Bonnie No Boobs

Fbailey story number 429


Bonnie No Boobs


I was sitting on my front porch drinking a nice cold beer and watching the world pass by. My neighborhood is full of overachievers, workaholics, and exercise nuts. I am the only retired person that I know of. Even my wife of forty years still works.

I was shocked back into reality by a shrill voice asking, “Are you okay, Mister?”

I snapped back to reality with a jump as she had startled me. I looked straight ahead at a little girl standing on my porch not three feet from me. Somehow in my dazed state I had not seen her. Perhaps I had dozed off for a few minutes, I have been known to do that.

The voice asked, “Can I have one of those? I’m real thirsty.”

I looked down into my hand and found a beer can sitting there. It was no longer cold. I looked back up at her and replied, “No, you cannot have a beer. However, I’ll get you a cold soda, what would you like?”

She asked, “Can I see what you have and then pick?”

I opened the door and waited for her to follow me in, through the house, and into the kitchen. I dumped my warm beer into the sink and opened the refrigerator for her. It was full of beer, soda, and mixers for drinks.

She asked, “Don’t you eat food, Mister?”

I laughed and pointed to the other refrigerator standing next to an upright freezer near the stove and said, “This is MY refrigerator. I keep it full of my drinks.”

She asked, “Then what are the juices and fruit for?”

I said, “Mixed drinks like Bloody Mary’s, Tequila Shots, and Margaritas.”

She said, “My mother likes, Sex on the Beach.”

I smiled broadly at that.

She looked at me, thought a moment, and said, “Not that silly, the drink.”

She finally made her decision and grabbed a Cherry Coke and a beer for me. She grabbed the same one that I had just poured down the drain.

We went back out on the front porch and talked as we drank. Her name was Bonnie, she was thirteen years old, and she had just moved into the neighborhood. One of the people down the street was her grandfather and he had gotten ill recently. Bonnie and her mother had come to take care of him for the summer. I also found out that most people thought that she was only nine years old and that irritated her greatly. She has had her periods for over a year and was on birth control because her mother didn’t trust her not to fool around.

She was only wearing a handkerchief with shoelaces holding it on and a pair of tight shorts. So when I asked her about her clothes she told me that she wouldn’t wear them except her mother told her that she was to keep her tits and pussy covered at all times outside the house. When I asked if that included her ass too she smiled, got up, and turned around as she bent over. I had to smile. More than half of her ass cheeks were exposed, she had cut her shorts in the back.

Bonnie said, “I love my ass, it’s my best part so far. My tits are still just nipples, that’s not fair. My old girlfriends used to call me Bonnie No Boobs. And my pussy doesn’t have any hair on it but it looks good to me. What to see it?”

Before I could say a word Bonnie had her foot up on the arm of my chair, the crotch of her shorts pulled to the side, and was opening up her pussy with her fingers. I had to admit that it did look rather nice. Bonnie dipped her finger inside and then straightened up. She placed her finger near my nose and then she asked me if she smelled good. She sure did. Then her finger went into my mouth to taste. Yes, she tasted good too.

Then without any notice her top came up just enough to show me both of her fantastic nipples. She might not have tits yet but her areolas were sure puffy enough.

Well Bonnie was quite a little girl.