Rod Strong: The innocence of children

Shirley looked down at the boy's bobbing head, wondering at the amazing feelings that were shooting through her body. The little girl wondered if this was what her mother was always so afraid would happen to her.

She hoped not. The eleven-year-old felt his tongue licking faster and faster, building the heat even higher in her body. She sure hoped not, because what she was doing sure felt wonderful…

The eyes of every male in the vicinity always followed little Shirley Lowe as she walked to and from school every weekday. Though a mere eleven years of age, Shirley had that indefinable something that made every man wish he could commit pedophilia. Not that she was a teasing girl. She had been brought up in a nice, moral household, and even went to religious school two days a week.

But Shirley had that indefinable something, all right. It wasn't the way she walked, nor was it her speech. Yet when the girl looked at a male capable of feeling any kind of sexual sensation, the male inwardly reacted. Her large, brown, innocent eyes seemed to be asking indecent questions, begging for answers. The girl's nose was a bit longer than it should have been, yet it in no way detracted from her youthful sensuousness. Shirley had a sweet, ripe, sensuous pair of lips, and everything was set in an oval face surrounded by long, brown hair.

The girl's body seemed to have been born with certain feminine curves. Though her breasts had not yet started developing, she did have a wasp-thin waist. Her hips and buttocks were still boyish and almost flat, but her thighs were smooth and slender and her calves were already shaping nicely.

Shirley was a total innocent and had no idea what kind of lust she was arousing in the males who looked at her. It was only now, at this age, when certain chemicals never-before manufactured in her body first started being released, that she, herself, began feeling things, though she had no idea what things.

And had it not been for the party, Shirley might have remained innocent a little longer.

The party had been for Billy Kapp, who had just turned twelve. Shirley hadn't wanted to go, but her mother had made such a fuss, the young girl had finally given in. Her mother had dropped her at the party at twelve thirty on Sunday afternoon, telling Shirley she would be by to pick her up again at six.

The party for Billy Kapp was in the basement of the Kapp house. It had just begun, and six other kids were there, already. The large basement playroom had built-in wall seats on two sides of the room, with a soda fountain to the right. One had to go through a small closet to get to the soda fountain's workings. The floor was black and white tiles, while the ceiling was all turquoise, with a star hanging in the middle, all lit up.

By one thirty there were more than twenty kids at the party, and by two thirty they began playing games like post office and spin the bottle. Shirley joined in and allowed a few boys to kiss her, and by four thirty the party had all but completely wound down. In fact, aside from Billy Kapp, himself, Shirley and one other boy, Harold Schaff, were the only kids there. Billy's parents were upstairs entertaining some adults, and Shirley was feeling kind of tired. Billy, who had fuzzy blond hair, and was very thin, suggested they play a game he had seen his parents play, and Harold, who was skinny with dark hair, agreed. Harold was both shorter and thinner than Billy. His hair covered his ears which otherwise would have looked like the rear doors of a four-door sedan, wide open.

"What kind of a game?" Shirley asked, somewhat wary.

"Hey, it's a lotta fun," Billy assured her. "We ain't gonna be bothered down here for quite awhile. That party upstairs my folks are having is so noisy, no one'll ever think to check on us down here. And when I tell you it's a lotta fun, believe me, it's a lotta fun."

"Well just how do we play it?" Shirley asked.

"My folks belong to what is called a swap club. I don't know what it all means, but every once in awhile, some other guy comes over here, and the guy, with my dad, plays with my mom. I look through the keyhole in their bedroom, and boy do they have a ball."

"I don't know if I like this game," Shirley insisted.

"Hey come on," Billy said. "We won't hurtcha. I promise. Nothing bad'll happen, and you'll have fun."

"Well, just as long as you don't try hurting me, okay," the girl agreed.

"First thing, we gotta get undressed," Billy told her.

"Oh gee, no!" Shirley replied. "My mom tells me I should never show myself off in front of boys."

"Sure," Harold nodded. "That's 'cause grownups like to keep all the fun to themselves. Come on, Shirl. Let's try it. Billy and me won't hurt you. You know that."

"Well… okay, but if you do hurt me, I'll tell my ma."

The two boys stripped down to their underwear, but noticed Shirley was hesitant, so they helped her. The girl felt them undoing her dress, slipping it over her head, and then peeling off her undershirt, shoes and socks, and finally, her panties.

"Gee," Billy said, looking at her. "You're pretty. You're prettier than my dumb sister. She's got hair all over her crack. I like yours. It's nice and bare."

The pouting pink lips of Shirley's youthful pussy glistened and shone. She didn't know why, but she was feeling a warmth through her even with her clothes off. She should have been embarrassed, but the young girl felt good. She liked the way the boys were looking at her.

"Okay," she said. "I'm all undressed, now you two boys take off your underwear."

"You bet." Billy nodded, and the two boys stripped.

"Gee!" Shirley murmured, staring at their small erections. "What are those? I mean, I've never seen anything like them before."

"Gosh, haven't you ever looked at a naked boy, before?" Harold asked.

"Heck, no," she answered. "My ma keeps telling me it's sinful to look at a naked man. I don't know why, though."

"Aw heck, your ma just wants to keep you from having a heck of a good time," Harold told her, "You can look at me all you want."

"What is that thing sticking out from between your thighs?" Shirley asked.

"That's a cock," Billy told her. "I have one, too. I know 'cause I hear my folks call my dad's stick a cock. I guess all guys have one."

"Boy, yours is so much bigger than Harold's," Shirley noted.

"Yeah, well mine'll grow," Harold said. He sounded hopeful.

In spite of what her mother had cautioned, Shirley felt an urge to reach out and grab the penises. She wanted to touch them and see what they felt like.

"What do we do now?" the girl asked.

"Well," Billy told her, "we begin by standing on either side of you, and we each touch one of your thighs."

The two boys moved next to Shirley, then reached down. Each one placed a hand on one of her thighs. She felt their hands lightly kneading her skin, afraid to squeeze and pinch.

Shirley saw they were enjoying the touching of her as much as she liked the feel of their hands. Harold had his eyes half-closed, watching Billy's movements and imitating whatever Billy was doing, since this was the first time he had ever touched a naked girl. Soon, Shirley noted both boys were touching the same thigh.

Shirley felt both boys leaning their heads on her shoulders, peering up and down the length of her hairless body. Their eyes were warm on her small, flat breasts, and she was embarrassed as Billy said, "Gee, I'll bet it won't be long before you're sporting one helluva pair of boobs." She reddened as the boys' hands moved down to her thighs again, only this time much closer to the juncture between them.

"Boy, a real virgin," Billy was whispering.

"What's a virgin," Harold asked.