Chapter 1

(This house is perfect.) I thought as I looked around. The house had three bedrooms, the smallest one would fit all of my computer equipment, the largest would be my bedroom and the middle would be big enough to accommodate my ever-increasing library of books. Outside, through the front windows, I could see a selection of young teens, mostly girls I was happy to note, playing in the street. I made the usual non-committal comments about the place, took one final look around then left. Shortly after reaching my apartment I put in an offer for the full asking price, six weeks later they had moved out and I could move in.

I had reversed the car in the drive and was unloading some of my boxes and decorating equipment from the boot when I was startled by a "Hello!" from around the side of the car.

"What'cha doin'?" asked a petite teen who was stood just to the side of the car looking in the trunk. She had a cute heart shaped pixie face, light blond hair and emerald green eyes, she was dressed in a pale blue smock style dress that came down to her knees and her hair was tied in two ponytails with blue ribbons. With barely a-cup breasts.

(What a doll) I thought (Can't be more than 13 years old.) I said, "Hello, I'm moving in ... I've just bought the place and I'm going to decorate it before moving my stuff in. What's your name?" "My name's Tracy." She said as she stuck her hand out for a shake. "Pleased to meet you Tracy, my name is Ben," I smiled as I shook her hand.

"Can I help Mr Ben?" she asked, as she looked into the trunk again, curious what was there.

"Just Ben please Tracy, and I don't think so," I shook my head. She looked so saddened by my rejection that I continued, "Well, if you don't have anything better to do, you could help by holding the door for me, it keeps blowing closed."

"Sure." She squealed happily and ran to hold the front door, while I carried a box of books from the boot of the car and into the house.

I staggered with the box into the front room and dropped it on the floor. When I turned to leave I nearly bumped into Tracy, she had followed me into the room and was looking at the boxes I had already dropped there.

"What's in these?" she asked pointing at some of the boxes.

"Books," I replied smiling.

"And these?" she asked pointing at some others.

"More books," I smiled again.

"All these boxes are full of books?" she asked incredulously.

"Yep," I nodded, "but these are only some of my library." As I was speaking Tracy had crouched down next to one of the boxes and was opening the top folds. As she crouched there, looking at the titles, the hem of her dress slipped above her knees and I got a clear view up her dress to her panties. As she kept leaning into the box to pick out book after book, her knees got wider and wider apart, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her crotch. She was wearing pale-pastel-blue cotton panties with a hello kitty picture on the front, but my main focus was where her little pussy pushed out the tight material and her tight little slit was clearly defined.

I don't know how long I stood there staring, but my wonderful view was abruptly cut off when Tracy suddenly stood up. She must have been speaking but I had no idea what she had said.

"Pardon," I said, "sorry but I didn't hear that."

"I said," she said, with her hands on her hips, "that you have all the best authors, Heinlein and Asimov and the like."

"Oh, you like science fiction then?" I said surprised, my guess of her age must have been wrong, "I would have thought most of it would be too old for you."

"Yeah, I love Sci-Fi," she said laughing, and then realized what I had said and angrily continued, "What do you mean too old, I am 15 you know ... well I will be next month." With that, she stomped out of the house. After replacing the books back in the boxes, I returned to the car to bring in the rest of the gear.

I had returned with another load of stuff from my apartment and was again unloading the car when I heard Tracy's soft voice again.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly with her head lowered, "but I don't like people making fun of me."

I crouched down to her level and said seriously, but smiling warmly, "I'm sorry too. I was wrong to assume your age simply from your appearance, will you forgive me?"

"I guess so," she said, and then raised her head grinning, "as long as I can borrow some of your books."

"Well," I hesitated, "I don't usually lend books out to anyone."

Again she looked crestfallen so I continued, "But, I suppose I might lend you some if I can trust you."

"Oh, you can, you can." She said almost bouncing on the spot. "Hmmm," I said thoughtfully, "Maybe, but first I need to get the library sorted..."

"I can help," she interrupted me.

"To do that I need to get the shelves up, and before that I need to redecorate..."

