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 Nymphette Neighbor, Pt.  1
Tags: M, g, ped, voyeur, exploration, petting, no-sex
I had just moved into a small neighborhood in a small town--after living
most of my life in a BIG American city--and was already enjoying the peace

and quiet of the community.

   After spending a few years a small college, and earning a degree in
business, and investing in the right start-up Web company at the RIGHT
time, I was already settling into an easy life, and loved being well-off
financially enough to not need any real job, I was fine living in my small
1-bedroom, 1 bath house on the corner of 78th Avenue and Douglas Street.

   My nearest neighbors, Jeremy and Carla Owens had been the first people
I'd met, the day I moved in months earlier--and I immediately could see
what Jeremy saw in Carla: Nice perky C-cup tits, and a fine ass.  As if a
fine woman wasn't bad enough--the couple had a little daughter, cute little
Keely, a beautiful little blonde who looked just like a mini version of her
mother--who's 8th Birthday was the coming Saturday.

   Being early April, the weather was just about warm enough to start the
Spring rituals most Middle-American Neighborhoods underwent.  Weekend
Barbecues, the sounds and smells of cutting grass, and a few small garage
and yard sales up and down the block.

   Oh, and several of the neighborhood kids and teenagers using the local
Public Pool for some quick dips on the sunnier days.

   I'll admit it right now, I'm a bit of a perv...well, not the
sick-violent type, that wants to inflict any physical or other kind of
damage--but I liked, no I LOVED staring at the underage girls in anything
they wore.  My house had the added benefit of being the a School Bus
stop--so everyday around 7:30 am, and then 3:00 in the afternoon, I'd have
several kids, getting off in front of my house.  My eyes, of course, were
on the little girl asses--one of which was my favorite by far: Keely Owens.



   She knew me fairly well, as I'd gotten to know her parents fairly well,
and had the 3 of them over for a few movie nights--(loved showing off my
54-inch flatscreen, blueray player, etc)--which always got a BIG cheer from
Keely when the movie showing was one of her faves--usually something
DISNEY.

   I'd always say try to chat with her from my porch as she got off the bus
in the afternoon, and a few times she'd be nice enough to accidently drop
something as she stepped down, and give me a nice view of her perfect
little ass.  I was even lucky enough to have her wear little skirts or
dresses...or those skin-tight leggings more and more girls seemed to wear.



   Like I said, everything was perfect in our little corner of the
world--and things were going to get better.

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   It was a Thursday--2 days till Keely's 8th Birthday--and I was doing a
few things on my computer, financial/business things.  Calling my broker,
and even chatting with an ex-girlfriend, who'd I still had a soft spot in
my heart for.  We hadn't broken up--but when I decided to move, she decided
to stay.

   Anyways....where was I?  Oh...like I said, as I was busy in my little
office nook, my front door knocked.  Seeing who it was, I opened the door
and saw Carla, Keely's mom.

   "Hey..." she began, looking a little nervous, and a little exhausted as
well.

   "What's up?  You okay?" I asked her, as I invited her in.  "Want a
drink?"

   She shook her head.  "...can you watch Keely tonight?" she suddenly, and
surprisingly asked back.

   "Well...I..." I began.

   "Jeremy and I need to head out of town till tomorrow---I know it's kinda
last minute--and I hate to be a burden...but our normal babysitter is
sick..." Carla started to explain, almost frantic a bit.

   I placed a hand on her shoulder, "It's no problem at all Carla..." I
reassured her.

   She sighed loudly, and I could see she was at ease.  "Thank you
Steve..." she said, as she hugged me, pressing her nice soft breasts into
my chest...and giving me a nice whiff of her perfume.

   "What time?" I asked her.

   Carla handed me a written note, "...give this to Keely, her bus..."

   "I know, 3 PM...I take it she's staying here?" I asked, now realizing
the sudden advantage I was going to have, at least for ONE night.  One
night of just ME and the little girl of my pedo-fantasies.

   Nodding again, Carla reached into her pocket to pull out a pair of
$20's. "Here's some money for dinner...and..." she led off.  "When she gets
home, just head over to our place, and let her pick out some stuff to
wear..." I smiled, and took the money, not really needing it, which Carla
knew, but she was nice enough to never try to burden someone else.  "Thanks
again." she smiled, as she lightly kissed me on the cheek.

