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Becky's Birthday Road trip

Wizard

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- - - - Standard Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction for adults only. I
know it's not necessary to warn you that person's under eighteen should not
read this, because I live in a world where minors would never dream of
drinking, smoking or reading inappropriate material. Please enjoy.

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Chuck E. Cheese!

I was still asking myself How the hell did I get talked into this.

Becky's birthday was tomorrow, and somehow I got talked into driving 35
miles to take Becky and two friends to Chuck E. Cheese tonight. I don't
even like Chuck E. Cheese. I mean a piece of cardboard smeared with
tomato sauce would taste better than what they called pizza. And if that
giant rodent had gotten into my face one more time, I was going to feed it
it's tail.

But it was almost over, we were halfway home. And it's not as if I
didn't enjoy hanging with Becky. Don't tell, but she was my favorite.

Becky, who would be eleven years old tomorrow, was on my softball team.
She was my right fielder, which if you know anything about girl's twelve
and under softball means she wasn't very good, but damn she had heart. She
always tried harder than everyone else on the team and it didn't matter if
it was a mid-week practice or the big game, she gave it her all. It's just
that her all wasn't very good. She was also a diver, where she was a star,
but at softball, she sucked.

Becky was tall and skinny without any trace of the curves that make
women the most interesting race. She had brown hair, cut short into what
they called a pixie cut back when I was a kid, who knows what they call it
now. And she had these pale blue eyes that could look so sad when she
tilted her head and looked at you through the top of them, maybe that was
how I had gotten talked into this.

She'd invited Jennifer and her cousin Richard. Jennifer was also on the
team. She was twelve and turned thirteen in two weeks, the day after the
cut-off for the softball season. Jennifer was also my next door neighbor,
so I spent a lot of time with her, usually giving her rides to games and
practices. She was stocky, but in a athletic way, not fat. And in the
last couple of years, she'd definitely developed some interesting curves.
Where Becky was a danger to her own team on the softball field, Jennifer
was a danger to everyone else in the league. She was the hottest pitcher
in a very competitive league, a pretty fair shortstop when she wasn't
pitching, and led the league in home runs.

Richard was fourteen and in my humble opinion, a waste of space.

I'd foreseen some problems when Becky announced that Jennifer and
Richard were her choices for this road trip. Because I knew that Jennifer
had had a crush on Richard most of the summer, and Richard, from what I
could see, was hot for any of my team that had tits. And Jennifer led the
league there too. I'd been afraid that the two of them might forget what
this trip was all about.

But so far, no problem. Both of them had treated Becky as the birthday
girl. The center of attention.

We were about ten miles from home, and it was just starting to get dusk.
You got to love these long summer nights. The kids were in the back seat
with Becky in the middle. I was driving peacefully except for the lump in
my stomach from what Chuck E. Cheese called pizza. Becky crawled over the
seat and settled in next to me.

"What are you doing, ewa?" I asked. I'd called her ewa since we'd
watched `The Santa Clause' together at Christmas Dinner at her house last
year. I was a bachelor without family in the area and her family took pity
on me. Ewa stood for Elf with Attitude.

"Can we stop at the birdies?" she tilted her head and looked at me
through the top of those damn eyes. "Please!"

The `birdies' were a family of hawks that lived behind a small country
school about a mile up the road. "Sure, why not." I agreed. The team
frequently stopped at the school on the way home from away games. We'd
check on the birds or play on the playground.

The school was just a little ways off the highway surrounded by forest.
I turned into the deserted parking lot and shut off the car. The three
kids were out like a shot and running toward the playground on the side of
the building. I got out more slowly, wishing I had that much energy and
followed.

When I got to the playground, Jennifer was sitting on a bench watching
as Richard pushed Becky on a swing. At the top of her arc, Becky pushed
off and dropped about six feet to the ground, "Can we see the birdies now?"

I nodded and looked at Jennifer who shook her head. I didn't bother
checking with Richard. I was pretty sure he would stay with Jennifer and
basically I didn't care. I started walking toward the back of the school
and Becky skipped up beside me and took my hand. It was enough to make me
wish I was eleven again myself.

We walked around the back of the school where there was another
playground with smaller equipment, and then through a path in the trees to
the nest. When we got there, the nest, on the side of a small cliff was
empty. I squatted down and Becky sat on my leg and we waited. A couple of
minutes later I spotted a speck in the sky and pointed at it to Becky. We
watched as the speck got bigger and became one of the young hawks. It
landed at the nest and we could see that it had something in it's mouth.
It looked like a frog, but I wasn't sure. Do hawks eat frogs? Somehow I
never pictured that.

We watched for several minutes as the hawk had dinner and then took off
again, flying in ever increasing circles looking for dessert.

I pushed Becky to her feet and stood up. My bones creaked. Only twenty
and already I was turning into an old man. We started walking back, Becky
again taking my hand.

