Anonymous: The Club, v3-4

I supposed that originally I had started dreaming about sex with little girls because older girls or women were a little frightening or even possibly dangerous to me. I could feel emotionally and physically safe if I had only to deal with a child who could not harm me or otherwise threaten me, no matter what I did to her. But here was a child who not only was a threat to me, but was offering to be a willing and cooperative partner in my bizarre adventures, and who probably could teach me a lot from actual experience that I had not even been able to dream of, so limited had been my ideas by my preconceptions that she had to be an opponent, I stared in profound admiration and awe at little Jeannie, trying to fathom her novel theory and to see who she was that she could so attract and excite me.

As I have described, she was very average in size for her age, even though she had more poise and self-assurance than one would expect. She was dressed in a mildly flaring gray flannel skirt, topped with a fuzzy white sweater which made her look very cute and normal, and emphasized her total lack of biological development toward womanhood. She wore white ankle-socks and black and white saddle-shoes, and, in addition, had a most appropriate smudge on the end of her button-nose, from the pencil with which she had been doing her arithmetic homework. I doubt that she was wearing any make-up of any sort, so natural did she seem, but her full rounded cheeks had a healthy flush of pink, and her full sensuous lips were deeply red and moist by nature.

I have no idea how long the two of us sat there, taking each other in and studying each other, but the more I saw the better I liked it, and the lovely little smile on Jeannie's face grew larger as she kept looking me over.

I managed to break the silence first, saying, “Jeannie, I am so pleased and surprised that I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to have discovered you. I didn't think there could be such a wonderful little girl in all the world. The whole idea that you might want to play sex-games with me is the most exciting thing I can imagine. It ought to be much better than having to make some child do it, the way I had to with Susie last week.”

She blushed shyly at my honest praise, and added, “I think it will be fun with you, too. You seem to like little girls so much that I hope you like me even more. Some of the men I have played with just seem to do it with me because I am different, not because they really like me. And then it isn't nearly so much fun as when I am liked for myself and what I am and can do. I don't like to be just a freak for those men to experiment with.”

“It looks like the mutual admiration society is in full session.” I joked with her, very pleased and excited. “Since I am your guest here tonight, I'll do anything you want, so if you tell me your ideas, I am at your service.”

“Well, first let me tell you something so you can stop worrying for later on,” she said seriously. “I told you I am sort of the mascot of the place, and that means that they are very-careful that I don't get hurt or into any trouble while I'm playing the sex games with older men. There is somebody watching us all the time, just to make sure that you don't try to hurt me or anything. I know now that you wouldn't try anything bad with me, but I'm just telling you so that you won't worry about whether it's all right. If we do anything very special, they may take movies of us, but I like that, and I hope you won't mind.”

“Anything you want, Jeannie, is all right by me,” I told her, holding my hands out to take both of hers warmly. “Just let me know what you want, and I'm with you all the way.”

“Well, I think you would like to see me all bare, wouldn't you?” she asked pertly, wiggling her thin little hips and bottom in a burlesque of the sinuous movements of a grown woman trying to be seductive. “So why don't I take off my clothes now, and then afterwards I can help you get undressed. When we are both all bare naked, I'm sure we can find lots of fun-things to do with each other.”

With these direct childish words, Jeannie sat down on the chair by her dressing-table, more or less facing me, and began to take off her saddle-shoes and socks. As she spread her plump thighs to get at the laces, my eyes pierced up into the shadows beneath her little flannel skirt and I could see a streak of white panties at the top. As she tugged the shoe and sock off her little foot, there was no question that I had glimpsed the dainty covering of the cute little pussy I was soon to be playing with, for the alleged amusement of both of us. And again as the other shoe and sock came off, I caught another glimpse of the tantalizing white barrier at the top of her little thighs.

Now she stood up and with the half-clumsy, half-grace of a child, she peeled off the tight white sweater which had clasped her cylindrical, unformed chest, flipping it over her head and tossing it on the desk, with a sideways shake of her alert head to resettle her page-boy hair-do. She wore a white silk slip, decorated with fine white lace, and now she quickly unfastened the waist of her gray flannel skirt, running the zipper down the side. The garment fell at her feet, and she gaily kicked it to the desk beside her sweater.

The lower half of her dainty white slip billowed out in crisp folds, having helped support her flaring over skirt. Now she struggled to peel off this diminutive piece of underwear, but it took some doing, since it fit her very snugly around the waist and chest, and had to be tugged without grace or dignity, as all children fight their clothes.

At last it was off, and she stood revealed before me covered only by a pair of tiny white silk or nylon panties which had cute ruffles all over them, front, sides, back, and around the lower edges, giving a false effect of roundness to her hips and pelvis, in tiny imitation of a grown and developed woman. Slowly she walked over toward where I sat on the edge of the bed, and stood just within my reach. She smiled sweetly and hopefully up into my face and said, “Do you like my nice new panties? I think they're cute. And maybe you'd like to help me take them off, so I'd be all bare for you to play with.”

I reached out and put my hands around her tiny waist and drew her to me. I gently kissed her on the lips and cuddled her tiny body against me. “I'll do anything you want, Jeannie, dear. I'll be glad to make you all bare.”

While she stood close before me, snuggling up to where I sat, I put my fingers in the elastic waistband of the gleaming white frilly little briefs and tugged them down over her hips. As in all children, there was very little difference in size between her waist and her hips, so that presently the dainty tiny garment was about her ankles, and she gaily kicked it into the air toward where her other clothes had been tossed. Now she sat on my lap and earnestly asked, “Do you think I'm cute, George, now that I'm all bare?”

“I sure do, Jeannie. Even cuter, if possible, than when you had clothes on.” I told her, hugging her.

“I'm glad you think so, but I don't see why you like me like this. As compared with a grown-up woman, I'm so plain and they're so fancy. They should be much nicer for you.” She frowned as she put forth this philosophy, but then she smiled brightly up at me, asking, “Now that I'm all bare for you, would you like to look at my pussy?”

“That will be wonderful, Jennie! I'd love to look at your cute bare little pussy. I'm sure it's the cutest one in the whole world, and I want to play with it, too, in any way you want me to.”

She immediately hopped up and stood on my thighs as I was sitting on the edge of the bed. This brought her nude little crotch right before my face, and I inspected it with pleasure and rising excitement as she waved and wiggled it around, exposing every facet of its beauty for me. The firm rounded outer lips formed pink elevated ridges down each side, just inside where the crease of her thighs formed. Between these pouting fleshy rolls was the darker crevice of her slit, with almost no evidence of the thin petal-like inner lips which are so important a part of an older and more developed cunny.