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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.




