Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 07:08:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: lickyluv <lickyluv@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sherri My Darling - Part 3

"Sherri My Darling" - Part 3, 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 3 (F/f)


"Can I drop you someplace after work, Lesley?"

"No thanks dear, I'm leaving early today. Maybe next time."

"Where you going? Off to meet someone special, I bet."

"Actually, Kayesha, I am meeting a certain someone."

"Ooh, a date! Guy or gal?"

"Technically, neither!" I replied with an air of mystery, leaving her to
figure that one out.

This chickie co-worker was forever trying to get into my pants. She was
also cute. Too bad I didn't know her twenty years ago before she had a
driver's license.

Yes, I was meeting someone today, someone no adult could compete with.
Someone who had dominated my thoughts from the moment I first laid eyes on
her. Someone who had kept me up half the night, fantasizing and scheming.
A beautiful little ten year old vision named Sherri, who in less than 24
hours had become my Obsession.


It was bright and hot that afternoon near the school building, nicely
matching my mood. But I waited in the shadows.

I looked down the street again. My timing would have to be perfect in this
No-Standing Zone or it wouldn't work.

I knew from yesterday approximately when Sherri would be boarding her bus.
But how long would I have from the time she exited the school building
until the bus came and took her away? The only certainty was there could
be no rehearsals. I would get only one chance.

Half a block away the school began to let out. Normally in a place like
this I'd be up closer, unobtrusively ogling the young stuff. But this
afternoon I had eyes for only one youngster, and if I played my cards
right...

It was now or never. I raised my arm and hailed a cab.

"Hanging around schoolyards, Lesley?" a familiar voice insinuated.

"Kayesha?? What are you doing here?" Think fast Lesley!

"That's what I was gonna ask you, girlfriend. Meeting your date here?"

"I'm picking up my niece to take her to her doctor's appointment, if you
must know. How long have you been here, SPYING--and HOW DARE you follow
me?!"

I can get pretty aggressive when angry. Now I was not just angry but
scared. That only sharpened my wits.

I looked at my watch. "Your break isn't for fifty minutes yet, Kayesha," I
said, cold as ice. "You're on unauthorized absence from work, do you
realize that? Take this cab back to the office now or you can bet tomorrow
the right people will know about it. Get in!"

I opened the door for the beaten woman and slammed it behind her. And just
to be sure she didn't plead poverty about the fare I tossed a ten dollar
bill on the seat.

"The ride's on me, 'girlfriend.' I'll be seeing `you' tomorrow."

I watched the cab until it merged into traffic. That stupid horny bitch
had nearly ruined everything! How much time had I wasted? Down the block
kids were pouring into the street. I needed another cab, and fast.

"TAXI!"

An empty cruising nearby pulled right up.

"Where to ma'am?"

"Just drive down this block slowly, I'm looking for someone."

So many good looking kids, but none of them could distract me today. How
was I going to spot her in this mob though? Then I recalled, when she was
walking off the bus, how her golden hair had made her stand out in the
crowd. That was it -- don't look for faces, scan for a blond head.

Up and down the street I looked, checking out the kids waiting at the bus
stop too, but nothing. A few blonds but not MY blond.

The bus hadn't arrived yet so she still had to be here. But where? I ran
down the depressing possibilities. She was sick and didn't come to school
today. She had acted up and was being held in detention (unlikely). She
was still inside, playing in an afterschool activity. She...

Then I saw her; and all my anger, fear and tension evaporated and was
replaced by a tender joy. She was so beautiful, just as I remembered her,
wearing the same school outfit as yesterday, walking toward the bus stop
with some of her classmates. I could see she hadn't been accepted by them
yet. She was too new, and was feeling the coldness of an outsider. She
hung back as they walked, lugging her little bookbag and looking so alone.
My heart went out to her.

"Hi Sherri!" I called to her across the street. "Can I give you a lift
home?"

I was out of the cab, standing by the open passenger door.

She turned on hearing her name and stopped in her tracks when she saw who
it was, though uncomprehending at first. Her friends had stopped too.

"Come on hon, the cab's not going to wait all day." As I said this I
turned my laptop to face her, patting it a few times for her benefit.

A light of understanding came into her eyes. She left the group and
crossed the street.

"Sorry guys, there's not enough room for everyone," I said as I rushed
Sherri into the cab, "or I'd take you too."

Only later did I realize my double entendre.

I closed the door and told the driver to drive.

