Chapter 1

This version of the story has been re-edited and re-proofed

Story intro: Don's infatuation with a beautiful young girl develops into a stirring love story. What started out as a casual relationship between two neighbors' results in a new daughter for Don?

Life has been good to me. Sitting, enjoying my backyard with a cup of coffee and my newspaper as the world slowly goes by.

Located in an older residential neighborhood, all the homes have mature trees and well groomed lawns. Only being here the last five months I haven't met any of my neighbors formally but today that changes. For some unknown reason everything at work went right and I am able to leave the job earlier than the usual eight PM. It is three in the afternoon and I am enjoying the peace and quiet of my back yard, it is the first time. The lawn service keeps it trimmed and the flower beds well groomed.

I'm fifty-one, living alone, my two children are both married and live about four hundred miles from me. We talk occasionally, but both of them have very busy lives. I enjoy this private time. My wife had past away some fifteen years ago from cancer. It hit me hard. Then putting all my energy into my work brought me back to life. It paid big dividends as my income level will attest. I'm more than comfortable. My housekeeping service cleans three times a week. That sometimes has me wondering why; as I only use three rooms, the kitchen, bedroom and the study. The rest of the house stands vacant.

Occasionally in the early mornings I have noticed the next door neighbor. He is a large burly colored man in the construction trade as he is always wearing a hard hat and coveralls; leaving the house he usually squeals the tires, a real pain for the neighbors. He has a daughter but apparently no wife. She appears to be in the twelve or so age group; with black wavy hair done in long braided strings. Her young body is just starting to develop. Her clothing appears out of style, perhaps hand-me downs, but she always looks clean and very well groomed. Perhaps the family is going through some hard times.

In the back yard is located a small pool surrounded by incredible landscaping; evidence the former owners put a lot of money into it. There are many bird houses full of a large variety birds; it is just like a natural wonderland, a great place to relax. Looking at the pool and wondering if it will ever get any use. The pool service keeps it clean and makes sure the chemicals are in balance. I don't have time

Then I hear a door slam next door. From where I am sitting looking down the fence line; it appears one of the boards is out of place, a small crack allows me to see into the back yard of my neighbor. Not being out here often I hadn't noticed it before. The young girl is wearing a two-piece white bathing suit which appears to be two sizes too small. The white of the bathing suit contrasts her light ebony skin. She has a very interesting figure with her young breasts pushing the fabric and the bikini bottoms are hidden in the crack of her bum accenting well-shaped cheeks. She has a very eye-catching face and reminds me of the daughter my wife and I never were fortunate to have.

Enjoying the thought for a moment and then it is back to my paper. Thinking about how quiet and peaceful it is; more of my time should be spent enjoying this setting. My stomach growls it is past dinner time. Actually barbeque time as I had purchased a unit, assembled it, tested it even bought the steaks but have never had the time to enjoy it. Thawing the steaks will take some time but it will be worth it. Lighting the barbeque the lid drops with a bang.

"Hello."

It is the young beauty next door.

"Hi. How are you?"

"Good. I was wondering if you are ever going to use your pool."

"That is a good question. I keep thinking about it but never seem to have the time."

"Mr. Pearce, the former owner, used to let me use it."

"If you like, you can continue to use it. As you likely know it is maintained so somebody should get some use out of it."

With that comment part of the fence moves showing a very good job of camouflaging a door. Now I know why the fence board appears to be out of place.

Close up the young girl is radiant and very sensual looking. She moves with feminine grace. The fabric of her swimming suit is like a second skin. Her developing body is like a magnet to my old eyes. She is stunning.

"My name is Leeza."

As she walks towards me with her hand extended, my eyes are glued to her pubes outlined in her very tight bikini bottom.

"Don Parsons. I'm pleased to meet you, Leeza."

I can't help myself; my eyes engulf her body, and then back to her pubes. The bikini bottoms leave nothing to the imagination. Her pubes appear very large as the material outlines every detail, it could be these old eyes; it appears there are a few black curly hairs escaping their confines as well, what mysteries lie hidden behind that thin cloth covering? My Woody reacts and my mouth tastes dry, what the hell is wrong with me, Leeza is a young girl, my thoughts are comparing her to a woman.

"That is quite the gate. I never even knew it was there and I have been living here six months."

"Well, I have been watching. You haven't used your backyard so you wouldn't have any reason to notice it. Mr. Pearce had the gate put in two years ago so I could come over and use the pool. The Pearce's are like you, they didn't use the pool often."

"Well, feel free to use the pool anytime. I work long hours so it will be good to know someone is taking a look in the backyard on a regular basis."

"Thank you."

With that Leeza dives into the pool. Watching her movements enjoying her obvious expertise; she is a very apt swimmer demonstrating a number of different strokes as slides through the water. Back to my paper, it doesn't have as much appeal as it did. Leeza is a very disturbing influence, at least that is the excuse, my eyes follow her every movement.

