Little Lola

Introduction: THE FOLLOWING STORY NEVER HAPPENED. I DIDN'T TOUCH HER.

I'm not a pervert. I wasn't looking for jail bait. But jail bait came and found me.

I had a really good gig going. My girlfriend, Gina, was a divorced single mom who was working as an emergency room nurse. Gina was working all hours, coming home exhausted, totally preoccupied with her work. I was between jobs, doing some computer consulting work that I could do from any desktop and I had just agreed to house-sit for the summer for a friend of a friend. The place was fantastic with a swimming pool and all the amenities that I had never enjoyed at any of my previous homes. Because it was a quick commute to the hospital, it was easy to convince Gina and her daughter Lola to move in with me for the summer; the added bonus was that I would look after Lola while her mom was at work, sparing her the cost of day care or summer camp.

Here's where life got a bit complicated.

Let's just say that Lola was precocious in one particular area--as a flirt and a tease. She had never really had a father figure in her life, so being put into my lap--so to speak--was a first for her. She couldn't get enough of me. If I so much as looked at my computer or started reading a book, she would go out of her way to vie for my attention. Sometimes she would ask for my help for something or another, but as often as not she would interrupt what I was doing to ask my opinion about how she looked, did I think the skirt she was wearing was too long (she always wanted shorter skirts and skimpier bikins than mom would allow), did I think her freckles were ugly, did I like her blonde hair or did I think she should try to dye it to be even blonder, etc, etc. etc. Or she would ask me to help her bake cookies, fix a broken bracelet, learn how to juggle, play the guitar, play in the swimming pool, on and on.

Lola perfected the attention-getting pout. She would lean up against me like a kitten, and then with her plump lower lip stuck out, would prompt me to say, "What's wrong honey?" She would then say "I'm bored," and complain that there were no kids around to play with, that there's nothing to do, that her mom doesn't let her do things saying she's too young. Nothing I could say would ever turn her mood unless I would stop what I was doing and do an activity with her, a swim in the pool, washing the car, or playing games on my computer. We ended up spending hours that summer playing computer games. She would sit in my lap and both of us would consciously be concentrating on the game at hand. But roaring at the subconcious level was the closeness of our bodies. I would be intoxicated by the sweet smell and feel of her silky blonde hair right under my nose, and by her squiming little body in my lap. She would often lean against my chest, pull my free hand around her waist to rest on her bare tummy, and then wiggle her little bottom until the cleavage of her buns would snuggle into the erection that invariably sprouted from my loins. As we would play the computer game she would rock her bottom back and forth as my cock would get harder and harder pressing into the sweet tight crevace of her girlish buttocks.

I usually just wore a t-shirt and sweat pants, but Lola would dress more provocatively. She often just stayed in a bikini all day, since she was in and out of the pool frequently. She also favored tight little blouses that left her waist and mid-drift exposed and that pressed against the slight swell of her budding breasts and nipples. She liked to wear low-riding short shorts, often the kind with the writing across the butt and as often as not an exposed thong at the low-slung waist band. I was surprised that she would be wearing a thong at such a young age, but I guess she wanted to be like Mom and the bigger girls.

I didn't make a move on Lola. But she was naturally seductive and absolutely craved my attention, probably because she never had a father in her life or from what I could tell much of any male companionship. Her mother, my girlfriend Gina, provided for Lola but I would have to say was emotionally distant. Lola on the other hand was very affectionate and very much a touchy feely person who needed to hug and be hugged. The more I made a show of ignoring her, the harder she would try to get my attention. Flirting worked.

Lola would cuddle up against me wherever I was--standing, sitting, or lying down. She would take my hand and place it on her bare tummy or thigh. If I let it just sit there, she would actually start moving it in circles to stroke her until I would catch on and continue.

Lola also asked me every day to put sun tan lotion or oil on her as she would spread a towel on the side of the pool. She loved it so much that she would actually moan and groan with pleasure as I put the lotion on her. She would lie on her tummy and actually spread her legs a bit as I would rub lotion on the back of her thighs. She would arch her back and wiggle that pretty little bottom, just begging me to feast on her sweet little ass. But I resisted the strong desire to yank off her panties and dive in, though I did tend to work the edges of her panties making them cover less and less of that beautiful bottom. If I slipped my oily fingers along the edge of her bikini panties, she would moan in pleasure, arch her back, and wiggle her pretty little ass some more.

Sometimes she asked if she could put oil on me. At first, I wouldn't let her, but she begged and pouted. Then I let her put it on my back between the shoulder blades where I couldn't reach. But as the days passed, she found more and more opportunities to squirt me with oil and work it into my skin. She particularly liked oiling my chest and arms. I would usually be in a sitting position facing her standing in front of me. I would spread my legs and she would stand facing me eye to eye as she would work the oil into my chest, shoulders, and arms. Oftentimes my erection would be obvious and just as often Lola would lean into me so her thigh would be touching me there, creating a gentle but firm pressure.