Then looked over at my seatmate to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

It was no dream. I had done it. I had separated Sherri from her school and
her friends and had her alone with me, just the two of us. Well, three of
us. But soon...!

"What are you doing here?" she asked simply.

For once I appreciated a cabbie's blaring radio.

"I promised to let you read my story, didn't I? But then I realized we
couldn't do it on the bus. There's no guarantee we'd find two empty seats
together again. And the ride is too short. And we need privacy. But I
couldn't disappoint you. So here I am, me and my laptop, just like I
promised. Are you glad to see me, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about you all last night. I couldn't wait for school
to be over."

My heart swelled on hearing this.

"I was thinking of you too, Sherri. All last night. It's so good to see
you again."

And impulsively I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Then pulled back and held my breath, waiting for a reaction.

Surprised a little, pleased a little. No rejection.

My first kiss -- Accepted!

"Um, what's your name again?"

"It's Lesley. Now listen. Where are we going to do this? I can drop you
off at your house like I said, but then what? We can't do it there."

"Yes we can. No one's home now. My father doesn't get home from work until
8 o'clock. You can leave before he gets home."

She was conspiring with me. I loved it.

"What about your mother?"

"She doesn't live with us."

I filed that interesting bit of information.

"Oh. Sisters? Brothers? Anyone else living with you?"

She shook her head.

Now that I had all that: "Well, we can't go to your house because someone
might see us and I can't take the chance. This has to be secret,
remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"You didn't tell anyone about yesterday, did you?"

She looked at me steadily. "Uh-uh!"

"Good, Sherri. What a pretty name you have."

She smiled.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl."

She giggled, blushing at the compliment. God how I loved her.

I took the last leap. "I know. We can go to my place. It's not far, and
we'll have you back easily before eight."

No answer. To her credit she was weighing it.

"What do you say? Are you up for some adventure? And a hot story?" I
patted the laptop again.

She paused, then nodded `yes,' her eyes gleaming at the independent
decision she had just made. I could see the excitement building already.

"Then it's settled," I announced with finality. "Swing right, driver."

We couldn't go to her house. Besides, it didn't have the videocamera I'd
hidden in the closet of the motel room I'd rented last night.


When we arrived at the motel I already had the key with me so the desk
wouldn't have to see her. She glanced at all the cars. I suppose to her it
looked like I resided on a parking lot.

"Do you live here?"

"For now. I move around a lot."

I never take them to my house the first time. If they're not cool with
what happens I can disappear without a trace. If we hit it off it's my
house from then on.

I inserted the key, unlocked the door and swung it open, inviting Sherri
to go in first. After making sure there were no observers I went in after
her, and closed us off from the outside world.

I flicked on the light. Sherri saw the big stuffed doggie in the middle of
the room and made a bee-line for it. While she was hugging it I
doublechecked that the blinds were closed. The videocamera was barely
visible; she would never notice it.

Then I locked my eyes on hot little Sherri and locked the door.

She was in. She was as good as mine now. Oh my angel, are we going to have
a time!

I reflected a moment how the timeless 3-step formula had proved itself
again:

Step 1, befriend. Step 2, isolate. Step 3, the payoff: seduce.

Befriend-Isolate-Seduce. The kid lover's Trifecta.

It was now 3:30. We had a good four hours ahead of us, Sherri and me, and
I was going to make the most of it.

I began to strip.

"He's so cute," Sherri said, her face nuzzling the toy. "What's his name?"

"He doesn't have one yet. He's yours."

"Really?"

"Anytime you want to visit."

She turned at this and was clearly taken aback at what she saw. The woman
she had only seen in a conservative business suit was now standing before
her half naked, wearing only a black half bra and low cut, black lace
panties.

Pussy clearly visible. Shaven, of course.

She stared at my breasts, half uncovered, full and inviting.

Her eyes almost popped when they traveled down South.

I was enjoying the look on her face and posed provocatively as she gaped.

I get enough stares from men but I don't care about that. Displaying
myself for girls, going to the gym three nights a week to stay toned for
girls, that's what it's about.

"What are you taking your clothes off for?"

"I always take my things off when I get home after a long day, don't you?"

I put my palms under my breasts and cupped them as though offering them to
her.

She couldn't take her eyes off me but was embarrassed to be staring. I was
sure she had never seen a woman arrayed like this before--certainly not
acting like this, up close and personal.

Watching her eying my body was a turn on. And only fair because I had eyed
hers plently.

"Do you like them?" I asked, indicating my underthings. Again I did a
modeling pose for her, spinning around once.

