Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2005 14:55:30 -0700
From: Star Stevenson <starsapphire_34@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tempation of Tanya Chapter 1. (F/g)

The Temptation of Tanya (F/g)
Chapter 1

Copyright 2005 by Starsapphire


I only spied Tanya briefly as she entered the condo opposite mine shortly
after she moved in. But in that brief moment she turned and flashed me a
brilliant smile and I was instantly smitten. Tanya had lustrous dark hair
that fell in a gentle wave to her shoulders, big blue eyes, delicious bee
sting lips and a pert little elfin nose. She was about 5 foot 1 inch but
had a truly graceful figure for one so short. Her breasts were only gently
suggested mounds but her bottom took on a completely rounded, squeezable
look and set my heart racing. She was exactly my type. That she was only 11
years old shocked me to my core.

I had been spending my days in a depressing routine of work, television,
reading and generally staying out of touch with the human race as much as I
could. I had recently left a gay relationship of five years and felt old
and betrayed. Julia had left me for someone else, someone all of 24 years
old. Having just turned 40 I felt the pain much more intensely for all of
this and longed to be reaffirmed as an attractive, sexy, worthwhile
woman. All I could manage for my self-esteem was to work out at the gym,
frantically trying to preserve myself against the ravages of age. That that
reaffirmation would end up coming instead from a lively, self-assured young
girl just reaching adolescence still astonishes me.

If anyone were to `rescue' me, I had actually pinned my hopes on Tanya's
mother, whom I had seen more often. Leanne Grainger was 35 with honey
blonde hair and a wonderful figure, standing much taller than her
daughter. I'd also `known' her for years as a local TV reporter and part
time anchor, though I'd never actually met her before. I wasn't in any way
`star struck' though. As a psychotherapist I'd had several high profile
clients and wasn't intimidated. Not that I needed to be. Leanne seemed as
genuinely warm and self- assured in person as she did on air and my heart
did little flip-flops whenever I bumped into her. In my present emotional
condition I didn't fully trust my `gay-dar', but I thought I caught that
`look' from her and I quietly pinned up my hopes.

 Tanya must have taken on her father's characteristics except for her face,
which was a smaller, more delicate version of her mother's. In personality
she seemed only-child precocious and lively, a little more energetic than
her mom but still with all her warmth.

Leanne and I struck up a friendship at the strata council meeting in our
building that took place a couple of weeks after she'd moved in. Being new
the only person she had even a nodding acquaintance with was me, so she sat
beside me as the condo owners bickered and feuded as they always did. Being
a newcomer Leanne was fussed over by a few fawning fans and some of the
more lecherous old men who lived in the building after the meeting ended,
but I was able to steer her clear of the worst attentions. By way of
thanking me she invited me over for coffee where I got to know both her and
Tanya on a more personal basis.

"This is Carla, honey. Carla, this is my daughter Tanya," As Leanne spoke
the words Tanya popped up from the couch and came over to shake hands. I
was a little startled at her eager response but I gladly took her proffered
hand in mine and felt its delicate texture. As I looked into her baby blues
a little tremor ran through me. What in God's name was happening to me? I'm
lusting after my neighbor's child!

"T-Tanya, that's a pretty name," was all I could blurt out.

"Thank you. It's my grandma's name. And you're pretty too!" Tanya giggled,
covering her mouth and looking at me with her laughing eyes.

My knees felt weak. I was definitely losing it. I did take some pride in my
features and tried to dress the part. No blue jean grunge look for me. I am
all lipstick lesbian, slim, trim and feminine with 36C breasts and the same
34 butt I had in high school but somehow Tanya's compliment had touched me
deeply. When I got home later I cried for the first time since Julia had
left. Then I felt so overwhelmed by my letch for Tanya I masturbated,
getting off at least 3 times to images of her spread out before me naked,
or her head buried between my legs, something that brought on a wave of
shame when it was over.

I spent the next few weeks utterly amazed at having fallen so in love so
fast with someone so impossible to possess and swore I would never attempt
to consummate my feelings. I would love Tanya safely from afar. And I did
amazingly well.

Leanne worked often odd hours and asked me to mind Tanya for her until
something more permanent could be arranged. I was only too happy to oblige,
already having no life and now being given the chance to spend several
hours a day alone in the company of this little moppet that I desired so
much. But I promised myself to be good - and I was. The trouble turned out
to be Tanya, or so I tell myself.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked me out of the blue one evening.

"Well uh, no," I hesitated. "I just left a relationship a couple of months
ago but that was with another woman." I looked into her face trying to read
her reaction but she just stared at me as if I'd mentioned it was warm and
sunny outside. "We were lovers," I added, expecting her to be shocked I
suppose. She wasn't.

