Chapter 5

Sunday night dinner at the Morse's was pot roast. When he arrived at Lindsey and Trey's house the delicious aromas had his mouth watering in just seconds. As he closed the door behind him, Trey came flying down the steps and jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck, her legs automatically circling his waist in a tight hug. Clasping his hands together under her butt, Robbie carried her into the kitchen where Lindsey was putting the finishing touches on dinner.

"He's here! He's here!" Trey shouted as Lindsey looked over at her daughter with a loving smile. "Are you trying to kill him already, Sweetheart? He just got here!" "I'm just making him feel welcome" Trey responded.

Over the wonderful meal, Lindsey told Robbie that Trey couldn't stop talking about how he had helped her with her geometry. "Her teacher told me when I picked her up on Friday afternoon that Trey seems to be doing better on all her subjects over the past couple of weeks, and that she was especially pleased with how well Trey had taken to the geometry that she had introduced during math class that week. Trey talked all the way home about how easy you made it to understand."

"I really want to thank you, Robbie. You're doing so much for both of us! But it just doesn't seem fair, for you to be doing so much for us, and all you're getting in return is a dinner once a week?"

" Lindsey, you have no idea how much I'm getting out of this!" ("and I hope to God you never find out!" he added to himself.) "In just these past couple of weeks, my eyes have been opened to a whole new world, and I'm enjoying the heck out of it! I feel like I should be paying you! So, believe me, this one dinner each week is more than enough!"

The three of them worked together to clean up after dinner and then just enjoyed visiting for a couple of hours. Lindsey updated him on her new work responsibilities and how much she was enjoying both the job and the traveling she was now required to do. He told them about a new customer tracking program he had just completed for one of his clients, and that he expected to have a new project to start on at the end of next week.

"You'll be certain to tell me if anything comes up so that watching Trey becomes a problem, won't you," Lindsey asked? "Don't be silly" Robbie answered, "that's the great thing about running my own business. I can pretty much always set my own schedule, and this time with Trey, and with you over these dinners, is a pretty big priority for me now! So don't even hesitate to let me know if any other requirements come up and you need extra help."

"Robbie, you are such a dear!" "Yep, I am!" he affirmed, with a twinkle in his eye. "I'll be seeing you Wednesday afternoon, Munchkin" bending down to give Trey a big smooch on her forehead, leaving her giggling as he left to head across to his home.

"How about meatball sandwiches for dinner tonight," Robbie asked Trey as he picked her up at the church / school on Wednesday? " Oh Yum! That sounds GREAT," Trey exclaimed as she climbed into the car and buckled up. It was a quick stop at "Tony's" to pick up the sandwiches, then another quick stop at the Morse's house so Trey could pick up her duffle (and Teddy!) and they pulled into Robbie's driveway before 5:30.

They finished eating before 6:00 and, after clearing away the little bit of mess from dinner, Trey headed right off to Robbie's study to take care of her homework. She finished by 7:30 and went right upstairs to take her bath and get ready for bed. Bouncing down the stairs a half hour later with her face scrubbed and her hair still a little damp (as usual) Robbie asked her " So, what should we do tonight, Little One?"

"Wrestle! Wrestle! Wrestle!" Trey didn't hesitate with her excited response. "Wrestle? Again? Don't you want to do something else tonight, " Robbie teased? "No, I wanna wrestle! I'm getting better!" "O K then, let's get set up."

They cleared the center of the floor and Robbie directed her over to her "starting line" while he set himself onto his knees. "DingDingDing"

Trey ran across in her standard attempt to knock him over, and Robbie allowed himself to be pushed over. She immediately jumped on top of him, straddling his stomach. Since she was again wearing one of her older nightgowns, her position gave him a wide open view of her panties, which also appeared to be an older well worn pair, snuggled as they were around her puffy mound. She appeared to be completely oblivious to the view she was affording him, concerned only with her efforts to jam her fingers into his ribs and attempting to tickle.

Robbie grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down onto his chest, pretending to try to get away from Trey's tickle attack. As he shifted himself, Trey found that she ended up stretched out on top of him, but they each continued probing efforts to disable each other. Of course, Trey was more vulnerable and soon found herself sliding further down, until somehow her legs were wrapped around one of Robbie's muscular thighs.

