The Adoption of Nancy Page 2

by Leslie Schmidt

When I came into the room, Nan was standing at the foot of the bed, bent over, pulling her shorts free of her feet. She rose back up half way and, now smiling, pushed her panties down to her feet. She leaned back and sat on the foot of the bed, then worked her feet free. Still smiling, she leaned back on her arms and sat with her legs comfortably spread, showing me her hairless crack.

As she watched, I undid my belt, then my pants, and released my jeans. I had to bend over to pull my socks off, then I was able to work my pants and shorts off by stepping on the cuffs. My cock sprang free, standing out at a better than 90ø angle. I'm perfectly willing to admit that I'm not huge, about seven inches and the thickness of a broom handle, but, I realized that considering who my lover was, this time it was good that I'm not too well hung.

Nan's eyes flared when she saw my cock. Later I would learn that this was the first time she had ever asked to be fucked-every other time it had been tantamount to rape. She giggled and worked her way back on the unmade bed. As I walked around the side of the bed, she lifted her ass up and worked the light blanket and top sheet under her, then pushed her legs under the covers. I slid in next to her, the covers only up to our thighs.

As I gathered her against me, I was shocked by how small she was, incredibly light, her thin bones and soft skin left no doubt that she was still a child. She was remarkably supple and smooth, as I pulled her she bent like a cat and slid up against me, warm from my chest to my calves. My cock pushed hard up against her hip and thigh, there her skin was as hot as it was smooth, but with firm muscles underneath.

She looked up at me, she was laying on her back, I was on my side, lifted up on one elbow. "You'll go slow,...Brian,...he always hurts me."

I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "I won't do anything you don't want," I said. Then I kissed her on the lips and she opened her mouth to mine. At the same time I ran my hand over her hip and to the rise of her sex. When I pushed my finger along her slit I felt her stiffen for a moment, then relax. As she brought one hand up onto the back of my neck she pushed her knees apart some, allowing my finger to move slightly into the warm and moist crevice.

The movement of her thigh against my cock almost made me cum right there, I my dick twitched as I desperately fought the urge to hump against her side and spew my jez on her hip. I pulled back, lifting my face away from her and clenched my jaw. Her eyes widened in alarm.

"Did I do something...?" she stammered.

"No..no...honey,..." I had to catch my breath, "I have to slow down,...I,...ohhh,...you're just such a turn on..."

At this she started to giggle.

That broke the moment and I started to laugh too. I lifted up and surveyed her. Her skin was a milky white except for her arms, neck and face. Her legs were covered by the sheet so I couldn't see them but I had noticed that she didn't seem to have much of a tan.

She really was skinny, her rib cage was clearly visible, the waves only being muted on her chest where pale pink areolas, about nickel sized. Her lower ribs seemed to stick out, the white skin sweeping down along her thin stomach and small navel. Her hips also protruded, her belly was flat just above the large rise of her sex. There was no sign of developing hair. The shape of the muscles of her thighs were clear under taunt skin.

I reached up and started rubbing one of her nipples with the pad of my fingers. Nan put her far arm over her head while she ran her other hand along my spine. She looked down. "Nothing there," she said.

"That's fine with me," I said.

"You're on my arm."

"Oh!" I said as I lifted up. She worked her left arm out from under me, then put it over her head too, stretching like a cat next to me. As I gently moved her nipple in a circle it contracted and rose. Nan slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Do you like this?" I asked.

Nan exhaled, "It's nice."

Now I leaned down and kissed the rise, then through pursed lips I ran the tip of my tongue from side to side. Again she took a deep breath and I felt her hand on the back of my head. I moved my hand down her side and again caressed her slit, this time she lifted her right knee and spread her legs for my probing hand.

Her pussy crack was warm and moist, but not slick. I was sure that, if I pushed too hard, I'd hurt her so I just started moving her clit ridge around, not attempting to slide my finger. I was using my middle finger so I put my entire hand over her sex and started a slow massage.

"Ohhhhh...." she breathed. She lifted her ass slightly and turned her hips out. In the process she rubbed her thigh against my rock hard member (I really can't remember any time that I've had more of an aching hard-on) and again I had to really concentrate not to blow.