As we turned the corner of the school we saw Jennifer sitting on
Richard's lap on one of the benches. From the lip lock they had going, I
was pretty sure that at least one of them had a mouth with two tongues.
Before I could say anything, Becky put her finger to her lips and pulled me
back. She pulled me to a swing set in the back playground and I sat down.
She crawled up and sat across my legs.

I'd been worried about how Becky would take it if her friend Jennifer
and cousin Richard started doing the boy-girl thing, especially on her
birthday trip. But it looked like she was okay with and wanted to give
them some space.

"They were kissing pretty good." she commented. "Richard's had a lot of
practice." she informed me. I suppose Richard was a good looking boy, at
least Jennifer had always seemed to think he was hot. "He's kissed Katie
Barnes and Tiffany Caldwell too." she added. Two more of the older girls
on my team. I made a note not to let him hand around practices anymore.

"I've never kissed anybody." she said with a sigh.

"No boyfriends?" I asked. I'd seen a few boys her age hanging out at
practice watching her.

"I've got three." she announced, "but I haven't kissed them." she added.

"Oh."

"All my friends kissed boys when they were nine or ten. Tomorrow, I'll
be eleven and never been kissed." she said with another sigh.

"That's so sad." I agreed and ruffled her hair. "You want me to stop at
one of your boyfriends houses on the way back, so you can kiss him while
you're still ten?"

"No." she pouted. Then she looked at me with the tilted head routine.
"You could teach me to kiss."

I wasn't all that surprised. I knew I was good looking and that several
girls over the years had crushes on me. "Sorry Becky. It wouldn't be
right."

"Who says?" she shot back.

"Everybody." I answered. "Besides, I'm old enough to be your father."

"Only if you had me when you were eight." she answered back, proving
that she listened when I talked and could do subtraction.

"That's not the point."

"No the point is, I've never even ben kissed and I want you to teach me.
You said that the birthday girl gets whatever she wants..."

"Within reason." I amended.

"And a simple kiss isn't within reason?" she asked sweetly.

"Besides, your birthday isn't until tomorrow."

"So you'll kiss me at the party tomorrow?"

I had a quick mental image of Becky sitting on my lap in their living
room and me making out with her while dad loaded the family shotgun. "No,
uh..."

"You'd rather have me experiment with some sweaty adolescent who'll
immediately brag to all his friends?"

"No, uh..."

"Men." she said in exasperation, then grabbed me by the ears, tilted her
head a little and pulled me forward until our lips met. As our lips melted
together, I decided that it wasn't such a bad idea, it was just a kiss.
Then her tongue rammed it's way into my mouth. I was too startled to
react, so I kept kissing as her tongue explored my mouth, maybe I opened a
little wider, I'm not really sure. Her mouth tasted of peppermint and
pepperoni from the pizza and the gum she'd been chewing after. It was an
interesting taste. About thirty seconds later, she pulled away.

"So that's what all the fuss is about." she said breathlessly.

"Are you sure you've never been kissed before?" I asked in amazement.

"Not by a person. But I've practiced on my dolls and the back of my
hand." she admitted.

"Practice makes perfect." I muttered, I thought to myself.

"I was good?" she asked with a bright smile.

"If you practiced that hard at batting practice, Jennifer would be
second best in the league at home runs."

"Can we try again?" she asked.

"I don't..." I started when her mouth pushed onto mine again. The girl
wasn't shy.

We made out for several minutes, and I had to keep reminding myself that
she wasn't even twelve yet to keep my hands from wandering. I kissed
hundreds of girls since I noticed they were different from boys and right
now I couldn't think of a better kisser.

After our last kiss, Becky hoped off my lap like the kid she was. "We
better go or Jennifer and Richard will wonder what happened to us.

I nodded, glad that one of us was thinking. As I stood up, I turned to
the side and brushed my hand across my crotch, trying to make my hard-on a
little less noticeable. I wouldn't have believed that a girl her age could
get me hard, but she did.

Becky skipped ahead of my to the corner of the school, peeked around and
stopped. Then she motioned me forward and put her finger to her lips to
keep me quiet. I looked around the school and Jennifer was still sitting
on Richard's lap and their faces were still attached. The difference was
that Jennifer's shirt was completely unbuttoned and Richard had a hand full
of tit. I couldn't see his other hand, but I'd bet big that her ass had
it's attention.

Becky pulled me back, whispering, "Don't disturb them." She pulled me
back to the swing set and I sat down. She immediately climbed back on my
lap and kissed me. When she finished, she looked me in the eye. "Why was
Jennifer letting him touch her boobie?"

"Well, uh..."

"She looked like she liked it. Does it feel good to let a boy touch
your boobie?"

"It's uh..." I was having a lot of trouble completing sentences.

Becky pulled up her t-shirt. She had the barest amount of swelling for
breasts. "I don't have boobie's yet. Would it feel good if you rubbed
them?"

"Uh."

