Neighborhood Pervert--Amy (Page 1)

by Leslie Schmidt

"You know, if you hang around here much, we're going to end up in bed," I said as the lanky seventh grader went into the kitchen. Actually, she was between sixth and seventh grade, tall for her age, legs that went almost to her shoulders, as they say, and nothing really to fill her training bra.

"What?" she responded, confused and not wanting to be shocked, hoping that I hadn't said what I most certainly did say.

"Well, I have a reputation to keep," I continued, trying to keep my tone light. "You've heard what they say about me around the neighborhood. Parents warning their kids and all..."

She had stopped, holding the can of coke, her fingers ready to pull the ring.

She started to laugh. "You're joking,..." she said in a tone that implied she wasn't sure.

"Stick around me and you'll find out," I waved my hand with a smile. "But, I promised I'd show you those tricks in 'Zelda.'

We spent the next hour on the Wii, but I was too distracted looking at her long bare legs and wondering what was really under the soft triangles that her bra made on the front of her t-shirt. She left, saying she had to get home before her mom got off work or she'd be in "a shit-load of trouble."

Later that night I texted her:

'Whats up?"

"Watchen TV"

"Whats on?"

"Scrubs, What u doin?"

"Surfin Web"

"Where?"

"Lolcats"

"LOL"

"And porn"

"Perv"

"U bet"

"LMFAO"

"Mom around?"

"In bed"

"Send me a picture"

"Of mom?"

"LOL, no, u"

There was a delay before she responded...this time there was an attachment.

"Here"

I opened the picture. She was sitting on a sofa, holding the camera above her and smiling up at me. Her short dirty blond hair was wet. She was wearing a cotton nightgown, had her legs folded up under her. I was really intrigued to see that the top was pulled open so I could see down the front-just some. I couldn't see far enough down to see her titties, but, the picture still made my heart race.

"Nice. Like to see what's under it.

"U are a Perv!"

"You bet."

"You'll never be so lucky."

"No luck"

"What?"

"You'll see."

She didn't respond for a minute or two, then the conversation really lagged. I got the feeling she was talking to someone else.

"Signing off, 4 AM comes soon."

"What do you mean?"

"I get up at 4 for work."

"That sucks."

"Gets me home early.See you tomorrow?"

"Maybe"

"Good night."

"Sleep tight!"

I arrived home the next day at 2:00, as usual. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door. My heart started beating faster as I walked from the kitchen. A look through the viewer was a bit of a disappointment. Amy had brought a friend.

I opened the door with a big smile on my face.

"Hi sweetheart!" I said. "Here for more Zelda?"

"This is Mona, alright of she joins us?"

"Sure."

Mona was kind of chunky and well into puberty. She was probably a B cup and was breaking out on her forehead and around her nose. She was pleasant but didn't seem too interested in the games until we got into 'Mario Cart.' We spent a fun couple of hours until the girls decided it was time to leave.

It being Friday, I went to a bar that's only about four blocks away. The place is a local haunt, I knew a couple of the guys there so we spent a couple of hours and several beers shooting pool. One of the regular barbutterflies flitted around some but I really wasn't interest-I had designs on a girl twenty years younger. I left around 10, walking home in the warm night and swatting the occasional mosquito.

After I got up at six I mowed the lawn, hoping to piss off a few neighbors. Then I lazed around the house until around 9 when I texted Amy again.

"What's up?"

"Plans today?"

"Sitting around the house, mom's at work.

"Come on over, I'll excite you"

"You're a perv"

"You know that"

"How you like Mona?"

"She's sweet"

"You should like her, she's got boobs"

"I like all girls"

"Not guys?"

"Not my thing"

"What ya got on?"

There was a delay before she answered. The answer was just a picture. She was wearing a lime green satin camisole. This time she had stood up and taken a picture of herself in a mirror. She also had on white panties. In the reflection I could also see her bedroom. The blue coverlet on her bed was rumpled and on the other side of the bed was a desk-kind of messy but it held a lap top.