My massaging was beginning to have the desired affect and Nancy started to hump against my hand while making small grunting noises. I moved over to the other nipple and she wrapped her arms around my head, lifting her knees off the bed and I felt her shiver. At the same moment her crack became much moister, moving from sticky to slick. I reached down between her legs and was rewarded when my finger penetrated up inside her.

Nancy gasped and held still, a look of alarm on her face.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked.

"Oh God, no," she moaned. She reached down and put her hand over mine, then gently pushed it so my finger went a little deeper inside her. "Ahhhh,...." She breathed, then started moving my hand up and down.

She reached farther down and pressed on my middle finger, pushing it more inside herself and I complied, pushing into her ten year old cunt until the whole length was inside her. She held it there and then started to hump against my hand. Her movements quickly grew more energetic as her breathing deepened. After about half a minute she gasped and shuddered again, jamming my hand against her sex. Then she relaxed, releasing the pressure on my hand.

I pulled my finger out of her but, again, started massaging her cunt. With her eyes closed she again stretched and smiled. She looked at me. "Put it in me but, please, go slow."

For a moment I considered climbing on top of her but somehow it seemed that that would be too awkward. I rolled on my back and pulled her with me. "Here, you on top, then you can control..."

With a smile she scrambled across my hips and reached down, taking hold of my dick. I reached around her ass and pulled her smooth, hairless pussy open as she positioned the head and gently leaned back. Her eyes came open wide and a ragged breath hissed out of her throat as she sank back, taking my cock inside her.

"Ohhhhh....god.....that's.....nice," she whispered as she sank down, pushing my cock deep into her vagina. She lifted her head up and started rocking back and forth, running my member in and out of her little girl pussy. Although she was no virgin, her pussy was still the tightest I've ever experienced-also not very deep, only about half of my cock would slide into her before I hit the top.

Her rocking became more determined and she started to breath with her movements. I was really lost with the feelings-she was so light on top of me, her thighs splayed out across my hips, her hands on my shoulders as she held herself up, carefully moving my cock back and forth inside herself.

I reached up and put my hands on her ribs, then rubbed her erect-cone nipples with my thumbs. She started moving more rapidly and pushed harder as she learned what she could do and not hurt herself.

Meanwhile, I was quickly climbing to an awesome climax. I pushed her up and looked along my belly at my cock, pushing inside her clean pussy. I lifted her farther and caught a glimpse of her clit ridge between her lips-and this put me over the edge.

I humped up inside her to meet her backwards thrust and started to blow my slime inside her ten-year-old cunt. The sudden addition made her even more slippery and she groaned and started moving faster. I think the feeling of me flooding her womb with my sperm got her off and, after just a few seconds more, she grunted and pushed down on me, then froze for an instant, then lifted and fell twice more before freezing again.

It felt like I pumped a quart of cum into her little clam before she relaxed, her hands still on my shoulders. There was a drop of sweat making its way down her neck and my hands were damp where they had been in her arm pits.

Nan lay down on top of me, still panting. She was so light! It was just incredible to hold her small frame on top of me. My cock was still deep inside her and I could feel my pulse.

After a few minutes her breathing slowed and my dick began to shrink. When it slipped out of her she said, "Mmmmmm....that was wonderful." She lifted up and climbed off of me but then fell, spread-eagle on the bed. Her eyes were bright looking at me. "You're so nice...I want to stay here always."

"I hope your mother will let you," I said. "But, if she knew..."

Her face lost some of its shine. "All she cares about is staying high."

"I'm sorry I said anything," I said. "Just forget it, you can stay here as long as you can."

She turned her head away but stayed laying there on her stomach.

"I want a beer," I said, rolling off the bed. "Do you want anything?"

I was headed for the door and turned to look at her. She had turned her head again and was lifted up slightly, looking over her shoulder. But her hips were still flat on the sheets, her legs spread, and I could clearly see her little girl hairless clam, wet with my sperm. "I'll take one," she said.

I walked to the kitchen and opened two bottles, when I got back to the bedroom she was sitting up. "God, you're the most sexy thing I've ever seen."

I sat down next to her and handed her a bottle. "Thank you," she said as we clinked our bottles together.

We were silent now for a while, the air conditioner cycled off and we could hear frogs outside. In the distance a truck went by on the road.