   By the time 3 PM rolled around, Jeremy and Carla, packed up and headed
out--and as I sat in my front room watching TV, I heard the school bus
stop, and opened my door to see the usual kids getting off.  Then I saw
Keely, and waved her over.

   "Hello!" she smiled as I knelt down, and got a lovely little hug.

   "How was your day?" I asked her.

   "Good...what's up?" she asked me.

   I handed her the note, which she read, and I saw her eyes briefly
tear-up, but then she turned back to a wide smile.  "I getta stay here?"
she asked.

   "Mm-hmm..." I smiled back, knowing she loved my TV, and knowing she
didn't know I had just got a new Nintendo Wii U.  "I got a new game too..."
I blabbed, knowing it was a good-enough reason to get her enjoyment.

   "You did!?  Cool!" she cheered as she didn't even wait, and rushed in my
house.

   I knew the neighbors well enough, and NO one knew any of my secret
desires, so I was in the safety zone with Keely in my house.

   Popping in a dancing game, which I had remembered Carla mentioning Keely
playing at one of her little friends' houses, I sat on the couch and let
the little near-8 year old girl wear herself out dancing and jumping to
some current Pop song.  She looked back at me, and ran over to me on the
couch, I could tell she was sweating a little, and without a whole lot of
modesty, she asked me a very abrupt question: "Can I take a bath?  I'm all
sweaty..."

   My crotch instantly swelled as I pictured the little naked body of
Keely, bathing in MY bathroom, and had to shift enough to not let my
erection catch her eye.  "Well, lets head over to your place, so you can
get some clothes for the next day..." I began.

   "Then can I take a bath?" she asked me again, not even realizing the
torment she was putting me through.



   Heading over, across the yard to the Owens' house, Keely, who knew where
the spare key was, unlocked the door, and we walked inside their nice home.
"Wanna see my room?" she asked me, as she headed upstairs, and I followed
her cute little ass all the way.  Damn I love tight denim jeans!

   Entering her room, which was decorated how you'd expect a cute little 7+
year old's room to be, she hopped on her bed, and reached behind it, giving
me an extended minute of time to stare at her ass again.  I heard her
struggling to reach something that was obviously on the floor, but out of
her reach.

   "What is it?" I asked her.

   "Something I wanna show you..." she led off as she looked back at me,
still showing her ass off.  "Can you get it for me...?" she asked.

   I knelt at the head of her bed, and looked on the floor to see what she
was trying to reach.  "The box?" I asked.  She nodded.  I reached it
easily, and handed it to her.  Still kneeling, I looked at her as she
opened the box, and pulled out something that blew my mind.

   "See...?" She said, as she held what she had kept in the small box.  It
was a small vibrator, a "Pocket Rocket"--and probably belonging to her
Mother.

   "Keely...where'd you get that?" I asked, trying to seem a stern-yet-kind
adult, but wondering if one as young as her knew what the object was, OR if
she even knew how to use it.

   "I found it at my friend, Lanie's house..." she told me, telling me a
secret she probably hadn't told anyone else.

   "You did, huh?  Who's is it?" I asked again.

   "Lanie said it was her older sister's....Sandy's..." Keely told me.

   I immediately pictured Sandy, who I'd seen several times, a hot Junior
in High School, who from what Jeremy had told me, was a bit of a slut, and
had slept with a few people at school.  My cock began to throb again, and
that was when Keely had to ask me something.

   "What's that?" she asked, I looked down, to see her pointing at my
crotch.  I remained silent, not sure what to say, but knew this was one
step closer to my fantasy coming true.  I knelt back down, facing her as
she sat on her bed.  "Lanie said that her sister said that...that's your
thingy..." Keely told me.

   I wasn't sure where to go from this, not exactly prepared for the abrupt
question and self-answer Keely was giving me.  So I merely nodded.

   "What's it look like...?" Keely asked me, defining her obvious
curiousity and inquisitiveness one would expect a little 7 year old.  She
looked up at me with her doe eyes, and my heart began to melt.

   I exhaled, and nodded.  "Are you sure?  If I show you, you have to
promise you won't tell anyone.  Your parents can't find out...got it?" I
asked back.

