Chapter 3: Kayla's Therapy

By nine o'clock the next morning, I was a nervous wreck. I didn't know what time I should show up at Kayla's house, or if I should even go at all. What will I do if Jake answers the door? Or worse, what if Mrs. Lehigh is there, but Jake isn't? What would I say then? Can Kayla come out to play? I don't think so. I thought about just blowing it off, rounding up a bunch of guys for a game of baseball or soccer, and considering her offer to be merely the fevered workings of a kid sister's overactive imagination.

But, in the end, I let the little head do the thinking (it has ended up being a major theme in my life, I suppose), and by nine-thirty, I was standing outside her front door looking around nervously to see if anybody was around to see me. I was so nervous, I was sweating bullets. But I was there, and I was not about to back out at that point. I rang the bell.

Nothing happened. Nobody came to the door, and there was no sound that I could detect from inside the house, other than the reverberation of their doorbell. I didn't know whether I should be relieved or pissed off. I rang the bell again, just to be able to tell myself that I did my part. If Kayla wasn't home, at least I tried.

A window upstairs opened. I looked up and Kayla was at the window. I couldn't see her very well through the screen, so I backed up onto the sidewalk a little ways. Just knowing she was there caused my stomach to flutter, and my dick to begin to harden.

"Sean!" Kayla called out to me. "Come around to the back door and come in, the door's unlocked. I'm having a little trouble with stairs, so I can't come down to let you in. Come on upstairs into my room, okay?"

"Okay, be right there," I said.

I ran around to the back door and went in. The house was quiet. I heard Kayla call to me down the stairs. "I'm up here."

I went into the front hall and went up the stairs. She was standing at the top of the stairs watching me, a nervous smile on her face. When I reached the top landing, she grabbed my hand and led me down the hall and into her room, leaving the door open so we could hear if anyone came into the house.

Her room still had a lot of little-girl décor in it, with a ton of stuffed animals on the bed, a few Barbie and Ken dolls on a bookcase against the wall, and pictures of horses and kittens on her walls. There was a poster of John Travolta from some movie on the wall above her small nightstand.

She led me over to the foot of her bed. Her hands felt as sweaty as mine for some reason. I looked her over. She was barefoot, dressed in a scoop-necked t-shirt and an old pair of gym shorts, and her right leg was bandaged above the knee with an elastic bandage. She sat down on the edge of the bed. I noticed that she already had the liniment and towels on the bed.

"I think I'm ready for you," she said. Her eyes got a little wider, as if she didn't really mean it to come out quite that way.

"Okay," I replied nervously. "Scoot back on the bed and let's get started."

She lay back with her head on her pillow, and moved over toward the middle of the bed to give me some room. I glanced over at her as I folded the towels and washcloths. I noticed that her nipples were prominent on her small chest, and she was breathing fast. Her face was slightly flushed, and she clutched her hands below her chin while she watched me.

"Do you want me to take off the bandage now?" I asked her.

She looked at me wide-eyed, and nodded her head. She bent her leg for me, and I reached over to unwind the bandage from her thigh.

Oh my God, I thought to myself. Her skin felt even smoother and softer than I recalled from yesterday. Almost immediately, my erection began to rise. As I unwrapped the bandage, I couldn't help but notice that her gym shorts were very loose. I could see the bottom of the cheek of her ass. Unless she was wearing a pair of thong panties, a relatively new type I had only heard about but never seen, and a highly unlikely choice for a thirteen-year-old, she didn't seem to be wearing any underwear at all.

I threw the bandage onto the floor and grabbed the liniment. I poured a small amount into the palm of my hand, and rubbed my hands together. I started as I did the day before, rubbing the liniment into her thigh from the knee upwards. Again, I was afraid I might be receiving the wrong signals from this young girl, so, like the previous time, I stopped at mid-thigh, rubbed down to the inside and the outside of her leg, and pressed back to her knee. I did this five or six times without venturing close to her shorts, hoping for some encouragement from her.

