Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2020 19:23:35 -0600 From: Ocelot Subject: Dawn Grows Up Chapter 1 Hey. So, this story contains scenes of consensual sex between an adult male and a minor girl. If this kind of thing is offensive, or illegal where you live, or yadda yadda, leave. If you wish to read, get naked and enjoy yourself! I grant Nifty a license to display this story on their servers. This story is not to be displayed on any other website. Also, Nifty cannot continue to host stories such as these without your generous donations. Give `til it hurts! This story is dedicated to a certain naughty Jedi. It was my pleasure in creating this story with you. My car needed service. Oil change, new tires, and other maintenance. It wouldn't be ready until the next day. I got a ride home from the dealership service center from a driver in a new car. As we went down my street, I saw that there was a moving truck backed into the driveway of the house next door. I thanked the driver, and he drove away. I could see into the back of the truck. Nobody was in it. I was wondering who my new neighbors were when a voice spoke at my elbow. "Hello! I'm your new neighbor! I'm Dawn!" The voice was bright and cheery. Turning, I saw the owner of the voice. Since summer was just coming on, she was dressed in a crop top and shorts that stopped before her mid-thigh. Her brown hair hung loose, flowing well past her shoulders. The shorts were pink, her top was blue. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, and saw her innocence. Big and doe like, her eyes took me in, and I saw a hint of impishness there. She smiled, and it was truly radiant. She had braces which only made her cuter. I'd always enjoyed young girls, but never had the chance to do anything with one. My heart tried to remember how to work. My lungs were empty. She had left me breathless with just one smile. I struggled to remember my name. "Hey. I'm Weston Kife. Call me Weston. Welcome to the neighborhood." I could feel my blood rushing through my body as if I was a horny teenager again. I was in reality a 28 year old man. She took my hand. Her skin was so soft and smooth, her hand dainty in mine. "It's nice to meet you, Dawn." "Nice to meet you, Weston. I'm eleven and almost twelve! My birthday is in a few weeks!" "Well! A birthday! How far did you move to get here? Can your friends from your old house come for your party? I can't imagine you'll make many friends with school out for summer." Dawn's face fell, and I felt bad for her. Clearly she wouldn't be having many friends over. My mind raced, and I tried to think of something I could do to help cheer her up again. In a flash, thanks to the blood racing through my body, I had an idea. "Can I meet your mom and dad? If they're agreeable to it, maybe we could have your birthday party in my backyard. I've got a pool, and if I recall right, your house doesn't. That would be a good motivator to get people to attend." "That would be wonderful!" Dawn flashed me that brilliant and beautiful smile again. "My old friends live an hour away now, so a pool party would be great to get them to come!" "Did someone say pool party?" Turning my head, I saw a tall dark haired woman coming down the front steps. No doubt this was Dawn's mother. If I was more interested in grown women, rather than young girls, I knew I'd jerk off thinking of her, not Dawn. Her hand clasped mine, and her skin was just as soft and smooth as Dawn's. "Hey. I'm Weston. I live next door. Dawn told me about her birthday coming up in a few weeks. You can have it in my backyard if you like. A pool party for the kids. Drinks and barbeque for the adults. I have a big grill for when my friends come over. I know moving can be expensive, especially here in the Bay area. I'd happily help cover costs for food and cake and decorations. I don't yet know what Dawn likes, but I'm sure we could make a party that she'll remember for a long time." "Are you sure? Are you married? What do you do for a living?" The questions came from Dawn's mother rapid fire. "Yes, no, and I'm a day trader. I grew up on the floor of the New York Stock exchange, did lunch on Wall Street with brokers who knew my father, and I have a knack for it. I'm only 28, but I'm well off that I don't need any roommates to cover expenses. Now that technology has grown in leaps and bounds, I can do my trading from home, without having to endure the hustle and bustle of the trading floor." "Really? I'm Shawna, and my husband's name is Eli. We're scientists and moved here so Dawn could learn the history and culture of the Bay area. We travel for work sometimes, and this move has us within a reasonable distance of the airport." "Culture, yecch!" Dawn scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out. I knew the feeling. I didn't really care for nonsense like culture all that much. I moved here for the beaches. Lots of pretty young girls could be admired behind some mirrored sunglasses. With a book in my lap, it was the perfect cover for my raging hard on. "Eli! Over here! Meet Weston!" Shawna called her husband over as he descended the steps. "Nice to meet you," I said, shaking a third hand that was also soft and smooth. Dawn's father was the tallest of his little family, stopping at 5'10". I was 6'3" myself. Little adorable Dawn was no taller than five feet even. We continued talking, and got to know each other a bit better. We agreed that they could come over for dinner that night, since