   She nodded, smiling.  Then, looking in the direction of my hands, as I
un-did my pants, and pulled my zipper slowly, I could tell her eagerness
was running over any doubt or caution of what she was asking, and what I
was building up to.  "WOW....!" she exclaimed, as my boxers couldn't hold
in my erection any longer.

   My cock, not overly huge, but enough to make my last couple of
girlfriends happy, was more than a shock, upfront and close, to a girl like
Keely, who's eyes bulged.  "See, this is what men have.  Like what your
daddy has..." I began to explain, then nearly jumped as her curiousity took
over once again, and she reached for it with her left hand.  "Mmph...!"

   "D...did I hurt you??" she asked, with a bit of worry in her eyes.

   I shook my head.  "No, it's alright...that just felt good..." I replied,
hoping she'd catch on, and continue touching my cock.

   "IT did??" she asked again.  Nodding, she got the drift, and latched
onto my cock once more, taking it one step closer, and rubbed all over it
with both hands.  She paused for a bit, and looked at my balls, dangling
down a bit.  "What are these...?"

   "My nuts..." I answered, a bit abruptly, as she'd stopped rubbing me for
a second.

   "Ew...I don't like nuts..." She spat her tongue out.

   "Not like the kind you eat...they're MY nuts...where I..." I stopped
short, wondering if I should explain to her more of one's sexual anatomy,
"...where I keep what I use to make babies, if I ever find a woman I
love..."

   "Really?  How does a baby get made?" she asked again.

   I sighed, getting quickly bored with trying to explain everything she
asked me.  "How about we play a game instead, and I'll tell you MORE
tonight after dinner..." I changed the subject.

   "Like what??" She asked, still looking at my cock.

   I picked the dildo off the bed, and handed it to her.  "Did Sandy or
Lanie explain what this is for?" I asked back.

   Keely shook her head.  "Nuh-uh..."

   "Well, girls will rub this on their bodies...their..." I led off,
pointing the tip of the dildo at, but not touching, her little crotch,
which was still fully covered by her jeans and panties below.  I instantly
wondered what pair of panties she had on.  My faves were the cute little
Blue striped ones, which I'd seen several times when she'd bend over and
her little skirt would pop up in the back.

   "My flower...?" she asked me, using one of my favorite, not-to-mention
CUTEST words for a little girl to describe her little pussy, which I had
plans on hopefully seeing before Keely's parents would return. 
"What...what do they do??" asking again, looking with enough curiousity to
kill a whole litter of cats.

   I paused, wondering HOW far I was going to go on this, my first
encounter with Keely, the innocent little girl who'd come to trust me, and
go as far as to call me "Uncle" on a few occasions.  "Well, first, a girl
will take off her..." pausing again, as her eyes widened.

   "You mean...MY clothes?!" she asked, loudly, and I was glad no one else
was within an earshot.

   Nodding, I looked at her expression, then I could tell she was thinking
about the comprehension of such a thing--and glanced over at the dildo,
which I still held in my hand.  "You understand?" I asked back.

   Not saying any words, and showing me her curiosity was driving her mind,
she stood up, on the floor, and slipped off her sandals, then I could tell
she was hesitant a little, but continued, and began to strip off her little
jeans--she looked at me, as I stared wide-eyed.  "What?" she asked,
obviously not knowing I had been fantasizing about her stripping in front
of me for an eternity.

   I shook my head, and smiled.  "You're sure you want to do this?" I asked
back, not even caring about the possible damage I could do by having any
serious physical or sexual content with a girl so young.

   She didn't even answer, as I watched her pants drop around her ankles,
and her nice little SEXY panties, light pink with a heart design checkered
across, were now in my direct view.  She looked back at me, and looked down
to see my cock was even harder, and dripping a good amount of precum. 
"Whoa...it's all slimy now..." she blurted.

   Looking down at myself, I knew I needed to cum, and cum badly.  "You
wanna keep playing?" I asked her.

   "Yep...what do I do now?" she asked again.

   "Sit back down, and I'll show you." I told her.  Doing so, and at
crotch-to-eye level, Keely sat back on her bed, and I couldn't help but
inhale the sweet fragrance of her little pussy---some piss smell, but a bit
of the soap she must use in the bath--nice and flowery for her little
"flower".  I handed took the dildo, and without hesitation of my own, I
rubbed the tip across her inner thigh, getting a small gasp from her.

