By Misty Meadow
I live in a small flat on the tenth floor of a high rise block in a council estate in North London. It’s a pretty crummy area, our building being closely surrounded by other tower blocks, the nearest being not much more than twenty-five feet away. They’ve just finished building and families are moving in. I’m luckier than most, because my flat is on the top floor at the end, so only half of my view is blocked.
My name is Misty and I’m twenty-one, having just finished at Uni with a shitty degree and little hope of a decent job. I’m currently employed as an assistant in a flower shop at minimum wage and it’s a struggle to make ends meet. Still, can’t complain, lots of people are worse off.
It’s Saturday morning and I roll out of bed, have a delicious pee, make a cup of coffee and sit out on my balcony on a plastic garden chair. I’m still dressed in my old white cotton nightie, which I’ve had since I was a little girl, so it’s indecently short on me. I don’t care. Who’s gonna see me? A screen to my left gives me privacy from my next door neighbour and if I sit close to it and back from the edge of the balcony, I can only be seen by the flat exactly opposite mine — which has been empty, until now.
But today, I see someone behind the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. The glass door slides open and a young girl steps out, dressed in a short frilly flared skirt and a camisole top that might or might not be an undergarment. Who can tell, these days?
She looks across at me. I can see she’s pretty in the way that little preteen girls are, cuteness mixed with innocence.
I decide to play a little game. I’m going to pretend that I don’t even notice that she’s there, and then be a little careless about how I’m sitting. Knowing that my nightie doesn’t cover what it should, and being the dedicated exhibitionist that I am, I make things more interesting by lifting my heels up onto the edge of the chair and parting my knees twelve inches or so.
Now I know my cunt is visible and my excitement builds. I gaze off to the right, apparently enjoying the view of London’s rooftops, “unaware” that I’m being watched. A little shiver of excitement runs through my body.
I love showing off my cunt to other girls. Did I mention I’m gay? I like to expose myself, and I like looking at cunts and doing all sorts of unmentionable things with them.
From the corner of my eye I can see the little girl staring at me. She’s close enough that I can see the smile on her face. Then, as my excitement builds, she steps back inside and comes back immediately, holding up a phone. It looks like she’s taking a picture of me, but as she continues to hold the phone without moving, I realize she must be taking a video.
Oh, this is precious! My cunt is being filmed! I carelessly let my knees fall further open so that I’m now in a pose that can only be described as lewd. Nothing more happens for about twenty seconds, except that my heartbeat steps up.
I’m gonna let you into a secret. I’m not only an exhibitionist lesbian, but I’m also into little girls. Yes, I’m a fucking paedophile, but not one of those monsters who lures kids into a rusty old van, drives off to the woods and molests them, no. (They’re always men, anyway). I’m just a nice girl who happens to get sexually aroused around little girls.
They have to be old enough to have sexual feelings (I was eight when I had my first crush on another girl, nine when I started masturbating), but not past puberty. If their tits are just budding and their pubic hairs are just a wisp, that’s fine, but as soon as they blossom into young women, my inner child-lover turns off, and I regard them in a different light. Now they have to be approached differently. Their innocence and vulnerability are gone, but they’re more available in a direct way — so yeah, I do have hot sex with teen girls and mature lesbians. But adult sex arouses a different type of lust in me, more aggressive and direct. This could be a result of being seduced by a teacher when I was thirteen, who taught me the delights of cunnilingus, rimming, fisting, watersports, nipple play and, as you’re discovering, showing off my cunt to any female who wants to see it. I have no idea why I’m so aroused by little girls, though.
You can find me on several websites, posing with other naked girls, happy to let ourselves be seen by the whole world. But I digress.
The girl steps back into her flat — and though I patiently wait, she doesn’t reappear. Eventually, I give up and go inside to take a shower.
