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they should before they say or do something — and it would only take just one of them to make a mistake like that to get me into all that trouble. So you have to decide if you can really keep it secret that I'm helping you with stuff like this.'

By the time I was done, I could see that she was horrified by all that might (probably would!) happen if anyone found out what she wanted me to do. She was old enough to understand that as bad as things had been after her parents divorced, she and her sister and mother hadn't lost everything, or had to face the kinds of personal problems that I'd described. It was plain as it could be that she knew how serious what she'd asked was, and that she understood the consequences of failing to keep that particular secret.

I sat across from her, waiting patiently as she thought about everything I'd said. The longer she sat there thinking, the more sure I was that whatever answer I got from her was something I could count on — that it wouldn't be a quick, glib, off-the-cuff response.

So I was actually pleased when a good five minutes went by before she looked into my eyes as she seriously told me 'I wouldn't tell anybody… not even Mom. Sometimes Gail tells me about stuff like this that she's having trouble with, so would it be okay if I told her some of what I learn with you? Not where I learned it, or anything, just what I know? And… and maybe tell her it's okay to talk to you about this stuff, too?'

That was what I'd wanted, and hoped, to hear — but I still let a few seconds go by as though I were thinking about her questions, before I answered 'I think that might be okay, as long as you're as careful as you say.'

Still serious, Emma nodded her head before informing me 'I will be, I promise!'

After a few seconds, I took one of her hands between mine and gently squeezed it before telling her 'Okay, Em, I'm going to trust you.', making her look relieved and pleased, both.

We both sat there for a bit, with me still holding her hand, before I told her 'I'm sorry if I worried you, or ruined things for today, or maybe even sounded like I didn't want to do anything with you. I really wasn't trying to do any of that; like I said, I just had to make SURE I wasn't going to get in trouble because I was helping you. If you want me to help you have an orgasm, I'll be glad to do that; we can do it today, if you want… or some other time, if that's better.'

She considered it for a moment before saying 'No, today would be okay. Better, even, 'cause Gail's still at school, and Mom won't be home until later, so it's just you and me.'

'Okay, if you want to do it today, we can. I think it'd be easier and more comfortable if you were laying down, and I sat next to you. How about if I spread a blanket on the floor? You can use one of the pillows, here, if you want, too.'

She smiled at me before answering 'Yeah, that sounds good…'. When she turned to select one of the throw pillows on the couch, I got up and dug out the old, soft blanket I kept handy. After I'd spread it out on the floor so she'd have a comfortable place to lay down, she dropped the pillow she'd chosen at one edge before waling out onto it, then laying down. As I stood there looking at her, I couldn't help but be delighted that I was starting to reap the results of my efforts of the past several months — I was finally going to get my hands on her delectable little body. I wasn't going to get to do anything more than that (I didn't consider the kissing I figured we'd be doing to count for anything), but it was still well ahead of where I'd started from…

Still, I took a few moments to really look at her — the blond hair, cute face, developing curves, and all the rest. As I treasured the sight of her, she looked up at me in complete confidence and trust; she knew that I wasn't going to do anything to hurt her, and had every reason in the world to think that I was going to help her.

Although I didn't want to, I remained dressed. I was ostensibly there to help Emma find out what an orgasm was like, and me getting naked with her would probably ruin things — something I sure didn't want at that point!

Maintaining my guise of calm acceptance, I sat next to her before telling her 'Em, I know that this is the first time you've done anything like this, so I want to make sure you know that I'm not going to hurt you. Because I'm older, I know that there are things that I can do that will help make you excited enough to have an orgasm, and I'm going to do them — unless you decide that you don't like them. If you do, TELL ME, and I'll stop, okay?'

Interested, but not afraid, she asked 'What things?'

Smiling, I told her 'Things like kissing, and touching you different ways and on different places.

Kissing your boobs. Stuff that really hurts a lot.', teasing.

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She grinned at my description, knowing that I wouldn't hurt her, before nodding her head in understanding.

'Now, if I start to do something you're not sure about, I'm going to ask that you at least give it a try before you decide you don't like it. Like I said, I'll stop if you want me to — just what I'm doing then, or completely, if that's what you want, any time you say. But like I said, some of those things are stuff that I think you'll like if you give them a chance, too. You've never had an orgasm before, so we are going to help you have one by finding out if there's something new or different that will help, okay?'

'I understand, Gary. I won't tell you to stop unless I'm really sure.'

Next, I told her 'Emma, there's something that I want you to know.'

As she looked up at me in curiosity, I continued 'There are probably girls at school that you hear people talking about.' She nodded, and I went on 'To those girls, the things they do with boys…

it just doesn't mean anything to them. Oh, it probably feels good, but they don't think of it as anything special. So because it isn't anything special to them, they aren't very careful about what guys they're with — and because what they do isn't special to the girl, then the girls isn't special to the guys. So because the girl isn't special to them, the guys tell each other about what happened, and it isn't long before everybody is hearing about it. What I want you to know is that I think you're special, and that it really means a lot to me that you trust me to do this with you.

What I feel about you is more than just liking you; you could even say that I love you. Not like your mom and dad do, or that I want us to be married or anything like that — but what I feel is still love. I hope you understand that I'm willing to stuff like this with you because of that love, and that you'll be careful and picky about any guy that you're with. I love you too much, and think you're too special, and I care about you and want you to be happy.'

'But I do think this is special, Gary, and I… I love you, too, like you said — caring about you, and wanting you to be happy, too. If you weren't already somebody special to me, I never would have asked you to help me like this, or even started talking to you about all that other stuff. I loved you, and knew that you loved me, and that's why we're like this, now. But it was still nice to hear you say it.'

After giving her a smile in answer, I got myself stretched out next to her, and propped up on my elbow. I could see that she was a trifle nervous, so the first thing I did was to reach out so I could softly cup her face in my hand — something that I could see surprised her a little bit. Lowering my head, I briefly touched my lips to hers as softly and chastely as I could. When I pulled back, I could see in her eyes how much that small, simple gesture meant to her. When I kissed her again, it was just as tender and innocent, but lasted longer when she started kissing me back.

She was a little hesitant at first; it took a couple of times before I realized that at her age, she was likely nervous about getting it 'right'. After a few more kisses (and my non-verbal encouragement) she seemed to realize that there wasn't really any way to get it wrong, and was soon returning my kisses easily and comfortably.

When we'd reached that point, I gently caressed her face for a little bit before slowly drawing my hand down her throat, then between her breasts, and finally coming to a halt with my hand splayed just below her navel. She looked into my eyes and smiled up at me as I did, my fingertips making only grazing contact with the smooth surface of her skin. When we started kissing again, I slowly curled my fingers several times so that my fingertips drew little lines on her soft flesh before finally beginning to move my hand. I kept my touch to the area bounded by her sternum and a couple of inches above her mons, and her sides — at least, at first. When she didn't exhibit any anxiety or nervousness, I gradually expanded my touch to include her hips and waist, then the outsides and tops of her thighs.