   "That felt funny..." she giggled.

   "It did, did it?" I asked her, smiling myself, as I held back from
either stroking myself and spraying my load all over her, OR going as far
as to just rape her then and there--but instead, I rubber the dildo a bit
more inside her thigh, and watched her face, as she bit her lip, rather
from being nervous, or possible enjoying the "dildo tickling" she was
getting.  "How's that?" I asked.

   "Mmm....it feels nice..." she started, "...but don't girls usually have
their boobies naked, too?" she asked.

   I stopped what I was doing, and my cock leaked a bit more. 
"I...uh...well, yeah, when girls are doing things with themselves, or with
someone they love, they're usually naked..." I explained, hoping my bated
hook would catch something.

   "Love...?" she asked.

   "Yep, when boys and girls make love---like how your mommy and daddy made
you." I replied.

   "Well, I love you...I suppose..." she told me, slowly slipping through
the cracks, and coming closer to my obvious seduction.

   "You do?" I asked.

   "You're kinda like my uncle...you're really nice, and I like spending
time with you..." she added.

   "I do to, you're a cute little girl, and I love it when we can hang
out..." I added.

   "Do you love me?" she asked back, with her puppy-dog eyes, which added
some innocent cuteness to what was an otherwise REALLY arousing situation,
and her little nymphette-slutty-looking position.

   I nodded.  "I do, and I promise NOT to hurt you, EVER...got it?" I
asked.

   She reached up and hugged me, and then gave me a small kiss on the lips,
surprising me, and she added another cute giggle.  "I love you...so...can I
get naked then?" she asked.

   "If you want, but just remember--NO one can know..." I told her.

   She nodded, then she slipped off her t-shirt, showing me the little flat
chest, and pointy little girly nipples, which made my mouth, and cock,
water again.  She looked down at the lone bit of clothing she had left on,
her panties, and didn't even shrug as she pulled them off.

   I had to stand back a bit, seeing her entire naked body now in front of
me.  "You're beautiful..." I admitted, which got Keely to tear-up a bit.

   "Really?" she asked.

   "Absolutely..." I nodded.

   She looked at me, then my cock.  "Can...can the game be with your
thingy?" she asked.

   "Well, we have to be careful, okay...?" I asked her back.

   "Okay..." she nodded, "...can you use it to rub on me...?" asking me
again.

   "I suppose so..." I smiled, not wanting her to know how badly I wanted
to fuck her tight, tiny cunt.  I reached towards her legs, and pulled them
a bit apart, then took my cock in my hand, and slowly rubbed my head up and
down her leg, right one first.  I knew I was going to cum any minute, but
held back, as I knew she was liking the slimy precum as it smeared over her
leg.

   "It feels funny..." she giggled again.  "How...how did my mommy and
daddy make me again?" she asked.

   I had to stop right then and there, "Well...that's something
you...well...your daddy put HIS thingy..." holding my cock firmly, "...in
your mommy's flower..." pointing towards her little hairless slit.

   "Really?" she asked me.  " Can...maybe..." she began, but froze as I
touched the tip of my cock just barely to the opening of her little pussy,
and she gasped, then cringed.  "OWWW!!" she exclaimed.

   "You okay?!" I asked, knowing that little bit of pain would turn her
away from me getting to pop her cherry for the time, and held I began to
lightly rub her little slit, trying to soothe the pain.

   Her eyes, tearing up again, looked at me, "That hurt..." she looked, a
bit mad at me, through tears.

   "Sorry Keely...but that's what's gonna happen when a boy puts his thingy
inside a girl..." I explained to her honestly.

   "I don't think I wanna do anything there..." she admitted.

   "Well, it doesn't have to hurt all the time, and once it's inside, it
feels really good..." I explained to her, knowing more than she did about
just about everything sex-related.

   "It does?" she asked.

   "Yep, and soon, after you start...you'll want to do it more and more..."
I told her.

   "Can we do it?" she asked me.

   "Maybe later..." I lead off, as I noticed the time was nearly 5 pm,
"...tell you what, maybe we should take a shower together..." I told her.

   "Really!?  That'll be fun!!" she exclaimed, cheering, as she hopped off
her bed, and heading out to the bathroom.

   Perfect....Step 1 Complete...!
   End of Part 1