Finally climbing out of the pool, she sits down beside me, water pouring off her body, yes those are black hairs, research confirms. Then her nipples take precedence pushing out against the small coverings of her top. They are the size of small grapes. My interests are looking at her sexually when I should be enjoying the company of a young girl. Is there something wrong with me?

"Can I get you a towel?"

"Oh thank you. I would like that."

Heading to the house I can see her refection in the windows following me. Opening the door to the sunroom holding as it she walks by. Her lush body has me tingling all over, panting like a teenager. Handing her a towel, she dry herself. As she leans over; Leeza gives me a great view of her breasts. They are appealing, well proportioned to her body to her body size, just begging to be caressed. Leeza is all women; shit, there I go again.

She looks at me with her disarming smile. She and her dad have lived next door for the past two years. He is a pipe-fitter who works long hours, usually out of town, leaving her alone most of the time. Her mom was killed in an auto accident over four years ago. That thought seems to bring a tear in her eye. She is twelve, in middle school doing quite well and is in the top five of her class.

"A good education is very important part of your life. It will provide you with the stepping stones for your future."

Isn't that a mouthful? She continues to tell me about her interests and school; it is good to have such pleasant company, something that has been missing in my life. Her dad apparently drinks often when he is home and sometimes gets a bit rough with her. Asking her to elaborate, she changed the subject. I don't want to pry.

My stomach is growling again. The barbecue is waiting.

"Is your dad coming home tonight?"

"No. He is working late and won't be home till after 10:00."

"The barbecue is hot and ready. Would you care to join an old man for dinner? I can promise you a good steak and a tasty salad."

"Thank you, I certainly would. I get so bored eating alone all the time. My cooking isn't the best."

"One thing I do well is cook, something I have always enjoyed. It will be a pleasure to have your company."

"Great I will go home and change."

With that she gets up and heads to the concealed the gate. Leeza's shapely bottom mesmerizes me swinging too and fro what a sight for these old eyes, not to mention what it does to my lower growing protrusion, there I go again!

Checking the barbecue, confirms it at the correct temperature. A good thing there are two steaks to a pack since there is now a guest for dinner. When in the kitchen preparing the salad there is a sound near the pool, it is Leeza.

"Where are you?"

"In the kitchen just come in through the sun room and follow your nose."

The door opens and there is movement towards the kitchen. The salad is just about done.

"What sort of salad dressing do you like?"

Turning around facing her, nearly cause me drop every thing. Leeza is wearing narrow halter top and very short, shorts. A vision has come to my home. It appears that everything is glued on her. There are times when a clothed person is even more appealing than a naked one. Leeza is that person. I am tongue tied and flabbergasted.

"French if you have some, is there anything I can do?"

"If you would like to help; please set the table. The utensils are in that drawer behind you."

She turns, her back towards me showing those beautiful bum cheeks. She will surely break many hearts as she grows up. She has mine pumping. Oh to be fifteen again and on the prowl.

Dinner goes well. Leeza is a bundle of information. She is looking forward to her birthday three months hence when she will be a teenager. She informs me she is on the school swim team, doing very well but needs a competition bathing suit, something about water resistance, the brand name is Speedo. But her dad says he can't afford it. It has me thinking he likely needs the money for booze.

She has an older brother in the Army who is currently serving is in some foreign country. He won't be back for another six months; she doesn't want to ask him for help. Leeza doesn't have a boyfriend. She has been asked for dates many times. Her father says she is too young. She does have a couple of close girl friends at school but they live in different areas thus she is alone most of the time so she studies.

Now on the deck beside the pool; we sit and enjoy the lovely scenery. It is so peaceful and it a real shame that I hadn't taken advantage of it before today. In addition Leeza may have been part of the scenery much sooner. She is a pleasure to be with and to enjoy. It is an effort not to stare. Her breasts and nipples are visual magnets. The way the material is molded to them makes my senses very aware of this beautiful young female. Leeza voice is like music as she elaborates her concerns about life.

"I think I will go in for another swim. You don't mind?"

"Of course not, enjoy the pool somebody should. Watching you swim reminds me of my younger days many years ago. I may get up the nerve join you."

"Oh please do, but you may regret it."

"Don't get smart now. I'm bigger than you and can dunk you."

Leeza sticks her pink tongue at me as she runs to change. For the life of me and even racking my brain trying to recall where my bathing suit could be; draws a blank. It hasn't shown up since the move. Where is it? My mind is searching and finally comes up with the answer. Recalling it was last seen hiding in the bottom drawer of my bedroom bureau.

In the bedroom locating the suit; the next big question is will it still fit, it has been awhile since using it. Fortunately my body hasn't change much in three years, last since using it.

Sitting in a lounge chair I wait for Leeza to reappear. She does, her undersized wet bathing suit glued to all her charms. Leeza is someone who most males would be willing to serve as her slave in return for her favors. It seems to surprise her noticing me sitting in my suit.

