Jolina and me

Jolina and me

She was 12 when I first saw her. She was with her dad, a handsome man. Very handsome to be completely honest. But handsome guys had their downside. They were men, and never treated a woman like me good. He saw me, started to blush as I smiled at him, and he walked my way. “Are you single?” he asked. He had a deep voice, almost trembling. “Well, now that’s a good pick-up line!” I responded with a smile. He smiled as well. The ice was broken.

We started dating and after a few months he asked me to move in with him. Not knowing what to say I agreed. My move towards the little girl was made. I was going to live with her, and she liked it, at the beginning it was a bit rough, but later on we got more close, almost intimid.

It was a Saturday when I discoverd the little girl’s secret. John was out for work, and me and Jolina were home alone. Usually around this time of day she was hanging in front of the television, but this time she wasn’t there. After being completly silent for a few seconds, I heard a muffled sound, as if the sound was coming through some layers of textile. Sneaking my way up, expecting the worst and the best, the best was what was happening. There she was, moaning from under her sheats, with her hand between her thighs, moaning, huffing, breathing heavily. I stood still for some time, not believing my luck. “Need a hand?” I asked with a smile. Jolina was starteld. ‘I.. errh. . I was.. ‘ she tried to say. “No problem.” I said, silencing her. “We all do it, yet rarely talk about it.”. Ashamed, Jolina asked: ‘you as well?’. “Of course.” I replied. ‘Will you tell daddy?’ she asked me, still ashamed. “No, I will not tell daddy, if you don’t want me to. And if needed, I might be able to help you.” This was dangerous for me. Either my plan would work, of it would fail misarably, and I would never get another chance. ‘Well… I might use some tips.’. My plan had worked.
On the next Saturday, when John was out again, she asked me if she could get some tips about ‘it’. I taught her nearly everything I knew, what I like, what some of my girlfriends like, what they generaly didn’t like, what to do, what not to do, the lot. With a serious face she listend, started posing questions, and even asked me if I could show my method.