Chapter 1
“That’s not a cunt!” I exclaimed, as I leaned forward pretending to look closer.
“W.. what is it then?” squeaked my young pretender, fearing that she was somehow deformed!
“Well, at best it’s a cuntlet.” I said flatly.
Fearing the worst, my small neighbour let her bikini bottom smack back against her thigh and quietly asked what a cuntlet was.
“Well, Girlie…” I hesitated, dragging the answer out… “It’s, it’s a kitten!”
“A kitten!”
“Exactly! Not quite a Pussy yet!” I said lamely.
Nikki stared at me in disbelief, her cute little nose flared as she prepared to defend herself.
“Now, you listen here Mr Mac! I know it’s a proper cunt. It does everything a cunt should do and I love it. I’ve had it all to myself until today when I foolishly decided to show it to you because I’m so fucking horny and I don’t know what to do with myself! I’ve always trusted you Mr Mac and I know you are an experienced man, old enough to be my father. And I thought you might help me to understand… and just get myself off for fucks sakes!”
And with that outburst, all in one breath, she burst into tears and headed for the door. It had been some time since I’d moved so quickly, and I surprised myself by scooping her up and holding her tight.
“Sshh Girlie…” I said tenderly. “I was only playing the game we always play. We always give each other a hard time! But I’m sorry, I didn’t realise the gravity of the situation. I thought you were just being… well… you!”
I had not seen my Girlie cry since she was about 4 or 5. With my neck and shoulder wet with her tears, I walked to the lounge and sat down as gently as I could with my warm foetal-position bundle who snuggled into me and burrowed her way into my heart yet again.
We stayed like that until dusk, neither of us speaking. Eventually I said quietly: “Hey Girlie, should you be getting home?”.
“Nah, the oldies have gone to my Nan’s and the others will be stuffing their faces on pizza by now. I’d rather stay with you.”
It was starting to get chilly after a warm day, so I got up and went to my bedroom, retrieved a flannel shirt and tossed it to Nikki. “Here, put this on.” I said as I headed to the kitchen. Nikki put it on, but the bikini and t-shirt were on the lounge when I got back, with a bowl for crisps, a bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio and two glasses. The front of my “flanno” was not done up!
“What are you trying to do to me Girlie?” I asked as I adjusted my board shorts. She looked pointedly at what I had just done and said: “Exactly that!” with a huge smile.
We settled into the lounge and Nikki drew her right foot up under her so that her heel nestled neatly into her small cleft. Over the next 10 minutes while we talked her foot continued to move.
“Now listen Girlie… “I said. “We need to get a few things straight.
I’ve known you since I stuck my head over the back fence to see what all the giggling was about. I’ve fixed your bike, and recently rebuilt the engine in that thing you drive to University. I’ve watched you climb trees better than boys, outplay them at soccer and win swimming and athletics medals at a high level. Until about 6 months ago you were an out and out tomboy and hated me calling you Girlie!
All of a sudden you are a very sexy young girl and”
She cut me off: “Woman! I’m a woman!”
“Well, that remains to be seen… and maybe you are!” I looked at her tenderly and she smiled that smile that melts my heart every time.
“So, you’ve discovered your sexiness and you love everything to do with it… right?”
“Yes! I have!” replied Girlie.
“But you don’t know exactly what to do with this new-found delight?”
“No!, I mean Yes! Oh, I’m so confused. I just know that I need to do something about it or I’ll go crazy!”
“And, you are still a virgin Nikki?”
“Fuck yes! I tried a couple of guys at Uni but I think I picked gay ones who ran a mile!
“But, you masturbate, you know, touch yourself.” I said gently.
“Oh yes Mr Mac! Sometimes several times a day. But it doesn’t make any difference and I’m missing something, I know!” and with that she burst into tears again.
I moved towards her on the lounge and she launched herself into my arms, my right hand somehow inside the shirt. I almost recoiled at the heat of her. Her body was so warm… and inviting. As if by instinct I ran my hand down her side and up her back whilst she snuggled into me and kissed my neck. This girl was seriously “in heat”!
Again, instinct took over and suddenly I now had both hands inside the shirt. The back of my right hand pushed up towards her small breast and I lightly caressed it, feeling her proud nipple with my knuckle. I trapped it between 2 fingers, squeezed and pulled.
“Yes!” she hissed, and I felt her rubbing herself against her heel.
“Nikki, it’s OK to touch yourself. Show me how you do it.”
Nikki shook her head slowly, but I proceeded to open the shirt and laid her back against the arm of the lounge.
“Get comfy and show me. You’ll love it once you get started.”
Nikki did as I suggested and slowly moved her right hand down to cover her vulva. This was the first opportunity I’d had to really look at her beautiful little-girl’s bits. There was almost no pubic hair, just a light fuzz of blond curls like she’d had on her head as a 4-year-old. There was a perfect little slit running down with just a hint of rolled labia either side. No sign of a clit or a hood to keep it hidden. Despite its youthful appearance, there was a forbidden sexiness and it took a serious talking to myself, not to just reach out and take possession of this thing of beauty and desire.
As her right hand began to move, her left hand moved to her right breast and her eyes fluttered shut.
“I can still feel your fingers pulling my nipple. Fuck it feels so good!” she said.
“I’ll do it again and I’ll suck them once you show me what you do to make yourself cum.” I said.
Nikki’s eyes flew open and she began to tear up again. So, that’s it I thought. This girl has never had an orgasm and, somehow she knows something is missing!
“It’s OK Sweetheart, just relax and go back to showing me what you do. You were beginning to enjoy that weren’t you?”
She nodded her head and began to mover her hand, pushing her knuckles away from contact and angling her fingers towards her vagina. Gradually she used one and then two fingers to push into her vagina. She was wet, very wet and a squishy sound began to build in pace and voracity as her hips bucked to meet her furiously moving fingers.
OK, I thought, this is different. She’ll go for her clit soon. But it didn’t happen and with the sounds of frustration in her laboured cries, her worn out wrist gradually slowed, and she came to rest, breathing hard but more frustrated than before she started!
“See! Something’s wrong! I can’t cum! What’s wrong with me Mr Mac?”
More tears.
“Girlie, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you. I think you just need to learn a little bit about your body and your new-found… err, new-found girl bits! Just like you had to learn to swim, ride your bike, kick goals from anywhere!” I said beaming at her.