Coming back into my living room naked, drying myself off with a towel, I look across the way and the girl is there again, with her phone. I wonder if she can see me through the glass. Without making eye contact, I slide my glass door open and stand just inside, dragging the towel across my back to dry it. Then I turn, open my dresser drawer and select a pair of ordinary white cotton knickers, the kind you buy at Marks & Spencer’s, three to a pack. I drop the towel, pull the knickers halfway up my thighs and leave them there. I put my hands on my bum and arch backwards as though stretching, then bring one hand round to my front and run a finger up and down my cunt.
Then I turn sideways and look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit I look pretty hot. There’s something about knickers at half-mast that looks sexier than mere nudity. I slowly pull them all the way up, nice and tight to create a camel toe, then put my hand down the front and push my middle finger into my cunt. I pump it in and out a few times, knowing that from her flat the action, in profile, will be quite evident, then I pull my hand out and suck my finger.
Figuring that’s enough of a sex show for the moment, I put on a white singlet that shows my nipples off nicely and a pair of skimpy nylon jogging shorts. No, I’m not gonna jog, no way. It’s just a sexy outfit that lets me show off my legs. I step back into the doorway and look across, just in time to see the girl disappear back into her flat.
*****
It’s after lunch and I’m back on my balcony, sitting on my chair, reading a paperback, keeping an eye on the flat across the way. I’ve taken my jogging shorts off. Who knows, my little nymphet might appear again. I have my own phone handy, just in case.
Eventually, my patience is rewarded. I see her come out onto her balcony, dressed as before. She looks across at me and I pretend to be reading, but I’m holding my phone flat against the cover of the book, hoping that she won’t notice it — or if she does, she’ll play the same “unaware” game as I am.
Without looking at me, she lifts one leg and puts her foot on the balcony rail, a difficult feat because it’s a metre high. I fumble with my phone and manage to start recording a video. Her lifted leg exposes a sizeable area of her white knickers as she adjusts the strap of her sandal. I zoom in. Then she lowers her leg and does the same with the other. It would’ve been much easier for her to simply squat down and fix her footwear, but then I wouldn’t have got such a terrific upskirt shot. Then she steps inside the flat and turns to face me again, unfastening the side of her skirt and letting it fall to her ankles. She has on the same kind of knickers as mine, plain white cotton. My heart is racing. The girl lifts her cami over her head, shakes her hair free and tosses it aside. She looks utterly delicious, a sweet preteen angel wearing nothing but knickers. My inner paedophile is now wide awake, eager for more. She turns her back to me and slides her knickers all the way down, bending forward as she does so, offering me a view of her lovely little bum. Then she disappears from sight.
I look at my phone. I’ve caught it all perfectly. When I zoomed in, it was as though I was about eight feet from her. The definition is crisp, the lighting perfect. If she’d zoomed in with her phone this morning, then she’d captured a thrilling view of my cunt, and right now the thought is making me wet.
I get up, go inside, close the door and partially close the curtain to darken my room, then lie on my bed, push my knickers down to mid thigh and put a hand between my legs. Holding my phone with my other hand, I play the video — the classic upskirt and the dropping of her skirt, the exposure of her perfectly flat chest with its tiny nipples, and the descent of her knickers, revealing her tight little bum cheeks. I don’t have to frig myself for long before I come, a delicious wave of paedo lust sweeping over me.
*****
It’s Sunday morning and I’m in the corner mini-mart, looking for a bottle of bargain wine. It’s much cheaper than drinking in a pub, and I can spend the time saved surfing for child porn. The pickings are slim, these days (the porn, not the wine), but I have managed to assemble an impressive collection of still pictures of naked little girls, all carefully stored on thumb drives hidden in my flat. I’m not gonna leave that dangerous stuff on my computer or phone.
I look down the aisle and my heart skips a beat. There she is! The girl on the balcony, wearing the same skirt but with a cotton vest. It’s clearly an undergarment, but on a girl as young as she is, it wouldn’t invite comment. Oh, it’s my lucky day! I walk up to her.
“Hello, neighbour,” I say, giving her a friendly smile.