This time when facing her I caught her eyes and slid a hand once slowly
across my breasts, left to right, while running my other hand,
seductively, just once, down and up my pussy.

Again her eyes popped.

She didn't quite know what to make of this behavior because she had never
been the object of a mating dance before.

"I get them from Victoria's Secret," I continued. "Have you ever seen
their catalog? It's full of pictures of sexy women's clothing. I can let
you see it if you want."

She didn't answer. Good. My little show had done its job.

"Sherri, why don't you take your school things off and get comfy like me?
I don't want your dress to be wrinkled when you get home. Meanwhile I'll
get you some milk and cookies from the fridge. Do you like chocolate milk
or plain?" And I went into the kitchenette.

A minute later I heard the most exciting thing I had heard all week:

"Where should I put my dress?"

I came out at once, and what I saw made me forget all about milk and
cookies. She was standing there innocently holding her school outfit in
her hands, partly covering herself with it but not enough to prevent me
from seeing that all she wore now were her undershirt, panties, socks and
shoes.

I tried not to stare at the newly revealed areas of her lovely body: the
slim hips and bare thighs, the delicate neck, her slender, bare arms and
shoulders, and that ten year old chest, so desirable, sweet little nipples
frustratingly hidden by her undershirt.

I held out my hands, almost afraid to speak.

"I'll take it."

She gave it to me, and what I saw next made me almost forget my name.

"Oh, what cute panties you're wearing!" I exclaimed as I dropped to my
knees, pretending it was the little pink kitten design I was interested
in.

Kneeling before her, face just inches from her pussy, I had stopped
breathing. Her adorable little slit and lips were clearly outlined by the
lucky white panty crotch--a faint yellow stain only adding to the allure.

I was shamelessly staring at the delectable juncture, staring and feeling
flushed, my face helplessly being pulled to this sweetest of
treasures...certain to be completely hairless...so close now I can
smell...

Inside my head alarm bells went off!

"Do the kitties go all the way around?" I heard myself asking, backing
away at the last second. I put my hand lightly on a hip to turn her, only
to be met by the most delicious little backside ever to greet my eyes!
Twin, full orbs, high, round and firm, just begging to be kissed, the
panty-veiled crack tempting enough to drive one to madness.

There was no escape from this child. Resistance is futile...

"I said my dress is on the floor."

Her voice and tap-tap on my shoulder rescued me from the brink.

"Oh, sorry honey. Uh.. look, would you go into the kitchen and boil up
some water for coffee? The pot's on the stove. Help yourself to whatever
you want. I'll hang up your dress."

"OK."

"And Sherri? I think you look pretty hot in your underwear, too."

This last said with a smile, which she returned -- along with her patented
sweet giggle and blush.

I studied the gorgeous creature walking away with a mixture of sheer
longing and lust. When she was out of sight I clutched her school uniform
to my body with near reverence. This crimson skirt of hers was by now like
an icon to me. It was the same one I'd first seen her in and tried to
`peer' through, the very garment that had held and hid her body from me
all this time.

Even though the girl herself was only a few feet away I had to give it its
due. I held it in my hands before me and raised it to my face like a
supplicant, sniffing everywhere for evidence of my fragrant one. And
everywhere I found her, I kissed.

She returned with a glass of milk in one hand and a cookie in the other.
And something else.

"I see you've grown a moustache since you left," I deadpanned.

She got it immediately and laughed, swiping at her upper lip with the
sexiest little pink, moist tongue.

Was there anything about this kid that wasn't sexy?

We stood there looking at each other, woman and girl. I don't know what
she was thinking but I was again confronted with my need, and trying not
to let it show. Having her standing there fresh from school holding a
glass of milk and cookie, in her panties, waiting for whatever came next
-- she looked more desirable to me at that moment than ever.

"Having fun, sweetie?"

"Yeah."

"Feel like doing a little reading?"

"Oh man, I almost forgot!"

I held out my hand. She took it and I led her to the recliner chair where
the laptop waited. The chair was in an upright position and I sat first,
legs astride the extended seat.

I held out my hands for her to join me.

She paused, looking at the obscene view, then climbed on and sat down in
front of me anyway.

I reached around her and sat the laptop on her knees.

"We're going to take a ride, Sherri. It's storytime for both of us and
you're in the driver's seat. Let's buckle up."

I put my hands on her trim waist over her undershirt, sliding them around
her midsection until I enveloped her, making clicking noises like a safety
belt locking her in.

