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I have selected Damocles for my ASSTR name. If some kind soul feels like uploading the story thus far, that'd be great.
If you get the Damocles reference without googling it, give yourself a pat on the back.
Oh, another thing: OP delivers. Faster than Duke Nukem Forever, even!
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I didn't see Sara again until the next morning, when she emerged for breakfast in her usual night shirt and panties. I tried to break the ice by asking how she slept, what she thought they would do in school today, and other attempts at small talk, but all I got out of her was a near-constant blush and a few awkward mutters. Bill seemed not to notice, absorbed in a biology textbook. I gave up trying to get her out of her shell, remembered I had a test I hadn't studied for, and cracked open a book while I ate my cereal.
Bill left without saying anything, Sara got dressed and also left without saying anything, and I headed off to class knowing I'd screwed things up somehow, but not quite what it was that I did.
I made it through my classes, even the exam, and got back to the apartment shortly after Sara, judging by the backpack tossed haphazardly on the floor. Bill wasn't home yet, so I knocked on her door.
"Hey kiddo, you wanna play Smash Bros?"
I got a muffled response that sounded like 'no' and retreated to my room. Was she embarrassed or something, or was it something I said? I mean, I did kind of just blurt out that she was wet; maybe she misunderstood? Or didn't know what was going on? She was just a kid, after all. If I was surprised that she could get wet (hell, I'd never even had a girlfriend before, I didn't know it was possible for prepubescent girls), what about her?
She finally started interacting with me again over the weekend, coming out of her room to join me and Bill in a few rounds of Mario Kart and watching a movie with us. By Monday, she was her usual self, wandering out in her shirt and panties (yellow with sunflowers making various faces; I swear the one that looked like it was screaming in horror was placed directly over her butthole on purpose) like a zombie, but slowly waking up throughout breakfast until she was kicking my shins with her bare feet and chattering about how she was going to ace an english test thanks to my tutoring. Bill actually became aware of the outside world just then, telling her he was sure she'd do just fine on the test and that I was a smart guy she should listen to. Then he winked at me, quietly said, "thanks", and got up to put away his dishes before leaving for class.
As she got up to deposit her dishes in the sink, I goosed Sara's butt, eliciting an indignant squawk, then headed out the door to my own classes, waiting for her to leave so I could lock the door behind her.
That afternoon, she was a real chatterbox, talking about how the other girls at her school were so stupid and all they could talk about was tv and boy bands. I wasn't even aware boy bands were still a thing, but you learn something new every day. When I asked her about her test, she seemed to think she had done well and I got a hug while she thanked me for helping her with her homework.
Then she held out her math book and gave me puppy dog eyes until I sat down at the table and helped her out. Call me a sucker for a pretty girl.
Tuesday I barely paid attention in my classes, eager for what I hoped awaited me back at the apartment. I power walked back from campus, did a set of sit ups and push ups to work off some of my energy, took a quick shower, and waited in my boxers for Sara to get home.
My hopes were quickly realized when she came in the door, tossed her backpack on the floor, and immediately removed her skirt and tossed it on the floor in the bathroom. Then, blushing and twisting at the waist awkwardly, she giggled and looked at me as I posed with my hands on my hips.
I slid my boxers down and raised my eyebrows.
"You wanna?"
"Uh-huh!"
She quickly stripped off her shirt and panties and dived onto my bed enthusiastically. I slid in beside her, cuddling up to her, feeling my erection throb as it grew steadily.
"So, little lady: you want to do boyfriend and girlfriend type things?"
She nodded and I scooted her into my lap, where she almost straddled my dick; then I slid my hand down to her slit and resumed where I'd left off Thursday, slowly and gently rubbing her soft, silky labia. She giggled and squirmed once or twice ("it tickles!", and "it feels weird! No, keep doing it.") and we discussed her day at school as I gently fondled her privates. I gradually moved closer and closer to her slit, keeping the bit of her hood peeking out between both of my fingers as I rubbed and she slowly melted against me. Her breathing got faster and she closed her eyes as she leaned against me, a quiet moan just barely escaping her lips.