"I can help, I can help," again, she was bouncing excitedly. I looked at my watch and said, "Well, it's nearly four so I thought I would drop off this stuff, then go get the paint I need and start tomorrow, bright and early. If you get your parents permission, then I'll be grateful for any help I get, ok?"

"Yeah!" she cheered, then ran to hold the door for me again.

The next morning I dressed in an old paint splattered T-shirt and a pair of old paint stained shorts. I arrive at the house reasonably early, but the day was already quite warm, and promised to be a scorcher. I took the paint tins up to my new library and opened all the windows on my way. I prepared the walls for painting and was stirring the paint in the first tin when I heard a knocking on the front door.

I ran down stairs and opened it to reveal a pedophiles dream come true. There stood Tracy, grinning with excitement. She had come to help dressed in a pale yellow bikini that looked a little too small. The bottoms were so tight that every crease of her little slit was clearly outlined, and I could clearly see the darker spots of her nipples through the tiny top.

I had to give the appearance of being "normal" so I asked Tracy, "Can you take me to your mum, I want to ask her something."

Tracy took hold of my hand and quickly dragged me across the road to her house, she then opened the door and ran in shouting, "Mum, Mr Ben wants to speak to you."

When she returned, Tracy was dragging a slightly older version of herself along with her.

I switched on the old charm and said in a serious tone to Tracy, "Tracy, I said I wanted to speak to your mum, not your older sister."

Tracy's mum smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Janet, Tracy's mum. You must be Mr Ben. Tracy told me you moved in yesterday."

I shook her hand and smiled, "Please just Ben. Yes I'm decorating before moving all my stuff in and Tracy has kindly offered to help. I just wanted to check and see if that was ok with you."

"More than she does around here." Janet smiled, then she looked at Tracy and continued, "you should change into something old if you're going to paint walls."

"Aww mum," Tracy groaned, "do I hav'ta, it's goin' to be hot."

"Well ... ok," Janet relented, "but don't get any paint on that costume, ok?"

After Tracy had agreed to her mother's demands, she and I returned to the house and headed to the middle bedroom. I stirred the paint again and then poured some into two trays. I gave Tracy the choice of roller or brush and was left with the brush. I gave Tracy some brief instructions on how to paint with the roller and then watched for a short while to ensure she was ok before turning to my own task.

When I had finished the edges of the second wall I turned to see how Tracy was doing. As luck would have it, I turned in time to see her bending to refill the roller from her tray.

The back of her bikini bottoms had wedged into the crack of her arse slightly, and her bikini clad pussy lips were pouched out between her legs, looking delicious. I suddenly had a wicked idea, I turned back to face my wall and held the brush near my leg with the paint laden bristles pointing backwards. I then carefully backed up into Tracy. When I heard a squeal of indignation I knew I had hit my target.

Well almost, I turned and started apologizing for "accidentally" bumping into her. I knelt and looked at Tracy's back and saw I had caught the top of her bikini bottoms to one side and the bottom of her back, "Oh no," I said in mock horror, "I got paint on your costume."

"Oh no, my mum'll kill me," she wailed in true horror.

"Not if I can get it washed out," I said, "Quick, into the bathroom."

We rushed into the bathroom and I wet a cloth and wiped the paint from Tracy's back and butt. The wet paint easily washed off of her back and out of the bikini but I said frowning, "It looks like it will need to soak to get it all out."

"Mum'll kill me," Tracy moaned again as she quickly pulled down the bikini and handed to me. I filled the sink and pretended to wash it thoroughly, even adding a little soap, then I turned back to Tracy.

She was stood with her hands modestly covering her little pussy and tits, blushing slightly, but still concerned about her bikini. I chuckled, "Much as I would like it, we can't have you running around the house naked, what would the neighbors think?" I stripped off my T-shirt and handed it to her and watched as she turned and put it on. It was long enough to cover her but only just covered her cute round butt. "We'd better leave them to soak for a while and carry on painting," I said as I shooed her out of the bathroom.

We returned to the library to continue painting, me with the brush and Tracy using the roller again. I kept looking over my shoulder at Tracy trying to catch a glimpse of her. Once, while I was staring at her back, she bent over to fill her roller again. This time I clearly saw a naked set of bald pale pussy lips pouched between her legs and got an instant hard on.

