A Young Hitchhiker In A Blue Satin Dress

Be forewarned – This story involves children having sex. If you’re bothered by such content do not read further.

“Fuck you, Robbie!” Anna screamed as she stormed off.

She and her boyfriend Robbie, along with her friend Carrie, had been drinking a bottle of vodka stolen from her dad’s liquor cabinet. They sat in the cool, dry grass on the edge of the school football field, Robbie in between the two girls, and as the moon rose they began to get drunk for the first time. They were each twelve years old.

Across the field, beyond the bleachers, music emanated from the gym where the junior high dance was. None of them liked school dances, but most of their friends were going so it seemed like the thing to do. They each hoped the alcohol would make it more interesting, if not less awkward.

As the liquor started to take effect they began to lose their inhibitions, and soon Anna and Robbie were making out. Robbie was her first boyfriend, though Anna had been bringing herself to orgasm since she was ten years old. Every Saturday and Sunday morning she would sleep in late, waking to warm sunshine which, as it filtered through her thin, off-white curtains, caused her bedroom walls to glow. Cocooned in warmth and comfort beneath the blanket Anna would slip a hand under the hem of her panties. Those blissful moments became a weekend ritual, and she longed to share them with someone else.

With that goal in mind Anna pressed herself into Robbie as they clumsily made out. They were both new to kissing. The alcohol continued to loosen them up, and before long Anna took Robbie’s hand in hers and brought it up to her left breast, pressing his hand into it. He squeezed, a little too hard. Anna opened her eyes and over Robbie’s shoulder saw Carrie holding the vodka and watching them make out. Carrie quickly looked away and took another drink from the bottle.

Although Robbie was clumsy and a little rough Anna was happy to have someone else touching her, and she began to get turned on. She had heard about blowjobs and it sounded fascinating. Sometimes she thought about giving a blowjob as she lay in bed on the weekends. She knew Robbie would like it – maybe she would give him one later when they were alone.

Needing to give her breast a break from Robbie’s rough grip she grabbed his hand and placed it on her inner thigh. Robbie slid his hand up and down her leg, fingers slipping under the hem of her dress, and each time he moved his hand up her leg the hem was pushed a little farther, exposing more of her thighs and promising an eventual peek at her panties. Anna broke off their kissing and began to rub Robbie’s leg over his slacks, working her way up toward his crotch. She could see his dick straining against the fabric of his pants. Unable to resist she slid her hand all the way up his pant leg and began rubbing his erection through his pants. It was warm and hard, and she could feel it faintly throbbing.

Robbie took this as his opportunity to feel her up, and he quickly slid his hand up her leg until it bumped into her panty covered mound. Anna let out a gasp of mild pain which he misinterpreted as pleasure. Cupping her mound in his hands he rubbed her aggressively while squeezing too hard. Continuing to stroke Robbie’s dick, she began to get frustrated with his rough handling. He wasn’t making her feel at all like she did on those lazy weekend mornings.

Glancing over Robbie’s shoulder again Anna was shocked to see Carrie had pulled up her dress and was rubbing herself while watching them. The bottle of vodka, which was a little under halfway full the last time Anna had held it, was lying on the ground next to Carrie almost empty. Anna was surprised to find herself getting turned on watching Carrie. More turned on than Robbie’s clumsy treatment was getting her, anyway.

Still watching Carrie, Anna reached down and pulled her panties aside. Robbie’s fingers rubbed her soft, bare mound causing a small wave of pleasure to pass over her. She felt his middle finger begin to explore her slit, and after several attempts to locate her hole Anna reached down and guided his finger into her wet tunnel. Continuing to hold his hand she resisted his aggressive pace and worked him into a gentle rhythm.

Carrie continued to massage her panty covered mound as she watched Robbie’s finger sink into Anna. Carrie looked up, and the two girls made eye contact. This time Carrie made no attempt to hide her voyeurism. Instead she smiled, her face flushed with arousal and eyes hazy with intoxication, and slipped the crotch of her panties to one side. Anna stared between Carrie’s legs, still rubbing Robbie’s hard on, as Carrie inserted first one and then two fingers into herself.

Robbie had no idea what Carrie was doing behind him. In his drunkenness and arousal he’d forgotten Carrie was even there. He noticed that Anna was becoming wetter as his finger slipped in and out of her with greater ease. He took some pride in this, but mostly he hoped it meant Anna would come soon so she could give him a hand job. He could maybe even get a blowjob out of her – she was drunk after all.

Anna was getting really turned on watching Carrie finger herself. Unfortunately, though, the combination of alcohol and the pressure Robbie put on her bladder meant that soon she had to pee. Taking her hand off Robbie’s dick, she pulled his finger out of her and said “I’ll be right back.” He looked sort of angry that she had stopped him. “Whatever,” Anna thought to herself. She was getting a bit angry with him herself – he didn’t seem to care about making her feel good; he was doing it all for his own pleasure as far as she could tell. As she walked toward the bushes bordering that side of the field she heard Robbie ask for the vodka, then he gasped. Presumably Carrie’s dress was still up around her waist. “Sure…there’s…still a little left,” Carrie said through a thick slur.

