Chapter 4: Understanding and Acceptance

Roger froze, unable to think clearly through the blinding haze of his lust and the shock of that kiss. Leslie had caught him so off his guard that he didn't know what to think any more. What did that kiss mean? Did she think of him like he thought of her? Was this really the girl who had been staying at Roger's house for the past hour? Was this his house? Was he Roger Gardner?

Before he could collect his thoughts, she broke the kiss and dashed down the hall to the washroom, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

The first thought that managed to enter his addled brain was that he should go and talk to her. That thought seemed to take control of his legs, and he found himself following her.

When he entered the room, he gasped. She had unfastened the sash of her robe and was in the process of slipping it off of her shoulders. Fortunately she faced away from him, so he didn't see anything he shouldn't, but as soon as she discovered him standing there, she quickly covered herself again.

"I'm sorry," she said meekly, still facing away. "I just thought ... since you were kicking me out of the house ... that this would be my last chance."

"Leslie," he told her in as soothing a tone as he could muster. Unfortunately, he still couldn't think straight, so had trouble coming up with anything to tell her. "Leslie," he repeated.

She turned around then, and wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve.

"I..." he said. "That is ... Well..."

She laughed then, a little weakly perhaps but it was a laugh all the same. "It's okay," she said. "I understand. It wasn't right for me to kiss you because you don't have any feelings like that for me. I'm only thirteen. How could you possibly be interested in me like that?"

Was that what she thought? Roger had a hard time believing what he was hearing. Leslie Weaver thought he wasn't interested in her? But then he realized, he had been trying his hardest to make her believe just that. It had worked only too well.

"Leslie," he said again, feeling foolish to keep getting stuck on her name. Somehow he managed to get beyond that this time. "I ... I do like you," he told her.

"I know," she sighed. "Like a daughter. A little girl."

"No!" he exclaimed. "I ... well, maybe I shouldn't say this."

"What?"

"Well, first you have to tell me something. Why did you kiss me?"

"I already told you. Because I'm never going to get the chance again."

"No, I mean, why did you want to kiss me?"

Her face turned red then, and Roger was surprised to see that she was embarrassed. She actually blushed at the question!

"Please, Leslie," he insisted gently. "I have to know."

"Because..." she mumbled. "Because I think ... I think you're..."

"You think I'm what?" he asked.

"I think you're handsome," she said, turning an even deeper shade of crimson.

"You do?" he asked, shocked.

Leslie nodded.

"And are you attracted to me?"

She nodded again.

"Oh my god!" he breathed. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"You're not stupid!" she exclaimed. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who kissed you, remember?"

He sighed. It was time to come clean. "You've been honest with me," he told her, "so it's only fair that I be honest with you. You deserve to know the truth, whatever it may cost me. I did do something wrong."

"What?"

"It happened while you were asleep. I ... I touched you."

"Touched me?" she gasped.

"I opened up your robe and ... well..."

Her eyes opened wide. "Why?" she asked.

"Because I think you're..."

"You think I'm what?" she grinned.

"I think you're sexy."

Leslie burst out laughing at that, a reaction he had never expected. It wasn't condescending or mocking, but it sounded more like a laugh of relief.

He had meant to apologize to her, and despite her strange reaction, he felt he needed to go through with it.

"I'm sorry," he said. "The truth is that I'm kind of a pervert. I'm attracted to young girls like you. Until now, I've never done anything like that before. I thought I was incapable of doing anything to hurt a girl."

Leslie laughed even harder at that. He couldn't figure out what she meant by that. It was hard to apologize to a girl that didn't seem to be bothered in the least by what he had done to her.

It took her a couple of minutes to calm down, but finally a few deep breaths got her laughter under control. He waited patiently, deciding that he had said enough, and now it was her turn to say what was on her mind.

"Roger," she smiled. "It's okay."

"It is?" he asked, astonished. How could she forgive him just like that?

"You didn't hurt me," she said. "The only thing that bothers me is that I wasn't awake when it happened."

He blinked, his confusion returning. He didn't know what she meant. Did she mean that if she was awake she could have stopped him from doing it?

"I can see I'm not getting through to you," she grinned. "Let me put it another way. Do you know why I came over to your house? I mean, aside from the rain. I could have picked any other house on the block, but I chose yours."

"Um ... why?"

"Because I wanted you to seduce me."

"You what?" he gasped, his eyes growing wide. Was this a dream? Was she really offering himself to him? How could a girl like Leslie Weaver, the gorgeous and utterly unattainable Leslie Weaver, want to seduce him?

"And now that I know how you feel about me," she said, "I still do." Without warning, she opened the robe and let it slip from her body, leaving her standing there completely naked.

Whatever his fantasies had been, however he had dreamed of her, it could not even compare to seeing her in the flesh. And what flesh it was! She was still mostly undeveloped, with perky little breasts and dark, nickel-sized nipples. His brief glimpse of her lying on the couch had been of her breasts flattened against her chest, but now with her standing before him in all her glory, he could truly appreciate this marvelous creature. Her arms and legs were just a little darker than the rest of her body, though she had no tan line to speak of. She had a little flat tummy and cute navel surrounded by gently curved hips that were surprisingly well developed for a girl her age. They were what gave her that swing to her walk that he loved watching whenever he got a chance. The V between her legs framed a pretty little pussy with only a limited amount of hair on it, just enough to show that she was no longer a child.

