Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 00:19:35 +0100 From: Rachael Babyface King Subject: Chrissie, My Biggest Fan - Part 1 Unusual for me but PLEASE read this disclaimer! I never usually go for this kind of intro but this time it is important. My normal work is about fictional characters, usually involving teens and if you suspend reality, you can go into the world I create. This story is different. It is a fictional story about me as the author and an interaction between myself and a teen fan. You must understand, THIS IS FICTION despite being written about the real me! There IS a truth that I receive fan mail from younger readers but I cannot condone any author using their fan mail as a way to groom a young person into sex. As responsible adults we must use nifty as a source of fictional erotica, no more. I hope you can understand and accept my reasons for this particular introduction. Enjoy! As always, please contribute to Nifty and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE send me your comments. I always answer my emails. Thank you. Chrissie, my biggest fan – Chapter 1 When you write erotic stories, especially on a site like Nifty, you are leaving yourself open to certain pitfalls, the biggest being emails. Don't get me wrong, the majority of them are sweet, constructive and a huge boost to the writer's ego and I have entered into many, prolonged emails with a lot of them. One has even become my proof reader and despite several thousand miles between us, he has become a good friend. It's the others which are more of an issue. Some are from puritanical readers who are casting you into the eternal damnation of Hell but I'm bemused as to why they are searching my particular area of Nifty if they are so offended by this `filth'. Some of them quote several detailed portions of my stories from several chapters so I guess they have to be REALLY sure that they are so morally offended before they email me! I tend to just ignore the really nasty emails like these, not wanting to antagonise them further by returning a similarly blunt and rude reply. The second type of annoying emails are from guys who see me as one of the characters in the story and make brutal, exaggerated offers of domination which are not even depicted in my stories, often referring to me as some kind of sub-human, only put on earth for their gratification. The really annoying thing is that they offer no praise or thanks for my actual story, this being the biggest insult. These emails usually get a curt, single reply. More often than not, this stops any future missives. The final type of emails are from the oddball guys who pretend to be young boys or girls. I can sympathise a little, knowing that my story has hit parts of their psyche and they have lived the story with the characters. It is still mildly disturbing and I do a polite reply and try and draw the conversation to a speedy end. These emails are painfully easy to spot, mainly because I am 21 and I can still remember my conversations and type of speech from 8-10 years ago so can quickly spot an adult, attempting to be a child of either sex. All this remains true except for one email, back in July, an email which confused me. I tend to check my mail on a bi-daily basis and it was a hot afternoon so I had taken my laptop to the park. There were about ten, Nifty related emails in my inbox and I slowly worked my way through them. Most were concerning `Holly and Friends' and it came as a pleasant change to find that all of my correspondence was of a positive nature. I replied at length to them all, pleased with the feedback and I made some notes on my pad, taking a few suggestions for the storyline as quite serious contenders for my later chapters. Then, the final email, at first glance, appeared to be from yet another fifty-year old, teenage girl. It was only after the first line or two that a chill went down my spine. The further I read, the more I became convinced that the girl was for real. I declined to reply immediately as I wanted to study this in finer detail so I shut the laptop, finished my lunch and headed back to work. The words of the email played on my mind throughout the afternoon and I decided to hold back after everyone else had left the office and connected my laptop to the wireless printer. I reopened the mail from `Chrissie' and sent it to print. As I walked to the print room, I was horrified to see one of the senior managers walking there as well. Thankfully, Chrissie's email had just finished printing as I entered the room and I managed to grab it and leave again before the manager even reached the door. With my heart pounding, I folded the sheet quickly and stuffed it into my bag, shut down my workstation and grabbed my coat. I drove home, almost on autopilot, several lines of the email playing on my mind. As I got home, the house was empty so I ran to my room, stripped and took a quick shower to cool off, the July heat and humidity was not too pleasant and I felt much better as I dried off. I towelled my