As I massaged, I looked at her face. Unlike yesterday, she was looking down, watching me tend to her leg. Her eyes were very bright, and she was softly biting her lower lip. She looked up into my eyes, and my doubts were banished. She almost imperceptibly nodded, and then she smiled and put her head back against her pillow. On my next pass up her thigh, I allowed my hands to nearly wrap around her leg. Near the seam of her shorts, I let up on the pressure and gave in to the temptation of caressing her skin on her leg. I let my fingertips play on the outside of her leg as the palm of my other hand slowly, lovingly enjoyed the smooth, supple feel of her inner thigh, all the way down again to her knee. Her leg was small enough that, as I caressed her this way, my fingers were able to play along the back of her thigh at the same time.

As my hand moved down her leg, I could feel that she was slightly trembling in anticipation. Just like the day before, her chest was rising and falling with her fast breathing and there was a fine sheen of perspiration on her upper lip and her forehead. I straightened out her leg, and she immediately moved it away from her other leg. I massaged her thigh once more, this time moving my hands under the leg of her shorts. The fingertips of my right hand could feel moisture at the juncture, while my left hand moved underneath her shorts to caress the lower cheek of her tiny butt. I could feel the heat she was generating from her center, through my fingertips, into my brain, and directly to my cock. My fingers grazed down to the inside of her leg, then out from her shorts again, and down. As I did this, she moaned softly and spread her legs further apart. I couldn't take my eyes off the prize lying just beneath the material of her gym shorts as I ran my hand once more up her leg, softly this time, feeling the smoothness of the inside of her thigh. As I reached the juncture once again, I moved under the leg of her shorts and encountered her pussy for the first time. She bent her legs and spread them apart, then lifted up her hips to meet my fingers. By that time, the entire area around her pussy was soaked, including her shorts. The odor emanating from her was intoxicating, and I found myself moving up closer to her to take in more of that wonderful fragrance. My fingertips found her moist little pussy and began exploring. As I moved up her slit, her pussy lips parted and delivered their moisture to my fingers. My fingertips delved into the chasm of her center, reveling in the heat and the oily wetness. I could almost sense the taste of her through my fingertips. As I brushed across her tiny clit, she jerked and moaned once more. Peripherally, I could see that she was clutching her hands on her boobs, squeezing them. I could feel that she had a very sparse amount of hair, and I pushed my fingers through until the little blonde hairs were tickling my hand as I cupped her mound. I then began the slow journey back down, into her slit again, to roll her clit between my index finger and my middle finger, causing her hips to rotate as if she was trying to capture my hand within her center. Her breath caught, and she gave over to the sensations washing over her.

"Ohhhhh, yes, Sean, that's it, don't stop," she moaned.

I manipulated the tiny nub, standing upright like a soldier surrounded by a flood, then delved down to her tiny opening. I dipped a fingertip into her hole, then dragged it back up to play with her clit again. Two times, then three, my fingers made the journey from nub to opening, each time dipping further into her before returning to her pleasure point. On the fourth time, I slipped my middle finger all the way into her. My knuckles were resting against her as I rotated my finger within her. She was incredibly wet and hot, and as I twisted my finger, her hips bumped up and down, trying desperately to pull even more of my hand within her. I pulled slowly out, and then plunged back in again. She gasped, her eyes flew open, and she began to emit a soft keening sound. As I pulled my finger out of her and ran my fingertips through her gash back to her clit, she grasped my hand and held it tight against her nub, rubbing it up and down. Her back arched, and she began huffing and puffing. Her fingernails dug into my wrist as she experienced her first real orgasm.

She let go of my wrist as she slowly came down. She turned onto her side, facing me, and raised her legs up into a fetal position. She smiled and held her arms out to me. I lay down next to her and put my arms around her. She hugged me fiercely.

"Thank you, Sean. That was so wonderful. Mmmmmmm..." she murmured.

I lifted up her chin and bent down to kiss her. Her lips were amazingly soft and pliant as we kissed, then abruptly turned hungry. Instinctively, she parted her lips, and I slipped my tongue between them and gently touched the tip of her tongue with mine.