She looks up, goes blank for a second, then recognises me. A grin breaks out on her face. “Hello,” she says.
“Have you just moved in?”
“Yeah, last week, me and my Gran.”
I smile and in a non-threatening tone ask, “You weren’t by any chance taking a picture of me yesterday?”
“It was a video,” she confesses, grinning. “I wasn’t sure you’d noticed.”
“How did it turn out?”
“Awesome!” she says, using the only adjective that kids seem to know these days. “You were very naughty.”
I move closer and whisper, “I love being naughty. I’m a very bad girl. Do I get to see the video?”
She hesitates. “All right.” She pulls her phone from the pocket of her skirt, turns it on and hands it to me. There I am, sitting on my chair, my cunt just visible between my thighs, and then I lift my feet up and the camera zooms in so it seems like I’m just a few feet away. My legs spread and there’s my cunt, on display for the whole world to see. I’m looking away, apparently unaware. The picture wobbles a bit, zooms out then back in for a final look and the screen goes dark. It lights up again, showing me with my towel, showing my cunt again and briefly frigging myself. Sucking my finger was a nice touch, I had to admit.
“Oh, my God!” I laugh. “Look at me. Look at little Misty showing off her cunt. Oh, how precious!”
She gives me a puzzled look. “You’re not little.”
“I like to think of myself as little. I like little girls, too. What’s your name?”
“Cherry.”
“And you live alone with your grandma?” I want to know who else might be able to see my cunt.
“Yeah, but don’t worry, she’s half blind and everything’s a blur to her. She can’t see across to your flat and she never looks at my phone.”
“That’s good, ‘cos when it’s sunny, I sit out on my balcony with nothing on and get an all-over tan. If I sit in the corner, yours is the only flat that can see me.” I impulsively decide to be completely honest with her. “I have a confession to make. Yesterday afternoon, I took a video of you undressing.”
She giggles. “I know. I could see you trying to hide your phone with your book.”
“Wanna see it?”
“Ooh, yes,” she says, eagerly. So I take my phone out, start the video and hand it to her. “You can see up my skirt,” she says, but not in a complaining way.
“No shit. Don’t tell me that leg lift thing was accidental, either.”
She giggles. “The rail was a bit high, but it worked, didn’t it? Oh, look at me in my knickers! I was naughty, too.”
“And you have a lovely bum, Cherry.”
She hands my phone back to me. “So we’re even, then?”
“It’s not a contest, it’s just a game. I like being naked around my friends and I’ve decided that you’re gonna be my friend.” She glows. I continue, “As it happens, there are naked pictures of me on the internet. You can look at them if you want. Anyone can.”
Her eyes go big. “The internet? Wow! You must really like showing off your… ”
“…Cunt,” I say. “Don’t you?”
“I… I’ve never shown it to anyone. Even Grandma never sees it, ‘cos of her eyesight.”
I decide to take the plunge. “Would you like to come up to my flat and look at my pictures, Cherry?”
She nods, eagerly, and I grab the cheapest bottle of wine I can find while she loads her basket with frozen dinners, we take turns paying, then we leave. I take her hand as we walk back to my building, where we catch the lift up to the tenth floor.
On the face of it, it would seem unlikely that a girl whom I met just minutes ago would willingly accompany me to my flat. Hasn’t her gran ever told her not to go with strangers? But in our case, all caution was set aside once we’d dealt with the fact that we’d surreptitiously been filming one another. That set up an immediate bond, and we’re now two individuals who’ve conspired to do something wicked together. We could blackmail each other if we chose, but then why would we?
In my flat, I put her groceries in my freezer so they won’t thaw, then pour a glass of wine for myself and half a glass for Cherry. As young as she is, I’m guessing ten or eleven, that’s about as much as I dare risk.
She sits on my bed (the flat is really just a bed sitter plus a bathroom and kitchen), her back against the headboard, knees up under her chin. I can see the gleam of white knickers between her thighs. I aim my phone at her and the flash goes off. She grins and lets her knees fall apart, giving me another beautiful upskirt shot. I show her the pictures and we laugh.