Lola eased up a bit on her obvious flirtation when her mother was around, but she would become sneaky by, for example, touching my leg with her foot under the dining room table when the three of us would be eating and I would be trying to hold a conversation with her mother. At other times, if her mother was in the room, but not in her line of vision, Lola could flash her legs open in my direction or just give me a smoldering look with her blue eyes. I discovered that she was actually jealous of the attention I paid to Gina and that she could hardly contain herself if Gina and I got demonstratively affectionate in her presence. Just to torture Lola a bit, I sometimes would start kissing her mother, knowing how it would drive Lola crazy with jealousy.

But my heart wasn't really in the relationship with my girlfriend. I became more and more preoccupied with Lola as the weeks passed. I missed her when she wasn't near and began craving her attention as much as she had mine. Things got worse (better?) when Gina's schedule changed because so many of her colleagues were taking summer vacations and she needed to work more ER night shifts than usual. She would be gone for long hours, including evenings and nights and when she came home she would end up sleeping through much of the day. Lola and I both came to look forward to those times when her mom wasn't home with us.

It was about the same time that her mom was working nights that Lola began exploring her mother's lingerie and playing with her make up and perfume at bedtime. She liked to sit at the vanity and try on her mother's lipstick and eye shadow, often in her clumsy way putting on much too heavy make up, making her look older than she was. And sluttier. She would wear one of Gina's negligees and come up to me with her lips bright red with lipstick, and say something like, "Kiss me like you kiss Mommy." I would try to joke it off, but she definitely had a way of getting my heart pumping hard. If I told her she was too young, she would pout until I would tickle her or give her a hug. But sooner or later, she would whisper in my ear, "Kiss me like you kiss Mommy," followed by a quick flick of her tongue on my neck or a nibble on my earlobe.

I tried to explain to Lola that I wasn't allowed to kiss her or do the sex things with her that I do with her mother, but to every argument I made she would always say "Why not?" and made it clear that she didn't feel bound by any of the taboos that seemed to apply to everyone else. She was also well aware of her power over me, power that she loved to exercise. She kept me away from my work all summer and kept my attention focused on her. She could see that I didn't have much conviction in my own arguments.

I began to worry that Gina would discover that her make up and perfume were being used up or that her lingerie was not in the same condition she had left it in her bureau drawer. So I decided to buy make up, perfume, and lingerie for Lola as long as we would put it in a secret hiding place and keep it as our special secret. We made a special point of making sure that all our tracks were covered before her mom would get home, including that all traces of make up and perfume were washed off.

My first purchase for Lola was a cute pink babydoll nightie that was both translucent and silky with a matching pink string bikini tied with little bows on the sides that beckoned to be untied. Lola loved it and I encouraged her to wear it when her mom wasn't around. Lola looked unbelievably cute; the little whispy lingerie clung to her pointy budding nipples and the material was so silky and soft that it felt sensual for Lola against her own skin, but also felt wonderful whenever I touched or held her.

I found some great on-line shopping, and added more lingerie, mostly babydolls and halter tops with matching bikinis. Then I discovered the Wicked Weasel web page that features micro mini bikinis. As she sat on my lap, we explored the web page together and shopped for a micro bikini that fit Lola's little body perfectly. We waited for it to arrive with great anticipation. When it came, she was so excited and she loved swimming and sunning in it. The teenie weenie bikini gave me virtually full access to her lovely body for our frequent sessions of applying suntan lotion. The back was no more than a string along the crack of her bottom, so I now was able to squeeze her tight little buns as I applied lotion to make sure that she wouldn't get a sunburn. Lola's moans and wiggles became more and more pronounced as I worked the lotion into her skin. I bought a couple more. The bikinis were little more than tiny patches in the places on her body that I had resolved would remain covered when we were together, so that I would not come right out and squeeze and suck her two little breasts and stick my tongue and cock into her pretty pussy and ass despite my growing desires to give her the fucking she seemed to desire as much as I did. Even though the Wicked Weasel bikinis covered her nipples and pussy, they became completely see-through whenever they got wet, and Lola made sure I got an eyeful everytime she got out of the pool.