Robbie unobtrusively raised the knee of the leg Trey was straddling and began an almost imperceptible rocking motion while he continued to appear to fight her efforts to attack his ribs with her fingers. She continued to giggle as he clasped her two hands together and held them in one of his big paws. Trey struggled to free herself, so he used his free hand to push on her back so that her torso would be pressed up against his chest, with their clasped hands captured between them.

The bouncing of Robbie's thigh against Trey's crotch was beginning to cause tingles to radiate through her mound. She caught her breath when their jiggling fingertips began to brush against her breasts. She started to move her captive hands back and forth, not trying to get away but thinking he wouldn't notice that she was thereby moving both of their hands so that the back of his hand was inadvertently stroking the sensitive swellings on her chest. Quickly, her nipples erected and Robbie easily discerned their sharp points scraping across the back of his hand.

He slowed and soon stopped the motion of his leg, smiling as he noted that Trey didn't stop the motions of her pelvis against his thigh. Robbie knew it wasn't going to take much to have her ready to take over the peak tonight; he was going to insure that he would carefully control the building fire within her so that she would no longer be able to control her body's most primitive and basic responses to her awakening sexual yearning need.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and Trey was starting to puff with a tight lipped grimace, the pace of her thrusting increasing. Robbie decided it was time to level her off for a while. He dropped his knee back to the floor, reducing the pressure on her crotch, then pushing against her chest so she was raised back up into a sitting position. He let go of her hands, placing both hands on her shoulders and pulling her into his chest as he too sat up, now with her in his lap.

He turned her so she was sitting sideways across his knees and began to lightly scratch her back with his fingernails. Trey shivered and hunched her back to offer up more of her back to this new pleasure. Lifting her chin and looking into her eyes, Robbie whispered, "Is it time for our first rest period yet?"

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded in agreement, sliding off his lap and taking up her standard position on her back beside him. Trey reached for Robbie's hand and pressed his fingertips to her lips, this time giving them a feathery dry kiss before sliding her hands down over his wrist and arm to settle it again against the front of her torso.

Robbie allowed Trey to lead him as today she kept one hand at his wrist, sliding the other the rest of the way down to his elbow. She began to steer his upper arm back and forth across her breasts while surreptitiously pressing his elbow against her groin. Trey continued to guide his arm to pick up the motion she wanted, gradually letting her head fall back, eyes closed with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. As if in a daze, Trey wasn't even fully aware that she herself was actively controlling his movements, that she was maneuvering his arm to have his forearm brush back and forth from one swollen breast to the other, delightfully, painfully rubbing across her rock hard nipples, pressing his elbow down and into her firming, throbbing pubis.

Breathing deepening, eyes squeezing shut, smile becoming a grimace, Trey's body was now actively responding, writhing as her groin tilted. As her hips began to hump up against him, Robbie began to discreetly lift his elbow, causing her to raise her crotch ever further into the air to achieve the contact she needed. And she was obviously in need. Pure sexual need, her body awakening to yearnings she had never before experienced.

Robbie decided to stretch out this "rest period" to see just how heated up she could make herself. Trey was continuing to hold tightly onto his arm, one hand up at his wrist and the other closer to his elbow. She was beginning to pull his arm down so that his fingers slid off of her face, onto her throat and then to the top of her chest.

Now Trey moved her hand up from his wrist to cover the back of Robbie's hand and again was wiggling her torso back and forth while now guiding his hand to slide from one side of her chest to the other. Her other hand was pressing harder against his elbow, prodding it into a tiny circular rhythm now centered right at the top of her crack.

Trey was now on autopilot, almost completely zoned out, oblivious to what she was doing. Her entire being was focused on the feelings that were becoming stronger, overwhelming. Rob carefully watched as her rocking and humping increasingly became almost violent. Her head was thrown back, eyes screwed tightly shut, mouth open with teeth clenched, appearing to be nearly in pain, her body rising, supported by her head and shoulders and feet, taut like a bow.

