Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2015 14:34:53 +1000
From: Lawrence Bradman <bradmanlawrence@gmail.com>
Subject: Walk that mile Part 4

Walk that mile.  Part 4

Thinking back on developments, I can now see that in a way our frantic
rutting was an attempt on my part to make up for opportunities lost during
school, yes we certainly enjoyed our sex back then but it was always
furtive - which in some ways added to the excitement of course - but I know
that I for one felt inhibited by the fear of discovery.  With Aidan now it
was different, behind locked bedroom doors I was free to enjoy him in any
way I wished.  I now think that if anything I over indulged, the novelty
wore off and eventually we would only get together perhaps once a week -
which was fun in itself but Aidan at his age obviously needed more.  It was
therefore no surprise and possibly something of a relief when I noticed
that in addition to my daughter's regular visitor Gillian (An odious,
spoilt, little girl) I noticed we were being visited by a lad in his mid
teens, introduced to me as "Clive", he was obviously a couple of years
older than Aidan and I at first had trouble making the connection.  Silly
me, it wasn't long before I noticed the looks they exchanged and then they
invariably went up to Aidan's room....and closed the door.  I asked no
questions and in fact I was relieved because Clive was a well built lad and
it meant that Aidan now had a "protector" at school, Aidan himself was -
well, frail looking and possibly vulnerable to bullying.  Those regular
visits were supplemented by "sleep overs". From the noises that came from
Aidan's room, I was very aware of what they were up to!  Still, I wished
them luck.

Of course Aidan's relationship with his new friend had some impact upon
myself, sex with him had become somewhat of a routine but thinking things
over, I felt that it was better that he become involved with someone closer
to his own age - and I was in a sense relieved.  I suppose that my
involvement with Aidan had come at a cost, I'd only vaguely been aware of
my daughter Chloe's comings and goings, occasionally of course there were
the requests for money, scarcely surprising since her friend Gillian seemed
to spend so much of her time here and was never short of it.  So, feeling
guilty I took an interest in the child.  Chloe was about a year younger
than Aidan, at the stage where puberty was starting to get a foot in the
door, hormones were probably kicking in but as yet to no visible effect
other than the formation of waist and hips, short dark curls topped off a
rather pretty girl, I suppose.  Gillian was another matter, she obviously
took steps to enhance the onset of puberty and had the money to do so, now
I was paying attention I noticed the carefully cut clothes artfully
accentuating non existant breasts and drawing in the waist, she was going
to be a stunner.  No wonder my daughter was struggling to keep up in the
fashion stakes!  So, while Aidan and Clive were busy up stairs I had the
two girls for company, for the most part they were reasonably quiet,
pouring over their glossy magazines, the occasional hoots of laughter,
gasps of exagerated amazement were all what you'd expect from such a pair.
It was happy noise I suppose but once in a while I had to join in "Dad -
what do you think of this?  Did they really dress like that back then?"

Then circumstances took another twist, it all started with a
misunderstanding because Chloe had (she claimed) organised for herself and
Gillian them to go over to another friend's place that evening culminating
in a sleep over.  She had asked me permission, I knew the parents concerned
and said "fine - have fun".  So off she went and I took the opportunity to
dig out some early 50's music stuff I'd collected and sat back to enjoy
listening in peace and quiet.  I'd settled down nicely when I became aware
I wasn't alone, it was Gillian and she wanted to know where Chloe was -
ooops!

I explained as best I could and meanwhile she stood hands on hips,
impatiently tapping her foot.  Funnily enough it was only then that I began
to be aware of the girl, physically -slim figure - rather lithe in fact,
shapely little legs and perhaps precociously pretty - dark hair like my
daughter's only hers was combed up in what I took to be an expensive hair
do.  Out came the inevitable mobile 'phone and there was a brief exchange
"Well, I went over to your place...I thought that's what was supposed to
happen....oh well, look I've got something else on...so....OK have fun!".
She regarded me narowly then appeared to make up her mind, suddenly asking
"That stuff you are listening to, it's really old isn't it?"  I agreed,
admitting that it had been popular long before my own time.  She
considered, listened for a few moments then came and sat beside me.
Birdlike she peered up "It's very relaxing stuff isn't it...so I suppose
they actually danced to it...must have been very different, I once watched
a movie with ball room dancing in it, lots of it and it sounded a bit like
this, the dancing looked easy except for the acrobatic bits - but I bet it
wasn't?" I quickly agreed, I had in fact had ball room lessons in my teens
and recalled the problems of timing, balance and co-ordination involved to
say nothing of avoiding your partner's toes "Yes, it was really quite
complicated though you could simplify it but only if you kept to the
timing...it was quite fun really, us boys liked getting close up to the
girls!" and I laughed.  The little head tilted again "Show me!" She said,
and not for the first time I considered what an imperious little minx she
was.

I felt dubious, how well would she adjust, did she have the patience or
discipline needed to make a reasonable go of it...but then I thought "why
not" Aidan and Clive were out, Chloe was away for the night and well, the
house was empty and whatever I thought of her, the girl was company!  So, I
got to my feet and reached out a hand, she took it and followed me to the
middle of the room, she was reasonably tall for her age - probably 11 or 12
- and the size disparity wasn't too serious.  So, standing opposite her we
waited for the next number to begin and while we waited I showed her how to
position a partner, then we began. Clumsy at first, confused - slightly -
she began to pick it up and then much to my surprise I discovered that she
seemed to be enjoying herself, occasionally she'd look up reassuringly
"See, I'm still here and you haven't trodden me into the floor yet, I like
it, sort of comfy dancing, can we do it some more?" and she smiled, what a
difference that made! Truth to tell I had rather enjoyed moving with her, I
supposed that the sophisticated hair do helped overcome any inhibitions I'd
had dancing with my young daughter's best friend, I'd also noticed the lip
stick and eye shadow but it was that smile...wow!  We continued for a while
and as we went somehow we pressed closer together, it only seemed natural
but my eyes became glued to the front of her dress, it somehow bound her in
to produce a simulated swell of breasts, looking up I found she'd noticed
my gaze.  She stared right back at me but said nothing.  I felt an erection
growing but I didn't care and as it grew bright eyes studied me carefully,
nor did she pull away, if anything she pressed closer. The music ended and
we just stood there, again she looked up and murmured "Aren't you supposed
to kiss me now?".  It was too tempting, the prettily puckered lips she
offered had parted slightlyand I ducked to brush them with mine, her mouth
opened and I felt a little tongue probing.  Vaguely I noticed that she
kissed with eyes open and involuntarily I began to stroke her back as we
kissed, gently caressing and pressing her to me, any doubts I'd had were
dispelled when I felt little arms reaching around my neck, then after a
minute or so she broke away and taking me by the hand said "This way...
it's what comes next usually...I think, saw it in that movie anyway".