Other times, Lola would catch me lounging by the pool lying on my back in a chaise lounge chair. Sometimes, she would plop down right on top of me, usually right after coming out of the pool to surprise me with the cold wetness on my hot skin. Other times she would sit right on my cock, rocking back and forth to get it nestled right all the while straddling me with her little inner thighs exposed to me and her delectable pussy hardly covered by the mini bikinis, which were translucent when wet. Either Lola didn't have hair growing there yet, or it was blonde like the hair on her head, or she was actually already shaving. Sometimes she would sit that way and start putting oil on my torso and shoulders and in doing so would be rocking back and forth on my cock. Nothing would be said about it and I still wasn't kissing those sweet lips or playing with the nipples visible through the wet bikini bra, but we were essentially masturbating each other, rubbing our genitals with only the sheerest material separating us from the penetration we both desired but which I used the last of my reserves of evaporating self-discipline to stop myself from doing. I did, however, start ejaculating into my swim trunks. This also became a game, seeing how long it would take Lola to make it so I would have to jump in the pool to wash myself off.

We moved from on-line shopping for lingerie and bikinis to exploring web sites featuring bikinis and lingerie. Sometimes Lola would sit in my lap as we would watch what amounted to soft porn on the screen wearing only one of her silky babydoll nighties and matching string panties or wearing her tiny little micro bikini. There would be so little of her body actually covered that my free hand on her thigh would often come to rest on the thin veil of material covering her sweet virgin pussy. She never pushed me away. To the contrary, as she would get excited by the sexy stuff on the computer screen and she would thrust her crotch closer against the back of my hand, virtually rubbing against it. I wouldn't be rubbing her pussy with my hand, but she would be rubbing her pussy against my hand. She would start rocking her bottom against my hard cock and guiding my hand to press on her own hard little clit. With hot pictures and video clips on the screen in front of us, we would both reach orgasms.

It was clear that Lola really wanted us to start kissing. She was very oral. She loved lollipops, licking the batter after making cookies or ice cream cones, and she seemed to make a great show of licking and sucking her food when the two of us were together. She also got in the habit of sharing her food with me, giving me licks of her lollipops or feeding me, like putting cherries or grapes one at a time in my mouth as I sat by the pool. At one point we were sitting on the chaise lounge in our bathing suits. Lola was sitting in my lap facing me, as usual with my hard cock pressed against against her crotch as her legs straddled me. She was feeding me grapes and eating some herself. At one point, my eyes were closed and my mouth slightly open to allow her to put in the next grape, when I felt a wetter than usual grape come into my mouth with a warm brush of her lips on mine. She had popped a grape from her mouth into mine. I looked at her in surprise, but she laughed, took another grape in her mouth, and then put her lips up to mine and pushed another grape between my lips. After a few more grapes, Lola was teaching me how to kiss. It wasn't long before her tongue traveled into my mouth along with the grapes, and soon enough my tongue began finding its way into her sweet little mouth as well as I began sharing grapes with her as well.

When I wasn't intoxicated by her physical presence, usually post orgasm, I would try to explain to her that what we were doing was wrong and that we shouldn't be kissing. But a pout of her lips, the touch of her hand, the look of desire in her eyes, would melt my resolve and we would end these "arguments" with a hug and a kiss. We started having long kissing sessions. Lola could just keep kissing forever and once we started I had no will power to break away. As we kissed and got more and more excited, our hands would seek out and fondle each other's bodies. Although we kept our bathing suits on, the hands were now finding their ways under the pieces of cloth and on the bare skin and my fingers would slip into her as I masturbated her to orgasm and she got expert at using suntan lotion on my rod.

Towards the end of the summer, we were on the sofa making out with Lola lying on top of me. I was kissing her neck and before I knew it she had moved up so my mouth was on her chest. I pushed aside the tiny little bathing suit bra and started sucking her lovely nipple buds. As I was still enjoying the thrill she moved up more and I continued kissing down her belly, exploring her cute little belly button with my tongue and then I was kissing the patch of cloth covering her honey pot, and then finally, inevitably, the material was pushed to the side and I was licking, sucking, drinking in her pussy. Nothing ever tasted so good. I kept kissing until she had shattering orgasms. At that point, she was desperate to fuck. She was all over me trying to get my hard meat inside her glistening, hungry pussy. I squirted a squeeze of suntan oil in the crack of her ass, turned her around and ground my hard cock into the crevace of her oily bottom as my hand pressed against her clit, but I didn't penetrate her asshole or pussy. I did spray a record-setting load of cum on her back, even giving the hair on her head a new shampoo/conditioner treatment.

I told her that I couldn't fuck her. It was the only line I drew with Lola that I didn't cross.

The blissful summer ended. Once I no longer had a place for Gina to stay that was convenient for her work, we moved back apart again, and quickly drifted apart as a couple and stopped seeing each other at all after a few weeks. Without having private time with Lola and no longer living together, Lola and I also had no opportunity to continue our secret relationship. As much as I was infatuated with her, she also scared me and I felt enormous guilt wondering why I couldn't resist her and how I could have allowed myself to get so involved with someone who should have been off limits. I thought writing this might help, but it just turns me on to remember her and the things that we did, so it looks like I've failed again.