Mom, please?” begged Veronica, clasping both hands together before her in a prayerful pose. “I’ll be good, and do everything she tells me to – honest I will!”

Ellen furrowed her brow. “Well… we’ll have to discuss this with your father first, honey,” she replied. “Now go inside and change out of your school clothes. I need to talk to Chloe for a minute.”

“Okay, Mom,” she shrugged, then bounced up the stairs. I had to resist a powerful urge to stare at her legs. When she reached the door, Veronica turned to wave at me. “Bye, Miss Parsons. Thanks for letting me stay over. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow, huh?”

“Bye, Veronica,” I murmured, not knowing what else to say.

She gave me the hugest smile before going inside, leaving me lightheaded with renewed desire.

Turning back to Ellen, I was startled to see a stern look on her face. “Chloe Parsons,” she said in a low, even voice, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you — and it’s about Veronica.”

Suddenly it felt as though the temperature had jumped twenty degrees in an instant. Oh God oh God oh God… does she know? How on earth could she possibly know?

My head swam, and I struggled desperately to remain calm while seeming surprised. “Why, Ellen? What’s the m-matter?”

She folded her arms, one eyebrow arched. “Did you really give my daughter four cookies the other day?”

Now, I had to conceal the intense relief I felt. “Oh, my… should I not have done that?”

“Well, no,” Ellen replied. “For one thing, she barely touched her dinner that night. But even for dessert, I never let her eat more than two cookies. We’re trying to keep her from having too much refined sugar, you know.”

I spread my arms in a gesture of supplication. “God, I’m sorry, Ellen. I wasn’t even thinking. Well, don’t worry — I didn’t offer her any sweets today!” I hastened to add.

Her smile had returned. “Good. If she’s in the mood for a snack, give her an orange or a banana.” She touched my arm. “Sorry if I sound like one of those neurotic moms you see on talk shows. And if you really don’t mind having Veronica hang out with you after school, that’s fine by me. Lord knows it’s better than having her pottering about at home by herself!”

I envisioned a string of afternoons with my twelve-year-old lover, the two of us naked and stretched out on my bed, sharing kisses.

“I want you to promise me, though,” Ellen continued, a hint of sternness returning to her face, “that if you have something important to take care of, some work to do – or if you just need some time to yourself — you’ll send Veronica straight home. Promise?”

“Okay, okay,” I chuckled. “You have my word, El. If anything at all comes up, I’ll give her a rain check.”

“Perfect. And now –” she gave an exasperated sigh — “I’m gonna get out of these damn heels and have myself a stiff drink before I get started on dinner. Work was an absolute bear today.” She mounted the stairs, then paused, turning back. “Hey, by the way, you and I need to get out sometime… let our shopping demons run amuck!”

“Sounds like an idea,” I nodded. “I need a jacket to match that skirt from Janaway’s — you remember, the oatmeal tweed? How about Saturday?”

“Works for me. We can do lunch at Chez Phillippe.” She gave a brief wave. “See you, Chloe.”

“Night, Ellen,” I replied to my neighbor’s retreating figure.

When her door closed, I wandered back into my own house in a joyful daze. Drifting upstairs, I entered the bedroom where the smell of our lovemaking still lingered. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I lay down on my bed, burying my face in the place where Veronica had been when I went down on her that first time, breathing deeply of the sex-scented sheets.

Finally I rose, took a bottle of wine and a glass from the cabinet next to my desk, then sat down before the computer, where I logged on and entered the word processor. My mind was crackling with creative energy, eager to compose.

Six hours later, I’m still here, putting the final touches on this amazing story. I began it by describing my helpless passion for the twelve-year-old girl next door, then set down an account of how she and I first made love. Unlike so many other creations from my pen, this tale will never be shared with anyone — well, perhaps Veronica, one day.

I admit to feeling rather dazed at the thought of the danger involved in my venture into lesbian love with a girl so young. It’s madness, honestly — carrying on an passionate love affair with the barely pubescent daughter of my next door neighbors. A chill races along my spine at the thought of being caught at my perverted doings by Ellen and Paul, of losing my career as an author of children’s books, even my freedom.

There are many possibilities — some glorious, some tragic, and I have no certain idea of where things will lead from here. For the moment, at least, Veronica and I are lovers. But I’m not so dazzled by sunshine and rainbows that I expect what we have to last forever. My sweetheart will be a teenager soon, and eager to stretch her wings. Her eye will quite naturally stray to other girls, and some of them will return her interest. She’ll seek out new experiences, new partners as she explores her sexuality to the full.

I certainly won’t begrudge her that, and hope I’ll be strong enough to let things end with a smile when the day comes to set my little sweetheart free. It’s enough that Veronica has made me feel more alive — and more loved — than I have in years. I’ll content myself with being hers for now — and for as long as she’ll have me.


Author’s Note:

This story began its life more than two years ago as a back-and-forth collaboration between myself and a dear friend I’ll simply call L, who had three exquisite stories posted at Leslita under the name Rebecka. We wrote about three parts each (about a quarter of the completed work) before L asked me to finish the rest myself, because we were spending so much time on it that she was unable to work on her own project. That turned out to be her wonderful novelette “Snow Angels,” which you can find here.

I spent the next eighteen months or so filling this story out, always in the midst of writing other things for Leslita. In the process, I ended up adding to and reworking the parts we’d already done as the tale grew and grew.

L and I fell out of touch with the passing of time, but she lives on for me in this story. Wherever she may be, I’ll always think fondly of her… and will not be surprised at all if she turns up again one happy day.

4 Comments on The Latch Key Girl, Part Two

  1. HardJulia says:

    I really enjoyed this one.

  2. Myka says:

    Nice one JB … much preferred chapter 2 though lol :)

  3. Dav says:

    Really lovely story, Jetboy. Loved it. And Rebecka’s Snow Angels is one of my favourite Leslita stories!

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