hair, dried my body and applied some body-spray. I grabbed panties, shorts and a vest top, it was far too hot to be wearing a bra! Feeling so much better, I came downstairs and retrieved the email and a pen from my bag, grabbed a can of drink from the fridge and went out onto the patio, under the shade of the big umbrella. I felt like I was ready to study the letter, including its bad spelling, text speak and gem of a revelation at the end! `Dear Rachael, My name is Chrissie. I am a 13 yr old girl and I think I am probably yr biggest fan. I mite even b yr youngest 2. I have read everything u have written at least 3 times and at the min I am rereading Holly and I am really writing 2 ask u 2 finish writing this one as soon as u can cos its bin ages since u have posted anything on it. I notice in all of yr stories that u have a short blonde girl and I always think that she is me cos I am just 4ft11 and I have natural blonde hair. I've not really done anything like in your stories yet but I have kissed a boy and a girl and I like them both. In your posts u say u will send a picture of u , well I would love 2 see one. If u want me 2 send u a pic of me first I will. I don't mind honest. Lastly, you have mentioned Manchester and other northern places in your stories and I wondered if that was where u r really from. I live in Didsbury in Manchester but nothing as good as in yr stories happens here. Nothing good happens here at all. I hope you reply but if u r 2 busy then I just wanted to say thanks 4 the stories cos I love them. Love n hugs Chrissie xxx' Now, when I normally received these letters, the sexual overtones were usually HUGE, Chrissie hadn't mentioned the sex at all. Whenever I normally receive the fake emails, they always hinted that the `kid' was sexually experienced, but Chrissie said she had kissed only. The fake emails were usually littered with profanities which, most younger kids don't use as freely but the biggest thing in the email was the fact of where this girl lived. She lived in the same town as me, Didsbury! For those of you who are unfamiliar with my town, it isn't that small and a quick search on Wikipedia shows a population of just under 15,000 but still, what are the chances that a) a REAL teen girl is reading my stuff, b) She lives in my town and c) I may have seen her! My suspicious mind was saying that someone had sussed me out and was trying to wind me up or even worse, blackmail me but, the other side of my mind was pointing out how different this email was. She wasn't coming onto me, she wasn't being explicit and everything seemed real. Caution was still my first choice though. I sent a reply back ..... `Dear Chrissie, Thank you for your email, it was both a shock and a delight to know that someone of your age was reading my stories but, as an adult, I must say that you shouldn't really be reading sites such as Nifty. I'm not your parent, obviously, and I can't control your viewing pleasure but some of the content on Nifty is, perhaps too graphic for someone of your tender years. I'm not going to continue by telling you off any further because I was very flattered that you enjoyed my work. It is just unusual to have correspondence from someone so young. I also have to confess that I am intrigued to see what you look like, considering that that you see yourself as the `heroines' of my stories, characters which I usually base on myself although I'm 5ft 1 and my hair is dyed blonde, not natural! The only thing I will ask though, if you are going to send a photo, PLEASE do not send a rude one! It is bad enough that you read my work and I do not want a minor to be sending nude photos on the internet! Thanks again for your lovely words Kind regards Rachael x' I reread my email at least four times before I finally hit send. I was still only 90% convinced that it was genuine but I wanted the words to be kind while still being slightly distant from possible repercussions. I really did want to see a photo of this alleged admirer, just in case I knew her but by asking for a photo, I would have a better idea of a fake `fan'. As I enjoyed the rest of the afternoon, I opened my latest chapter of Holly and tried to continue my writing but my mind had been too distracted by Chrissie's letter. I shut the lid on the computer and closed my eyes, enjoying the rays of sunshine. I moved myself to one of the sun loungers on the patio and by the time my mother came home, I had spent over an hour in the sun and could feel my skin beginning to tingle, it was shaping up to be a very hot summer. I took my computer indoors and chatted with my mum about the usual things as she unpacked the shopping, then decided to go into the lounge to watch a bit of television. There was nothing on, as usual, so I opened my laptop to have a trawl through some clothing websites (my addiction) but, after clicking on the internet icon, my email page came onto the screen, showing one unread email. It was from Chrissie and there was a paperclip icon. It had an attachment. I took my laptop upstairs before