Chapter 7: Kimmy's Friend Nikki, Part 1

Kimmy lived with me Mondays through Fridays after that. To avoid a repeat of our first day's game of Russian roulette, I arranged through a doctor friend for her to go on the Pill.

Over the next few weeks the kid transformed from a shy innocent teenager into an insatiable sex machine. Her little fist was always wrapped around my cock, and we fucked four or five times a day, every day—when we woke up in the morning, a second time after breakfast, a third when we came home at night, and at least a couple of times in the evening while watching TV or lying in bed. The kid was wearing me out.

I was a bit concerned that I'd become some sort of perverse father figure in Kimmy's life—she called me Daddy now whenever we screwed. I wanted to talk to her about it but wasn't sure how to start

Kimmy's mother flew home on Fridays and out again on Sundays, so Kimmy stayed with her on the weekends and I rarely saw them except to say hello. That was okay; it gave me a chance to recharge my middle-aged battery before the next session of frenetic fucking. I thought I was doing well keeping up with this voracious little nymph's sexual demands five days a week, but okay, I admit it, I'm not the Eveready fucking bunny.

I had set up two small ladders on either side of the fence that separated Kimmy's backyard from mine so my nosy neighbors wouldn't see her coming over. She returned home before eight each evening to take her mother's phone call, and then climbed the fence again to join me for another round of fun and games.

One day in mid-October I came home from the office and found Kimmy and a girlfriend working at the kitchen table. The record-setting Indian summer had tapered off somewhat, but it was still unseasonably warm. The girls were dressed in Daisy Duke shorts and lightweight tank tops. Two tiny nubbins poked through Kimmy's mint-green top in the centers of her lemon-sized breasts. The other girl appeared to be totally flat, although other than that she was beautiful.

"Hi, Sam," Kimmy said. "This is my friend Nikki."

I offered my hand to the girl. "Hi, Nikki. Pleased to meet you."

Nikki shook it. "Hi," she said, her cheerful smile showing off two rows of perfect teeth.

I didn't like Kimmy bringing friends home without asking. I was trying to keep a low profile with this underage nymph, and thought the fewer people who saw us together the better. I just wanted to get my dick wet in a little young stuff, not spend the next ten to twenty years behind bars.

"Nikki..." I said, gingerly holding onto the young girl's hand after the handshake had ended. "That's a pretty name."

"Short for Nikita," she said. She told me she was of Russian and Romanian descent. Her smooth, unblemished skin was dark-complexioned. The hair that fell halfway down her back was straight and black.

I leaned my elbows on the table and cupped my chin in my hands, trying to look comical. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked Kimmy.

"Working on our science project for the fall fair," she said. She paid me scant heed as she pored over her notes.

"Are you two in the same class?" I directed my question to Nikki this time.

She giggled at my ridiculous pose "No, I'm only in grade nine. Kimmy's a year ahead of me. We're still best friends, though."

As the girls chatted, I admired Nikki's delicate face. Being a year behind Kimmy in school, I figured she must be fourteen, but her exquisite features made her look far more mature. While most girls her age might be described as cute, this little creature was beautiful, almost womanly beautiful. Her face was slender with high cheekbones, centered by a small, perfectly sized and shaped nose. Her lips were thin but well-defined, coated with a thin sheen of pink lip-gloss. Her eyebrows were thick and dark, like Brooke Shields', her beautiful eyes large and a deep liquid brown, almost black. I could get lost quite easily in those two mysterious pools, I thought.

"We're having a soda, Sam," Kimmy said. "Want one?"

"No, thanks," I said. "Not right now."

The girls stood from their chairs and walked to the fridge. Nikki was very slim and quite a bit taller than Kimmy's five-foot-nothing—maybe five-five. And while Kimmy's Daisy Dukes were fairly short and a bit snug, and just nicely displayed the soft swell of her buttocks, Nikki's shorts were outright obscene. They were skin-tight and cut on a high angle around the thighs and up the back, showing me almost the complete cheeks of her tight, round ass. She was obviously wearing either thong panties or no panties at all. The shorts were so tight that the crotch had invaded the crack of her slit. As she walked, her labia looked like they were trying to wrap themselves around the thin strip of denim separating the two leg holes. What kind of parents would let their daughter run around like that, I wondered. In spite of my disgust, my cock started to twitch in my pants.

The girls returned to the table, and I retired to the den to tend to some business. A half-hour later I heard the TV in the living room come on, and figured Kimmy and Nikki had decided to relax for a while from their studies. A few minutes later Kimmy strolled into the den and plopped down on my lap. "Whatcha doin', big boy?" she said, wrapping her thin arms around my neck and licking my face.

"Just some catch-up stuff."

"Bo-ring." She trailed her tongue across my lips, then poked it between them and swirled it in my mouth. Her hips squirmed on my rapidly swelling dick. "And what do you call this?" she asked, grabbing my prick through my gray wool pants.

"Arthur," I said in my best Liverpudlian accent, recalling George Harrison's classic retort to the rude reporter in the Beatles' flick A Hard Day's Night.

"Huh?" Kimmy said. She tilted her head back and regarded me like I had just crawled from the primordial muck. The generation gap had finally reared its ugly head.

"Nothing," I said, preferring to lie to this child rather than explain who the Beatles were.

"We missed our after-school fuck," she purred, resuming her cat-like licking of my face.

"Oh, did we?" I slid my hand under her top and caressed her baby breasts.

She slid off my lap and down my legs. Kneeling between them, she unzipped my trousers. She extracted my thickening bone, locked her lips around it, and began sucking it with long, excruciatingly slow head-strokes. As her lips tugged at my engorged crown, I looked over toward the door. My heart dropped when I saw Nikki standing there, on her tiptoes, watching intently while Kimmy devoured my bone. She noticed me staring and winked, then pressed her index finger to her lips.