At last I had my baby in my arms.

Time and again this afternoon I had fought the desire to just rush her. If
I had she never would have taken my hand and trustingly climbed into my
lap like she just did. How much better this way. How much greater the
rewards would be.

I logged on and accessed an encrypted partition containing a series of
short stories, specially written in children's book style but with
decidedly un-children's book-like themes.

Sherri was bursting with anticipation. Her moment had at last arrived.

"Read, sweetheart," I encouraged, bringing the laptop closer.

The first story was about a fairy godmother coming into a little girl's
bedroom at night because the girl was lonely. She got under the covers
with the girl to keep her company. To make her happy she opened the girl's
pajama top and kissed her little chest all over, especially her tiny
nipples. She offered her own breasts to the girl, encouraging her to kiss
them, which she did. They both found comfort in each other's arms, taking
turns sucking each other's nipples, hugging and kissing until they fell
asleep.

As Sherri got into the story and leaned closer to read, I let go of her
waist.

I unclasped my bra and quietly took it off.

Encircling her waist again with my hands, I leaned forward and gently
pulled her back until her head came to rest between my now freed breasts.

Then I slid down a bit further in the chair, taking her with me. We were
more reclining than sitting now, my bare bosoms now her pillow.

She was too engrossed to notice.

The intoxicating scent of her youthful blond head rose to meet my
nostrils. I lowered my face -- and breathed.

Our foreplay had resumed.

Only this time with my face in her hair, I kissed her.

And breathed her. And kissed her again.

"Where's that part where the girl says, 'I want you to teach me all about
sex'?"

"Mmm--try the next story," I said in between breathing and kissing her.

The second story was about a 12 year old girl who runs away from home and
meets a beautiful woman who promises to take her to a magical place. Every
problem the girl has vanishes in the arms of the woman who undresses her
and kisses her everywhere, even between her legs, which the girl discovers
is the magical place. The story ends with the girl telling the reader she
has found happiness at last.

The third story has a teenage girl making out with her boyfriend who tries
to rape her. She flees from him and runs crying into the arms of a woman
who comforts her and tells her that sex with women is better because it is
loving and gentle. This story includes a graphic description of 69, which
is portrayed to the reader in glowing terms. After the girl learns to give
and receive oral pleasure she realizes there is nothing better than having
sex with a woman, and they live happily ever after.

And so it went, each story a carefully crafted short erotic romance. Some
involving girls older than Sherri, some her age or younger. But every one
with the girl accepting a woman's advances.

Any misgivings Sherri may have had about this afternoon were being
effectively short-circuited by each girl's acceptance.

"Do you have any more?" my inquisitive little bookworm wanted to know.

"There's one more. This may be the one you're looking for."

It read exactly like this:

A beautiful woman and a pretty girl are sitting next to each other on a
bus. The woman finds herself falling in love with the girl and wants to
teach her all about sex. But she is afraid the girl will get scared or
tell. She wishes she could wrap the girl in her arms and kiss her on the
lips and hear the girl say, "Yes, I want you to teach me all about sex."
The End.

Sherri's mouth had fallen open.

"The End?? What happens next?"

"Well, that's kind of up to you, Sherri. This story isn't over yet. You
know who it's about, don't you?

"So I'm supposed to say it?"

I went back to kissing her, running my fingertips up and down her sides
now, too.

"What happens if I say it?"

I widened my kisses to include her neck, face, shoulders, arms and back.

"Lesley, what are you gonna do if I say it?"

Her body was trembling, her voice getting shaky. I hadn't touched her
pussy yet but was dying to know if she was wet. I sure as hell was.

"L-Lesley?"

My arms were wrapped about her now in the first undisguised embrace--so
satisfying--and I began letting out some adult passion on the child. Her
warm little butt was between my legs and I was holding it there--panties
to panties--openly pressing myself into it while kissing her continuously.

I was transported now. Nothing compared to this.

"Lesley, I want..."

I held her face in my hand, kissing her cheek, her forehead, her nose, her
eyes, and the ear I had resisted earlier.

"Say it, little one," I murmured between kisses.

"I want you..."

"Mmm, my precious, and I want you."

"I want you... to teach me..."

"Say it, little one, say it! Don't be afraid. It's wonderful."

"I WANT YOU TO TEACH ME ALL ABOUT SEX!"

"YESSS! YESSSSS!! YEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!"

I held her fast, ground my cunt into her ass, and came!


[to be continued]

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