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Belinda
A physical description is a good place to start. She is young, just 13, slim but has a very intense look. Long straight dirty blonde hair. And a lot of freckles on her cheeks and across her nose. Her intensity comes from her blue eyes. Such long eyelashes frame her eyes and she has a way of looking at me that shows interest beyond her years. She often wears white blouses and tight jeans. Perhaps the jeans are tight because it is her growing that gets ahead of buying clothes. She lives next door with her grandmother, there is some sort of sadness there but I don’t know the story.

Living next door she often comes to visit with my wife and they talk and giggle in the kitchen as I read the paper and watch the news on channel Five. Sometimes they will join me and it is then that I notice her sly glances at me when she thinks I’m absorbed in something else. Once when my wife left the room to get drinks she stood in front of me and bent over to pet the cat. She bent forward at the waist and gave me such a view of her tight round ass, and then I noticed that her blouse hung loosely from her body and I could see the small white bra that covers her small breasts. And I can’t help but wonder if they fill her bra of if she just wears it. As my wife returned she assumes a squatting position and my view is much changed and I can’t help but wonder if she did this on purpose.

In retrospect I now know that I am talking about two innocents not one. She knew perfectly well what she was doing or perhaps it was by instinct. In the following days I would be about the yard mowing the lawn or tending the garden and she would be out around the yard herself, often barefoot but seemingly having a lot to do where I would be in sight. I kept at the work at hand but found that my eyes would stray to glimpse her slight figure as she moved about her yard. At times I would catch her looking at me and she would duck her head and shyly look away.

Now there is always a precipitous event in any relationship. This event occurred on a hot sultry day in late June. My wife had left for the day on some sort of mission and would not be home until late. I was working in the yard weeding around the flowers, when I became aware of someone standing nearby. Startled, I looked up and she stood there,, the sun behind her and her hair like a halo. It was difficult for my eyes to focus at first, I had to move to see clearly. She stood there for a moment, and I stood up to see what she wanted. She was not so intimidating now that I was standing, actually she looked shy. But she perked up and said, “You have new kittens in the shed. Can I see them?” “Will you show me?” I could not refuse this request so we walked to the shed. Once inside the old shed I sat in the only chair and reached under the bench and pulled out a small kitten from the box it was born in, eyes still closed but mewing and it’s little claws extended. Belinda reached out and took the kitten from my hands and held it to her breast. Cuddling the little animal she turned and sat on my lap.