I opened the email, not wanting anyone else to see the content. I put the computer on my desk, drew up a chair and opened Chrissie's mail. The zip file stared at me and I clicked on it, completely ignoring the words for now. When the file eventually opened, the first image shocked and excited me, all at once. It was a headless shot, clearly taken with a mobile phone, of a young girl, possibly thirteen as suggested, naked but with a towel gripped between her legs and then fanning out and being held across the chest, hiding her pussy and most of her small breasts, just the sides of each being tantalisingly visible. The flesh was milky white where her pants and bikini top had been but the rest of the skin had a soft, golden colour. Did I mention that she looked delicious? I was transfixed by this teasing picture. Despite the fact that I knew there was another one at least, I couldn't take my eyes off her tiny frame and the sides of her little boobs. But there was more. It wasn't just the fact that the girl in the image was deliciously sexy, despite the poor quality picture. No, it was much more. For the first time since writing Holly, where I envisioned a younger version of myself as the lead character, I saw Chrissie's picture as Holly, a picture of true innocence. What's more, I could almost see Jack walking up behind her, pulling down the towel and pressing his hard cock into her behind as he caressed her body. I gulped hard and shook my head. For the benefit of the reader, I will give a little inside knowledge of `Holly and Friends' to you. For those who haven't read it yet, you should because it is my best ever story! Jack was Holly's first guy in the story. A fact which I have never revealed up to now is that Jack is based on a real life Jack who I had, by coincidence, spent last weekend with. He is not my boyfriend but we have been incredibly close for over two years now. He is extremely bisexual and by that I mean he is quite camp, which is not how I portrayed him in the story. We have been friends with extremely delicious benefits for over a year and I used him in the story because everything about him is gorgeous. The only reason we aren't dating is because he wants a boyfriend more than a girlfriend but he eagerly satisfies my needs from time to time. Now, the reason I mention this and the reason why I gulped so hard was, for a split second, I could see Jack, Chrissie and me in the photo. When I did, I had an almighty rush of heat to my pussy and my small nipples tried to escape through the thin material of my top. Wow! I shook my head again and clicked for the next photo. It was a smiling, pretty blonde girl with a cute button nose and summer freckles. Maybe it was my fear of being outed for writing porn stories, but I had a brief moment of recognising the girl. Something seemed familiar but I really couldn't place her as being someone I definitely knew. I thought about the name, Chrissie, but couldn't remember anyone of that name. I knew that a name could easily be a fake so I dismissed it and decided that I couldn't know her. Thirteen now seemed very likely for the girl in the photos but it still didn't say that the emailer was this person. I noticed that there was indeed, a third photo. As it appeared on the screen, I got butterflies, for two reasons. Firstly, the girl had taken another selfie and had deliberately turned so the computer screen could be visible. The screen was clearly showing the Nifty homepage. This in itself added legitimacy to the fact that the girl was who she said she was but the killer clue was in the background, hanging over the back of a chair, a Girl Guides uniform. To you, the reader, this means nothing but my mother was a part-time helper of the local Girl Guides group and everything suddenly clicked into place. The girl was in the group and I DID know her, and know her quite well, as Tina, a shortened form of Christina, i.e. Chrissie! I had never imagined, on a planet of seven billion people, having someone so close to home liking my work and emailing me, certainly not a thirteen year old girl who I knew, albeit on a secondary basis. I knew I should distance myself from the little hottie, who was still looking at me from my screen but the three-way image was still fixed in my head. I clicked back to the bath towel photo and found myself, absentmindedly stroking the image of her breasts in front of me. I closed the picture viewer and returned to the text of the email. I needed to put this into some kind of focus. Without thinking, I touched my breast and the nipple was still, extremely hard and I jumped slightly as my palm brushed the sensitive hardness. I closed my eyes, breathed out slowly and tried desperately to return to the reality, rather than my overactive imagination. `Hi Rachael, Thanks 4 replying to my mail. Just took these pics 4 u now and i hope the one with the towel isn't 2 rude lol but I wanted to look as sexy as Holly is in my mind. Had 2 have a shower cos it was sport at school 2day and the showers are broken at school. I