bolder as I no longer tried to conceal my behavior, and I moved from breast to breast with total abandon. They were so small, but so delightful.
Pressing my face into her hair, I began to nibble at the edge of her ear, earning a small sigh for my trouble.
Through it all, Karla said not a word. However, as she guided my hip with her hand, pressed her ass against me, clamped down with her thighs, and arched her breasts forward to meet my touch, the communication was clear. We were both enjoying what was happening.
I knew what I wanted to do next, and it only took me a moment to make up my mind. Yet still I hesitated, until I forced myself to act lest I chicken out. Reluctantly leaving Karla's breasts, I slid my hand down in search of the hem of her T-shirt. When my hand slipped under and touched Karla's belly, we both froze. For me, it was a watershed event, a contact with Karla I could scarcely imagine.
I had touched Karla's stomach before, either wrestling around, or perhaps helping her work through a drill on the field, but this was sexual contact. I froze to savor the moment, and to gather my courage. When Karla stiffened against me, I had no way of knowing what she was thinking. So I held my position and waited for her reaction, aware that if she stopped me here, it would be wise and unsurprising. However, she made no move stop me, and in the stillness I could hear her breathing, and it had an excited edge to it. Knowing that I had to press on before I lost my nerve, I started to slide my hand upward ever so slowly. Karla was as physically fit as any person I knew, and as my hand encountered slight ripples in her hard stomach I knew it was the outline of muscles that I could only envy. My movements were slow, partly to savor the experience, and partly to give Karla a chance to stop me. I was powerless to stop myself, and a part of me hoped that Karla, the child, would make a mature and wise decision that this had gone far enough. It was the only hope I had, the only possibility to keep me from doing something so wrong, so against my belief system. I needed Karla to save me, and I must confess that I was very aware of this as I reached for her youthful breast. Stoked by desire, yet disturbed by an undercurrent of fear, my mind was in turmoil. I never wanted something so badly, and at the same time I never wanted to be denied so badly…
VII.
Karla did not stop me, and I did not stop myself. My hand encountered Karla's rib cage, and I pressed on more urgently. It was a race now to touch Karla intimately, my mature hand against her immature breast, before the guilt and shame I was feeling could take root and bring me to my senses. Karla rolled slightly, invitingly, towards me, offering me access and making it plainly known she wanted it to happen as well. And I did not disappoint her. With greed and determination, in defiance of the rational part of my brain, I covered Karla's right breast with my hand. It was so tiny under my large hand, hardly more than a swelling in her skin topped by a small nipple, but it was heavenly. I cupped her gently, my fingers mere collateral as my palm totally covered her, and in that instant I was born again. The guilt and the shame, having suffered an embarrassing and total defeat, retreated quickly, and like a spoiled child that always gets what he wants, I relished the immoral victory.
Not the least bit troubled by my actions, her hand once again compelled my hip to move as I caressed her budding breast. It was a fabulous feeling, touching her in this way, and even though it was an inappropriate touch between a grown man and a preteen girl, I unconsciously did all I could to express the tenderness and love I felt for her through my hand. This was not the groping, threatening sex between a child molester and his victim. It was true fascination and adoration, and I could barely breathe. When I eased my hand over to her left breast, Karla once again shifted to give me better access. It was a subtle move, but it was reassuring, letting me know she did not mind. That I, the adult and chaperone, was requiring reassurance from one of my primary charges, was totally lost on me at the moment. Her tiny left breast was my total focus, every bit as divine as the right, and I carefully studied every square millimeter with my fingers.
Small as it was, I could still detect the outline of a budding breast, the soft flesh in distinct contrast to Karla's otherwise rock-hard body. Using my fingertips to tease her young nipple, it did not respond and stiffen as I was accustomed, and I assumed this was due to her age and immaturity. But there was no doubt that area around her nipple puffed up in response to my stimulation, and this turned me on. The immoral beast in me, whose existence I did not even appreciate until this night, had taken over completely. I was naked and aroused, my cock as hard as it had ever been, and I was in bed with a beautiful and willing girl. That she was significantly underage and totally inexperienced was no longer a concern, it was a source of excitement. Leaning in I kissed Karla's cheek as I fondled her budding breasts, then I nibbled and licked at her ear, causing her to giggle. Then I simply did what had to be done.