When I had finished the edges of the walls I swapped the brush for another roller and started to fill in the remaining bits Tracy couldn't reach. She frowned at me, not liking the fact that I could reach the top of the wall, and dragged over the stepladder and climbed up to paint the top of the wall that she had missed. I stood at the bottom of the stepladder to hold it steady and was able to look up the T-shirt at the most adorable little butt I had seen for a long time.

I didn't want to frighten Tracy with my lustful stares so I turned and sat on the bottom step and waited for her to finish painting. When she finally climbed down the ladder I suggested we check her bikini. When I removed it from the water and wrung it out, it was clean of course, Tracy squealed her delight. I hung it to dry on a nearby radiator and, considering it was close to lunchtime, I phoned out for pizza.

While waiting for the pizza delivery Tracy and I chatted about ourselves. I told her I was an IT consultant, mainly working from home. And I learned that Tracy's father had left her and her mother before she was born. I realized that her need for a father figure could work to my advantage if I was careful.

After eating Tracy put on her still damp bikini bottoms and returned my T-shirt. As she stood there waiting for me I said, "Do you know, you look like a model stood like that."

Tracy smiled and said, "Really? You don't think I'm too skinny?" "No way," I protested, "You look beautiful, I just wish I had a camera..." I then stood with a groan and said, "Well ... we'd better get on with the rest of the painting."

We finished the small bedroom (my office) and got a second coat on the library before we had to quit for the day. I escorted Tracy home and while there said to Janet, "Thanks for letting Tracy help today." And then to Tracy, "and thank you for doing such a good job."

Janet replied, "I was glad of a peaceful day." While Tracy just grinned.

The following day I again arrived fairly early and again opened all the windows in anticipation of another hot day. Again I head a knocking and grinned as I opened the door to another pedophiles dream. Tracy was wearing an old white crop top and a pair of worn faded pale blue swim shorts that were very tight. I ushered her in then followed her up the stairs. I had another hard on as I followed that cute butt in those tight short shorts.

Together we stormed through the painting, and managed to paint the master bedroom, put a second coat on the office and then a second coat on the master bedroom. The rest of the house was in reasonable decorative order, so together we had managed in two days what I had expected to take at least four.

When we had finished cleaning the last brush I said to Tracy, "I can't thank you enough for this help Tracy, I think I should pay you for your help."

"No, thank you," She said smiling.

"Well, if you won't accept money," I said, trying to find some form of payment, "I feel I should get you something."

"You could let me read your books," she said hopefully.

"We shall see about the books," I replied, "I meant something else, is there anything you really want?"

She thought for a while then said, "Not right now, but when I do I'll let you know, ok?"

Again I walked her home and thanked Janet for Tracy's help. While Tracy was out of the room I asked Janet, "I want to repay Tracy for all her help, is there anything she really wants or needs that I can get as a gift for her?"

"Well she really likes to read, science fiction of all things," She replied, "but what she really needs most is a friend. Most of the other children around here avoid her or make fun of her, and although she hides in her books, I can see it hurts her."

"I would be honored to be her friend." I said smiling.

"I think she may have a crush on you..." Janet started, but stopped short when we heard Tracy returning.

I bade them both a good evening and returned to my apartment for the night.

As I was ahead of schedule I decided to take the next few days easy. I returned to the house to measure the library walls for shelves. Not surprisingly, shortly after I started there was a knock at the door, Tracy had come over to help some more. Together we measured the walls and I noted the numbers down on my pad.

When I said I would be looking around the DIY shops, Tracy wanted to come along with me. I checked with Janet who was happy for another peaceful day. Tracy and I spent a great deal of time wandering around the shops looking for the ideal shelving, eventually I had to order the materials from a timber merchant, but at least they would be cutting it all to size.

I decided to take the rest of the day off and asked Tracy, "I feel in need of a treat, would you like to see a film?" Tracy enthusiastically agreed and we drove to the nearest multiplex. They had a good choice of films and we eventually decided on "Star Wars 2 -Attack of the Clones". As we watched the film I felt Tracy link her arm with mine, so I upped the stakes and moved my arm from between us, moved the seat arm out of the way and put my arm around Tracy's shoulder and pulled her into a cuddle. We sat like that for the rest of the movie, until near the end I felt Tracy's hand on my lap slowly creeping towards my zipper. Unfortunately she was not bold enough, the movie finished before she had reached anything fun, but it was promising.