took the other pic with the computer screen so u can see i am really who i say i am cos i don't think u believed me. I'd still love 2 see yr picture and i don't mind if it's like the 1 I sent 2 u but it don't have 2 be. I've just been reading bits of Holly again cos I really love that story and I just wanna say thanks again 4 writing it and I really can't wait 2 read more of it. I know u r probably 2 busy to write 2 a kid so if u don't reply I understand. If you do tho, I'd love 2 chat more about your stories. Thanks again Chrissie x' I read, and reread the text, several times before I flopped back in my chair. I saw the small, maybe innocent, innuendos of sexual overtones and my mind was doing backflips. I knew I should walk away, right now, but my stupidity and hormones made me mull over a million different replies. As I pondered, I lifted my arm to my nose, the familiar smell of slightly burnt skin, from the sun, hit my nostrils so I decided to take a second shower. I thought that this may calm me down a little and give me a cooler head with which to reply. I mentally patted myself on the back for being so sensible, for once! As I settled into my usual shower routine, I began to rub at my, slightly swollen clit. The thoughts of Chrissie and Jack began to flow but thankfully, my mum rapped on the door, saying that she needed a shower so to be quick. I stopped my stroking and mentally scolded myself for even thinking about doing that before replying to the email, dohhhhh! I washed quickly and wrapped my towel around myself and padded back to my room. As I dried off, I began thinking about a photo to send back, knowing that a face shot would be, well it would be stupid. I was towelling my chest, mentally flicking through my available pictures when I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror. I brought my hand to my face to stifle a laugh and I quickly turned my laptop back on. I pulled the towel between my legs and spread the upper part of the towel to hide my nipples while still leaving the sides of my tits exposed. As I positioned myself in front of the laptop's camera, I smiled as I had created an identical shot to Chrissie's, my face hidden from view but my wet hair, draped across the towel. I clicked the mouse. I knew that I still had to be careful with my reply but my sexy photo set off, even more kinky thoughts. If I had taken another five minutes to write, I would have probably written something much more conservative, but I didn't wait, I hit the reply button and began my test of reverse psychology! "Dear Chrissie, OK, you got me! You were right when you said that I didn't believe you, but your photos have convinced me that, yes, you are who you say you are. I do still have to be careful and I am sure you will understand. I have sent you a photo and I have tried to return one as similar as possible to the one that you sent. I hope you liked it as much as I liked yours. You are an incredibly beautiful girl and, if I am totally honest, you have a perfect little body, just as I imagined Holly to be! Thank you for sharing! But, I have a lot to lose by initiating any part of our conversations. You are a minor and despite what I write and how I act, I am an adult and this could so easily be a trap. You have been very careful not to mention any details of my stories and that keeps a certain amount of suspicion in my head. I don't want to offend you, upset you or insult you so please accept my apologies, I must stop the communication. Thanks again for writing Rachael x" I hit send and then opened Chrissie's and my towel photos, side my side. `Oooooh, how good they would look together!' I thought. I composed an email to Jack, telling him the story and asking if he could handle two Hollys. I think I knew what that answer would be. I snapped the lid shut on my laptop, fully expecting Chrissie to be sat by her computer, awaiting my reply. My heart told me that she wouldn't be able to resist and I didn't want to be tempted to send another quick reply. I went down to join my family and to help Mum to make dinner. I even watched some television before I finally returned to my room. Once I had closed my door, the laptop was open immediately. I waited patiently for my Hotmail account to open and I brushed my hair back and fixed a plain ponytail as I watched my inbox come to life. There were four new emails. The first was from a guy who I had replied to earlier about `Holly and Friends' and then two from Chrissie and the last one from Jack. I decided that the fan mail could wait until later, but Jack's I opened immediately. `Hi Rach, This mail is one of three things. a) Two hot pics of my fave girl b) A genuine two pics of you and an equally hot girl If it is `a' then you know I can never get enough of you (thanks for the hot weekend btw) If it is `b' then OMG! Of course I want both of you but that gives two questions... a) Is she bi and I get to see you two playing b) How old is she? Write soon Jx' I smiled at Jack's email and typed a short, slightly cryptic set of