"Do you like this?"
She nodded and I paused for a moment to examine her crotch; it was bright pink again, not its usual pale white. She was definitely aroused now.
I continued my stroking, gradually increasing the pressure and speed, rubbing up and down her warm slit. She squirmed a little in my lap, letting out a deep sigh, and her little hand found my free hand and squeezed it. I squeezed it back and continued stroking until I suddenly discovered that my fingers were warm and wet. I continued stroking, but eventually she felt the wetness too as my fingers spread it up and down her slit.
Her eyes shot open and she would have flown off of my lap if I hadn't had both arms around her and one hand between her legs.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh!"
She thrashed around and tried to escape, but I held her down.
"Hey hey hey! Stop that! What's wrong? Tell me."
She buried her face in her hands and went limp in my arms, almost sobbing.
"Shhh. Hey, what's wrong kiddo?"
"I can't believe I did it again..."
"Did what again? Oh, you mean this?"
I held up my fingers, which were glistening with her pussy juices. She moaned in abject humiliation.
"Hey, sweetie, what are you embarrassed about? That's normal. Girls are supposed to do that."
"... what?"
"Yeah. You know how my penis gets big and hard when it feels good? Girls get wet down there when they feel good. That's normal."
"Really?"
I raised my hand and adopted a serious face.
"Scout's honor."
I really was a scout, for about a two years period when I was a little younger than her.
She sniffled, then looked down between her legs and hesitantly touched herself with a fingertip, then rubbed the slick fluid between her finger and thumb.
"That's supposed to happen?"
"Yeah."
She snorted and buried her face again, laughing in embarrassment.
"I thought I peed myself or something. I am such a dork."
"You're not a dork."
She turned her to look at me, slight apprehension crossing her face as she asked, "that's really normal?"
"Yep."
"Why does it do that?"
"It's... I'll tell you later."
"Tell me now."
I shrugged mentally and replied, "girls get wet so boys can put their penis inside them easier."
"Oh. So... it's for sex then?"
"Right. It feels better when the girl is wet too."
"Huh. Ok."
She leaned back against me and I resumed rubbing her crotch, taking it easy at first and then getting into the heavy petting again when she seemed to be into it again.
Soon she was back where she'd been before, breathing heavily and closing her eyes.
"Do you like this?"
"That feels good."
I took that as my cue to intensify my rubbing a little more, moving up to three fingers, one rubbing up and down directly over her slit and hood, the other two rubbing her labia.
"Mm. Mmmm. Mmmmm!"
She angled her hips upward, giving me slightly better access and I increased the speed of my strokes. She grabbed my free hand with both of hers, her breaths getting faster and faster and turning into high-pitched moans.
"It's ok. Just let it happen, sweetie."
I watched in fascination as curled her toes into fists, then suddenly stopped breathing as her entire body tensed up and her eyes shot open. After a few seconds like this, she suddenly went limp and began panting for breath and I stopped rubbing; her crotch felt burning hot and was a dark, angry red.
"You ok?"
"Um... yeah. That... wow."
Did she actually orgasm? Holy shit, did I really just make an eleven year old orgasm?
"So... did it feel good?" I asked lamely.
She nodded, apparently exhausted, then rolled over so she was on both of our bellies, still breathing hard. Face to face, I noticed her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead and brushed it aside.
"That... that was... I saw stars."
I hugged her to me, ignoring my raging boner in favor of seeing to her needs first. I may be going to hell, but I'm a courteous child molester.
"Is... is that what it's like... for grownups?"
I nodded, bent awkwardly to kiss her on her forehead, and then laid down again, her smooth, warm body pressed against mine. I could feel her warm, moist crotch just above mine.
"I wanna... stay like this forever."
So did I.
So did I.
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