"Oh, that's so sad. You must be in a lot of pain."

"I'm learning to cope and I'm enjoying being free," I lied.

"Did you love her?"

"Yes, very much. Why are you asking me about this, sweetheart?"

"Well it's just that, uh, I have feelings for someone that I think is
really special too and I don't really know what to do. I mean, I'm only 11
and ... and it's a girl. Like your friend." Tanya lowered her face and then
covered herself with her hands. "My mom said she thought you liked girls,
and when you said about your lover that she was a girl, I-I guess that you
do, so I wanted to ask you about it. Gosh, is that okay?"

"Oh honey, of course it is!" I exclaimed. "And how did your mom figure out
that I liked girls?" I laughed. This was intriguing.

"I don't know. She didn't tell me." Tanya looked up at me with a grin. "But
I'm sure glad she got it right. I really don't know what to do. About my
friend I mean."

"Are you good friends with her?" I asked.

"Oh yes. I see her all the time and she is so beautiful sometimes I can't
stop looking at her."

"That sounds serious. You're a very pretty girl yourself. Do you catch her
looking at you now and then? That's usually a good sign."

"Yeah, I think so. She seems to like my boobs, like I have any!" she
laughed. "I've even caught her looking down my shirt!"

I, of course had been doing the same thing to her and shared her erstwhile
lover's infatuation with her young breasts. Had she caught me looking too,
I wondered? Inwardly I shuddered at the shame of discovery yet envied this
anonymous object of Tanya's affection who surely wouldn't turn her
away. Tanya was too precious. I already hated this girl for stealing away
Tanya's amorous interest but was also grateful to her for providing me with
something of an `out'. If Tanya could be safely coupled up with this
unknown girl it would help me to withdraw from the intoxicating love I felt
for her.

"Your boobs are going to be fine, girl. My God you're only 11!" I
laughed. "But hey, wear some tops that make the looking easy. You might as
well dazzle her, honey. If she's interested it'll drive her crazy and if
she's not, well there's no harm done," She seemed to contemplate that
advice for a moment then gave me a sly little look.

"Perfect!" Tanya declared and we both dissolved into giggles.

The next evening Tanya came over and settled into the far end of my black
leather couch and drew her knees up to her chest a place and position fast
becoming her own. She looked ravishing in a pair of navy blue tight slacks
and a white, square collared loose cotton top. She grinned at me and
lowered her knees.

"This is what I wore today," she giggled, pulling at her loose top. "When I
bend over like this you can see right down it to my boobs." And she did
just that, giving me a tantalizingly brief glimpse of her pink pert young
nipples and a wicked look that caught me staring. I blushed a deep red.

"Tanya, you are so naughty! So did you impress her?"

"I think so," Tanya said with a cute smile. "I'm just all confused right
now about her. I mean I want to be with her and kiss her and cuddle but I
don't know what to do." She seemed instantly so forlorn. "Can you help me?"

"Tanya honey, I don't know," I replied, my heart going out to her as my own
need to kiss and cuddle her mounted. "What do you think I can do?" I said
placing a hand on her shoulder as she sat next to me.

"Well," she said. "Could you teach me how to kiss? I've never kissed anyone
before. I mean, it wouldn't count, you know? Just to show me how." A very
pleading look was in her eye.

I was taken aback, to say the least. Kiss her? Of course I would but how
would I make it `not count'?

I-I guess so, Tanya. Here, close your eyes and pucker up," I instructed. I
nervously leaned in and brush my trembling lips against hers. The touch was
magic and a shocking current of lust shot through me down to my aching
pussy. I lingered for a second and fell the full rich texture of her lower
lip against mine as I ever so slightly parted my lips, but only enough for
a quick taste with my tongue. I pulled back slowly. "There, how was that?"

"Oooh, I loved it. Do it again, okay? Only longer this time!" Tanya moved
her face eagerly into mine and our lips met in a much deeper kiss. But I
kept my lips closed not trusting myself to go further with this
experiment. My feelings were intense and I heard Tanya moan gently as we
continued. I decided to break it off.

"Doesn't seem like there's too much I have to teach you, you little minx."
I whispered with a grin. I was red and flustered while Tanya looked up at
me all dreamy eyed and out of focus.

"I like kissing," is all she said. Then she laid her head against my
shoulder and wrapped her delicate pale her arms around me. I gently stroke
her lustrous dark hair and felt my tummy tying up in anxious knots.