"Can I really stay here?" Nancy asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes."

We were silent for a few more minutes.

"I have to go back to school in August," she said.

"The bus stops the same place," I said. That's when it hit me and a wave of guilt flooded over me-I had just fucked a fifth grader, not even in fifth grade yet. But, I couldn't say anything, not now. Nan needed so much to feel wanted-I was so screwed.

But, our thoughts were on completely different subjects. Nan reached out and took my cock in her hand. She started stroking it. "What's it feel like?"

Despite my recent train of thought, I started to get hard in her hand. "It feels pretty damn good."

As she stroked me I went from firm into hard. "How does it do that?"

"Ahh...I don't know...fills with blood somehow..."

With a giggle she rolled onto her knees and handed me her beer. Now, with both hands, she stroked my dick. I leaned my head back, holding a beer in each hand. "That's really good," I mumbled. Now she leaned down and took me in her mouth. "Oh God..."

Her eyes just sparkled as she sucked me, she looked straight at me several times and held me there, deep in her face. Soon I was building toward another eruption. "Honey," I tried to lift her head off, "I'm going to cum."

She just smiled around my dick and plunged it deep. I started to cum.

A stream of white goo ran out of her mouth and down my rod, then another on the other side. "Mmmff...mmmff," she said and I felt her swallow.

It's wasn't much, after all I had just filled her womb with my juice a few minutes earlier. He lifted off, cum smeared on her lips and chin. "Honey, you didn't have to...."

"I don't mind for you," she said, then bent back down and sucked the last bit of cum out of me, then crawled up and kissed me. Her breath smelled of cum and her face was wet, she tasted like it, but I didn't mind. We necked deeply and she lay back down on top of me. Then she lifted off and took her beer, swallowing a big swig.

"Let's finish our beers, then make a run to DQ."

"Won't they be closed?"

"Then we can go to Sonic." I said, looking at my watch.

Turned out, Diary Queen was still open, then we went back to my place. We fucked again, this time with Nancy laying on her back on the edge of the bed, me on my knees on the floor, watching my cock slide in and out of her pink pussy lips. Nan, for a time, held her knees up and tried to look down at me but, as she came, she lay back on the bed and put her feet on the floor, pushing her hips up to meet me, opening herself as far as she could to my dick. After she had cum I dribbled the last of my sperm inside her, then we cuddled up for the night and didn't wake until the sun was well up.

We worked that day and finished up the metal part of the heron. Then we had to drive into the city, about twenty miles, to get some of the glaze paint that I use. We had dinner at a fish place, then returned. That night we made love again, but this time I did do something that Nan had only seen pictures of.

She was naked, laying next to me, as I finger-fucked her, bringing her almost to climax while, again, sucking on her nipples. But this time, I didn't bring her off. She was flat on her back, legs and arms splayed out, sweat shining on her flushed skin and, I suppose, she was expecting me to start to fuck her as I climbed over her on my hands and knees. But, instead, I moved my kisses down from her chest to her ribs and then to her stomach. It wasn't until I kissed her left hip bone, then kissed her just above her mons that she realized what I was going to do.

"Oh! You're going to....ooooooo....." as I ran my tongue along her open, hairless pussy slit. She started to uncontrollably hump her cunt up into my face as I tongue-lashed her clit, then tongue fucked her. She positively yelled when she came, jerking under me, shoving her sex up into my face.

"Oh, fuck, that, oh..." she panted after she had calmed down.

A crawled forward and my cock slid easily inside her.

We fucked for at least 15 minutes, switching positions several times-missionary, her on top, sitting up, doggy-style, on our knees, me behind, then on our backs, her squatting on me where I watched her ass hole puckering as my cock slammed in her cunt. Then we ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with her facing away from me. I looked to the side and saw us in the mirrored closet door. I sort of picked her up, impaled on me, and turned us, sitting back down facing the mirror. Now we could both see us fucking, my cock in her spread, hairless pussy, her cone nipples sticking out for me to rub and gently pinch. She probably came eight times before I let loose with a torrent of goo, pumping her so full that she overflowed with sheets of cum running down my cock and over my balls.

