Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 21:49:58 -0700 (PDT) From: lickyluv Subject: Sherri My Darling - Part 2 "Sherri My Darling" - Part 2, by lickyluv Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Disclaimer: the following is a work of fiction. If this resembles you or anyone in real life it is purely coincidental and I am damned jealous! Sherri My Darling - Part 2 (F/f) [I caressed her delicate hand with my fingers before releasing it, smiling at her as I did so. She felt the caress yet said nothing. But it was registering and that was what mattered...] "Oh this thing takes forever to warm up" I said, breaking the spell. "Maybe it needs a new battery." I turned the laptop her way, secretly touching a hotkey. "Here," I said, "tell me when this thing comes on. There's another battery around somewhere, I think." While I looked in my bag two sentences in large type suddenly displayed before her eyes: "THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WRAPPED HER ARMS AROUND THE YOUNG GIRL AND KISSED HER LIPS. 'YES,' THE GIRL PLEADED, 'I WANT YOU TO TEACH ME ALL ABOUT SEX!'" Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sherri staring at the screen, lips moving as she read. After seven seconds the login screen came on. "Is anything happening, Sherri?" "A message came on and disappeared." "A message? What did it say?" "I want you to teach me all about sex." "You want me to teach you all about sex?" "Yes... I mean, No!" she giggled. "I mean, that's what the message said." Sherri had a nice tan but her blushing came right through. "Let me see," I said. But instead of moving the laptop I moved beside her. "Hm, nothing there. Log on for me please, will you sweetie?" and I told her what to type. As she was concentrating I turned my head slightly and put my face to her hair. I closed my eyes to prepare for my first smell of Sherri. Smelling my lovers is almost a sexual act for me, very important to my foreplay. It's amazing but true: the prettier they are the better they smell. Shouldn't surprise, really, if you think about it. Sherri was a veritable bouquet. She wasn't wearing any makeup, hairspray or cologne (thankfully) but she smelled like a garden. I could have breathed her in all day. While she hunted and pecked I just kept my face in her hair breathing her and breathing her. My lips were by her ear; it took all the willpower I had not to kiss it. Was she aware? Of course. It's probably why she kept messing up the log in. By now my panties were soaked and likely spotting my dress but I didn't care. I was intoxicated. Those in the know, know: there is no greater aphrodisiac than the fragrance of youth. After a minute I snapped myself out of it and finished the logon for her. Then went back and spoke into that little ear. "The message you saw was part of my story, honey. Do you think you'd like to read more? "All right." She tried not to sound eager with that "all right," but I knew better. At that age it's hard to hide your real feelings, and by this time she was feeling... something. Before I took her to the next level though, I needed to know one thing for sure. And hear it in her own voice. I paused at the sacred moment: "How old are you Sherri?" "Ten. But I'm gonna be eleven next month." Be still my heart. "Well, you're kind of young. I thought you were older. I don't know now..." "It's okay, really, I'm practically eleven. I know all about sex and stuff." At this admission she shrugged her shoulders, grinning shyly up at me. Her first smile. How charming. Naturally I returned her smile, and lowered the arm that was already on her backrest lightly across her shoulders. "Well then, I guess it would be okay. I mean as long as you're practically already eleven. What's one month, right?" "Right, so can I see your story now?" "I just thought of something. I could get in trouble if I show it to you, I mean if anyone finds out. Unless you can keep all of this a secret. Are you good at keeping secrets, Sherri?" "I won't tell anyone. I promise." "Promise you won't tell anyone older than you about me, or this, or.. anything else?" "I swear I won't tell anyone anything ever!" "I believe you. Now it's kinda sexy, Sherri. I have to know, are you ready for that?" I'd been lightly caressing her shoulder all the while and she was accepting the contact. "Yeah, I'm ready." "It might turn you on, honey. Make you feel hot and sexy. Like a pretty model. You sure you want to feel that?" "Yeah, lemme see it! Please can I read it NOW??" "Yes! Now." And I hit the key. "HEY SHERRI, YA' COMING?" "Wha..Oh NO! My stop, I gotta go." I'd forgotten all about stops, already missing mine. She was hastily gathering her things, and as I took back the laptop I grabbed her bookbag to see the ID tag that had eluded me all this time. It read: "Sherri -------, ------- Drive." "Here's your bookbag. Hey, you live on this street. Which house is yours?" "That one. Are you gonna be on this bus tomorrow?" "I'm on it every day. But I've never seen you before." "We just moved here. Bye, um..." Heh, she'd forgotten my name. "See you tomorrow then, Sherri." I would never forget hers. I let her slide out and watched her move down the aisle toward the driver's exit, childishly awkward yet so graceful at the same time. She stood out among her peers like a diamond in sunlight. As she walked I again admired her hair, her bare arms, the straight, well proportioned young shoulders and back, her smooth legs, and the hint of what had to be perfect buttocks hidden by her skirt. Before stepping down she turned--and waved! I waved back, my breasts heaving at this simple recognition. "Bye my love, see you tomorrow." My eyes were still on her at the window as we were pulling away when she turned suddenly and caught me watching her. Our eyes met and she smiled and waved again. "Don't forget to bring your laptop!!" ====== The bus was half full of girls but it seemed empty now without Sherri. I put my hand on the vacant seat beside me. It still held her warmth. I left my hand there, closed my eyes and reviewed my victories. I'd learned her name, her age, her school and where she lived. I'd had my face in her hair and her ass. I'd breathed her in, held her thighs, her shoulders and her hand. I'd caressed her, whispered to her and got her hormones rushing. And made a date with her to see her again. All in fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of work that, if nothing else, was going to yield me at least two weeks of masturbation fantasies. Not bad for a bus ride. As we slowed for the next stop I leaned back and sighed. I'd begun fingering myself from the moment Sherri stood to leave (which also meant I had masturbated in her presence; another victory), masturbating while watching her walk to the door, watching her as the bus pulled away, until now. I was still excited by all I'd done but had had my orgasm and so was able to unwind, feeling quite pleased with myself at how well things had gone. "Nice work," a male voice behind me said. I spun around to see who had spoken but no one was there. Frightened, I whipped around the other way and saw a man on his way toward the exit. He smiled, winked at me and said quietly, "Good luck with the girl." Then stepped off the bus. Wow, I'd been so involved with Sherri I didn't even think about who might be sitting behind us. It was not like me to be so careless but I'd been just too caught up.What luck he was sympathetic. Maybe he was a pedophile too? I wondered if he was into girls, or boys, or maybe both? I laughed as I thought, "Make that three weeks of fantasies." [to be continued] Please write me at lickyluv123@yahoo.com [remove 123]. I don't need story ideas but would appreciate you sharing your thoughts if you are enjoying this. 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