I had no doubt they'd be worn out from moving. Since I had the market to consider, and their moving truck wasn't empty yet, we went our separate ways, promising to see each other at 7 PM that night. I went inside my house, went into my bedroom, and shut the door. I always kept the curtains drawn in my bedroom since I always slept naked. I stripped my clothes off, and lay on my bed. My seven inch uncut cock was hard, throbbing for attention, and oozing pre. I slowly stroked it as I thought about Dawn in a swimsuit. Was it a one piece? A bikini? No doubt it would cling to her beautiful body. I imagined fucking her as she wore her swimsuit, top off, and the bottoms pushed to one side so I could enter her wet pussy. She was so little beneath my frame, and held me close as she moaned my name as my cock repeatedly slid in and out of her. Finally, blowing my load with eight massive ropes of cum, I lay there, my cock deflating in my hand as I panted for breath. Soon, I recovered enough to take a shower, and wearing only a snug pair of boxer briefs, I sat in front of my computer and monitored the markets. When they closed, I sat back in my chair, and thought about dinner. One chance to make a first impression. One chance to make a good second impression, too. I got dressed in khaki pants and a dark polo shirt. When 7 PM rolled around, the doorbell rang. I opened, it smiling. Not because I was happy, but because I was still on a high from my earlier orgasm about Dawn. They all looked quite well dressed. Dawn had on a light brown dress which contrasted nicely with her lightly tanned skin. I was definitely glad they were my neighbors. Dawn's parents had a bottle of wine, which we uncorked. During dinner, we spoke of where we'd been, and where we wanted to travel to. I spoke of being able to dash nimbly around the traders on the floor when I was kid, running messages along with buy and sell orders. Not being a scientist, I was immediately lost when Shawna and Eli spoke about their work, but it was clear they had a passion for it. Dawn spoke of being in gymnastics, and how she was very flexible. Pushing back her plate of lamb wellington, she demonstrated for me. She stood on her feet, and bent backwards until her hands were on the floor behind her feet. The curve of her back was graceful. The hem of her dress swung tantalizingly close to her mid thighs, but I was denied a sight of Dawn's most precious treasure. No doubt she'd be a most interesting fuck if she kept it up as she got older. After the main course, and before dessert, they took a tour of my house. I was happy to show them my movie room. Stadium seating for ten people, surround sound system, and the walls were adorned with movie posters. Don Corleone himself looked at us from one wall, and Tony Soprano looked at us from another. "Are you into gangster movies?" Eli asked. "Sort of," I said, fudging a bit. I actually loved a good mafia movie. "I miss the New York and New Jersey accents, ya know? I'm a long way from New York." "I understand that," Shawna said. I'm from Florida myself. "Grew up on the beach in the sun. I often played volleyball, Frisbee, and swam in the ocean with my friends. I'm lucky that I don't sunburn. I just go tan. Dawn got that from me." "Yep! I just tan, and I haven't ever gotten sunburn, no matter how long I'm in the sun!" Dawn said this proudly. "Well, that's good news!" I said, smiling. "The birthday girl needs to be able to attend the entirety of her party. It wouldn't do to have to leave a half hour in because the sun got to you." During dessert, Dawn explained what kind of party she wanted. I made notes of decorations, and anything else she wanted. Her parents listened to their daughter, and I was glad for this opportunity to look at Dawn as she spoke. Her smile kept reappearing. Her braces flashed and it was s struggle to keep my cock in check as I wrote things down. Since Shawna and Eli were busy with their work, I volunteered to hit the stores to begin looking for decorations. When they mentioned it was too much, I said for them to consider it a welcome to the neighborhood present from me. As they were leaving, Shawna and Eli shook my hand and thanked me. Dawn hugged me, wrapping her arms around me, and thanking me for a wonderful dinner and for helping plan her party. She was a small delicate thing, and after they left for their house next door, I couldn't help but wonder how much of my cock she could take. It would for sure be a stretch for her. She was petite and perfect in so many ways. My cock was thick and wanted to be buried inside her. I jerked off two more times before falling asleep. I still had the energy of youth, and could have gone for three if my cock still wanted more. Two was enough to calm it, and I drifted off, vague thoughts of Dawn in a snug swimsuit, her nipples hard and poking through the material as she lay next to me in my bed going through my head. A week later, I was at a local party store. I was consulting my list of decorations to buy. Of course, the party store had plenty of supplies that were branded with the current likes and trends the kids were into. I pushed my shopping cart into the next aisle, and was assaulted by a smiling face. Dawn had a much prettier and better smile, but this girl was smiling as if her life depended on it. "So...you're Hannah Montana?" The smiling girl on the plates and napkins kept silent. I placed what I needed in my cart, and sought streamers with another smiling girl. For some