Part 1

Chapter 1: The Meeting

He hurried to catch up with her as she walked across the campus lawn after the English 101 class let out.

"Um, hi," he ventured trying to smile nonchalantly. In fact he was anything but calm since the instant attraction he felt the first time he saw her was gnawing at him almost painfully. She was only four feet seven inches tall and weighed no more than eighty-five pounds, he estimated. Her body was very childlike, with only the barest hint of development, yet she exuded an air of maturity that belied her appearance.

She slowed her pace and looked up at him, "Hi, yourself."

"Um, I, ah, was just wondering, um, how come someone as young as you can be taking college courses," he stammered, failing miserably in his vain attempt to be calm and cool.

"As young as me? I'll have you know I just turned nineteen last week," she retorted, deciding to set him on edge a bit just for fun. She had seen him looking at her in class and could sense immediately that he was more than just interested.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry..." he tried to apologize. His voice trailed off, as he was unable to think of anything clever to say to assuage her pique.

"That's ok," she laughed as her expression changed instantly from annoyance to mirth, "I know I look like I'm twelve or thirteen. I just sorta never quite grew up physically."

He stared at her for a moment, not knowing how to reply. He couldn't comprehend his attraction to this girl. The girls with voluptuous figures, big tits and wide hips, left him cold, but this little waif of a girl had tied his normally glib tongue in a knot and his reaction to her made him thankful that he had worn jockey shorts under his fairly loose-fitting jeans today.

"Well, I think you are really beautiful," he stated flatly.

She blushed almost imperceptibly, "Um, thanks."

After about thirty seconds of silence, she sensed his thoughts and smiled broadly, "Yeah, I'll go out with you, if you want."

He recovered quickly saying, "I don't have anything left to do this afternoon. We could just take a walk together, if you like."

They walked off together across the campus lawn down toward the lake, their conversation becoming more relaxed each moment they spent together. Before they had gone very far, she said, "I'm Megan, by the way."

"I'm Michael, but my friends just call me Mike."

"What do your lovers call you?" she quipped.

"Um, ah..." he stammered unable to formulate a reply.

She laughed at his discomfiture, and her mirth was contagious.

"The two I've ever had called me Mike," he admitted.

He discovered that she had her own apartment since dorm living would be uncomfortable for her. Most girls treated her like an annoying kid sister because of her appearance and her father was able to afford alternative accommodations for her.

As they talked, she was able to plumb the depths of his attraction for her and was pleased to discover just exactly what it was that motivated his interest. "He probably doesn't know it himself," she thought to herself, "but he is a pedophile. He really is taken by the fact that I look as though I'm only twelve. He's just right!"

She slipped her hand into his as they strolled along, and he clasped it firmly but gently. He wasn't about to actually try anything with her until she indicated that he should make a move, but this was certainly a good sign. His heart beat faster and he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

It was approaching 5:00 PM when she stopped suddenly, took his other hand in hers as she turned to face him. "I have a couple of things to do and I need to run off right now, but if you aren't doing anything later, you could come to visit. My address is 5344 Holly Street, Apartment 4. After 7:30, ok?"

He nodded his head up and down slowly as if unable to comprehend his good fortune. She dropped his hands and started to run off, then turned and came back.

"Oh, by the way, just in case you get lucky tonight, how do you like your girls to be groomed?"

"Groomed?"

"The hair, silly."

His expression said that he still couldn't quite get her drift, but he said, "Oh, your hair is fine."

"No, you silly goose! Not THAT hair, the other hair, 'down there.' Do you like it bushy, or trimmed, or, um, ah, gone?" She asked as she cocked her head to one side and a very naughty grin spread across her face.

Completely without thinking about it, he blurted, "Gone!"

She smiled, turned, and ran off.

Chapter 2: The Test

She opened the door to his knock, "Hmm, right on time Mike. Come in. I only have soda, 'cause I really don't like to drink. Hope that's ok."

"Yeah, soda's great."

She poured the drinks and sat down right next to him. He had shed a good deal of his earlier shyness, mostly because of her remark about "if you get lucky tonight" just before they had parted earlier. After taking a sip of his drink, he put it on the table, took hers from her and set it down as well, then put his arms around her and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

She responded with eagerness, giving her tongue and taking his. As he lifted his hand to cup her tiny breast, she broke the kiss and said, "Um, before we go any further, I have to make absolutely certain that you are exactly the right guy. I mean, I'm pretty sure, but I have a little test for you. Do you mind?"

He had a perplexed look when he responded, "No, I guess not."

"Good, look here," she said as she picked up a photo album from the table, "I'm going to show you a series of pictures, in pairs. All you have to do is tell me which of each pair you like the best. I don't want you to think about your answer, either. I'll show you each pair and I want your immediate gut reaction. Ok?"