"What took you so long?"

"Have you ever tied to put on a wet bathing suit?"

"All you had to do was a yell and I would have come over to help you."

Enjoying the view, a small smile on my face, she would be shocked to know I really meant it, imagining her struggle to wiggle into a suit that is wet and too small. But she manages and looks like a wet dream. Following her every move, Leeza certainly isn't helping my blood pressure.

Watching she dives into the pool; beauty in motion.

"Come on in; coward."

She is taunting me. Walking to the edge of the pool, bravely sticking one toe into the water, it doesn't feel too bad; then slowly lower myself down into the water, not wanting the shock of total immersion. The cooling effect is actually enjoyable. Then a drenching wave of water hits me. Leeza is beside me laughing. Not to be out done, using both arms creates a title wave nearly drowning her. Reaching out, grasping her arms, she disappears under the water with a little help from me. She comes up sputtering. Leeza accepts the challenge. She grabs me from behind, her arms around my neck, her breasts making a definite impression on my back; me clasping her hands; I dive taking her with me. We continue the horseplay for about twenty minutes during which my hands encounter her breasts and the softness of her skin, twice rubbing her pussy. Finally puffing like a steam engine, I crawl out of the pool.

"Uncle; Ok Leeza, you win. I'm just too pooped to continue."

Out of the pool grabbing a towel drying myself; she follows me; tossing her a towel, watching as she gently rubs the contours of her young body. Her breasts bounce and giggle. We both sit down to air-dry.

"Thank you for a lovely supper and the swim. Maybe next time you will be more of a challenge in the pool."

"You can count on it. Remember you can use the pool anytime you like. I usually work late. So I won't be around."

With that comment she smiles thanks me gets up and walks to the concealed door disappearing. It has been a pleasant evening. Leeza's beautiful charms are still vivid in my mind. What a heart breaker she will be once she realizes the power she will have over males.

I didn't see Leeza for nearly two weeks as my work schedule is grueling. There is evidence that she has been using the pool. The patio has been wet several times with the outlines of her foot prints on the patio stones. At least someone is enjoying the pool considering the expense to maintain it. The image of Leeza in her very tight bathing suit walking about the pool, has given me a beautiful subject for many an exotic dream. It is a good thing she isn't clairvoyant, she would have the law on me. Planning an early return home one day next week, I leave a note for Leeza; inviting her to another barbeque asking if there is one particular day that will be more convenient for her. Putting the note in an envelope now taped to the diving board.

The next day a note is taped to the back patio door. Leeza is available Tuesday. Her dad will out of town till Wednesday. That gives me the weekend to create an interesting meal for us.

During the weekend I make Sweet and Sour Meatballs. I plan to get home early enough to make a Green Salad. It will be just a matter of heating the dinner and presto it is ready to be served.

On Tuesday arriving home shortly after three, the gate opens there is Leeza gorgeous, in her undersized bathing suit. My woody enjoys the sight; accented by the way it is pushing against my suit.

"Hi Leeza; hope you had a good week."

"Hi Don. Your note last week gave me something to look forward too. School is going good but I'm not able to compete in the swimming meets. I need a new bathing suit and daddy still says he can't afford it."

Well, I certainly can.

"Leeza, I will buy you a suit as an early birthday present. Only if your dad says it is ok."

"Would you Don? I don't know what to say."

"Well there is nothing to say. It will be my pleasure. All you need to do is make sure you win, at the next meet."

"Ok. When my dad comes home tomorrow, I will ask him. I will leave you a note. You have made me so happy."

The meatballs are a success. Leeza swims with me watching her graceful body. It is only a dream of actually enjoying someone so young, she is so delicate. The evening passes all too fast and all too soon; before I know it, Leeza is heading for home through the concealed door. I can't believe what an empty feeling she leaves in me after just a few meetings. Leeza really is fantastic company as well as a sight for my tired old eyes. She continues to remind me she is the perfect model for the daughter I never had and always wanted.

The next day is a grueling one. A number of clients all have unique problems; all have to be addressed yesterday. Dragging my tired ass home, only to find there is no note from Leeza, even after looking everywhere there is no note. Another odd thing is the pool hasn't been used, could she be sick? I hope it wasn't the meatballs. It has me concerned. In such a short time Leeza has become an important part of my Spartan life. Each subsequent day, I look for some indication she is okay but nothing, maybe she has had second thoughts about my leering ways. It makes me feel shitty about what I may have done. Resigned to my solitude, life goes on. Three days later while relaxing on the patio there is a noise in Leeza's backyard.

"Leeza."

No reply, the second time I shout.

"Leeza; are you there?"

It seems like eternity, then the response.

"Hi Don. I'm busy. I can't come over."

Her voice sound like it is cracking. That isn't like Leeza; then quickly heading to the concealed door.

"How does this door open? We have to talk."