answers. `Jack, Not 2xMe Yes Bi Yes Watch Yes Join in 13 and you are welcome! Rach x' As I pressed send, I knew a reply would be close by! I opened the first of Chrissie's replies and instantly felt the sadness that poured from the screen. `Dear Rachael, U have no idea how much yr email upset me but i don't want u 2 feel bad cos the problem is me not u. First of all i have 2 say 2 u that u r so gorgeous. Obviously I can't see yr face but if its half as nice as yr body then u r the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm gonna treasure that pic 4ever. Thanks for sending it and thanks 4 yr nice words about my pics that means a lot 2. After that I don't know what 2 say. I don't know if I can change yr mind. It took me months to build up the nerve 2 write 2 u cos I guessed u would have a zillion emails and would never reply. I wrote cos I don't have a lot of friends cos they are all still 2 girly and babyish and when I showed one a story off nifty they said i was a freak cos I was already into sexy stuff so I didn't tell any1 else. I daren't talk to any of the older girls cos they won't speak to me and older boys cos they would probably see me as a silly kid. I don't even know how I would start a chat with an older guy. I know I have lived in Holly's world 2 much and it is a perfect world for a girl like me or Holly to find friends who want to learn sex and I just hoped u would tell me some stuff and help me. When I saw your pic I put it next to mine and imagined Holly and Ashleigh from the story and without sounding gross, I got all wet. I spose u didn't want to know that but as I don't think I'll get a reply I guess I've got nothing to lose. I play with myself a lot, always after reading your stories, it's like you are inside my head with my dreams and I always cum when I think about the tree house and all the lovely sex in there with Jack and Flic. I guess I'll just have to wait for more chapters and keep dreaming until my friends grow up. Sorry if I sound like a dork, didn't mean to scare or upset u. Still yr No1 fan, not in a freaky way but deffo in love with yr photo. Love Chrissie Xxxxxxx' As I digested her words, I clicked on her second email, already knowing what it would contain. I knew she would be thinking that I was now ignoring her. `Dear Rachael, OK I guess I knew u wouldn't reply again but it's OK, I understand. I'll still be reading your stuff and I'll definitely be saving the picture. It's OK, I won't let anyone else see it. Chrissie Xxxxx' I shut the lid on my laptop and sat back heavily in my chair, my mind awash with so many thoughts. What was I to do? I knew that the right thing was to let Chrissie down gently, walk away and not enter this minefield, but this young girl was everything that I had written about for several years and she had truly got under my skin. I had enough willpower to stop myself from making another knee-jerk reply to her emails, but the torment was only just beginning. In less than a minute, my mind was going to be blown completely and I would quickly return to dangerous territory. I decided, as many of my female characters had done in my stories, to go downstairs for chocolate, the answer to all stressful situations. As I opened my favourite cupboard in the kitchen, my mum came in, talking quite stressfully into her mobile phone. I didn't get the gist of it immediately, apart from the fact that somebody seemed to have let her down at the last minute. I broke off a piece of Dairy Milk chocolate and held it out to her as a stress relief tablet. She took it with a half smile, knowing its meaning. The call ended a few moments later with a very curt and sarcastic `Thank you!' "You OK Mum?" She chomped angrily on her chocolate, "That MORON, Jade has just told me that she can't make the Guides meeting tonight and she knows that Mary is away so it is me on my own with 28 girls! How fucking selfish?" "Mum!" I said, shocked at her swearing. "Sorry Rach, but I'm so angry! I can't do this on my own. I don't suppose ......" I cut her off quickly, realising immediately what she was going to ask and knowing that it would put me face to face with Chrissie, "Oh Mum, you know I can't stand all those screaming kids!" "Oh Rachael, please! It's too short notice to get anyone from another troupe to help me! I promise I'll make it up to you!" I closed my eyes and threw two pieces of chocolate into my mouth to emphasise my stress, "Mum, this is gonna cost you big time!" My mum hugged me tightly, thanking me and promising a big shopping trip. Damn that woman, she knew how to press my buttons. I was filled with such mixed emotions and I had no idea how I was going to deal with being face to face with Chrissie. Would I be able to ignore her and keep control? Only time would tell and we were due at the hut in an hour and a half. Wearing a conservative pair of dark blue jeans, a lightweight bra with vest top and sandals, I walked into the noisy hut with Mum. She quickly called to girls to order as we both stepped up onto the small stage. I glanced around