Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2005 07:19:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Carrie Larson <carrieisit@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abby Chapter One

This story is about love between a woman and a girl. If you aren't into
that kind of sex, please don't read any further. It is pure fiction.

A good morning to you all.  My name is Abby Wilson.  I am a 55 year old
widow, living alone and loving it.  I am 5' 9" tall, 135 pounds with brown
hair and a basically plain face. My modest 34 B bust doesn't get me many
second looks.  I have a couple of men friends I get together with
occasionally for fun and games but am most into my sexual side when I'm
home alone with my big black dildo and vibrator.  I have one growing
fantasy however that is beginning to give me some concern on the one hand
and great pleasure on the other.  I have been bi sexual all of my life but
always with girls pretty much my own age or older.  But now I am beginning
to feel strong urges for younger women, and I mean a lot younger.  Let me
give an example.

I was at the grocery store and saw a mother and her daughter who was
probably about 11 or 12.  She was dressed in just a t shirt and shorts.
There were very slight bumps in her shirt where her breasts were just
beginning to blossom.  My pussy started talking to me and I followed them
around the store, stopping to pick up some item when they stopped.  I
couldn't keep my eyes of the young girl.  And it's not that her Mother
wasn't beautiful because she was.  If she had been alone I probably would
have followed her.  Finally I had a basket full of items I didn't need and
a very wet pussy that needed attention so I left the basket and almost ran
to my car and home to satisfy it.

When I got home I was tearing off my cloths even before I got into my
house.  The blouse, then my skirt, then my bra and panties left a trail to
my bedroom.  I flopped on my back, pulled Mr. Black out of the bedside
drawer and began plunging him into my sopping wet cunny.  As I worked him
with one hand I squeezed my breasts and nipples with the other, all the
while dreaming that it was that young girls hands instead of my own.

As one finger flicked a nipple it was her finger that was doing it.  As two
fingers squeezed and pinched it was her fingers or lips.  As Mr. Black gave
my pleasure it was her hand that worked him.  As my body began to convulse
in a climax I could feel her lips on mine and then on my tits and then on
my clit.  As my love juice began to squirt I could feel her lips encase my
cunny letting not one drop escape.  And as I lay back exhausted I could
feel her fingers in my hair and see the smile on her face as I told her
what a good little girl she was.  But then the utter disappointment when my
fantasy disappeared and reality set in and I was alone.

My concern was growing because after each fantasy I began more serious
thinking about making my fantasy come to life.  But how was the big
question.  I couldn't just pick up some little girl in the mall and take
her home.  I couldn't just invite one of the girl scouts that came around
selling cookies to join me for a cup of tea.  And then it happened.

One afternoon I was on my way home from shopping.  I had shadowed a young
girl and was very ready for Mr. Black.  The rain was terrible and I spotted
a young person, really couldn't tell much except that it was very wet, very
cold and very alone. I think more out of compassion then sex I stopped and
asked if the person needed a ride.  I have never seen anyone move that
fast.  My shopping goodies were on the front seat so I motioned the person
to get in the back.  I turned so I could chat and the first thing I saw was
that the person was a young girl and the second was that she was a very
beautiful young girl.

"What is your name," I asked.

"Charla," she replied.

"Well Charla where is home, I'll take you there."

"I don't want to go home."  "Well where can I take you," I pressed.

"I don't have any where to go," she replied, starting to sort of whimper.

Well I can tell you my heart went out for this little girl.  Sex was the
furthest thing from my mind.  I told her I would take her home, get her and
her cloths dried out, some food in her tummy and we would decide what to
do. We chatted on the way home and I found out she had run away the day
before because both of her parents were on meth.  She had spent the night
in the park, very cold and very wet and was not both of those plus very
hungry.  I hurried her into my house and told her to strip in the entry way
while I found her something to put on.  I returned with a robe which I
retained while I viewed the beautiful ten year old child in front of
me. Straight as a stick with no indication of the beautiful woman I was
sure she would grow into.  I put the robe around her shoulders and led her
to the bathroom.

"You take a long hot shower and I'll put your things in the dryer and find
you something else to wear," I told her.

I stood there and watched as she dropped the robe and entered the shower
and closed the door.  Thru the glass I watched as this beautiful young body
absorbed the heat and began to act like a normal little girl. After soaping
up and rinsing, she just stood there under the warm shower and I just stood
there watching.  My hand slipped under the waist band of my shorts and my
finger began rubbing up and down in my very wet slit.  Finally Charla
stepped out of the shower and actually had a smile on her face.

I told Charla I didn't have any cloths small enough for her but she could
wear the robe until we got her cloths washed and dried.  While I was
speaking I was gently drying this beautiful girl with a warm towel.  Charla
smiled again and said the robe would be OK.

"Or," I said, "You could just go nude."

Charla looked at me with a kind of strange look on her face so I quickly
thru in,

"If it would make you more comfortable, I will go nude too."

My little visitor got the most sly teasing grin on her face and let her
arms drop to her sides.  As she did the robe fell to the floor. My breath
gasped as my eyes once again reviewed this tender young body.  Charla's
facial expression changed to one of impish delight.  I lifted my blouse up
over my head and let it drop to the floor. Then I pushed down my shorts and
stepped out of them.  For some reason my body was covered with goose bumps
and I'm sure it was because of what I hoped was about to happen.  Then I
unhooked my bra and discarded it and then my thong joined the rest of my
cloths on the floor.

Charla's review of my body was as intense as mine had been of hers.  I
reached out and took her hand and said,

"Let's go for a cup of tea.  How does that sound?"

"I think you are the first person that has ever invited me to tea," she
said with a laugh.  "Let's go."

The next thirty minutes were devoted to girl talk.  It was evident to me
that Charla was not interested in talking about her situation so we chatted
about boys and school and other things she liked to do.  After about thirty
minutes of chit chat I decided it was now or never with young friend.  I
told her I was a bit tired and thought I would take a little rest.

"Would you like to join me?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied, "Lead the way."