My Girlfriend’s Daughter

== My Girlfriend’s Daughter by LO ==
(Mf, Ped, Mast, Oral, Int)

It was a Friday at the end of a hard week at my job, so I was taking it easy on the couch,
watching, but not paying much attention to some day time soap operas, dozing off every
few minutes. I would wake up halfway now and then to discover a new program was
playing on the television set.

Lizzie arrived from school with a crash and a rumpus as she shoved open the door and
strode into the living room, dragging her book bag on the floor. She glanced at my
prostrate form as she strolled past and entered her bedroom to change from her school
clothes and drop off her book bag. Returning in a few minutes, the twelve year old slid next
to me on the couch, pressing closely to make herself a space. There I was, firmly against
her soft, pre-teen body. Her long brown hair was still done up in a thick braid, which she
pulled around and laid on her chest. To make more room for us, I slid my arm under her
head. My face was then inches from hers, and I was compelled to gaze across her pretty
face at the TV screen. Her girlish aroma wafted from her warm body.

My girlfriend Becky worked a different shift from mine, so I was usually at home when her
young daughter returned from school. Even though the girl was twelve years old, she was
not obviously mature yet. In fact, her mother was concerned about Lizzie’s “late”
development and had discussed it with the pediatrician, who assured Becky that there was
nothing wrong with her daughter and that a little more time would cure the problem.

Anyhow, Lizzie’s physical maturity differed markedly from her social maturity. She was very
concerned about relationships, boyfriend-girlfriend situations, and the like. Becky herself
was a very sexual lady, probably the reason she was concerned about Lizzie’s sexual
development. Becky seemed to want me often, sometimes in rather indiscrete locations,
not that I was very reluctant to refuse her advances. I talked to her about Lizzie possibly
observing our couplings, but Becky did not seem to be very concerned, even stating that
Lizzie probably would not understand what was happening if we fucked openly right in front
of her. I disagreed and attempted, as best I could, to keep our love-making out of sight of
her daughter. Anyhow, Becky was always trying out some new sexual adventure, and I was delighted with her inventiveness.

Nevertheless, I was certain the young girl was quite aware of intimate moments that
occurred between Becky and myself. I had seen doors crack open, heard soft movements
near our bedroom, and actually observed her eyes peeking at us once or twice. Not only
that, when Lizzie and I were alone, she inserted questions about sexual matters into our
conversations, which I either ignored or provided her with vague answers. It was clear to
me, at least, the young girl had caught us more than once.

So there we were cuddled on the sofa, watching some stupid drama. To make matters
worse, the topic was rather explicit for daytime TV. Lizzie was pressed against my side,
her head on my arm. My other arm rested on her right hip with my hand on her thigh. Every
time, which was not all that often, there was an interesting moment, Lizzie twitched her
body against my own. Out of nowhere, she posed a question.

“Mommy’s not coming home til late, right?”

“Yeah, she is going to see your Aunt Helen after work, so I will take you out to the Burger
Palace for supper, if you want.”

“Good!”

She turned her face around to mine and gave me a sweet smile. I peered into her
innocent, green eyes and examined her soft, full lips, thinking what a cute babe she would
be in a few years. Unconsciously, I had been moving my hand along her thighs, feeling her
soft skin under the short skirt she had put on. Lizzie rocked her little butt and pushed
herself closer against me. I noticed that her top had gapped open at the neck a little,
allowing me a peek down at her chest. I was surprised to discover that she had small, but
obvious breasts. It tried to see her nipples, but they were covered from my view. Looking
up at her eyes again, I realized that she had caught me checking her out.

Lizzie lifted her upper leg and used it to push my hand, which had been stroking it, down
onto the inner surface of her lower leg. I decided to continue my casual stroking, wondering
if I should stop and not actually wanting to. Perhaps, stopping would suggest that my
fingers were being just a little naughty. I could feel my penis swell a little inside my pants.
Anyhow, I was enjoying the feel of her soft flesh beneath my palm. Then the young girl
grasped the hand of the arm which was supporting her head and pulled the hand onto her
chest so that it rested directly on top of one of her small breasts. I was becoming more
stimulated, but I knew that this illicit contact was wrong and tried to act nonchalant.

“Honey,” I whispered into her ear, “We really should not be doing this. We could both get
into big trouble, and your mommy would kill us if she found out.”

“We’re not doing anything but snuggling, Larry. What’s wrong with that?”

I saw a cute smile play on her pouty lips.

“I think this is starting to be more than casual snuggling, Lizzie.”

The little girl knew what she wanted even if I did not know it yet. She put her hand over
mine and pressed it harder against her small breast. I could feel her nipple, now stiff
against the thin fabric. Fascinated by this discovery, I began to caress her softly, rubbing
my finger tip back and forth across the pert nubbin. Lizzie emitted a contented sigh, and
her small body undulated gently against mine.

My other hand was soon brushing against her cotton panties, discovering the moist warmth
between her legs.