the room and my heart actually sank when I couldn't see Chrissie in the room, receiving a stern look from my mother when she heard my sigh. She turned to me and hissed that I should at least pretend to be happy. I nodded quickly and apologised as she turned back to address the girls. "Good evening girls!" She boomed to the room. "Good evening, Brown Owl!" The girls chorused back. "OK ladies, Tawny Owl is unable to join us tonight so my daughter has offered to help with our discussions for our August camping trip. You will refer to her as `Little Owl' and I hope you will cash in on her own experiences as a former Girl Guide and treat her with the same respect as you would with any guests. As there are only two of us tonight, please form yourselves into three patrols and we will work our way round them in twenty minute periods. Are we all clear?" The group spoke as one again and I blushed a little as they gave me an impromptu round of applause. My feelings about Chrissie were becoming clearer as I stepped off the stage, accepting that she wasn't there and genuinely, feeling quite gutted about it. Suddenly, the old wooden door clattered open as two more girls came into the hut in fits of giggles. They had their backs to the room as they entered, but they soon turned around as they realised that the meeting had started, their crimson faces revealing their embarrassment. As with the other girls in the troupe, they spoke as one, "Sorry, Brown Owl!" I couldn't help but smile at their discomfort, along with the rest of the girls present but the biggest reason for my smile was the fact that one of the girls, was Chrissie. She looked straight at me, stood by my mother and at first, I wondered if she had realised who I was. Well, in a way she did, but not in relation to the stories. She knew me as Rachael, because I had helped out in the hut before and she smiled at me and gave a mini wave, as did the other girl. I waved back and deliberately turned away before I started to drool. I couldn't shake the image of her holding the towel and while I had glanced at her tiny body as she had entered, any longer would have definitely been classed as perving! My mum told the new arrivals to join a patrol each and barked a few more orders to the rest of the girls. I helped to arrange three circles of chairs and then waited for the girls to settle. When they were all seated, I was happy to see Mum join the group with Chrissie in it, which I knew would give me a little time to calm myself again and decide whether I was going to ignore all of this completely or make some sort of a move on my new obsession. Well, this is nifty, so of course I didn't leave it there, otherwise this would be the single most boring story here! The first group I joined were all, terribly excited about their forthcoming camping trip to the Peak District. I learned that it was going to be a long weekend, sleeping over for the Friday and Saturday nights. I remembered when I did the same trip, nearly ten years ago, so I shared some of the funny stories from that trip and I made some suggestions for activities, which they duly noted down, along with some brilliant ones of their own. All through the chat, the girls were lovely and polite and I remember being really impressed with my mum's work on these girls. I could see why she treasured her time with the Guides. After twenty minutes, although it seemed like much less, Mum tapped me on the shoulder and told me to move onto the next group. I couldn't move to Chrissie's team because there was one lot which hadn't had me or my mother yet. I sat down and was greeted warmly again. As I had done with the first lot, I apologised for being appalling with names and asked for forgiveness in advance. This made them all laugh and we quickly started to talk ideas. I saved up a few original ones so every team had a few different things to talk about when all the groups came together at the end of the evening to make some final plans. Once again, they all became really excitable at my suggestions, probably because I was close enough to their age to be considered more of a peer than some of the adults who usually looked after them at Guides. Again, in what seemed like such a short time, Mum appeared over my shoulder and shifted me round to the last group. Chrissie's group. The only seat in the circle was next to Chrissie (bloody typical) and, as I sat down, I had already rehearsed my strategy in my head. Firstly, I had to remember, NOT to use the name Chrissie. That was her email name and I wasn't going to cause confusion in the heads of the other girls who knew her as Christina, or just Tina. I would save that special name for later. Next, with her being sat beside me, I could easily gauge her reaction without having to look into her eyes, unless absolutely necessary. I had some killer lines which I intended on using, but they would be delivered to the other girls. I knew the other girls would react favourably to my innocent suggestions but to Chrissie, (Ooops! I meant Tina, from now on) my words