"Yeah, sure," he answered still unsure where she was going with this.

The first picture in the first pair was of a nude woman, extremely voluptuous with 36DD breasts, wide hips, and a dark bushy mons. The other picture was of the same woman, in the same pose, but with her pussy completely shaved. He chose the second picture.

The next set repeated the first picture of the first pair, but the second picture was of a slightly younger, yet fully mature woman with noticeably smaller breasts, slimmer hips, and a blond bush. Again he chose the second picture without hesitation.

The rest of the test was similarly constructed. Each pair of pictures gave him a choice between some facet of maturity versus youth, and each successive set allowed the choice of even greater youth than the previous set. In every case, even at the very end where she was showing him pictures from a Russian Lolita website, he quickly chose the more youthful representation.

She closed the book and looked thoughtfully at him, trying to delve into his thoughts to see if he had second-guessed the point of her test and had been answering as he thought she wanted to hear rather than with his true feelings. A quick glance at him assured her that he was not dissembling and that he had answered honestly. Of course, that was just a feeling so she couldn't be 100% sure, but every one of her senses told her that there was very little risk that she was wrong.

"Well, did I pass?" he asked in an almost off-hand, unconcerned way. Only a slight, nearly imperceptible crack to his voice as he asked the question gave away his eagerness for her acceptance.

"Yes, you did. Do ya wanna know why?"

"Sure. Tell me," he said with a commanding voice.

"Well, right there, you got extra credit. You ordered rather than asked. A young girl needs a strong authoritarian man to guide and teach her. But the real reason is that you prefer very young girls to more mature women. Your choices, which I'm sure were honestly your true feelings, showed that you preferred youth to maturity in every instance. Of course, you can see that I have a very young appearance, even more so when I'm all bare-naked. So it is important that I know for certain that you would prefer me to all of the big-titty, hot body girls around campus. There is another reason that your preference is important, but I'll explain that another time."

He was curious, but let it pass. "Well, then I'm just going to pick up where I left off," he declared as he placed his palm on her small breast and pulled her back into a kiss with his other arm.

She melted into his arms as if to say, "Take me and use me as you wish."

When he broke the kiss, he smiled at her for a moment and then allowed his expression to darken a bit. "I find one fault with your test, Megan. None of the pictures were of you."

Her face colored a bit, but not from embarrassment. She purposefully used her well-developed ability to display youthful and lady-like demur. Her intent was to test his assertiveness, and he did not disappoint.

"Stand up and strip naked for me Megan," he said flatly but leaving no doubt that he had given an order and not posed a request.

She hesitated for the briefest split-second as she considered giving a perverse refusal to test his resolve. She rationalized her decision to obey immediately by thinking that it would be better to test his assertiveness further at a later time, but the real reason was that her entire body was yearning to be under him and filled by him and the sooner she was naked, the sooner that would happen.

Her only garments were jeans and a tee-shirt. Given her tiny development, she never had need for a brassiere, and she had, in anticipation of wanting to be naked with him tonight, chosen not to wear panties. She chose to display her bottom half first and was undoing her jeans as she rose from the sofa. She stood, turned to face him, and slipped the pants off of her slender boyish hips. They fell around her ankles like a puddle on the floor and she stepped out of them and watched his eyes widen with excitement as he drank in the sight of her naked, hairless, little-girl-like slit just visible beneath the hem of her shirt. She slowly turned away from him and bent over at the waist to give him a view of her little-girl bottom. Her feet were slightly apart so that her sex was clearly visible from the rear. Once she was reasonably certain that his attention was riveted to her puffy little nether lips, she grabbed the hem of her tee-shirt and with one smooth motion pulled it up and over her head while spinning around to face him again.

His mouth was dry and his hands itched to grab her but he was insensate to anything but the painful throbbing hardness in his pants. He soaked in her beauty for a few moments, attempting to regain his composure. After all, he knew he needed to be in charge. This was no time for weakness.

She waited patiently for his next instruction, sensing that he needed a moment to regain control of himself. His awestruck look, almost a trance-like appearance, was only a reinforcement of her evaluation of him. She was content to wait for his next move.

The thought that he was truly a pedophile had never crossed his mind, and he still had not actually made the connection between this fundamental part of his nature and his irresistible attraction to Megan. Hence, he actually bewildered himself when he gave her the next instruction, "Megan, you look to be no more than twelve years old. You shall, for the rest of this evening at least, claim to be and assume the persona of a pre-teen girl. Do you understand?"

Inwardly, she smiled to herself, knowing that even if he had not fully accepted his sexual nature, he had taken a huge step toward that acceptance. Covering her breasts with one arm and her very juvenile appearing pudendum with her other hand she spoke, "Sir, it is very, very naughty for me to be displaying myself to a man all bare-naked. After all, I'm only twelve years old. Mama says that I mustn't let a man see me naked before I'm grown up and married unless he is a doctor and has to look at my girl part for medical reasons. You aren't a doctor, are you? Whatever would Mama say if she were to know?"

