©2003 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved.

Every day for a week now I had seen her in the park as I sat eating my lunch. I don't know why she attracted me so, but she did. I guessed her age at 10 or 11. 10 proved to be correct. She was a vivacious healthy young girl with collar length dark hair and the warmest brown eyes I'd ever seen and for some reason I didn't understand I felt a burning sexual desire every time I looked at her.

I had never been attracted to someone so young before. I am happily bisexual and had a childhood full of sexual activity, but only with boys and girls my own age. I'd never before lusted after a ten year old even if her tight little butt was just too arousing for words. It was also her face and her grown-up sense of self-assurance that attracted me. Her eyes were to die for and her pretty pink lips were just oh so kissable. Altogether Cheryl was quite a package.

After a week of watching her come by my bench in the park I approached her for the first time the following Monday. It was summer and Cheryl was out of school. On Thursday and Friday I had made eye contact with her and we'd both smiled at each other in recognition. I finally gathered the courage to ask for her name.

"Cheryl" she told me with a bright little smile. "I've seen you here lots. What's yours?" she boldly asked.

"I'm Star" I said. I saw her about to laugh. "I know, it's a funny name. My parents were hippies, what can I say?"

"I love your name!" she exclaimed with a giggle that sent shivers up and down my body.

With the introductions over she sat down beside me and we talked. I told her I was a social worker and my office was only two blocks away. I explained that I worked with alcoholics and drug addicts, which she seemed to find fascinating. She told me in turn that she had just finished grade 6 and came to the park every noon hour buy a pizza slice and some grapes that she mostly fed to the hungry seagulls. She loved the birds she told me. I found her oddly reluctant to talk much about her home life, so I left that subject alone.

Every day that first week we sat and talked, then I would go and help her feed the seagulls. She entranced me. At night I would masturbate to fantasies of her then feel guilty for having such thoughts. I was 28, a professional woman with a whole career at stake if I ever carried out my designs on young Cheryl. My feelings seemed out of control and their intensity frightened me.

I would look at Cheryl's slim young body dressed always in a pair of cotton shorts and a loose top that failed to hide the fact that her breasts had started developing. She never wore a bra and I actually caught myself trying to peek down her top when she bent over. I felt like some kind of horny teenaged boy hoping to cop a look! I also noticed her sneaking looks at my breasts too which drove me nuts. I'm a good 36C and have a trim figure that I'm proud of so I started wearing more revealing tops and tighter clothing hoping to entice more of her interest. It seemed to work.

On the job I would wear a light sweater or shirt to be more appropriate, but I'd take that off in the park when I met with Cheryl. It was a week before a big fireworks display that was going to happen at the beach nearby and I asked her if she would like to go with me, with her parent's permission of course.

"Gosh yes!" Cheryl exclaimed. "My mom won't mind. She's working that night so she won't need a babysitter," she told me. "She gets home around 2:00 am. Can I stay with you till then?" she asked.

Could she ever! I gave Cheryl my work and home phone number and asked her to have her mother call me if she liked. She never did. It seems she never took a lot of interest in her daughter's life, which I found tragic. Apparently her mother agreed without even talking to me on the phone, relieved only that she didn't need to pay a babysitter. Poor Cheryl I thought.

The first night of the fireworks I went to her apartment to pick her up. She lived only a few blocks away from me and the beach so we walked together and found a good spot to watch the show. The night was beautiful and clear but with a slight cooling breeze coming in off the ocean. It was perfect.

I had brought some blankets, cushions and some snacks for us, so we settled into our little corner of the universe and snugly awaited the 'Symphony of Fire' we were promised. Having Cheryl sitting so close to me was turning me on and I could feel my wetness building in my aching pussy. Like her I wore a pair of tight cotton shorts. I also added a spandex yellow top that I wore without a bra knowing that Cheryl would notice my nipples growing hard. She wore a plain white cotton blouse that also gave me tantalizing glimpses of her own pretty pink nipples through the light fabric. I pretended a calmness I truly did not feel.

At precisely 10:00pm the show began with a single rocket blazing its way straight up in to the air for hundreds of feet before exploding into a gigantic multi-colored flower. The half million or so of us gathered together gave off a collective 'Ooo' and 'Ahh' as the music started over the many loud speakers set up along the beach. Cheryl snuggled close into me as the sky lit up with a massive series of colorful explosions all set to coordinate with the Mozart concerto that played in the background. I put my arm around her and felt a wondrous rush flow through me every bit the equal in strength to the pyrotechnical display we were watching.

As the show went on each crack and bang of the rockets made Cheryl shiver a little and move closer in to me. Then she took my arm from around her shoulder and brought it across her body.

"You have beautiful hands," she told me as she held my hand up in hers. I looked over at her and kissed her on the cheek.

"So do you princess. In fact you are a very beautiful young girl," I said with a slight quiver in my voice. Oh my! Was I getting turned on!

Cheryl gently laid her cheek against mine and we stayed that way until the demonstration was over. The finale had red, green, white, blue and yellow fire exploding across the sky just like the orgasm I was soon going to have masturbating when we got to my place. I would excuse myself and go in to the bathroom and do the dirty deed before I did something I might regret.