would mean so much more! Finally, I wanted to see if Tina would try to get me on my own later to talk. I took a deep breath and sat down. The girls had already been talking through ideas for forty minutes and had made some pretty determined decisions on what they wanted to propose for the weekend. I deliberately made my same, feeble apology in case I forgot anyone's name and then asked them to tell me some of their best ideas. They were really animated in their various suggestions and it was over five minutes into our twenty minutes that a tall, red headed girl asked me for my ideas. I decided to go right for the kill. It is at this point that anyone who hasn't read `Holly and Friends' is at a distinct disadvantage. Now I hate to summarise my stories but for the benefit of any new readers, `Holly and Friends' is about four teenagers, Holly, Ashleigh, Jack and Flic. Their adventures begin in a tree house and a LOT of sex happens! You REALLY need to read it, it is an awesome story! OK, back to this one! "Well!" I began, "I went on three of these camping trips and I LOVED them!" The girls all had their eyes on me and I was sure to be looking around the circle as I spoke. The only girl that I intentionally avoided, actual eye contact with, was Chrissie. I pushed on knowing that my time would be up soon and I didn't really want my mother to hear this story because it was mostly made up! "The absolute best thing we ever did was to build a tree house!" Instantly I felt Chrissie freeze next to me and I caught sight of goosebumps appear on her arm. I carried on, knowing that I had her attention. "Yeah, there were four of us in our patrol and we found lots of branches and an old tarpaulin and even though it wasn't brilliant, it became .... it became like our own ..... secret place!" My last words were said in almost a whisper. The girl opposite me looked like she was going to burst with excitement so I moved to part two of my plan as I spoke to her, "So, do you like that idea, Ashleigh wasn't it?" The girl smiled, "My name is Aisha, Little Owl, but I love the idea of building a secret tree house. That would be so cool!" I feigned embarrassment, "Oops, I told you I was rubbish on names!" I turned to Chrissie, "And what about you? Do you like the idea of a tree house? Holly isn't it?" Chrissie's eyes looked into mine like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car and I was sure that I saw a tear welling up in her eye. I tried to look as innocent and natural as possible as I saw her trying to read me. It was only a second or so, her delay, but it must have felt like a month to her. She gulped hard before she stammered her reply, much softer and more timid that she had been speaking earlier. Her nervousness was missed by her friends who were busily discussing tree house ideas of their own. "I ... I ... I do like the idea of a tree house, Little Owl but I'm not Holly ..... I'm ... I'm Tina!" I replied quickly, "Oh I'm sorry Tina, I'm such a numbskull!" I made a joke knocking on my head which the other girls appreciated and I quickly turned back to the group to join their excitement. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chrissie's hand trembling and for the remainder of my time with the group, she didn't say another word. She knew! As the individual group sessions ended, my mum peeped her whistle and asked the groups to take ten minutes to decide on their favourite two proposals and from the six in total, they would debate and decide as a group, which three would be utilised on the trip. As the girls huddled and chatted on, Mum was busy dealing with some paperwork and I watched over the hut, aware that one pair of eyes was following me whenever I was not looking in her direction. When I did look at her, it was clear that she was not really part of the discussion, or even in the room, mentally. I was desperate to know how she would play the next part and I was not going to be disappointed by her ingenuity. As Brown Owl called an end to their chats, Chrissie caught my eye and I gave her a quick half smile and from across the room, I saw her tremble again and look at the floor, giving me an instant pang of guilt for frightening her. Mum asked the girls to pick up their chairs, quietly form a single circle in the room and sit down again. I was watching Chrissie closely and as the other girls moved in front of her, she stumbled convincingly to the floor and yelped, holding her ankle. I knew her intent and ran over to her, closely followed by Mum. I quickly reminded her that I was a trained first-aider and after we had lifted `Tina' onto her good foot, she put an arm around my shoulder and I held her under her other armpit, my hand pressing hard against the side of her soft tit, her thirteen year old tit, clearly unfettered by a bra and we made our way to the little kitchen, which also served as the first-aid room. Each hop caused my hand to caress her involuntarily. It was a delightful torture and it sent tingles through every fibre of my body. I had never touched a