Chapter 2: My First Weekend with Missy

My career as Missy’s ‘bodyguard’ started smoothly enough. She was on her best behavior Friday and Saturday night, even going to bed at eleven, which Pam had told me was her bedtime. I began to think that my fears may have been overblown. They weren’t.

Sunday night turned out to be more like what I had expected. We started the evening playing cards, which had become part of our normal routine. While we were playing, Missy started asking me a lot of personal questions, another common occurrence. I tried to avoid giving her real answers by making up goofy replies that she had to know were lies. It was kind of another game. Eventually, she gave up, and told me there was a movie on TV she wanted to watch. Pam had recently signed up for HBO and had instructed me that her precious daughter was not allowed to watch R-rated movies. The one Missy was interested in that night was one of those, but since she had been good so far, I relented and said we could watch it, as long as she didn’t tell her mom.

We moved to the living room. Usually, when we watched TV we sat on opposite ends of the large couch in front of the TV, but this time Missy slid over next to me. To be comfortable, I put my arm on the back of the sofa, almost around her shoulders. She took advantage of that to snuggle up next to me, making it feel like we were on a date, which might have been what it was in her mind. I knew I should have been the adult and moved away, but I liked how it felt having her that close.

We started watching the movie, sitting quietly together, until a scene appeared in which the lead characters ended up in a long, passionate kiss. That’s all it took to get her going. “Do you remember when we kissed?” Missy asked.

“You mean when you attacked me in the woods?”

She ignored my sarcasm. “How many girls have you kissed since then?”

It was one of the questions I wanted to avoid. “I don’t know, three or four, I guess.”

“You guess? I thought you’d remember each one. I’ll bet you’re lying. I’m guessing it’s more like ... zero. Are you shy, or just scared of girls?”

I decided to turn the focus away from me. “How about you? Kissing your way through junior high?”

“Not really,” she said, “Just two more guys since you took my lip virginity.”

Lip virginity? I wondered if she had made that up, or if it was tweener girl speak. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Not anymore,” she sighed. “He dumped me cuz another girl let him touch her boobs.”

“You’re not ready to go that far?” I asked, growing more interested in her sex life despite my better judgment.

“I probably would have, if he’d asked,” she admitted. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, right? It’s just part of making out.”

“Well, maybe when you go back to school you’ll meet another boy, and you can give him your boob virginity.”

She sat up and faced me. “Now you’re just making fun of me,” she grumbled.

“You’re cute when you get mad,” I teased. “You make a big ‘O’ with your mouth. Makes you look like a guppy.”

“Stop,” she said, giving me a playful punch in the arm and trying unsuccessfully to stay mad, but unable to suppress a grin. She settled down then, and we went back to watching the movie. That didn’t last long, which wasn’t a surprise, given her short teenage attention span. She turned and looked at me. “We should kiss again,” she declared, making it sound like a command, not a request.

“Why?” I asked. Of course, the proper response would have been a stern no, but that didn’t occur to me.

“So you can see how much I’ve learned,” she said, almost challenging me.

“You’re too young to be kissing somebody my age. I’m not your boyfriend, I’m your...”

“Bodyguard. Yeah, I remember. I think you’re just chicken,” she said with a slight grin, using all of her rapidly developing charms.

Again, that’s when I really should have put my foot down and stopped her, but instead, I gave in to my fantasies and desires. I put my arm back around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “Show me,” I whispered.

This time the kiss was slow and gentle. Maybe Missy had learned a thing or two, or being in her living room was more relaxing than being in the woods. We took turns being the leader; first, Missy’s tongue explored my mouth, and then I tickled her with mine. I tried not to touch her other than putting my arm around her shoulders and holding her close. She wasn’t as shy. When we finally came up for air, I felt her hand rubbing over my lap, a repeat of what had happened in the woods. I didn’t think the kiss had been long enough or passionate enough to cause me to give me an erection, but it seemed that the light stroke of her hand had finished the job.