Little Girl Lost_(0)

It was early one Fri. evening and I decided to step out and get some fresh air. As I walked out to the road, I caught a whiff of a long forgotten odor. It had been quite a few years since I had smoked any, but there was no mistaking that smell, some one was smoking a joint near by. I was more than a little concerned because the closest neighbor to me is a good five miles away. After a few seconds I determined it was coming from behind my house, so I slowly made my way around back. Peering around the corner, I saw no one, but then I heard a cough coming from the storage shed. I quickly ran back around to the front door. I went inside and retrieved my pistol, slipped out the side door and made my way along the fence to the shed. I pushed the door open and to my surprise there was a young girl setting on the floor. We stared at each other wide eyed for a moment. “Get up from there,” I barked at her. She slowly got up on her feet, the joint in her right hand. Her eyes focused on the gun I was holding and she stood there frozen, not saying a word.

“What’s your name girl and what are you doing here?” I asked sharply. My name is Rebecca Johnson,” her voice trembling. “Are going to shoot me?” Please Mister, please don’t kill me, I was just hiding in there, I didn’t mean no harm.” I gave her half a grin, “Well I guess I won’t need to shoot you. Now come on out here.” She started towards the door, and then turned to pick up a duffle bad, she had been sitting on. As she stepped outside, I was able to get to get a better look at her. She looked fairly young, 13 or 14, about 4’8” tall but nice womanly figure to her. She had on a pair of hip hugger jeans that clung tight to her chunky thighs and shapely butt. The button up blouse was wearing looked to be a size or two too small and it was stretched tight around her slightly flabby belly and full breast, which looked to be a full C-cup. She had long brown hair that was all matted and full of twigs and a very pretty face, if it weren’t for the dirt.

I quickly did the math in my head; it had been almost 30 years since I’d fucked a girl her age; perhaps it was time to try and recapture some teenage glory.

“How old are you girl?” I quizzed. “14, next month,” she replied. “I take it you’re a runaway.” She looked at the ground and nodded. “Well come on, lets get you something to eat, and you can tell me about it.”

As she ate she told me that her folks were in some kind of legal trouble in Georgia, and the Courts sent her to Florida to live with her father’s uncle. She had been here for 2 months, but she hated it. There was nothing to do, no kids around, and she was going back to Georgia to live at one of her friends’ house. She told me she had been walking through pastures and woods all day, and when she came upon my house she decided to get some rest. I gave her a smile, and told her would stay with me for the night, but first I was sure she could use a nice long bath. I took her up stairs, and led her through my room, to the master bathroom, and told her to leave her dirty cloths outside the door, and I would through them in the wash. She just looked up nodded and yawned.

As I walked down the stairs, I was still debating weather I should be doing this. She was just turning 14 but she was well developed. Had she ever had a cock in her? Has she ever seen a cock? Could she be seduced or would I have to rape her? Could I rape her? I’ve never wanted to rape a woman before, well I’d fantasized about it, but all men have done that, haven’t they?

Just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw her duffle bag next to the kitchen table.