She squatted behind a bush and pulled her panties down, squeezing a hot stream of pee out onto the leaves and grass on the ground. Once she was done peeing she wiped a couple of times with a fallen leaf so she didn’t get her panties wet. As she walked back out of the bushes, she looked at her friends and stopped in her tracks. She hadn’t been gone two minutes and Robbie was making out with Carrie, his hand up her dress! She felt like she had just been punched in the gut. She had totally opened herself up to Robbie’s clumsy hands, with no complaint, and there he was groping someone else two minutes later!

“Fuck you, Robbie!” She screamed as tears welled up in her eyes. Before he could respond she turned around and began walking across the football field. She sobbed as hot tears ran down her face. It wasn’t that Robbie was making out with someone else – Carrie can have his rough and awkward touches, she thought – but that she had been so quickly discarded. She began to realize that Robbie never really liked or cared about her, he just wanted to get his hands on her. She could still feel those clumsy hands, and it made her feel dirty.

Still crying, she realized she was heading right towards the gym where the dance was going on. She couldn’t go there – she couldn’t let all the teachers and students see her crying. She abruptly turned to the left and walked towards a road, figuring she might as well hitch a ride home and try to forget tonight ever happened.

She had hitchhiked many times before and always got picked up within the first few cars. It was usually an older person, driving a nice car like a Mercedes or BMW, who would lecture her the whole way home about the dangers of a young girl hitch hiking. She hoped whoever picked her up this time would just mind their business and drive her home.

The second car that passed her pulled over. She walked toward the black Volkswagen Jetta and as she approached the car saw the driver was a guy – maybe late twenties or early thirties – with a short trimmed beard and long brown hair.

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Jason had just gotten in a bad fight with his girlfriend. Really bad. It was probably over – five years down the drain. Earlier that evening he had arrived home from his job at Microsoft; he had started to say hi to Jessica when she interrupted him.

“What is this?!” She snapped, looking up from the computer screen.

Jason knew immediately.

“Uh, what are you talking about honey?” he said as he walked toward the computer, heart pounding violently.

“This!” She said, pointing at the screen.

On the screen was a girl whose body appeared to be eleven or twelve. She wore a mask on her face and nothing else. Cum dripped from a man’s cock onto her stomach, running down onto her hairless pussy.

“Oh my god, what is that?” Jason said, hoping to get out of this without incriminating himself.

“You tell me, Jason! There are dozens of these perverted pictures on your computer!” As she said this she hit an arrow key on the keyboard, scanning through several images of child porn. Girls as young as ten and as old as fifteen were shown nude or performing sex acts. One showed a girl of maybe twelve being fucked in the ass by an older man, another of an eleven year old licking a cock. A fourteen year old wearing nothing but panties, her small breasts topped by puffy nipples. A ten year old spreading her pussy open wide. Two thirteen year old girls licking cum off each other’s faces.

“I found these hidden in a folder on your computer. Don’t lie to me Jason – these aren’t on your computer by accident!” She shouted, her voice starting to waver with emotion.

“I….Honey….they just…” He could think of nothing to say.

“Okay, Jessica. It’s just a fantasy – I’d never do something like that to a real girl! I can’t control what turns me on…nobody can, you know that.”

Although a part of her realized this was true she couldn’t accept it. There could be no excuse for such a perversion. She was so repulsed by those images she had to hate him, had to hate anything associated with them. “This is sick and disgusting and illegal, Jason! I can’t believe you get off to this…this is child rape! You get off on child rape you sick bastard!” Jessica screamed as she broke down in tears.

There was nothing he could say. There was nothing left to say. His secret had been found out – by the last person he ever wanted to know – and there was nothing he could do to make it better.

He couldn’t stand to see her crying. He wanted to put an arm around her and apologize and try to comfort her, but he knew she would just push him away. Standing there awkwardly certainly wasn’t going to help anything. So he simply turned and without a word walked out the door, went down to his car, and started driving.

He felt sick to his stomach. The life he had built with Jessica for five years had just shattered, and as each broken piece passed through his mind his gut wrenched. He thought how cruel it was that a chance discovery had just destroyed what otherwise would have been a lifelong happy relationship. If only she hadn’t opened that inconspicuous folder. If only he hadn’t downloaded those pictures. If only an attraction he had no control over wasn’t taboo.

He had always been attracted to young girls. It seemed normal when he was a young boy, but he never grew out of it and as he aged into a man his attraction remained. His ideal age was about 12 or 13 – old enough that they had small, though not yet fully formed, breasts. Their faces began to display the sexy looks of a teenager but childish features lingered, and they were just beginning to grow hair between their legs.

Still feeling sick to his stomach, Jason could think of nothing to do and continued driving aimlessly.