mind was in turmoil, a mixture of horror and fascination, as I slowly slid my hand away as did my body as my hand was coming free and I felt a sense of relief that I was doing the proper thing. But just as my fingers slipped past her tender breast, she reaffirmed her grip on my arm, pulling my hand once again firmly over her little bud, her butt once again wriggling up against my crotch, her back once again firm against my chest.
Looking past Karla's shoulders, I could see it was nearly 1:00 a.m. I calculated a maximum of five minutes had passed since I awoke with a start, but it seemed like an eternity. I had to make a decision. Do I continue to try and casually remove myself from Karla, while still offering some degree of comfort which she so obviously needed, or do I simply get up and move to the other bed? It was clear I needed to end this now. I was at the edge of the bed and could not move further to put distance between us. Even as I made up my mind to move to the unoccupied bed, a remarkable thing happened. Karla suddenly shifted, grinding her ass hard against my crotch and rubbing my hand tightly against her breast, then shifting it downward so I now touched her left breast. It was if she was stretching in her sleep, but the effect on me was instantaneous and devastating; in renewed horror I felt stiffening in my groin. With my hand pressed firmly into Karla's young breast, and her tiny ass driven tightly against my groin, my cock simply began to stir of its own accord. Willing it to stop, my breathing came to a halt, all my powers of concentration focused on my cock. But it was if I was a teenager again, trying not to get an erection at an inappropriate time, and finding that my awareness of the problem only made it worse.
My penis continued to swell. Had Karla been awake, there was no doubt she would be able to feel the change, and I said a silent prayer of thanks for small favors. I now knew it was time to get up.
I had lost my resolve…
V.
Little Karla's body was lean and muscular, pure athlete. Quite often I had admired her, not in a sexual way, just simple admiration of her fitness, strength and endurance. She could hold her own with any of the boys she encountered on the field, yet that ability was encased in a much lovelier, graceful package. In particular her firm brown legs set her apart from the boys on the field, and I knew from helping her with wraps, or from helping her work out cramps, that they were pure muscle over bone. To now feel my swelling cock pressed against her firm ass and thighs was intensely exciting, and I found my willingness to take advantage of her sleepy state growing much quicker than my commitment to act appropriately. I shifted my position, a prelude to getting up and changing beds. As soon as I moved, Karla wiggled her ass back against my swelling cock, and she rubbed my hand back and forth across her breath. Now I lifted up so I could see her face, certain she must be awake, but Karla's eyes were closed, her breathing subdued, and she looked contentedly asleep. Her small breast suddenly felt incredible under my hand, as I strained my senses to memorize every feature. My cock, now all but totally hard, had worked itself into the crack of her ass, and even if she wasn't aware of it, I certainly was. Rational thought was a thing of the past. My body, and now my mind, had responded to the occasion.
Karla once again pressed her ass hard against my cock, the thin nylon of my shorts doing little to contain my excitement. Her hands slid my own palm off her left breast and back to the right. This time as my hand passed over her breast, I cupped it slightly, then released it quickly for fear she would notice. But her only reaction was to hold my hand more firmly against her. Unsure of the meaning, I once again leaned over her, looking for signs of awakening. But in the faint light of the room, it seemed she was still asleep. On reflex, and without thinking of what I was doing, I lightly kissed the side of her head, only realizing what I had done when the clean smell of her hair filled my nostrils. Karla let out a faint sigh and I kissed the side and back of her head a few times; light, gentle kisses. Almost without thought, my hand started to move slightly against Karla's small breast, now feeling her by my own actions, not hers. It was subtle, but obvious to me what I was doing, and probably to her if she was alert at all. I had a fear that if she was dreaming, than if she suddenly awakened there would be no explaining my actions. When another small sigh passed from her lips, however, all caution was cast aside. Again I cupped her small breast, gently kneading her flesh and reveling in the small, firm hint of future womanhood. Her grip on my wrist lessened, and either consciously, or in her sleep, Karla was allowing me do what I was doing. Growing bolder, I dropped my hand downward, covering Karla's left breast again, and Karla shifted slightly so I had more room, and her grip lessened even more. That was it; I was now officially over the edge.
