The Silent Man, Page 2

By Leslie Schmidt

That Saturday, Callie was two doors down, at Jessica's house, when her phone rang. "Rang" really wasn't the right word...it played an electronic "Call me Maybe" tune.

"Honey," Diana said to her daughter, "I need you to come home now."

The call was actually kind of welcome, Callie was a bit bored with the DVD her friend was watching and her mother had said they'd be going shopping later. As she ran through the house to the door she passed Jessica's father.

"Bye Mr. Carson!" she called.

"You going home?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks for coming dear," he said as the door closed behind her.

Callie didn't notice the blue BMW M Series parked on the street across from her house but she froze in place when she saw Mr. Anderson sitting on the sofa. Her mother was standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Say 'hello' honey," Diana said.

"Hello," Callie said in a small voice.

Anderson nodded.

"Come her honey," Diana said, then turned into the kitchen.

Callie followed her mother, not looking at their guest.

Diana had a glass in her hand and was opening the freezer. "Honey, dig out a couple of Diet Cokes for me."

Callie went to the cupboard that they used as a pantry; in the bottom was a 12 pack.

"Mommy," she whispered as her mother poured. "Does he want me naked again?"

"Yes dear," she whispered back. "I want you to take your clothes off here and follow me out in a minute or so. Sit down in my chair, then do as I say."

"Do you want a drink?" Diana asked in a normal voice, looking down at her daughter.

The change in her voice surprised Callie and she took a couple of seconds to answer.

"May I have a Sprite?"

"Sure, bring it out with you," Diana said, then took the two glasses and walked to the living room.

Callie walked back to the pantry, then she stopped, turned and went to the table. She was nervous-had been since she came into the house. Again she turned and looked at the doorway. She couldn't see her mom or Mr. Anderson, and it was very quiet. Then she shrugged and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. She put in on the table. She looked down at her chest. Her nipples were sticking out a bit, like rounded little cones. She pressed her shoulders forward and moved them back and forth, imagining she actually had tits. Then she looked back at the doorway.

She was wearing flip-flops that she stepped out of. Then, after a pause, she undid the button on her jeans and unzipped. She pushed them down with her panties and they bunched around her feet. She had trouble getting free from them but left them in a pile on the floor. She realized she was taking too long and headed for the door.

When she stepped into the living room she stopped for a second. Her mother and Mr. Anderson were looking at her. This time she wasn't scared, just kind of nervous and-well-anxious, anxious in a bit of an exciting way.

"Come on and sit down honey," her mother waved her hand toward the overstuffed chair that Mr. Anderson had sat in last time.

She smiled at Mr. Anderson, then walked over and sat down. She pushed herself back but the chair was too big for her and she had to lean back in it. This naturally made her knees part and she knew Mr. Anderson could see between her legs. She relaxed more and even pushed her knees further apart and smiled at him while she brushed some hair away from her eyes. Then she put her hands on the arms of the chair, wondering what to do.

"Honey," her mother said, "we want you to masturbate."

Callie looked at her mother with a confused look. "What?"

"You know, we want to watch you rub yourself...like that time I saw you in the bath. You thought I'd be mad but I told you it was perfectly OK...normal...healthy..."

The fourth grader looked at Anderson, then back at her mom. "But, I...I...that's private."

"I know," Diana answered, "but it's also really sexy to watch." She paused. "Just close your eyes, don't think of anything, you know..."

Callie again looked at the strange man there, directly across from her and able to see everything, then back at her mother.

"Scoot down on the chair dear," her mom said, "so you can lean back."

She did. With the edge of the cushion across the back of her thighs her legs fell even farther apart. Her toes only barely touched the floor.

"Here," her mother stood up and walked over. She reached down and pulled a throw pillow that was in the corner of the chair out. "Sit up and let me put this behind your back."

Callie pulled herself up and Diana put it behind her. Then she lay back, now more comfortable with her back straighter.

"OK honey," Diana said softly, brushing her daughter's forehead, "close your eyes and go ahead."

Again the girl looked at the strange man, then she tentatively moved her hand down to her crotch. She saw his eyes following her hand as she reached down and felt the smooth skin and softness of her monz. His eyes got bigger as she pushed her finger along her slit and felt the warmth inside it.

Suddenly she realized what she was doing and a wave of embarrassment swept over her. She pulled her hand away and lifted one of her legs, pulling her thighs together.

"Mommy..." she whined. "I can't do that."

"Sure you can," Diana said in a calm voice. "Just close your eyes and relax. It'll come naturally. You'll...it'll be good...you'll really like it, honey."

"But Mom-me..."

"Close your eyes dear, lean back and relax..."

Callie closed her eyes and relaxed. She took a deep breath, blowing it out. She tried to think of something, somewhere else.

"Honey," her mom said in a quiet voice. "Do you remember last summer, that day on the beach in Santa Barbara when you fell asleep on the beach, we both did. How calm it was with the waves and the breeze?"

The adults saw the girl visibly relax.

"The sun was so nice and warm, sometimes a seagull would fly by. That was so nice that day."

Callie's hand moved back down to her sex. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slowed.

She coved her vulva with her hand and squeezed softly.

"Do you remember how warm the sun was?" Diana asked. "Sleeping with the sound of the waves on the beach."