Without even realizing it, Trey was starting to grunt, loudly, in time with her tremors. "Ungh; Ungh" lunging; pressing. "UUNgh; UUNgh" humping; thrusting; "UUNNGgh; UUNNGgh" hips churning; pubis vibrating; "UUNNGgh; UUNNGGhh" muscles now straining; "UUUNNNGGhh."

Desperate now, she thrashed on the floor, her pelvis thrusting, humping grasping. Her chest becoming flushed, she had now taken Robbie's hand and pressed it onto her heaving breasts. Out of control now, keening, twisting, humping she had lost all inhibitions, all modesty. Gasping, thrusting, almost... almost... almost...

Robbie chose that moment to "notice" what she was doing, suddenly yanking his arm away, stuttering and stammering an apology, telling Trey that he was so very sorry, he hadn't meant to touch her like that, he wasn't paying attention, and on and on and on. All that Trey knew was that she wanted - no, she needed - that pressure back on her mound; she took his arm and placed it back in the spot she wanted. Only this time, it wasn't Robbie's elbow, instead it was his hand, and she was so worked up that she started to cry, begging Robbie to rub her "there". And while Robbie continued to protest that he shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong for a man to touch a little girl like this, Trey kept begging and pressing his hand deeper and deeper between her legs.

Trey continued humping, now into his hand, pinching and pulling on her own nipples, desperate, gasping thrusting, trying to work his fingers further into the crease between her legs that kept screaming to her in desire. She needed to get... needed to get... oh God, she needed needed needed

Trey's entire body was now stretched taut as a bow as if in a gymnast's bridge position, but her pudenda was thrusting even further in obscene desire, legs and quim quivering, humping gasping pressing his fingers into her folds, soaked panties lubricating his fingers, reaching, thrusting, humping "AH Ah Ah Ah Ah AH AAHHHHHHH" crashing over into a climax, not knowing what it was or what to expect, just knowing that she wanted these feelings to come again and again. She lay in a semi stupor, keeping Robbie's hand locked against her quim while several smaller aftershocks pulsed through her body, till she finally lay still.

As she began to regain her senses, she started to become unbearably embarrassed as she began to remember rubbing her private place against Robbie's arm and hand, but the feelings she got from it were so amazing, she couldn't help herself. She begged and pleaded with Robbie not to stop touching her, until she finally slumped back, exhausted.

"Well, that sure looked like fun," Robbie whispered, "but I can't believe how much trouble we're gonna be in when your mom finds out what we did."

"Ohhhhhh, it was sooooo good! What happened? Do we have to tell Mom?"

"I don't know," Robbie fibbed, "but it looked to me like you were having an orgasm. And little girls and boys aren't supposed to have orgasms."

"I'm not a little girl! And it was so great! Why can't I have one? And why do we have to tell Mom?"

"I can tell you're not a little girl any more! Only an older girl would be able to cum that hard."

"Cum?"

"That's another word for orgasm. And we have to tell your mom since I'm responsible for you while you stay here. Boy, am I ever going to be in BIG trouble!"

"Why are you in trouble? It was me that had the oragazum."

"Yeah, but orgasms are part of sex. And older guys are not supposed to do any kind of sex things with young girls. Oh God! I'll probably go to jail!"

"Sex stuff? What's that? I don't want you to go to jail. Do we have to tell Mom? What if we don't tell her?" pleaded Trey.

Trey's questions confirmed to Robbie just how totally naive and innocent she still was. Obviously, Lindsey had done a very thorough job of shielding her from all of the "bad stuff" on television and everywhere else, and since her only other socializing was at the church school, she really didn't have a clue what she had experienced and what it was all about. She only knew it was the greatest feeling she'd ever had, and hoped to find ways to feel it again.

"Can't we just keep playing like we've been doing? I cross-my-heart promise never to tell anyone!" Trey begged.

"Well, I don't know... " Robbie appeared to be considering.

"Please — please — please" whined Trey.

"Are you absolutely certain you can keep it a secret? And that you'll only play these games when we are alone together? If you ever forgot and started to play around at home and your mom caught you..."

"I promise!"