Alison_(1)

I was 12. It was a day that I didn’t go to school because I was sick. My mum used to look after little Alison, who was 4, because her mum worked during the day.

Alison was one of the sweetest, cutest little girls that I have ever seen. Sandy coloured hair, incredibly pale skin, beautiful little body, butter melting smile, ocean blue eyes. On this particular day, Alison was wearing a little pink t-shirt, denhan overall, and little white sandals.

I had woken up not feeling particularly well, and with my mums permission, decided not to go to school. I was in the first year of high school.

Alisons mum dropped her off, as she did every weekday morning, at 7.30am sharp. This morning, as whenever she was at our place, I felt myself stiffen as she was ushered into our house and kissed goodbye. She was always happy to see me, and something was telling me that today we would have some fun. As it turned out, we certainly did.

Mum came to me at about 10.00am, and said she had some shopping to do, and would it be alright if I looked after Al seeing I was home for the day. I can tell you that I didn’t hesitate to say that I would. In fact, I was a bit worried that I may have seemed a bit too enthusiastic.

With mum gone, I told Alison that I was going down to the garage to work on my bike, and I asked if she would like to come. She said that she did, so I grabbed hold of her hand, and down we went. I started work, and little Al was helping me, but I noticed with her there, and nobody else around, how much I wanted to see her with no clothes on. How much I wanted to feel her creamy smooth body. How much I wanted to see her hairless labia, and feel what it was like to touch her both inside and outside. To see what she would do when I did all that to her.