reason I did not comprehend, she was named iCarly. Was she named after the iPhone? "I, Weston! You, Carly!" I said in a mock caveman voice as I placed the streamers in my cart. Checking my list, I headed to the register. I still needed balloons and a cake, but it was too early to order them. Dawn would still be 11 for a few more weeks. During the interlude between when I bought the supplies, and the party, Dawn and I got a lot closer as acquaintances. When I was outside power washing my sidewalk, she commented on how effective it was. We would often check the mail together, heading four houses down where the mailboxes of the street were grouped together. I sometimes made a joke about junk mail and bills, and Dawn would laugh. It was a beautiful sound. Twice more, Dawn and her parents came over to my house for dinner, and we became friends. I still didn't understand what Shawna and Eli did, but I was great at pretending to understand when they spoke about work. Dawn sometimes spoke about what she wanted to do when she grew up. After the dinners, she hugged me and thanked me for a lovely time. Each night, I went to bed, naked with a hard cock, thinking of the lovely Dawn in a swimsuit. When the day of the party arrived, I got up early to decorate the back patio. Dawn came over a half hour before the party started. She was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy shorts. She was also holding a stack of CDs. "Did you get the CD player up and running?" she asked, smiling, nearly bouncing on her feet with excitement. "Yeah. You can begin playing your music when people start showing up. Also, where's your swimsuit? Did you forget this is a pool party?" Bent over the grill, getting it ready, I jerked my head towards the pool. The water was clean and clear and no doubt would be refreshing. The temperature was in the low nineties, and it was threatening to get hotter still. "It's under my clothes. After some of my friends show up, I'll jump into the pool." Gracefully, she slipped one foot out of the sandal she was wearing, and dipped her toes into the water. "Ooh, it feels nice!" Soon, I was thankful for the mirrored sunglasses I was wearing. Dawn was swimming in a blue one piece, and she looked even more beautiful wet. Her friends weren't as beautiful in my biased opinion, but I still admired their bodies, sighing with delight as the bottom of one who wore a bikini slid down a bit, exposing the top of her ass. I wasn't familiar with the musical groups Dawn had on her CDs, but she and friends were clearly into the music. When Dawn requested a few Dubstep songs, her friends groaned. I wasn't familiar with Dubstep, but to me, it sounded like Transformers having sex. The music kept changing every so often. To appeal to the adults, I played hits from Queen, Bon Jovi, and Bruce Springsteen. But mostly, Dawn's music played. After everyone had arrived, and had stacked their presents on the designated table, I moved to the barbeque grill. "Nice grill," Eli said, as I opened the hood. "Thanks. I really like it," I said, grabbing the lighter. "What's special about it besides the size?" "This!" I bent behind the grill, flipped a lever, and the hissing of gas became audible. "No way!" Eli and the other parents exclaimed. "Yes! I had it specially built like that. Didn't take too much for a guy to tap into the natural gas line and make a pipe from the grill leading to the gas. This way, I know I'll never run out of fuel for grilling." With a whooshing sound, the gas ignited, and I shut the lid so it could heat up. Since Dawn was the birthday girl, she would be served first, so I took her order for a hot dog and cheeseburger and knew I was going to make sure her food was cooked to perfection. Many of us sat on the chairs to eat, and the kids lounged on the grass, talking, laughing, and giggling. I had invited some neighbors from the surrounding houses so they could meet Shawna and Eli, and so the noise wouldn't bother them like it might if I hadn't invited them at all. After eating, we gathered round, and watched as Dawn opened her presents. I took pictures, Eli filmed, and Shawna kept track of who gave her what so Dawn could send them thank you cards after the party. A few kids exclaimed as some unique things were opened. Soon, she got to my present. "What is a Rubik's cube?" she asked, puzzled. I crouched by her, and pointed out the lines. "You scramble the colors, and then begin piecing it back together bit by bit. Plus, you can make designs with the cube when it's solved. X's or crosses. It's rather fun. Keeps your brain muscles going strong" "It's summer vacation," Dawn said. "I don't wanna learn!" "Hey, it's this, or culture." Dawn giggled, scrunched up her face like had when we met, and we all laughed. I patted her shoulder, dry now from the sun, and stood up. Her blue swimsuit strap felt so smooth under my fingers. I was sad to let go of the contact, but knew I must. She smiled at me as I took up my place, ready to take more pictures. "The cube, eh?" Shawna asked. "I haven't seen one in ages." "Well, with all the digital stuff now, this is kind of a bygone item, but it still will keep her brain working while school is out." The kids spent another hour swimming and playing, and I sat on the edge of the pool, clad in shorts and a tank top, my feet in the water, sipping a soda. Dawn swam up to me, grabbing my leg to keep her balance in the water. My heart began working double time at the contact. If only she moved her hand up my