"Nice. What's under the green?"

There was a delay, I was beginning to worry that I'd scared her off, then my phone chimed. Again, no text, just an attachment.

I almost fainted. The picture was almost a copy of the last-except that she had taken the top off.

"Very nice," I keyed in with shaking hands.

"Thought you'd like it, perv."

"What's under the white?"

"Don't press your luck."

"How 'bout I take you to the mall later. I have some shopping to do."

"I have to stay home."

I decided that I wouldn't press the issue.

"Too bad. I'll miss you."

"Sorry."

We chatted a while longer and she sent me one more topless picture, then signed off.

As quickly as I could, I downloaded the pictures into my laptop. She was gorgeous! At eleven she was just beginning to get tits. Her areolas formed penny size domes that were topped with be-be nipples. These were on top of just the slightest beginning of swelling on her chest.

Amy has a triangular face with a large mouth and sharp nose. Her eyes are wide set under a broad forehead and she has wavy blonde hair that she keeps quite short. As I said, she's really tall, especially for her age-already a few inches beyond five feet. She's thin and lithe, long thin legs and arms. She also moves with a wonderful grace, maybe a future Ginger Rodgers.

Around lunch time I was cleaned up and ready to head out.

"You still home?"

"Where else?"

"Sure you don't want to come to the mall?"

"Give me 15."

It was twenty minutes before there was a knock on the door.

On the drive she commented that she'd never been in a car with a stick before.

"I prefer it-I just enjoy driving a shift," I said.

"Looks hard," she responded.

"Not once you're used to it. It becomes second nature, usually I don't even think about it."

At the mall we started in Penney's. I needed a couple of pairs of work slacks. Then Amy tried on a couple of pairs of shoes. In the mall proper we (she) did some window shopping and she tried on some make-up at Dillard's. Most people assumed I was her father-and I didn't mind. We ate at the food court, then headed back.

"Do you want to come over?" I asked as we came down the street.

"I better be home in case my mom gets off early."

"Ok." I pulled into the driveway. "By the way, you'd better delete those pictures off your phone. Your mom might not like them."

"Already have," she said. Then she surprised me by leaning over and kissing me before she hopped out of the car. "See you later," she called as she headed down the sidewalk.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful.

I was napping when the knock came on my door on Monday. I glanced through the window to see Amy standing there.

"Tired of being alone?" I asked as she walked in the door.

"I guess so. This summer sucks."

"You going on any sort of vacation?"

"Yeah, I guess," she answered. "Going to see my mother's fucking sister and put up with my bratty cousins-that's vacation."

"Where's that?"

"Virginia. I guess the beach's OK...real sand but they don't let you do anything. At least at the lake we get to run around."

"Want to go to the lake? Might be fun."

"Mom'd kill me," she answered. Then she got a conspiratoral look on her face. She pulled out her phone.

"Mom? Cathy's dad offered to take us up to the lake....you know, Cathy Ferguson, she and I did that science project...yeah, she called and asked...yeah her name's Ferguson, you remember, she was over and...OK, I'll see if I can call...bye."

"She wants you to call her."

"Better wait a few minutes, I'll use my phone, she'll see your number."

Three minutes later I called Amy's mom from my phone.

"Hello..., this is Mat Ferguson, Cathy's dad...."

It was a bit awkward but after two minutes I had permission to take Amy to the lake in the city park. Too bad there was no 'Cathy' to go along. Amy told me that she had moved in March.

She ran home to get changed and returned dressed the same but with her suit underneath. I must admit, I was a bit disappointed when we got to the beach and she striped her jeans and shirt of. The suit was 'cute,' and it was a two piece, but the top covered her from the collarbones to her lower ribs and the bottoms were more short- shorts than a bathing suit. Still, the seam down the front did pull tight and show the promise of a slit and the top was loose enough that her slight booby giggle was mostly unrestrained. Unfortunately, it was lined so things didn't get any better with it wet.