"This girl is very lucky, little one," I told her as I gently kissed the
top of her head. "I hope you'll both be very happy together." Tanya
breathed a deep sigh against me and hugged me tighter.

"Me too, " she murmured into my blouse. Then she quickly looked up at me
again. "Let's kiss some more!" she implored. "It's okay it doesn't count,
remember?"

"What do you mean `it doesn't count'?" I wanted to know.

"I mean it's just practice, okay? It--It doesn't mean anything so we can
do whatever we want, you see?"

"Not really, but okay. And Tanya, you just can't tell your mom I was
teaching you how to kiss. She'd have a bird!" I laughed, but meaning it all
the same.

"Of course not silly! Besides I don't think my mom would want to know that
I've got a crush on another girl, do you?"

"Probably not. But this is something you'll probably have to tell her
eventually, " I cautioned her, recalling with a shudder my own dreadful
experiences with `coming out'. I felt certain though that Leanne would be
far more understanding than my mother had been.

"I will, but right now I want to practice kissing with you." Without
wasting any time Tanya leaned across me, wrapped her arms around my
shoulders and planted her lush full lips square against mine, this time
moving them around a little then parting them slightly. It was then I
realized her lips and mouth were full grown adult size, something I knew in
my head would be the case, but somehow I'd irrationally expected them to be
smaller to match the rest of her.

All sorts of crazy feelings were rushing through me at this point. I so
wanted to just open my mouth and devour this young creature but I knew
there might be no turning back. I was dizzy with excitement and my throat
was achingly dry. A deep wet throbbing began in my loins and spread up
through my breasts to elongate my sensitive nipples. I moaned as I felt her
hot wet tongue start to push against my closed lips.

"Wait Tanya!" I cried, pulling back from our kiss. "This is starting to
`count', and I need some air!" I gasped, fanning myself.

"I know! That was so cool Carla! You're a great kisser!"

"But honey, I don't want this to go any farther. Look, I'm 40 years old
sweetheart, and your only 11. Maybe we shouldn't do this anymore," I
reasoned.

In that moment Tanya looked shattered. Despite all her grown up precocity
she was still just a young girl emotionally. I thought she might cry.

"Besides," I said, "What about your friend?" I asked, trying to revive her
spirits. "She's the one you want to be kissing and making it `count'. I'm
just your big old baby sitter. I bet she's much better looking than me and
now you can teach her how to kiss."

"I don't have to teach her," Tanya said sullenly.

"You don't?" I asked puzzled.

"No, she already knows how to kiss."

"How do you know that?"

"She--She told me." Tanya stared down into her lap.

"Who is this girl, Tanya?

"I--I can't tell you yet. But I will. Is that okay?"

"Sure it is honey."

"Besides, I don't care if you're 40," Tanya looked up at me seriously.

I looked back at her squarely. "Gosh honey, but did you know that 12 years
ago, before you were born, I was in graduate school? And that a full 14
years before that I graduated from high school? And that 7 full years
before that I was the same age as you are now?"

"Hey, so what? I'm the one who gets to decide if you're too old anyway, not
you!" she giggled.

"Yeah, but then I get to decide if you're too young, " I countered with a
poke in her chest.

"But we're just practicing so it doesn't count, remember?"

"Okay, but you be good this time. No tongues, alright?" Oh boy, I thought,
But Tanya was good - at least for a while. We stay locked in a light
embrace for several minutes then with the heat obviously rising between us
as our mouths moved softly against each other. This time we pulled away
slowly and smiled.

"That was nice," I whispered to her.

"Mmmm it sure was," Tanya replied, squeezing me tightly. We sat cuddled
together for the next hour or so, behaving ourselves, watching TV, then
snacking until Leanne came by to pick her up.

"Was she any trouble?" Leanne asked me at the door.

"Of course not. She's a real sweetheart. She can come back any time," I
felt so guilty I couldn't look her in the eye as Tanya walked past me into
the hall.

"See ya tomorrow!" Tanya called out as she entered her doorway.

I slowly closed my door then leaned my shoulders against it. What on earth
was I going to do! I thought frantically. I headed for the shower and took
a long look at my ancient body in the mirror and decided I wasn't so
bad. My breasts were still firm and full and my figure still trim. I
decided to trim my light brown bush between my legs and contemplated
shaving it off completely. How absolutely depraved, I thought with a
chuckle.

Getting under the hot water brought back all the steamy emotions I'd been
having on the couch with Tanya and it wasn't long before I had two fingers
deep inside my pussy making myself come. It took only seconds and a slower
and deeper orgasm followed in bed after I'd dried off and hopped under the
covers naked. I drifted off to a troubled sleep however.