thigh and onto my...no. She's my neighbor. Can't ruin this happy day for her. I smiled at her, and was rewarded with a smile full of braces. Bright and lovely like always. "Just wanted to say thanks for throwing my birthday party here. I love your pool. I love the party!" For a crazy second, I was hoping she would say she loved me too. "I'm glad we're neighbors." I smiled down, and we fist bumped, me using the hand without a soda in it. "No problem. I'm quite happy to do so. You're welcome to use the pool anytime you want, just make sure I'm here so I can keep an eye on you." "I'm a good swimmer, Weston." "I know. You're better than any of your friends. But if you're here unattended, and slip and hurt yourself, nobody will know you need help." Concern flashed over her face before being washed away by that dazzling smile of hers. "Okay. I'll let you know when I'm using your pool." "Thanks," I said. "Now, you need to get dunked!" Before she could reply, I lifted my foot up, pressed it on her shoulder and pushed down. Dawn got completely submerged, and came up, spluttering, and then splashed water on me. She laughed, her head back, her hair plastered to her face, and pulled me in. When I came up for air, we laughed together, a very sweet sound. I tossed my soda can onto the grass, and pulled off my sopping wet tank top. "What are those?!?" Dawn asked as she saw my bare chest. She was referring to my tattoos. "This is Anubis, Egyptian God of Death. I nearly died from an accident when I was younger, and was declared to be technically dead for about thirty seconds. This is to remind me that life is precious, and should be enjoyed. This fellow here," I pointed to another figure tattooed on my left side. "He's Zeus. He's a Greek god." "I've heard of him. Lightning, right?" Dawn asked. "Yeah. I love lightning storms, so I got him." I turned, showing her the snake on my other side. "The snake is a cobra, and I like them, so I got that one. The Joker is on my back. Just beneath my shoulder blade." The purple suited clown design was taken from the comics. In sharp pointed letters were the words "Ha ha ha ha ha!" "If you're going through hell, keep going?" Dawn asked. This tattoo was on my bicep. "Winston Churchill said that. Means no matter how bad things are, keep moving forward, for that's all anyone can ask of you. Don't give up." Dawn lightly traced her fingers over my ink, and gently touched the scar on my chest from when my chest had to be opened up and my heart massaged. My cock enjoyed her touch, and I knew I had an obvious bulge under the water. "Do they hurt at all?" She suddenly pulled her fingers back as if afraid she'd hurt me. "No. They've long since healed. I can't get rid of the scars decorating my body." I pointed out a few smaller scars from my accident as a youth. "But I can add what I like which makes me happy." I smiled at her. "I'm glad you have tattoos that make you happy, Weston. You deserve happiness. You're a wonderful person." She smiled at me, braces gleaming in the sun, and swam off to join her friends in a game of Marco Polo. Eventually, the party broke up, and Dawn said goodbye to her guests as they left. I was sitting at the table, eating some chips as they left, and looked at the state of my normally perfect backyard. My tank top was still crumpled on the grass, dried stiff by the sun. It was hanging above the horizon, still a few hours to go before dusk. When the last friend had gone, she sat by me and I put my arm around her in a side hug and gave her a squeeze. "Happy Birthday. How does it feel to be twelve?" "I like turning twelve a lot better than turning eleven. Thanks again for everything." She laid her head on my arm for a moment before asking if I wanted help with clean up. Shawna and Eli offered as well. I explained that part of having a party thrown for them was the perk of not having to clean up. I accepted their thanks, handshakes, and Dawn gave me a hug before she left. She was carrying her shorts and t-shirt. Her blue one piece swimsuit was riding up into her butt crack a bit, and I admired how her ass gleamed, tanned and toned while it swayed as she walked to her house next door. The next day, there was a knock on my back door. I opened it, and saw Dawn. She was standing in jean shorts and a pink t-shirt. A bag was slung over her shoulder, so I knew she was going to gymnastics soon. I could hear an engine idling. "I made these for you," she said, holding out a paper plate with cookies covered in saran wrap. "For me?" I smiled widely at the unexpected surprise. "Yeah. To show how thankful I am for you as friend and neighbor and for my party." "Aww, Dawn. This is lovely. Thank you. When I eat these, I shall think of you." Dawn leaned forward, and hugged me, her face in my torso. I held onto that sweet girl's lithe and slender body for a few seconds before letting go. I knew she had to leave. Dawn smiled at me, braces gleaming and scampered off. I held onto the plate for a few moments, thinking of the hug and how fragile and perfect she felt in my arms. I knew I'd have to jerk off soon. I knew that Dawn was a perfect princess and anyone who dated her would be the luckiest soul on the planet. Okay, Chapter 1 is here! I hope you enjoyed it. The naughty Jedi and I have been working on many story ideas which I hope to bring to fruition and let you enjoy. As always, questions, comments, and so on are welcome. Feel free to message me at fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com