Chapter 1

Several years ago I was Scout Leader for a group of wonderful young people of various ages. Back then I was just 22 myself, so I still felt "young" enough to have fun and play with the young kids.

Although membership was ever-changing, there were obviously some that stuck in your head, and Stacy was definitely one of those. Stacy was a sweet and innocent looking young girl of 14 with long blonde hair. However, she was definitely getting curves in all the right places despite her young age. There wasn't all that much there yet, but what was there told you she was only going to look even more stunning as she matured and filled out. She always dressed nice - perhaps too nice for many of the activities, but she managed ok anyway.

In the clear vision of hindsight, Stacy probably flirted with me a lot, by I was oblivious at the time, since I didn't think of her or any of the kids in that way - you know as sexual beings. They were just a bunch of great kids.

But every time there was an activity in which we sat down she'd make sure to sit next to me, and really quite close to me so we'd accidentally touch now and then, but I just figured it to be a normal kid-thing, with her looking for security and trusting me. In my position you really became a kind of role model and pseudo-parent rolled into one to the kids you spent so much time with. But she'd also always manage to make it onto my team in any activity that divided us into two or more teams, and if we were walking in the woods - there she'd be right at my side taking my hand or arm occasionally, but then so did all the kids - only not even nearly as much as Stacy did now that I look back.

But Stacy was just incredibly sweet, kind and helpful. It didn't matter if a rope needed fetching, the dishes of 40 kids needed washing or any other task, she'd always be the first to volunteer - of course again looking back this might be because as leader I'd also almost always be involved in these tasks. But she really was kind to other kids and everyone around her really. I witnessed time and again how she comforted and helped new members whether they were scared, confused or just needed a sympathetic ear.

Of course since I'm writing this story something obviously happened to change my perception of Stacy...

It all started at a Scout meeting Thursday evening, where we were sitting pretty tightly packed around a large round table listening to another of the Scout Leaders reading a story for the kids that they'd then use in the evenings further activities. Of course it should be to no one's surprise at this point that sitting to my right was none other than Stacy.

About 10 minutes into the story I feel something touching my right thigh. At first I just figured Stacy's leg had grazed mine as she moved on her seat as we all did occasionally to keep blood circulation going, so I didn't give it much thought. However, I quickly realized that it was highly unlikely to be her leg unless she was quite exceptionally limber since she was now touching the inside of my thigh. I immediately realized it had to be her hand, and there was really no way it would "accidentally" get on the inside of my thigh.

I was unsure how to react and looked over at Stacy, but it seemed like she was giving her full attention to the storyteller, and wasn't even glancing in my direction. Still her hand stayed on my inner thigh. I decided to try to do the same, and just look casual and normal and pay attention to the reading, even if it was getting hard to do, given that I could feel her hand against my thigh like it was burning.

After a minute or two of this I felt her hand start to move, but it wasn't moving away - no it was moving slowly and tantalizing up my thigh towards my crotch! I was rapidly getting hard, and Stacy's hand didn't stop until it was so very, very close to touching to growing bulge in my pants. I don't know how well I managed to look normal, but all I know is I was concentrating so very, very hard on looking like everything was completely normal, but inside my head thoughts were flying around in dizzying patterns and high speed and I was at a loss as to what to do.

I obviously knew that the right thing to do would be to move away and get Stacy's hand off my thigh and especially away from my crotch, but I was a young guy with a rapidly growing hardon and the tiny head was doing an increasing amount of my thinking. So after what was really seconds, but seemed like hours of internal debate, I stayed sitting still, like nothing was happening, but with Stacy's hand so very close to my now fully hard prick.

For a few minutes nothing else happened, and I was just starting to breathe a little easier, and my prick was starting to droop ever so slightly when suddenly I nearly flew up as Stacy's thumb start tracing the outline of my dick through my jeans. Obviously it immediately grows back to full size, and her next move was to let her whole hand wander up and start to caress and fondle my dick through my jeans.

I knew it was so very wrong, but it felt very, very good, so again I did nothing to stop her. I felt certain that everyone around the table just had to know something was going on, but it was just my guilt trying to trick me. Everyone around me was raptly paying attention to the story being told.

I felt certain that this was the extent of what was going to happen, but I was wrong. Stacy's little hand started to unzip me slowly and carefully under the table, and silently she sneaked her hand inside my pants. She quickly and deftly got her hand up and into my boxers as well so her tiny hand was now fondling my dick directly. It felt like it grew to twice its size at her touch, obviously that's impossible but it certainly grew to its very biggest and moved in her hand.

I glanced at her again, but she still seemed completely focused on the story and not acknowledging me in any way. Slowly and carefully her fingers started to play with my prick, sliding up and down and playing with the tip before sliding down and cupping and fondling my balls. I felt like I could come at any moment - normally I could control the feeling almost indefinitely, but the sheer audacity and taboo of this illicit act was so arousing it was all I could do to keep from coating my boxers and pants in my come as she kept fondling and caressing my dick.

Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - my heavenly experience was interrupted as the story came to its conclusion and the other Leader told the kids to get on with the day's activity. Like lightning her hand snaked back out of both boxers and pants and seemingly vanished in thin air. It had even quickly zipped me back up again, so I stayed at the table for a while to give my prick a chance to shrink some since everyone in the room would know I had a giant boner if I got up right away.

All the children got started on the day's activity, and I wandered around the room, helping different kids if they needed it until the evening started getting to a close. About 15 minutes before it was time to clean up and send the kids home, I noticed while busy helping a few other kids that Stacy asked the other leader if she could go to the bathroom, which she was obviously allowed. When she came back out I was sitting in my earlier spot at the table and she walked up to the table with decisive steps and sat down next to me. I soon felt her hand on my thigh, but she just slipped her hand into my pocket, before quickly pulling it back out and standing up, while moving over to another table.

I didn't quite understand what she was up to, and I was very curious about my pocket, but I could hardly look at it in the current circumstances without someone noticing what I was doing, so I had to impatiently wait for the last 10 minutes to pass which felt like several long days to me.

Finally the kids were sent home, and all that remained was for the other leader and me to clean the last few things up and lock the place up for the night. She told me she really wanted to go home to her children, and I told her to just go, and I'd finish and close up. As soon as she left I yanked whatever was in my pocket out, my patience at an end, and realized that it was a pair of small red panties. I wasn't sure if they'd be classified as G-string given that they were still kid's panties, but they certainly wouldn't cover much. I noticed that something had been scribbled on them with a ball pen, and strained my eyes to make it out. It was a message from Stacy saying: "Mm you have a large and nice cock. Is it for me?" I was so horny by now I had to go the bathroom right there and jack off. It was probably the best orgasm I've ever gotten from playing with myself.

I finished locking up the place and left for home. I spent the entire next week fantasizing about what had happened, and what might still happen, as I waited impatiently for the next Thursday to come around. When it was finally time for the next meeting, I left already excited and, frankly, horny, and I was very curious what Stacy might do. However, throughout the meeting nothing at all happened - in fact it seemed like Stacy was actively trying to avoid me, so I started wondering if she had regretted the events of past week or were embarrassed by them. That evening I left for home very disappointed without even exchanging a single word with Stacy, and I decided during the following week that was had happened was a one-time experience, and I resigned myself to this. I did spend a lot of time jacking off to mental images of Stacy and what I wished we could have done, but I accepted that it wasn't going to happen.