For the next couple of weeks life went on like this. A couple of times I sort of said that it really wasn't right for a 26 year old guy to have a 10 year old lover but the subject always upset Nan. She had been rejected so much all her life, she simply couldn't face any from me. And sex was both something that proved to her that I wanted her and part of her way of holding on to me- of course, I really didn't mind that much either. We worked most days, then fucked every night. Once we drove down to the beach, hanging out next to a fire until well after midnight. Then she fucked me in the bed of my pickup, I looked up at the few stars that could be seen through the haze as she rocked back and forth on top of me, sucking my sperm out of my balls into her preteen womb.

Then one morning all hell broke loose. Bridges were burnt and neither of our lives would ever be the same.

It was about seven o'clock in the morning. The sun was up and I had floated in and out of sleep a couple of times. Nan was cuddled up to my side, her head on my shoulder, drooling on me. I was thinking about sliding out of bed to take a leak.

I was torn to wide awake by yelling outside the trailer. Men were yelling and I heard someone run by, then the sound of him going over the fence. More yelling and a couple of bangs as doors in the trailer park were smashed. Nan stiffened, coming awake. We both jumped with the POP-POP-POP of guns.

Someone yelled, "Get down, get down on the fucking ground!" There was a crash, then silence.

"Stay here," I said to Nan, then I crept out of bed and lifted the curtain. The trailer park next door was full of police cars. Another came screaming in and skidded to a stop in a cloud of dust. Two more cops jumped out, their guns drawn, and ran behind a trailer. Then I could hear a siren coming down the road.

I crept to the front room and looked out. There were a group of police gathered around a figure laying on the ground, Nan's Mom was also laying on the ground, on her stomach, handcuffed. Two police were standing over her, guns pointed at her. I heard Nan come up beside me.

"Oh my God!" she gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "Mom!"

She went toward the door but I grabbed her arm. "Stay here, we can't go out."

At first she twisted, trying to get her arm free but then stopped.

"Let me sit down." She collapsed on the sofa, too in shock to cry.

"It's best if we just stay here, let the cops come to us."

Nan nodded.

An ambulance pulled up the drive and stopped, the paramedics jumped out and talked to one of the cops. He pointed at the figure on the ground (now I could see that it was a cop), then at the trailer. One of the paramedics ran back to the ambulance and came back with two cases as the other pushed through the circle of police and knelt next to the officer. The first paramedic put a case next to his partner, then ran to the trailer with the other.

"We'd better get dressed," I said.

Five minutes later there was a knock on the door-a cop.

"Sir, we have to ask you to stay inside."

"Ah, sure, officer, what's going on? I heard the shooting."

"We busted a drug lab. One of our officers was hit. So was one of the people in the lab."

"Oh, I hope they're OK."

"The guy in the trailer'll be. The officer's in pretty bad shape."

Nan walked up behind me.

"This your daughter, sir?"

"Ahhh, yes," (I don't know why I lied). Nan looked at me with shock.

"You need to stay in, miss," he said to her.

"Yes sir," she said.

The cop turned to go. "We'll come by when it's clear. If you need to leave call 911 and tell them where you are. They'll call us and we'll arrange it."

"Thank you, officer," I said and closed the door.

Nan looked at me. "Why'd you tell him I was your daughter?"

"It just seemed...well...there wouldn't be any questions." Looking over her shoulder and out the window I saw them putting Nan's mom in a car. "Any way, once things have calmed down, I'll go to the sheriff's department and find out what's going on."

"What's going to happen now?" Tears were starting in Nan's eyes.

"I don't know, hun." I hugged her.

It was just after noon when another cop came by and said it was clear for us to leave. He said not to cross the 'Crime Scene' tape, then left, going to other homes in the area.

"I need to go into town but, I think it'd be best if you stayed here," I said.

"Why? I want to see my mom."

"I doubt they'll let her see anyone. But, if you go into the police they'll call CPS and put you in a foster home. I want to try to arrange for you to stay with me, if I can. I need to be careful what's said to the police."

"Can't we just stay here, not say anything?"

"You're mom's going to say something. I want to offer for you to stay here, she may not think of that."

"Oh." Nan looked scared. "I don't want to be alone."