Moving my hand from her breasts, I took hold of the bottom of Karla's shirt and lifted it up her body. My left arm was still trapped under me, so it was once again awkward, but Karla merely lifted up and helped me out. Her T-shirt fluttered to the floor as she settled back against me, the warmth of her naked back feeling heavenly against my chest. She was now topless, and my hands moved freely from breast to breast. However, I had not yet achieved my objective.
Disengaging my cock from Karla's thighs, a place it surely did not wish to leave, I rolled her flat on her back, lying alongside my body. We were now eye to eye, and with my eyes well adjusted to the darkness, I could easily see the expectation on her face. I looked deep into her eyes, trying to express the love and caring I felt for her, trying to let her know that this was as much an earth-shattering event for me as it was for her, and she did not look away. When I leaned in to kiss her lips, she turned her head slightly and our lips met gently, but with a passion that I could easily sense, and was certain she could as well. It was a sweet kiss, so tender, and we repeated it over and over. Perhaps Karla had kissed a boy before now, but I seriously doubted it, and I was fully aware that this may be the first romantic kiss of her life. I could say I put so much effort into making it memorable because I wanted her first kiss to be special, but in reality it was the most romantic kiss of my life. The moment our lips first touched, it was electric for me, and the subsequent kisses were instinctive, reflexive, and quite honestly out of my control. I couldn't help myself, I wanted as much of this as I could get. When I finally held a kiss, then parted my lips and touched hers with my tongue, Karla wasn't totally surprised. She parted her lips and let me in, unintentionally mocking my efforts to indoctrinate her to passionate kissing gently. As my tongue sought out hers, I remembered the stories she once shared of her drunken mother bringing guys home and not caring what Karla and her sister saw. So perhaps she knew what to expect, but I was certain that this was more loving than anything she had witnessed. Or at least I tried to make it so.
At first, kissing Karla with my tongue was sloppy. Ever the smart girl, Karla made no effort to act as if she knew what to do. Instead, she followed my actions, and before long we were kissing deeply and passionately. It wasn't perfect, but it was incredible. My right hand played at her breasts, and my throbbing cock lay across her thighs, my hot skin touching hers, and I felt I could kiss her forever. But my cock ached for attention, and I had other plans, so I broke away, tracing a line of kisses under Karla's chin and around her neck. Trying hard to see my targets in the dark, I lifted up to shift my body down the bed. As I did, Karla's hand, which had been lying across her stomach, reached out and came into contact with my cock for the first time. I froze as her inexperienced hand fumbled at my member, wanting to shout with joy when her young fingers wrapped around me. But as it was, I was committed to the move I was making, and now knowing that Karla was willing to touch me sexually, I had the confidence of knowing her hand would be back. Pulling away from her hand as I slipped down, she let out a small groan of disappointment, but I suspected that in a matter of moments her regrets would be forgotten.
Barely able to breathe, barely able to think straight, I resumed my kisses at Karla's neck, then traced a line across her breast bone. She sensed right away what I was up to, and I felt her body stiffen, not in fear I now knew, but in anticipation. Teasing her as I rubbed my aching cock against her legs, I kissed all around her breasts, drawing near, but each time turning away. Her chest began to rise in anticipation, then collapse with a sigh each time I changed direction. She was imploring me to consummate the act with her body, and I loved the power I felt at arousing a young girl, this young girl, in this way. My right hand traced lines along Karla's stomach as I teased, dipping down often to follow the elastic at the top of her shorts. Finally sensing she was ready to pop, and unable to resist any longer, my mouth smothered her right breast…
