Fourth Grade Love

Written by PantyMan

Nathan, or Nate as he preferred to be called. was in love. Not that he knew that he was in love, because at 9 things like that don't happen. All he knew was that Brandy, who sat across from him in school, and was also 9, made him feel funny every time she looked at him. Her eyes would always seem to sparkle when she looked at him, and it made him feel funny inside. As the days passed, the looks got more and more conspiratorial, until, after about a week he realized that she was 'special', each time their eyes met, it was as if some unspoken message flashed between them. Of course at 9 neither of them knew what those messages were.

Only being a dumb lad, who up until now just thought that girls were cry babies who only played with dolls, Nate did nothing. Brandy, on the other hand, being a smart 'woman', knew that she had to get this 'boy' to take an interest in her, realizing, probably more by instinct than any teachings, that one day she would need a soul mate, and Nate seemed to her to be ideal.

Nate first realized that Brandy was 'different', a few weeks back. They had been sat doing a reading lesson. The teacher had left them to read the set book on their own, while she did some marking. Nate was happily reading his, when he felt someone staring at him. He looked up, and there across the aisle sat Brandy.

She too was reading her book, but was sat turned slightly, so that she was facing towards him. As he looked up, all he could see was her long golden tresses, and two enormous big blue eyes starring over the top of her book at him. She said nothing, just stared at him, although he could tell that she was smiling, and Nate realized that she made him feel funny inside.

Over the next few days, Nate noticed that she was always looking and smiling at him. and every time he saw her he had this funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. Then, he realized that every time he looked over at her, she would smile at him, then open her legs ever so slightly so that he could see her white panties. That made the funny feeling in his stomach get even worse.

Each time he looked at her, she seemed to open her legs wider, allowing him to see that her panties were tight across her crotch. All he could do was gulp and watch, as one time she slid her hand under her skirt and very slowly and deliberately rubbed the front of her panties. Then she lifted her hand to her nose and sniffed her hand, then pretended to blow the smell over the room to him, laughing as she did.

He realized that she made him feel so good and bad at the same time that he had to tell her how she made him feel, and decided to tell her the next time they went out into the school yard. Of course he had to be careful how he did it, as she usually played in the girls part of the yard, and only sissy boys went over that side. He decided to do it today, and as it turned out he was in luck. Instead of going across the yard to where most of the girls were, she was talking to Mr. Brandon, one of the teachers, just near the entrance.

He seemed to be lecturing her about something. As she left the teacher, she started to walk over to where the other girls were playing, but saw Nate, changed direction, and walked directly over to him. Nate felt himself blushing as she did.

"Hello Nate," she said, her voice rippling like a summer breeze - at least that is what Nate thought. "He...llo," he stuttered, his face turning bright crimson - it was the first time he had really spoken to her.

"So - whatcher doing?" she asked, her face lit with a beautiful smile - looking just like an angel - at least that is what Nate thought. "Nuthin..." he eventually managed to reply, his face remaining crimson. Brandy seemed to love the effect she was having on him, and her grin deepened. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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