The next few days were hectic, having the removal men moving all the stuff I've collected over the years. Tracy wanted to help again, so this time I let her oversee the delivery of my possessions, I told her which room was which and each box would be labeled, so it wouldn't be a problem.

Eventually everything was settled, I had all the furniture in where I wanted, all the non-book boxes unpacked and put away and all my computer equipment unpacked, setup and working. I invited Tracy and Janet over for a home cooked meal to celebrate and as a thank you for Tracy's help. I made a simple pasta and sauce dinner and in the short time it takes to cook I showed them both round the house. Janet was polite, but Tracy had seen it all before until we got to the office. She had not seen all my computer equipment, as it had remained at my apartment until I had moved it in my car, and she was very excited, asking if she could play on it, what spec it was, etc. of course I kept telling her, "Maybe later."

A few days later, while working on a recalcitrant program, I was interrupted by the new front door bell. As expected it was Tracy, she was wearing her divine little yellow bikini again. As I let her in I thought, (I wish I could get a picture of her in that.) then I realized I could. I listened as Tracy chatted while I tried to formulate a plan.

Tracy said something about shopping so I jumped in, "You know the shops around here don't you?"

"Yeah," she replied, "why?"

"One of my projects deals with pictures," I said, "so I thought I would buy a digital camera to help. Do you know any camera shops?"

"I dunno, but I could help you look," she said excitedly, "Lets ask mum."

Again Tracy grabbed my hand and dragged me over to her house and ran inside while I waited on the doorstep.

Janet came to the door alone and said, "Tracy's just changing into something more suitable, she wont be a minute."

"Ok," I nodded and asked, "and how are you?"

"Much the same Ben, thanks for asking," she smiled, "Sorry, but I don't know any camera shops, I'm afraid you'll have to look."

"No problem," I smiled back, "but if this trip takes a little while, do you mind if I treat Tracy to a burger."

"No I don't mind," she replied smiling, "as long as you bring me back a chocolate milkshake."

It was then that Tracy arrived at a run, "I'm ready," she announced grinning. She had changed into a hot pink crop top and tight denim shorts. She grabbed my hand and dragged me back to my driveway to my car.

The drive to the shops was dull, so to liven it up a little and to test the waters I said, "It was a shame you had to change out of that bikini."

Tracy grinned and just said, "Oh?"

"Yeah," I said, "you looked good enough to eat, very ... sexy."

"Really?" she asked surprised and blushing a little.

"Yes really," I said, "but don't tell anyone I said you are sexy, they might take it the wrong way, ok?"

"Ok." She said lightly, still grinning.

The trip would have been terminally dull if Tracy hadn't been there. She kept skipping in front of me then would try walking sexily by wiggling her hips, all the time giggling. As we walked around the shops looking for cameras Tracy kept stopping at the clothing stores and looking longingly at the displays. When she had again stopped at a display of bathing costumes I said, "What's wrong beautiful?" "Oh, nothing," she sighed.

"Go on, tell Mr Ben what's up," I insisted.

"Well," she smiled, "I wish mum could afford to buy me some new clothes."

"Why?" I said, "the ones you have are fine."

"But they're too small," she complained.

I knelt down and whispered into her ear, "I think the tight way they fit you looks very sexy."

She grinned at me and said aloud, "Really? You think I look..."

"Yep," I interrupted, "but keep it to yourself, we don't want to make the other girls jealous, do we?"

We carried on shopping and I managed to buy a good digital camera, able to take large pictures with high resolution, able to take movies and use flash memory cards. I also got four high capacity memory cards and a card reader. After shopping I took Tracy to the local McDonald's for a burger, and then we drove home. Janet smiled when I handed her the melted, almost-warm chocolate milkshake and said, "I was joking, but thank you anyway."

While Tracy was upstairs, I quickly and quietly talked with Janet about Tracy's birthday. "What do you think Tracy wants for her birthday?" I asked.