I pulled my hand from her breast, this time with no resistance, and started to work my shorts and underwear down. Lying on my side, with my left arm tucked under my pillow and head, it wasn't easy, yet slowly and carefully I eased my shorts down across my thighs, my calves, then off my feet. Drawing the clothing from under the covers, I dropped them to the floor beside the bed. Having been horrified by the situation I was in just a short time ago, I was now, by my own intent, totally naked, and sporting a raging hard-on, as I lay in a hotel room bed snuggled up with a beautiful girl. As I pressed against Karla once again, I wasn't disappointed. She wormed her ass against me just like before as she guided my hand back to her chest. Now unconstrained, and hard as steel, my cock extended straight out, pressing into the crack of Karla's ass, the head rubbing against her bare thighs. Karla squirmed some more, and when she settled back down the end of my cock was trapped between her muscular thighs. I could feel the heat of her skin against my cock, and I could feel my heart pounding in my throat.
Certain now that she must be awake, I leaned forward once again, but in the darkness it was impossible to tell if she was feigning sleep or not. She gave no indication of being awake. My nakedness against her did not seem to trouble her, and it damn sure didn't trouble me. I kissed her cheek, and then her ear, then once again nuzzled into her hair as I rubbed my cock ever so slightly in the vice formed by her legs, stroking her right breast gently. I was very aware that what I was doing was wrong. I was very aware that what I was doing was illegal. And I was very aware that I did not intend to stop. Having come this far, however, I was content to lay naked against Karla and hold her breast until she awakened, or decided to move. To be honest, although I had noticed Karla's youthful body, and had enjoyed, albeit amidst my denial, the voyeuristic opportunities I had around her, I really didn't know what to do. I had never considered having sex with someone a third my age, and I didn't know if an eleven year old girl could experience sexual pleasure as I understood it. Thinking back to my own youth, I must have been 13 or 14 years old when I first came to understand how much fun sexual release could be. Confused as I was, the thing I knew for certain was that I would like to touch more of Karla's body, to feel her youth and her strength, and to reach my hand into places I had scarcely the courage to consider. But I was afraid that she would come fully awake and be terrified by my behavior. So I settled in against her hard body, wedged my cock slowly back and forth between her thighs, and tried to understand every feature of her tender breasts under her shirt…
VI.
Karla escalated things. Her head tilted towards me slightly, and in the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains, I could see her eyes were now open, and I could swear a faint smile touched her lips. Her head settled back to the pillow with a sigh, and then her right hand released my wrist. I held my breath as she reached down, thinking for a second it was a reflex action and scared what might happen next. Then her hand settled on my hip, her fingers spreading across my bare skin. She should have contacted my clothing, but instead she was touching me, and in a place where no eleven year old girl should touch a grown man, clothed or otherwise. I was almost certain it was deliberate, and was trying hard to decide, when she confirmed it. With the slightest amount of pressure, she encouraged movement in my hips, and I quickly realized she wanted me to resume the slight movement of my cock between her thighs.
To say I was incredulous would be a gross understatement. Not only was this young girl aware of my deviant behavior, she was actively encouraging it. It would only be upon reflection much later that I would realize she knew what she was doing from the very beginning. I'm not trying to say that Karla seduced me, that it was all her idea and not my fault. That would be unfair. She probably didn't exactly know where things would lead, but when I looked back I knew she had rubbed against me, and pulled my hand against her breast, on purpose. That I acted on it was my fault, and my fault alone, and all my weeks and months of recriminations that followed were well earned by my actions and lack of good moral judgment. My hip movements became more pronounced, and the feel of my cock slipping between Karla's silky smooth and firm thighs was simply intoxicating. My hand on her breast became