Then I sit at my computer and boot it up. She comes and stands beside me, her hand on my shoulder. I find the website that features me and some friends, naked in a field. There’s nothing especially lewd, but our cunts are perfectly visible. I don’t show her the lesbian video I starred in, because it looked a bit staged with a lot of fake panting and gasping, and neither of us even came.
“You’re very pretty, Misty,” she comments.
“Not half as pretty as you, Cherry,” I say sincerely. “When I was your age, I was a lot prettier than I am now. Like you, I looked like a perfect little angel, though I was always very naughty.”
“Like how?”
“Oh, I used to pee through my knickers in public. I’d just let a little bit go, just enough to get them wet. My aunt who brought me up used to spank me for it. She’d take me across her knee, lift my dress, pull my knickers down and slap my bum cheeks. It never hurt, though I’d pretend it did. I think she just liked pulling my knickers down.” She giggles. “Little girls’ bums are so cute. I have some pictures. Wanna see them?”
“Oh, yes!” she says, her eagerness quite evident.
I take one of my thumb drives from its hiding place (I’m not gonna tell you where) and plug it in. This is the least extreme of my collections, showing preteens as young as eight in their undies with several of them naked, either innocently or in quite lewd displays.
Cherry stares at the screen as I scroll through them. I put my arm round her hip. What I really want to do is run my hand up the inside of her thigh and rub my finger on her knickers where it really counts, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
“What do you think?” I ask, when the slideshow ends.
“They’re all so pretty.”
“And sexy, like you.”
“I’m not sexy. I’m too young. I’m only ten.”
Oh, my God, only ten! She could be two or three years away from her dreaded puberty, that age when little girls start liking boys and lose interest in the women who love them. I have plenty of time to enjoy my new angel friend.
“Ten’s not too young. I was sexy at ten. I started touching myself in bed at night when I was younger than you.”
“And you still do it? Touch yourself, I mean?”
“Of course. Every girl does that.” I don’t ask if she does, not wanting to make her feel embarrassed if she does, or uncool if she doesn’t. “Can I take some pictures of you?”
Her face lights up. She plonks herself down on the end of the bed and lies back, then lifts her skirt up over her chest. I grab my phone and take a picture.
“Wanna see my cunt?” she asks. When little girls talk dirty, my tummy churns with excitement, and her question is about the dirtiest thing I’ve ever heard from a little girl.
“Oh, my God, YES!” I gasp.
Without another word, she reaches down and pulls the crotch of her knickers to one side so her cunt is fully revealed to me, utterly devoid of hair. To most people, it would just appear to be nothing more than a vertical slit in her prominent mound, but to me it’s a treasure waiting to be explored. My flash goes off as I move about, shooting from different angles, then I kneel for a close up, her cunt filling the lower half of the screen, her smiling face above. “Perfect!” I gush.
“Take my knickers off,” she demands.
My heart is in my throat as I reach out, hook my fingers into the waist of her knickers and slowly slide them down to mid-thigh. I take more pictures as she lies there, her smile getting bigger by the minute. For good measure, I unfasten her skirt and take that off too. Her phone falls out of the pocket and I pick it up and put it on the bed beside her. Now all she has on is her white cotton vest, the scoop neck decorated by a narrow edging of lace. It doesn’t even cover her belly button.
More pictures. I’m now in the realm of creating child porn, but I’m far too carried away to care. She lifts her legs so that her knees are up by her ears and her bum’s up in the air, exposing both her orifices, her thrilling cunt and her darling little rosebud. My phone flashes away every couple of seconds. She lets her knees fall out sideways, creating the lewdest pose possible — and I almost come right there and then.
I drop my phone and kneel on the floor right at the bottom of the bed. “Put your feet on my shoulders,” I say, “then you won’t have to hold them up.” She complies and I gaze at her cunt, now inches from my face. “Can I touch it?” I ask, hoping against hope.