"Probably books," Janet replied, "she really needs some new clothes but I have to save up for her new school uniform, she starts her new school in September and they have a strict uniform."

"How about if I buy her the uniform then?" I offered "No," Janet said shaking her head, "it costs too much and I can't ask it of you. You don't even need to buy her anything, just a card and possibly a small gift would do."

"Well, don't worry," I said, "we'll sort something out."

Shortly after setting up the camera and beginning to familiarize myself with it there was a knock at my door. Thinking it was Tracy I rushed down to open it, but there stood both Tracy and Janet. I invited them in then Janet said, "I don't want to be an imposition, but I need a babysitter for Tracy on short notice..."

Tracy moaned, "Aww mum, I'm not a kid any more."

Janet continued without pausing, " ... and Mrs Pierce down the street is busy tonight..."

I nodded and said, "No problem, I'd love to," and then looked at Tracy and grinned.

Janet still rolled on, " ... and cant make it, and Tracy said you could do it, but I don't know you've already spent the day with her..."

then it almost visibly sank in, as I smiled, "Oh, you will?"

"Yes, I'd love to," I said, "What time from and to?"

"Well, I need to leave by seven, and it could be as late as one or two in the morning, is that ok?"

"Hmm," I said thinking and planning, "if it's going to be that late Tracy would probably be better off staying here the night, she can have my bed and I'll sleep on the settee."

"Oh thank you." Janet said and left to get ready.

Tracy was stood in my hallway watching Janet return home when I knelt beside her and said, "I've been setting up my new camera, how would you like to help me test it tonight?"

She quickly turned to me and squealed, "Can I, really?"

"Yep," I said smiling, "if you bring a few sets of clothes, some bathing suits or bikinis and some sets of underwear, when you come over you can be my beautiful fashion model, and I can take you picture. How does that sound?" Tracy blushed a little when I called her beautiful but nodded enthusiastically and cheered, "Yeah, I'm gonna be a fashion model!" she then quickly hugged me round the neck and briefly kissed me then ran home.

Later, when I went over to pick up Tracy, she had three supermarket bags she wanted to bring with her. As Tracy and I were leaving Janet said to me, "Don't let her stay up too late, no later than 10:30 ok?" then to Tracy, "You do as Ben tells you ok?" then to both of us, "You two have fun and play nice."

Without any planning Tracy and I both replied in unison, "Yes mum."

We then looked at each other in surprise and started laughing. Janet continued, "Oh, and Ben, could you please make sure Tracy has a bath tonight, thanks."

Tracy blushed and groaned, "Aww mum!"

When we got back to my place I walked into the kitchen and asked Tracy, "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes please," she nodded, "what you got?"

"Umm," I said checking the cupboards and fridge, "I've got cola, juice, squash, hot chocolate or water."

"A cola would be fine thanks," she smiled, and then excitedly asked, "So where's the new camera?"

"It's in the office," I said as I got the cola from the fridge, "why don't you take the your stuff upstairs and have a look and I'll bring your drink up." When she had gone I quickly took one of my precious Viagra pills, broke it in half, ground the half of it into powder and added it to Tracy's drink. I had read that Viagra worked on women as well as men, and so purchased some to get a little girl horny when I got the chance, and I felt that now was my best chance.

I took the prepared drinks up to my office and found Tracy looking through my computer. "Found anything interesting?" I asked as I gave Tracy her drink.

"No ... I wasn't ... I just..." she stammered looking guilty. "That's ok," I chuckled, "there aren't any games on that machine as I don't get to play many due to my work."

"What'cha do?" she asked as she took a gulp of her drink. "I write computer programs," I answered, still smiling. "What, games an' stuff?"

"No, nothing exciting I'm afraid," I grinned, "just boring stuff for businesses. Speaking of which, how about that help you promised ... little miss supermodel."

Tracy grinned at me excitedly and asked, "What should I do?"

"Finish your drink," I said, "and then follow me into the library."

She drained the rest of her drink, plunked the cup down and ran ahead of me into the library. I had previously tacked a pale blue dustsheet against one wall and setup some lights in there so all was set.