I was silent for a few minutes, trying to think of what to do. "Well, maybe it'd be best if you did come with me. That way the cops won't think I'm kidnapping you or anything. But you've got to only answer questions, and then don't say much, just that you want to stay here."

On the drive to the county seat we got our stories straight-not that they were lies. Nan had been staying with me for a couple of weeks, ever since there had been a fire in her trailer. Her mom had moved in with her boyfriend and they didn't have room for three. She was staying just as long as it took to get a new trailer. I'd tell the cops outright that she was welcome to stay with me, in fact, that I thought it'd be best. Hopefully her mom would agree. Anyway, it'd only be a couple of days before some judge would set bail, if there were any real charges against her at all-she might even be home that evening.

When we walked into the County Sheriff's office I immediately knew that there was something very wrong-it was just the atmosphere of the place-there was only one deputy in front, in spite of a parking lot full of cruisers. And it was quiet, I had been there a couple of times before on business, once to make a report after my garage had been burglarized and another time to bail out a friend who had had too much to drink before getting on his motorcycle. Unlike the other times, the television was off and there was a silent crowd filling the plastic chairs in the room. My anxiety doubled when I saw the black ribbon around the deputy's star.

I told Nancy to find a seat and went up to the counter. "Earlier today, there was a raid down near the bay and a woman was arrested, April Born, is she still in custody?"

The Deputy looked up at me, his expression was fierce, I almost took a step back. "Yeah, she's here."

"Well...ah...I have her daughter," I waved toward where Nan was sitting.

I could see a lot of conflict in his expression, it was obviously an effort for him to get his emotions under control. He leaned forward, then gestured with his finger to come closer.

"Sir, I guess you don't know. She's here and she's going to be charged with murder of a police officer. I doubt she's going to be out soon, if at all."

My head swam and vision darkened with shock. "Holy shit. Did she shoot that cop?"

"Yeah, she shot him. He had a wife and a little boy, maybe a classmate," he looked at Nan. "That young lady," he nodded, "has some real problems."

"Fuck...what happens now?"

He straightened back up. "Well, we'll call CPS. They'll find somewhere for her to stay."

I decided to keep my mouth shut for now. "I guess you'd better call. How long will it take for them to get here?"

"The office's just across the street. If there's a caseworker there, not long." He picked up the phone, then consulted a paper laminated to the counter.

"I'm going to sit down," I said.

I crossed to Nan and she made room for me on the bench. "What's up?"

"You're mom's here, they're calling about you now. I don't think they knew about you."

"When can I see my mom?"

"I don't know," I replied.

The deputy was talking into the phone and looking at us. He hung up, then said, "Ms. Hollands will be over shortly. You need to stay here, sir, and the girl."

"Sure," I said.

"Who's that?" Nan asked. "What's going on?"

"They had to call someone from CPS."

"Oh," Nan's face went white.

It was only about five minutes before a well dressed black woman, maybe 45 came in and crossed to the deputy. He was on the phone and she waited but he pointed at us and handed her a sheet of paper. She walked over and I stood up.

"I'm Loretta Hollands with Family Regulatory and Protective Services."

"I'm Anthony Johnson," I said, holding out my hand, "and this is Nan."

"Hi Nancy," she said. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yeah...sure..." Nancy said with a lot of sarcasm.

"You've met?" I asked.

"Nancy and I have spoken a couple of times," Loretta said. "But not for a while."

This was not where I wanted the conversation to go. I knew I needed to get back on track. "Can we go somewhere private?" I asked.

"Are you her father?" Loretta asked.

"No, I'm just a neighbor, but, well, Nan has been staying with me."

The counselor looked at me with some surprise, then at Nan.

"He's a neighbor," Nancy said.

Loretta looked at me, I could see that she was making a decision. It passed through my mind that it was good I had shaved that morning and was wearing decent clothes.

"Ok." She turned to the desk across the room. "Paul, is there a room we can use."

He looked up, then turned and looked to the side. "I guess their all open," he said.

"Please let us in," Loretta said.

We were buzzed into the corridor that led deeper into the station, then went into a small interrogation room, table, four chairs, blank walls, a video camera high in one corner.