She began to move her hand around in a circle, moving her monz in her cupped hand. The movement rubbed her clit between her lips and she felt a twinge, both a little pulling and a bit of excitement. She moved her hand again, pressing a little harder this time, and there seemed to be a small release of tension. Suddenly, there was a little slipperiness inside her. Something broke free, the pulling stopped as her clit slid against the soft skin of her lips.

She pushed with the palm of her hand, pressing down and this caused her lips to open slightly under her fingers and her clit to push up. The change made her middle finger move down and the pad of her finger touched the tip. A small electric spark snapped between her legs. She stopped moving, then pushed her finger in more...another spark...she moved her finger like she was just barely scratching...more sparks...

Anderson and Diana watched as the little girl forgot where she was, forgot what she was doing, forgot that they were watching. Her hand, first just covering her sex, started to move more and more deliberately. Her finger pushed between the lips, pressing against her clitoris.

Her movements changed as her breathing deepened, she started moving her hand from side to side. Her ring finger slipped into her slit, pressing her clit between her fingers. Her skin began to develop a sheen as her whole body became more tense. She began to push her hips forward, against her hand as she moved it more quickly back and forth.

She turned her head to the side, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she panted. Her other arm, her left, was across her torso, her hand pressing into her ribs on the right. Her nipples had risen into cones, the areolas rounded domes capped by the tiny points. Her body began to shine as sweat broke out on the girl.

The muscles in her stomach and thighs began to stick out as her body started to tremble. She was breathing hard now, her chest raising and falling with her gasps. She was moving her hand quickly, her two fingers pressed deep in her slit, her clit between them. Moving her clit in a circle. She lifted her knees so she could spread her legs farther and rub herself harder. Her whole body began to shake and rock.

Then she seemed to be shaken, moving her legs up and down as she caught her breath and lifted her head off the back of the chair, her eyes scrunched closed.

As she came, she made two soft grunts, deep in her throat.

She sank back and took several deep breathes, opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling while she lifted her hand off her sex. For a moment she looked up, a vacant expression on her face, then she put her hand back on her sex.

Again she was rubbing herself, her fingers deep in her slit, and she brought herself off a second time, this time grunting and hooking one leg over the arm of the chair.

Now she lifted her hand over her head and took one last really deep breath. Her eyes opened and she looked at Mr. Anderson as she lifted one of her knees and rolled onto her side, an embarrassed smile on her face. She laughed quietly, then rolled the other way and looked at her mother.

"Mommy, I can't do that any more...it's too much," she said in a breathless whisper.

"That was wonderful dear," Diana said to her spent nine year old.

Callie pulled her knees up, rolling into a fetal position. She couldn't say anything, she didn't know what to do but she was feeling antsy, she couldn't say there. She sat up, then stood up and, with shaky legs, walked into the kitchen.

She picked up her pants and pulled her panties out of them, then pulled them on. She sat down on a chair and slipped her shirt back on. She heard the front door close. She was sitting in her panties and shirt when her mother came back in.

"Are you OK?" Diana asked.

Callie looked at her mom. "Yup," she said.

Diana knelt down next to her little girl and brushed her hair back.

"Was that...did you really mind doing that?"

The little girl thought for a minute. "No Mommy, it was...OK, kind of...I don't know...funny the way he looked at me."

She looked at her daughter. "You know, if I ask him not to come back he won't. He won't be mad."

"That's OK Mommy. He can come back."

Her mom stood up and went over to the sink. Her mouth was dry-she could taste the chemical taste of her own adrenalin, she had been so nervous as she watched her daughter masturbate in front of the man. She filled a glass with water, then took a drink.

"Ya know," Callie said in a quiet voice, "it was better, I mean, it felt better than before."

Diana leaned back some. "You know, eventually he'll want to have sex with you." She turned to face her daughter.

Callie looked out the window over the sink, then back at her mom. "I know."

Diana stood up. "Well, I'm not sure I want that."

The girl looked up at her mother. "I don't know...he's really kind of cute."

The two spent the afternoon shopping, then ate a Chili's. It was dark and quiet in the car as they drove home.

"Mommy," Callie asked from the right seat, "why does Mr. Anderson want me to do those things?"

"Honey, there are some men who...well they want sex with children. The same as there are some men who want sex with other men or women who want sex with women."

"You mean gay people?"

"Yeah, I guess it's sort of like that."

"But it's wrong to want sex with children."

Diana was silent for a minute. "Do you think what you're doing with Mr. Anderson is wrong?"

"I'm not sure," Callie said.

"Well, you can stop any time, just tell me," Diana responded.

"Won't he be mad at you?"

"No," Diana said, feeling as certain as her voice sounded. "He's not the kind of man that would be mad about that. Anyway, I don't work for him...he's way up in the company. In fact, he really doesn't even work for the company but for a parent. If he tried to retaliate..."

She realized she was getting too complicated for a nine year old to understand. "It's just not like that. If I told him no, that would be the end of it. Also, of course, you can tell him no."

She stopped at a light. Diana looked directly at her daughter. "Do you want me to stop it?"

Callie smiled. "I don't think so. I think it's, well, it makes me feel excited, like when you do something that you think is scary but then when it's over you feel real good because you were scared and now you know you don't have to be."

On Tuesday, Diana and her supervisor were called into the branch head's office.