I wore running shorts, a tee and flip-flops.

The city park is along about two miles of the south shore of the lake. There are a couple of swimming beaches, picnic areas, and a real nice running/biking/nature trail right along the water. After a short dip I suggested that we walk along the trail and find one of the more secluded tables to eat at.

While we were waiting in line at the hotdog stand, Amy asked me about her suit.

"Well dear, actually I think it covers a bit too much up," I said.

She looked glum. "I know-I think it's ugly."

"I'll buy you another one," I suggested.

"Mommy wouldn't like that."

"You can keep it at my house-only wear it when we're out."

With the dogs and fries in a bag and a couple of bottles of coke in hand, we walked into the woods. A couple of hundred yards in I spied a table to our left and about 50 feet from the trail. We had to push underbrush out of the way to get there-it was actually quite secluded.

There we ate and talked. Over the years I've cultivated the ability to talk to school girls at their level. Amy was about to leave the Barbie doll stage and move into the make-up stage. 'Tweens' are really a bit lost-too old to be children and too young to be adolescents. But they really appreciate being treated like an adult but if they sense any condescension it's a complete turn-off. So we talked a lot about TV and video games. She was really into football but didn't root for the local team, instead she liked the Packers. We also talked some about school but that's a subject were it's easy to get off track and remind a girl how much older you are. When we had finished I suggested another swim.

The rules don't prohibit swimming outside the beach areas, but they don't encourage it either. This made it feel like we were sort of breaking the rules to cut across the path and dive in the lake. The bottom was really steep where we were, so we had to swim right away. Also, we had to climb out using some tree roots as steps and-damn-the legs of her suit were loose enough to allow me a flash of her bare pussy as she climbed out.

She stood as I pulled myself out and I didn't do anything to conceal the lump in my pants.

We were at the park for about two hours before heading home. Amy stayed in her suit in the car. When we got back she came in for a drink.

"You'd better pull on your jeans and shirt before you head home-the neighbors might wonder where you were swimming," I suggested.

"I'm still a bit wet," she said, looking down.

"So, pull off your suit."

"I don't have any panties," she giggled.

"No one will know. It'll be a bit...breezy."

She stood up and picked up her clothes from the chair where she had dropped them. Then she turned to head down the hall. I decided to take the next step.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

She turned and looked at me with confusion.

"Come on, you've sent me pictures already, why not show me for real?" This was it...fight or flight. Our destinies were being determined. She could head for the front door or she could take her top off. If she went for the door it was over. If she took her top off she was admitting-it's only a matter of time before I pop her cherry.

My heart was in my throat and my cock was swelling in my shorts. The next five seconds would decide it.

She looked at me for the count of three, then she relaxed, looked off to the side and shook her head slightly-an 'I give up' gesture.

It must have been about a gallon of adrenaline that hit my system. Such a thrill I've rarely experienced. Amy leaned down and put her jeans and tee on the floor, then crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. She stood holding it, her arms at her side, her hair messed up.

Of course, the pictures didn't do her eleven year old titties any justice. They were small swellings on her otherwise flat chest, topped by dime size domes, almost hemispheres, with tiny nipple bumps. Her shoulders were light, arms long and thin, as was her neck. Her ribs were clearly visible. Her skin was white with just a hint of pink-no tan lines from the summer sun yet.

I stood up and walked over to her-she didn't step back when I entered her personal space.

I reached out and caressed her nubs with my thumbs as she looked up at me. Then I gently pinched them between my first and middle fingers while I kept gently rubbing them with my thumbs.

Her eyelids drooped, then she closed her eyes. She seemed to be holding her breath for about ten seconds. Then she pulled it in-a ragged gasp and her eyes flew open. In one movement she turned away and reached down to pick up her clothing. She headed down the hall. I stayed in the living room, letting her escape.

"That's enough, that's all you've seen,...so far."

She stepped into the bathroom but caught the door before it closed and looked out at me. "I might send more pictures later." She closed the door.