We were in there for about 20 minutes, there was a lot of chit-chat as Loretta tried to size me up and figure out exactly what the situation was-why a ten year old was living with a neighbor rather than with her family. She asked me for ID, about my trailer, whether I had a gun (yes, two, with trigger locks and the ammo in the garage), how old was my truck, did I have a dog.... She had seen a couple of my works around the area, one was in front of a local library, and she became a lot warmer after that.

--Where was Nan's father?-She'd never met him, thought he lived somewhere in Florida.

--Why was she with me?-Watching her after the fire.

--Did she have any family in the area?-No.

Then Loretta asked me to wait in the hallway, she wanted to talk to Nan alone. I was real nervous standing outside the closed door. I could only hear murmurings through the door. I only waited about five minutes before Loretta came out. She closed the door behind her.

"I'm going to see Nancy's mother. If she agrees we'll place her with you until the juvenile judge can decide." She paused. "She doesn't know, does she?"

"No."

"When I come back, we'll have to tell her." She looked at the closed door. "Her mom will probably never get out. She could get the death penalty."

"I know," I said. "This is really bad."

Loretta looked me straight in the face. "This isn't the first time I've seen Nancy. She's not had a happy life. Two years ago her teacher contacted us about her but we couldn't prove neglect."

"Now, I learn this, I feel like I've failed that child. I didn't know that Nan's mom was involved with the meth lab, otherwise the raid would have happened a long time ago. Brian Renald's been supplying the area with crystal meth for three years. He's probably responsible for half a dozen overdoses and two murders. If I'd known Nancy was living there...." For a moment a look of sadness, maybe even dispair, crossed her face.

"I'll tell you this much, she insists that she wants to be with you. My guess is that you're the first one to treat her like she's not a problem. I watched you two in there."

I looked at the door. "She wasn't happy at home. She's really opened up in the past couple of weeks. She always seemed so...depressed. Now, well, she's happier-at least until today. She's been hanging around the shop for as long as I've lived there. There really wasn't anything I could do other than give her a safe place. It's like, Christ, where else could a kid go?"

"You wait in there with her. I have to go see her mother and get her consent. Then we'll tell Nancy."

It took about half an hour before she came back. We didn't talk much, Nancy just stared at the table.

The door opened, startling us both, and Loretta cam in. She had a file with her.

"Nancy, your mother says you can stay with Mr. Johnson," she paused, looking sad, "but first, we have to tell you something..."

For the next two days, the only time Nancy wasn't crying was when she slept, and there was precious little of that. All I could do was hold her as she sobbed. Loretta tried to be gentle, but she didn't lie...Nan's mom would probably never come home again.

On the third day Loretta called, then arrived 45 minutes later with court papers for me to sign. In two weeks I'd have to appear in court, with Nancy. Loretta also told me, when we were outside, that Brian's bail had been set at $1 million, the judge had denied April bail.

I had to get back to work and I think the diversion helped Nancy as we finished up the heron, then started some fish.

Epilogue

Two weeks later, I was granted temporary custody of Nancy pending the outcome of the trial. She started fifth grade at the end of August and, a week later, when I met with her teacher, she commented that Nan was nothing like she had expected in her classroom. It seemed that, over the summer, the child had made a 180 and was now a pleasure to have in class.

In December, April was sentenced to life without parole for the murder of a police officer. Two months earlier, Brian had gotten 25 years on drug charges and felony aggravated assault.

A year later, in March, the adoption was finalized...she was now Nancy Johnson.

That's not to say that everything went wonderfully from then on-Nancy was a young lady with a lot on her shoulders and there was some acting out. More than once I got calls from the principal of her school. But, over time she moved from being one of the 'challenged home-life' students to a 'class leader.' At the middle school she was a cheer leader and volley ball jock. Now, at the high school, it's the JV squad and getting hard looks from the varsity coaches.

As for the other, let me just say that, as her life became more normal, so did the sleeping arrangements. After I would tell her to turn off the TV and do homework, she would go to her own bedroom-that was the way things should be.

I'll always cherish those short two weeks that we shared a bed but, Nancy needed to escape from her earlier life-and that was part of it.

Still, even now, after five years and a move to a house that I bought, she occasionally looks at me with a little smile and says, "I'm going to bed, are you turning in soon?" On those nights, when I do get to bed, there's a warm body waiting.

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