Becky didn't bother waiting for me to stammer out an answer. She picked
up my hand and placed it on her breast. When I didn't move, she started
rubbing herself with my hand. Then she kissed me again. After a few
seconds, my hand seemed to come to life on it's own and started rubbing the
tiny swelling and the hard pink nipple. I could feel Becky groan into my
mouth. Apparently the answer to her question was yes it will feel good.

She broke the kiss but held my hand against her chest with one hand.
"Richard was rubbing Jennifer's butt too, does that feel good?" She didn't
wait for me to hem and haw, she grabbed my other hand on put it on her
butt. That hand started working on it's own too, rubbing the curve of her
butt and along the crack of her ass. She was wearing jeans, so I couldn't
feel much, but hopefully she could.

We kissed for several minutes as my hands explored her small body, Then
she looked up at me again, "And Jennifer was doing something to Richard
down here..." she said as her small hand dropped to my crotch and wrapped
itself around my hard shaft.

I came almost instantly, groaning loudly. Becky pulled her hand away
and wiggled out of my lap, stepping away from me. I couldn't talk, I just
closed my eyes and felt my cock pump load after load of semen into my
underwear.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked in a terrified voice.

"No." I managed to grunt as my orgasm subsided. "You made me feel
really good, but it took me by surprise."

"Okay." she agreed in an unsure voice. "We'd better go." she decided.
"You shouldn't tell mom and dad about this." she warned. "They think I
shouldn't kiss anyone until I'm sixteen."

I agreed quickly and we walked again to the corner of the school. As we
looked around, I wasn't all that surprised to see Jennifer sitting on the
bench with her jeans and underwear down around her ankles and Richards face
between her legs. Richard's cock was poking out of his fly as he jerked
off. I also wasn't very surprised when Becky pulled me back. "Would I
like that?" she whispered.

I was too far gone. "Let's find out." I whispered back and took her
hand and walked back to what I now thought of as `our' swing set. When we
got there, I dropped to my knees next to her. I picked her up and stood
her in between me and the swing.

I looked up into her face and grinned. Then I reached up and unbuttoned
the top button of her jeans. When there was no complaint, I unfastened the
next one, and the next. I could see the top of her panties. Yellow with a
white trim. I kept unbuttoning until her fly was completely open, then I
slid her jeans down her legs. I could see a white Barbie figure on the
front of her panties.

"You think they're babyish, don't you?" she whined."

"No." I told her. "I think they're sexy, just like you." And I kissed
Barbie. Becky giggled and I reached up and slipped my fingers into the
waistband of her panties and started pulling down. My first sight of her
pussy was awesome. Not a single hair, just the puffiness around her slit.
I wondered if the puffiness was natural or babyfat. I'd never had a bald
pussy before, when I was eleven and twelve I was making it with older girls
or girls who matured early. It was kind of funny looking.

I leaned in and kissed her on her slit. Then I kissed the four points
of the compass around her slit. Becky giggled. I picked her up and set
her on the swing, then spread her legs wide and pressed my face into her
pussy. I inhaled. It had the musky odor of all pussies, but different, I
couldn't put my finger on it, but I put my tongue into it. I wiggled my
tongue into her cunt and she gasped.

My tongue explored her young cunt the way her tongue had explored my
mouth, covering every inch. I found her clit and she jumped up several
inches. I grinned though she couldn't see me. Again and again I stabbed
my tongue deep into her tender young pussy. I felt her start to convulse
and I kept at it, deeper and deeper. Through the tops of my eyes I could
see her arms wrapped around the swing's chains, and she had stuffed her
finger into her mouth sideways and was biting down on it.

I gave a final lick and sat back onto the ground. Becky dropped her
hand away from her mouth and sat panting, eyes closed. Then she grinned
and looked at me. "Is that what I did to you?"

"Oh yeah." I agreed. I stood up and helped her get dressed. We had
nothing to clean her up with, so I just pulled her panties up over her wet
pussy. We walked hand in hand to the side of the school for the fourth
time.

As we looked around the edge, Jennifer and Richard were sitting side by
side talking. Both were dressed normally. "We were beginning to wonder
what happened to you?" Jennifer called out as she saw us.

"There were more birdies than usual." Becky called.

I always knew I didn't like Richard. Now I knew why. The kid didn't
follow through. Why couldn't he have fucked her like a normal red blooded
American boy. We walked to the car, Becky jabbering about watching the
young hawk eat a frog. The kids got into the back, Becky in the middle and
got in front and started the car.

As we drove to Becky's house, I wondered what Jennifer would say if
after we dropped off the others, I told her that I knew what she and
Richard had been doing. Would she promise to do `anything' if I didn't
tell her parents. Not that I'd blackmail her, but I realized that she was
a luscious package.

I dropped off Becky and Richard, the brat walked into the house without
saying a word, but Becky gave me a hug and a kiss through the window to
thank me for the "best birthday ever."
I grinned at her. "Just wait until your next road trip."