"I want you to pose in front of this sheet," I said, "it will give the pictures a neutral background."

"Ok," she nodded, as she stood in front of the sheet and struck a pose, "how's this?"

"Very good," I complimented her, as I snapped off a few shots as Tracy changed poses. I stopped and said, "Let's see what other fashions you've brought with you." We then entered my bedroom and emptied her bags onto my bed. To my great delight she had brought both the yellow and pale blue swimming costumes, a selection of dresses and tops and little panties and bras of various colors.

"Ok," I said briskly, "lets start with a beach theme. I want you to change into the yellow bikini, then put this dress on top, and we'll see what happens." I then handed her a pale pink dress with small blue flowers. I returned to the makeshift studio and a few minutes later Tracy entered.

"Don't you look beautiful," I grinned, Tracy just smiled shyly and blushed slightly, the dress she wore only came down to mid-thigh and the material was quite light. I had brought a towel and a bottle of sun cream in with me, and I suggested, "I thought you could pretend that you have gone to the beach to sunbathe and I'll take pictures, how does that sound?"

Tracy smiled at me, nodded and said "Ok."

I started taking pictures and softly giving her posing instructions. After snapping a few of her posing there, I said, "Ok Tracy, I want you to lay the towel down like you are about to sunbathe."

As she bent to do it I stopped her in poses. When she had the towel flat on the ground I posed her again, "Ok hold that pose..."

click! "Straighten your legs and bend from your hips..." click! "Move your feet a little farther apart..." click!

At this point the dress was hanging loose at the front and had ridden up at the back, when I was on the floor (as I was then) I could see up her dress to those tightly stretched bikini bottoms straining to hide her bulging pussy lips.

I got her to stand and slowly remove the dress to reveal the tight yellow bikini. I felt sure that the Viagra should have been having some effect, then I noticed something. When Tracy turned to one side I could see her nipples were erect. I continued to pose her in more sexy poses, each one showing off her bulging pussy, I could hardly contain myself. "Ok, let's try another set," I said feeling breathless with excitement, "Umm, why not try on the blue swim shorts?"

"But I don't have a top for them," she replied nervously.

"I don't think you'll need a top," I smiled, encouraging her, "I think you'll look great in just the shorts."

Tracy flushed and whispered softly, "Umm, ok then."

She returned wearing just the pale blue swimming shorts, but with her hands hovering in front of her chest, as if she were trying to hide her tits from my view. "You don't have to hide Tracy," I said softly and smiled.

"But..." she stammered nervously, "but I don't have big breasts."

"You look beautiful just the way you are," I said sincerely. She smiled back at me and relaxed some more, dropping her arms to her sides and allowing me to look at her small tits and erect nipples. I snapped off a few shots as she posed, but the shorts weren't as tight as I wanted. "Do you mind if I make a slight adjustment?" I asked hesitantly.

She looked at me curiously and shook her head no. I moved up to and knelt beside her before I pulled the hips of the shorts up to make them a very snug fit. Then grasping the front and back seam I alternated pulling front and back, sawing the crotch through her little slit. Tracy gasped at this friction, I glanced up and could see she enjoyed it, her eyes were half closed and her nipples were very hard.

Finally I had the shorts as tight up her pussy as they would go and as a final torture I ran my finger along the seam from between her pussy lips up to her little clit, causing Tracy to gasp again.

"Ok," I said as I got back into position on shaky legs, "lets see how that looks."

I could see that Tracy was also affected by my play.

When she turned to face me and pose, she was also shaky and her face and titties were flushed. As I posed her in more sexy and blatant poses Tracy's breathing grew heavier with her mounting excitement, but she remained willing to assume all the poses I wanted. During these poses I noticed that her pussy seemed to be getting fuller and more pronounced, then I saw the damp spot appear on the crotch of the shorts and thought, (it's now or never).

"Can you roll the top of your shorts down a little?" I asked, as calmly as I could manage. Tracy did so and I snapped some more shots then I said, "A little more." (click ... click) "Just a little more." By now the top of her shorts was rolled about half way down her tight butt cheeks and was just above her slit. Tracy had not been looking at the shorts when rolling them down, and was breathing heavily and trembling slightly.