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Subject: J-Girls...Part 9 (repost) 

                   9-Pins and Needles, Needles and Pins

   The next morning, I came downstairs to find everyone else already up and
having breakfast. The girls were seated around the kitchen table, talking and
giggling and stuffing cereal down. Sue was puttering around at the stove.
When I entered the room, Vanessa looked up and gave out with a greeting so
cheery, that the others looked at her instead of me. "Hi, Mr. Danvers."

   Everyone seemed normal for that time of day, except Vanessa. She looked
like she'd just been selected for sainthood, or something. She was literally
glowing and it was plain, at least to me, why this was so. She must have
enjoyed our little get-together much more than I thought, and it still showed
on her face. Not only that but she gave me such an adoring look that I was
embarrassed. Sue noticed it, too; and I could almost see the questions
forming in her mind.

What could I say? I certainly wasn't going to tell my wife why I thought the girl was 
lit up like a neon sign. So we got through breakfast and the girls went off to school. 
As I was leaving, Sue asked me about Vanessa. I knew she would. "You seem to have made 
quite an impression on our exchange student. What did you do, promise to get her out 
of homework for the rest of the year?"

With a somewhat nervous laugh, I denied having any influence with the school board. 
"No, I didn't."

"Well, she obviously thinks you're special. That was some look she gave you."

I was trying to make light of it, so as to throw Sue off the scent. She was making me 
nervous with this line of questioning. "Yeah, Well, some of us have it and some of us 
don't. You know how that works."

"I know how it works," she replied. Now what did she mean by that?

Still trying to deflect her questions... "Actually, Mindy told me a couple of weeks 
ago that the girl thought I was nice. Maybe she's got a crush on me."

"Really? Then I better not leave you two alone. She's very pretty."

Now I was the one with questions. I wanted to dig into this a bit deeper, to find out 
just what Sue was getting at. Was she just trying to be funny, or did she know 
something? Sometimes it's better to leave things alone. This was one of those times. 
Ignoring her last remark, I kissed Sue goodbye and made my way downtown.

On the drive in to town I reviewed recent events. Things certainly were different from 
what they were just a few months ago. Funny. All through school, and even in college, 
I wasn't one of those guys who could charm a girl's pants off just by smiling at her. 
Until I met Sue, I'd never had sex with a girl on a regular basis. It was always a 
sometime kind of thing, Nothing you could count on. Now, besides my wife, two lovely 
young girls were at my disposal. Not only that but who knew what was waiting in this 
JSC Mindy had gotten me into? Where pussy was concerned, it seemed I had hit the 
jackpot. As if all this were not enough, there was also Polly.

Ah, yes. Polly. By this time, I'd fooled around with her several more times and she 
was turning out to be an interesting little playmate. Pity, I didn't have more time 
for her. How old did a girl have to be before you could do it to her, anyway? I'd 
taken Mindy on her eleventh birthday and I believe I could have done it to her sooner. 
Vanessa was a few months older than Mindy but with lots more experience. Her father 
must have broken her in when she was quite young. Polly would be ten on her next 
birthday, in September. Perhaps then I might try her.


It was also around this time that I recognized myself as being hopelessly obsessed 
with female children. The lovely, little creatures were like a rare wine, that I was 
coming to appreciate more and more. Sex with a young girl was nothing like sex with a 
woman. After doing it with three different girls, I could see that despite their 
similarities, each one offered something unique. What would it be like to bed more 
than one at a time?

Such preoccupations were not  conducive to safe driving. A near collision, when I 
almost missed seeing someone pull out in front of me, was enough to wake me up. I was 
near my downtown office and it was time to start thinking about the business of the 
day.

When I returned home early that evening, Sue was just putting the finishing touches on 
our supper. Our first true meal with Vanessa as a member of our family. It gladdened 
my heart to have her pretty face smiling at me from across the table. She ate in 
small, dainty bites and constantly wiped her mouth on her napkin. Sue reported on the 
events of the day, and Polly and Suzy also made their contribution to the family 
conversation.

To tell you the truth, Sue could have informed me they'd discovered oil in our 
backyard and I wouldn't have been  impressed. For me it was more important to count 
the number of times Vanessa chewed before swallowing. Every move she made was worthy 
of intense scrutiny. There was just a hint of an accent in her voice. It sounded sort 
of British, or was it Scottish? It wasn't there all the time. Just certain words. I 
hung on her every utterance, waiting to hear that echo from whatever far away paradise 
she came from. 

I brought work home to be finished in my office, but it went untouched. I could not 
bear for Vanessa to be out of my sight. Don't ask me what we did the rest of that 
evening. I don't remember. Considering Sue's remarks at breakfast that morning, I did 
feel it unwise to risk another late night sojourn to Vanessa's bed.

The week slipped by much faster than I wanted. On the next night I was late coming 
home. An office meeting that seemed never to end, and then the abominable traffic. Sue 
had already fed the children and cleaned up the dishes by the time I made it to the 
house. A brief hour or so of watching Vanessa watch TV and that was it. Sue was aware 
of my interest in the golden girl. Every once in awhile I could feel Sue watching me. 
She had caught onto something and was not likely to let it go. That was her way. 
Thus, I again decided to hold myself in check. The next day was Wednesday and Sue had 
no business appointments for the rest of that week. It looked like I'd already had my 
one and only fling with Vanessa. I was getting desperate. On Friday evening we were 
scheduled to meet at a local pizza parlor. Everyone would be there. Over pepperoni and 
cheese, the girls would be reunited with their families.

And so it turned out, because of time and circumstance,  that I was unable to enjoy 
Vanessa anymore that week. We did talk a bit, when I could get her alone, but it was 
only for a few minutes here and there. Still, these brief conversations were 
informative. She filled me in on the JSC, and then, later, in a meeting with her 
father, I was able to work out the arrangements for Mindy and I to participate.