"Oh god!" he groaned. "Leslie, I..."

"Tell me truthfully," she said. "Do you want this as much as I do?"

Finally his resolve broke, and he moved forward to wrap his arms around her and draw her body in to his own. Through the fabric of his robe he could sense the warmth and softness of her teen body, so smooth and beautiful. He kissed her deeply, savoring everything about her.

"I've wanted it for a long time," he told her after he drew back. "I've watched you in the mornings, standing out front waiting for the school bus. I've been a secret admirer of yours for a year now, ever since you started growing up. Don't think of me as some kind of stalker, but I've been watching you from the shadows and wishing I could have you."

"You dummy!" she grinned. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I was afraid of hurting you. I've always had a fascination with girls your age. That's why my wife left me, because I told her and she couldn't handle it. But I've never done anything before now because I don't want to become a monster."

"Well then, I'm glad you waited until I came to you, because now I know I can trust you. I know that you'll be gentle and kind and sweet and caring, everything I've ever wanted in a man."

"But Leslie..." he said.

"Before you say anything, let me put all of your fears to rest," she told him. "First, I know that this has to be a secret. We can never tell anyone, and I'm fine with that. Second, I don't want you to feel any kind of obligation to me just because you slept with me. Let's just agree up front that if either of us feels uncomfortable with it afterward, we'll just pretend it never happened. But if we both want to continue..."

"Now you're the dummy," he told her. "How could I possibly not want to continue a relationship with the girl of my dreams?"

"You mean it?" she asked delightedly.

"I want you to come over here every day after school."

"Well then, shut up and fuck me already!" she grinned.

Roger leaned down and lifted her into his arms, causing her to giggle. He turned and carried her out of the room and down the hall to his bedroom. He deposited her gently on the bed, then stood over her. Like before, he trembled with nervousness, but the tightness in his pants reassured him that there would be no chance that he wouldn't be able to perform. Not with the gorgeous young Leslie Weaver to motivate him.

"I want to see you," she whispered, smiling up at him. He immediately knew what she meant. He unfastened the knot in the sash of his robe, then smiling, spread the two sides and let the garment drop from his shoulder.

"Oh wow!" Leslie gasped, her eyes fastening on his cock. He had never considered it particularly big; quite average really. But it was likely that Leslie had never seen one before, so it probably looked huge to her eyes. Then she let her gaze roam up his body to his chest. That was one thing he was particularly proud of. Although he didn't get much exercise and therefore his muscles weren't as toned as they could be, he was actually shaped rather well, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. It had been a long time since a girl had been able to truly appreciate his form though.

"Mr. Gardner--" she began.

"Considering we're about to become more than just friends," he smiled, "don't you think you ought to call me Roger?"

She gave a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Sorry," she said. "I just wasn't thinking. I had ... other things on my mind."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little," she admitted.

"Don't worry. I want to make it special for you. So special that you'll want to come back to my house again and again."

"That's not even in question," she giggled. "Unless you really screw up."

He climbed onto the bed then, and lay down next to her. He reached out and stroked her cheek with his knuckles, sensing the tremor in her own body. That knowledge actually relieved him; she had always been a teenage goddess to him. Now feeling her vulnerability made her human, even a frightened child.

"You know what?" he said lightheartedly. "It looks like we're both really nervous about this. My heart's pounding in my chest right now. If you listen carefully, you might even be able to hear it."

He had meant it as a joke, but she scooted in next to him and pressed her head against his chest. He had never felt anything so exquisite in his life.

"Yep," she giggled. "And I thought I was the nervous one."

"Sounds like we both need to relax a little. I think we both have our expectations way too high. Let's just forget about trying to do everything right, and just have fun with it."

"But I ... I mean ... I've never ... well..."

"This is your first time?" he asked.

She nodded. "I mean, I don't have my ... my cherry anymore. I accidentally--"

"It's all right," he reassured her. "I'm actually glad, because that means I don't have to hurt you like that. Otherwise I might not be able to go through with it. I want to make it special for you, and anything that would get in the way of your enjoyment would ruin it for me too. Besides, this is a first for me too. I've never made love to a teenage girl before. So let's not judge each other, okay?"

"Okay," she smiled.

"Good," he grinned. "Because I was really scared that I wouldn't live up to your expectations."

"Thanks, Roger. I feel better now knowing that you're just as nervous as I am."

Roger leaned over and kissed her on the lips again. He reached out and slipped one of his hands onto her stomach, gently massaging her to help calm her nerves. It seemed to help, because her trembling gradually diminished until it ceased entirely.

After a couple of minutes, he let his hands wander higher, up toward her chest. He wanted to feel her cute little breasts again, this time without worrying about her waking up and feeling betrayed. She gazed up at him with an adoring look that told him that it was okay to continue. Gently he let his hand cup one of her tiny little tits, and she sighed in pleasure, closing her eyes and smiling as she basked in the sensation.

Roger gently rubbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it hardened under his ministrations. Then he let his hand move to the other breast for the same treatment. He watched her face as he stimulated her like that, loving the sweet openmouthed smile on her lips and the look of pure ecstasy that covered her face. It was hard to believe that he, Roger Gardner, was giving such pleasure to the girl of his dreams.