girl so young but suddenly, her age was immaterial, I wanted this young woman so badly. I was so thankful that Mum had agreed to discharge her duties onto me and had returned to carry on the meeting and leave me to it. Once we were inside the kitchen, I clicked the door closed and sat the younger girl on a chair and knelt down before her. The embarrassed face of a young girl looked at me. What had begun as an evening at Girl Guides for her, had quickly escalated into a whole lot more, and it wasn't over yet. I calmed myself as much as I could before I spoke. "Hi Chrissie!" I said softly Chrissie's bottom lip quivered slightly, "You ...you ... you ARE ....THAT Rachael!" I just nodded at her and grinned, not really knowing what I wanted to say next. Chrissie only had one word which came with a tiny, half smile, "Wow!" I couldn't help but let out a small laugh and that relieved the tension in the tiny room and Chrissie laughed too, almost too loudly which added to the giggling even more. I shushed her and moved over to the door to listen for anyone coming over to check on the laughter but Mum was in full flow with the girls. I went back to Chrissie and retook my position in front of her, but our faces were much closer now, my hands inadvertently stroking her thighs. "We really need to talk more Chrissie, but here and now, isn't the best place!" Chrissie nodded, this kind of conversation, clearly alien to her but the joy of contact was clear despite the fact that she was now shaking from head to foot. I knew I needed to calm her down and I decided that a shock tactic may work best. "You can't blow this Chrissie, you need to know that now! I'm taking a huge risk by letting you know who I am, please don't fuck this up, OK!" She looked shocked that I'd said the word `fuck' to her, so I can't imagine how her mind dealt with what I did next. I put my left arm around the back of her neck and pulled her face, firmly to mine. Our lips locked and she instinctively parted her lips and began an immediate tongue dance with me. Obviously, the kissing she admitted to with a boy and a girl had been more than a peck! The next bit was not in my plan, it just seemed to happen. My right hand found her waist and I felt the warm flesh between her shorts and Guide's shirt and my hand should have just held her, but it didn't. I felt intoxicated by her kiss and my hand just slid, quickly up the inside of her shirt to her braless chest. We groaned together as I landed on the soft mound of her small breast and I moved my thumb to tease her tiny but hard nipple. After the third rub, the kiss broke and Chrissie fell forward onto my shoulder, throwing both arms around my neck, panting heavily. I extracted my hand and put both arms around her and whispered softly into her ear, a little panicked at how quickly it had escalated. "Are you OK?" Chrissie gave a breathless, "Yeah!" I pulled away from her and put a finger under her chin to lift her face. I was going to ask if she was sure, but the beaming, ecstatic face answered for me. I changed my question. "Shall we chat on Messenger tonight?" Chrissie nodded quickly, "I'd like that, please!" We agreed a time and I then said that she should resume her act for returning to the room. She should limp a bit but I wasn't going to go down the road of bandaging her. She was happy with that and I was impressed at how normal she acted when we went back to the others. I felt hot, flustered and nervous but thankfully, all eyes were on the injured girl. Waiting for tonight was going to be pure Hell! The rest of the evening in the hut was something of a blur. I endeavoured to be as light and bouncy as possible and my mum failed to see the sexual torment that was ripping through my very soul. I had to smile when the Guides decided that their three, preferred activities for the weekend should be to help the farmer to milk the cows, build a dam across the river and, yes you guessed it, build a tree house. When they announced this, Chrissie looked straight at me and we both laughed. Everyone else was very happy about it so nobody noticed our little moment. As the girls filed out to go home, Mum thanked me profusely for my help but I quickly moved the conversation on before she could ask me to do it on a regular basis. I was keen to get the hut locked up quickly so I could get home to my computer. I had an appointment with a cute girl! By the time I was home, in my t-shirt for bed and sat in front of my laptop, I still had over half an hour to wait for Chrissie. I decided not to sign into Messenger so as to not appear over eager. I knew it didn't matter but I bided my time anyway. It was painful, too painful and with ten minutes to go, I caved and signed in. Chrissie was waiting for me. End of Chapter One ...... Chapter two will follow quickly but PLEASE email me your thoughts, all emails will be answered! If you want to read my other work, go to the nifty Home page, click on `Authors' then `Prolific Authors' and then scroll down to Rachael Babyface King and click again! .... Enjoy!