"No, I am not your doctor dear, but your Mama has asked me to teach you about certain grown up things and has given me carte blanche to do as I wish with you to that end. That includes requiring you to show me your nude body whenever it pleases me. Your Mama has left strict instructions that you shall be completely obedient to my every wish."

"Yes, Sir. You will find me completely obedient, as Mama has instructed," she said aloud as her eyes said, "I love the way you are playing the game, Michael."

He nodded in approval and began to disrobe.

Chapter 3: First Lessons

She looked with admiration at the athletic physique uncovered when he removed his shirt, but her focus soon shifted from the upper half of his body as he removed his jeans and under-shorts. His slightly larger than average cock was fully erect and jutted out in front of him as if it had its own attitude of pride and confidence. A drop of moisture glistened at the tip, catching her admiring eye.

"Oh, my goodness Sir! Whatever is that funny thing that is sticking out in front of you? And that big hairy sack that hangs below, what is that? Are all boys like that?" She gasped establishing the character of her twelve-year-old persona as completely innocent of the differences between and conjunction of the sexes.

"Yes, my dear, except for some variation in size, all men are made like this. Step closer please."

She took two steps toward him, stopping well within arms reach of him.

"Good. Now you must learn its proper names. This 'funny thing' is called a cock. Say it now."

"C—cock?"

"Yes, or you may say prick or dick. There are other names, but you will learn them another time."

"Prick? Dick?"

"Yes, very good. Now please say the name that you call your girl part. And be honest; use the names that you have heard for it in the girl's restroom at school."

"I generally call it my fanny or my muffin, but lots of girls call it 'pussy' or 'cunny' — Oh, and there is one girl, everyone thinks she is just a horrid nasty girl, who calls it 'cunt'."

"Very, very good, dear. You shall henceforward use pussy, cunny, AND cunt. However, this language is for use only when you and I are alone together, or whenever your Mama questions you in public about the instruction that I am providing."

"I understand Sir. You said something about variation in size when you spoke of your th—cock, I'm sure yours must be a really big one."

"It is not always stiff as you see it. Most of the time it is limp and hangs down. The fact that it stands now is a compliment to your lovely nakedness. It rises up as you see it now in preparation for a man to take his pleasure in the person of a girl or woman."

"Take his pleasure? What does that mean, Sir?"

"Well now, that is the central point of the instruction that your Mama wishes I give you. Warmth, wetness, and friction, when suitably applied to a man's instrument, his cock that is to say, are extremely pleasurable in the application and that application leads to an even more pleasurable result. Look me in the eye and tell me whether or not you have ever had a nice feeling when touching or washing your cunny."

She cast her eyes downward for a moment, and then slowly raised her head to look him in the eye as instructed. "Y—y—yes, Sir. When I wash myself in the bath, it makes me feel so very odd all over. Mama said it is very natural to feel nice, but that nice girls only touch themselves there when bathing."

"Hmm, well you must first understand that I will require you to do things contrary to your mother's teachings. Stand with your feet a bit further apart and reach between your legs. Good, now rub your finger in your slit paying particular attention to the little nub at the front. That little bump is called your clit and is the source of much pleasure for the girl when it is rubbed. Does that feel nice?"

"Oh! Yes, very, very, nice! If everything you teach me is this nice, I shall be most happy to follow all of your instructions, despite what Mama may have told me earlier."

"Good. Now watch me," he instructed as he wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to jack himself, "you see how I am rubbing myself? Take both of your little hands and put them around my prick. Now move them up and down as you saw me do."

She took both of her hands and began to stroke him from base to tip, pulling the skin up over the nut each time she stroked. His involuntary moan of pleasure caused her to stop.

"Have I hurt you Sir?"

"No, not at all, on the contrary, I only made a sound because you do it so very well. Begin again and don't stop until I tell you. When I say 'Now' point my tool at the center of your chest."

She continued to stroke him up and down as Megan's role character received her first lesson in stroking a prick. She could feel him swell up and saw his ball sack tighten so that she anticipated his 'Now' command. When ordered, she immediately pointed the head of his cock directly at the spot between her barely perceptible titties. A mere three more strokes of her soft little hands were sufficient to bring him on. He jetted several streams of warm cum all over her chest, groaning aloud.

"That creamy stuff is called 'cum' and when it squirts out of my cock it gives me the most intense pleasure."

"Mmm, it feels nice on my titties."

"Take up a bit of it on your finger and taste it."

She used two fingers to scoop up a dollop of his spunk and brought it to her mouth. Unable to completely remain in character, she greedily sucked the creamy glob from her fingers and smacked her lips.

"Kinda tastes a little salty, and bitter."