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Ok, so my internet connection didn't let me do it yesterday. Hope this is good enough.
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I slid my hand down to her crotch and gently stroked her smooth, soft labia. Giggling, she announced, "that tickles!" I blew a raspberry and she responded in kind as I continued to softly caress her labia.
After a little while, I ran one finger across the little hint of her hood peeking out from between her lips and it was like a jolt went through her. She gasped, then laughed, blushing, and I grinned at her and continued with the slow, gentle stroking.
After another minute or two, she started to relax, her body melting into mine, as I continued rubbing.
"Do you like this?"
"It feels good," she declared, holding my free hand in both of hers. I gently kissed her on the forehead, which was as far as I could reach while positioned like this, and told her to close her eyes. She complied, trusting me implicitly.
I had a little girl's unquestioning trust, and I was abusing it like this. Afterward, I could see the newspaper headlines about how I was the worst kind of criminal scum for 'corrupting the innocence of a child', but at the moment I didn't think about anything but... this. This one moment of paradise. I had a beautiful young girl who trusted me, liked me, thought I was cool, and she made me feel good. Now it was my turn to make her feel as good as she made me feel, and I intended to return the favor.
I gradually increased the speed of my stroking, watching her labia stretch, squish, and move as I rubbed them. I got closer and closer to the center until I was rubbing down her soft, moist slit, her hood between my fingers. I'm not entirely certain, but I think the way I was doing it was putting pressure on her clitoris without stimulating it directly. She was certainly responding positively.
Her face was flushed and her breathing was fast and shallow, eyes squeezed shut. A soft moan escaped her lips and I intensified my rubbing a little more. She arched her hips slightly, giving my hand better access to her holiest of holies, and I looked away from her face to... whoa.
Her crotch was pink, not pale white like marble. Could crotches blush? I was just starting to realize this meant she was actually aroused by what I was doing, when my middle finger made another pass through her slit and came out warm and... slimy.
It took a second for me to figure that out, and I did the dumbest thing possible at that moment.
I stopped stroking her crotch, looked at my hand, and announced in a surprised voice, "You're wet!"
Sara's eyes shot open, her legs snapped shut, and she practically levitated off the bed, running out of the room before I even realized what was happening. The door to her room slammed shut before I even got out of my bed.
I knocked on the door and asked if she was all right and got no response. After a few moments of awkwardly standing naked outside a little girl's bedroom, I went back into my room, retrieved her shirt and panties, and stuck them in the laundry hamper.
Then I got dressed and sat down on the couch wondering what the hell just happened and vaguely aware that I'd screwed up somehow.