I held Cheryl's small hand as we made our way through the exiting crowd to my condo just a few blocks away. The night was gorgeous and cool and everyone was in a good mood. It felt wonderful to be alive and holding Cheryl's dear hand in mine. I opened the front door of my building and took her into the elevator to my 5^th floor condo and let us in.

"Wow!" she exclaimed when she saw my place. I took pride in my living space and had it decorated in soft colors of white and gold. Odd bits of colour came out through the oil paintings I had collected and some of the small mementos and knick-knacks I had placed around the rooms. "You're place is beautiful! Can I use your bathroom?" she asked urgently.

So much for that plan. "Of course honey. It's at the end of the hall there, see it?" Cheryl nodded and ran down the hall and closed the door.

As I awaited her return I put my hand down beneath my shorts and between my legs. I was sopping wet. What on earth was I going to do? When Cheryl returned all smiles and compliments about my bathroom I told her to get ready for bed while I took a shower. After, we'd have a snack before turning in. Cheryl's mother had agreed that she could sleep over rather than return half awake at 2:00 am.

I got into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. My nipples were aching with desire and my pussy practically dripping with arousal. Just a few seconds under the water and one hand found my breasts and the other my clit. I came rapidly and hard. Shudders of pleasure shot through my body in waves. With the immediate tension eased I leisurely finished my shower and dried myself off.

Wrapping a towel around myself I headed for my bedroom and caught sight of Cheryl staring at me as I emerged from the bathroom. She had changed into a white T-shirt and (I presumed) some panties underneath, exactly what I was about to don. I quickly changed in my room and came back out to join her in my kitchen.

My dark hair was short and dried quickly so I'd just towel-dried it for now and combed it out. I was wearing a thin white cotton T-shirt extra large, white cotton panties and no bra. I wanted to see Cheryl's reaction to my unbound boobs as my nipples clearly stood out against my shirt. The hem of it came to the tops of my thighs.

"Ooo you have such nice legs!" Cheryl cooed at me as I sat down at the kitchen table.

"Thank you, and so do you young lady," I said with a laugh then patted her knee. That touch was electric. "Would you like some ice cream?" I inquired a little shakily.

Cheryl looked up at me with something like wonder in her eyes then gazed down at my erect nipples poking through my thin T-shirt. She simply nodded yes. Wow, was she interested! I gave my ass a little roll as I headed for the fridge. As I returned with the ice cream her eyes again took in my body before settling on my face.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked her playfully yet full of lust.

Cheryl turned beet red "I-I'm sorry Star, but you have such a nice figure," she murmured guiltily.

"Oh honey! Please! I like you looking at me! I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I like looking at you too. You are a very pretty girl, do you know that?" I asked her.

"Really?" she replied. "Nobody's ever told me that before," she said with some astonishment.

"Yes you are. Hasn't your mom ever told you that?" I asked her.

"N-no. My mom doesn't seem to care about me much. She only tells me to be good and behave myself. She never says she loves me or that I look nice or anything." A tear fell from her eye then more tears came silently flooding out. My heart ached for her.

As she told it to me Cheryl's mother had never married and worked nights as a bartender at a downtown club. Her mother just never seemed to have time for her. She was never cruel and she earned enough to keep them both in reasonable comfort materially. She was just absent emotionally to Cheryl, who had gotten what nurturing she could from the many babysitters her mother had provided over the years. She had no idea who her father was nor did she know of any other family.

"Oh Cheryl!" I exclaimed and hugged her close to me. "I love you. I love you dearly, little one." I said as I rocked her in my arms. The poor child. How could anyone emotionally neglect a young girl like this? "I want you to know that I will always love you sweetheart. I'm here for you. I am your true friend." I gently stroked her silky dark hair and held her head against my chest. My love fought with my lust for her.

Then Cheryl did something completely unexpected. She pulled back a little, looked up at me then kissed me full on the lips. It was a brief kiss but I definitely felt the fullness of her lips and that soft erotic pressure that signaled more to come. I also tasted her salty tears and tried wiping then away with my fingers.

"I know you are," Cheryl whispered to me then moved back to her chair and became suddenly interested in her bowl of ice cream. A little shaken by events I followed suit and scooped in a couple of mouthfuls myself.

"Cheryl honey, where would you like to sleep? I can fix you up all nice and cozy on the couch or you can bunk in with me in my big old bed. There's lots of room." I held my breath.

"Gosh, can I sleep with you? That would be so cool!" Cheryl burst out.

"Yes, baby. And every night your mom works if you like," I told her gently. She rushed into my arms and hugged me close.

"Oh thank you Star! I love you too. A whole lot. More than anyone I've ever known!" she declared into my shoulder. Waves of lust collided with surges of compassion within me as I felt her solid young body close to mine.

"Okay little one. Let's go to bed now," I said abruptly as I felt control over my own feelings starting to slip. Our ice cream was finished and I could tell she was tired. I put the bowls in the dishwasher then took her hand and led her into my sanctum sanctorum.

Cheryl was so sweet. She praised my room and found my bed wonderful to fall into. I let her get used to the space then lifted up the covers and settled in. She quickly followed me and we both lay on our sides facing each other and grinning like Cheshire Cats. Then she did it again. She kissed me. It was a light kiss but hinted at something more.