“No one’s ever touched me there before.” I think she’s about to add “no” but instead she says, “You can kiss it if you like.”
Oh, my sweet darling little nymphet, I think, you’re driving me crazy. I can detect the faint aroma of sex coming off her, a lighter, sweeter aroma than the smell of adult pussy — and I inhale deeply.
Unable to wait any longer, I lower my head, my pursed lips planting a kiss right on her slit. Cherry’s hand strokes my hair. I extend my tongue, searching for her vulva, feeling her shiver with delight. I drag my tongue down and then all the way up to her clit, teasing the tiny bump that will soon be the source of the best of her pleasure, then go back to tonguing her vagina again.
I come up for air and gaze up at her. She’s holding her phone up high, taking selfies of us as I eat her pussy. Oh, God, she’s so beautiful!
Her radiant smile makes my heart flutter. “That was nice, Misty. Do it again.”
I’m more than happy to comply. I could spend the rest of my life with my face between her slender thighs. Another deep breath through my nose, and I’m down in there again, in heaven, thrilled to be teaching a little girl about the joys of cunnilingus.
Wanting to show her even more, I lift my head, slip my middle finger in my mouth to moisten it, then press its tip to her cunt. Her legs spread even wider in invitation and I carefully push it inside. My finger meets no resistance. Her hymen has already been invaded, by whom or what, who knows? She gasps.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, no! Don’t stop. Push it all the way in. Oh my God! It feels amazing. You’re setting me on fire!”
I can’t help but smile. “This is finger fucking. Girls like me do it to themselves when there’s no one else to do it for them.”
Cherry’s cunt is wet, the aroma of sex getting stronger. Her eyes are tightly shut, her face contorted in what looks like pain, but I know is ecstasy. She gasps and her hips buck up and I pull my finger out and clamp my lips on her cunt. She lets out a little cry, then slumps back on the bed.
Did I make her come? I raise my head and look at her. Her laboured breathing slowly comes back to normal, and she opens her eyes and gazes at me adoringly.
“Oh, Misty,” she murmurs, “I came. You made me come. So that’s what it’s like. Now I know what all the fuss is about. It was awesome! It was the most thrilling thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I lift her feet from my shoulders and gently lower them to the bed. She lies there, smiling at me.
Her phone is on my nightstand, where she left it. I hand it to her. “Now it’s your turn to take pictures of me,” I say, sliding my shorts down and taking my T shirt off. Her phone flashes.
“Misty in just her knickers,” she murmurs, “Oh, how delicious! I love your tits and your nipples are so big.”
“Wanna see my cunt again?” I ask and, without waiting for a reply, ever so slowly begin to slide them down as the camera flashes as fast as she can take the shots. When my knickers are at mid-thigh, I lace my fingers behind my head and push my hips out.
“You like it, Cherry?”
“It’s gorgeous! Will my cunt have big lips like that when I grow up?”
“It will,” I say, parting them with my fingers, “and you’ll have a nice little clit like this for your girlfriends to play with to make you feel good.” It pokes out between two of my fingers. I let my knickers fall and move close to the end of the bed, pushing her back so she lies down.
I kneel over her, shuffling forwards until I straddle her face, her upper arms pinned down by my calves. “Take a good close look, Cherry. I love it when little girls look at my cunt.”
She gazes intently at my dripping wet pussy, then brings her forearms up over my thighs and uses her fingers to part my lips. A fleeting thought crosses my mind as I think how exciting it would be if I just let my bladder go and peed on her lovely face, but it’s way too soon for that. In the days to come, I’ll carefully introduce her to watersports, to fisting, to anal play and the delights of dildoes — everything a young lesbian ought to know about.
Her huge eyes seem to say “I love you, Misty,” as I inch forward, until my cunt is just inches from her sweet mouth.
“Can I kiss you?” she asks.
I don’t need to answer.
Continue on to Part Two