"What's on, kid?" I asked the little girl. She was about eleven years old, rather tall for her age but very slim. She had long, dark hair, big brown eyes and her skin had the typical colour of richer Caribbean people: "cafe con leche" which means coffee with milk but with more milk than coffee. Her features were more European than black. She wore a light-blue dress, white anklets and black shoes. Everything very clean. She looked incredibly cute.

"Oh, hello Mister...I..I can't tell you!" She whispered in a girlish voice and blushed.

Could it be, that you should go to the toilet?" She nodded and cast down her eyes.

"Come on, I live just here." I pointed to the door of my apartment that was on the ground-floor. I lived there alone for almost ten years now.

"Oh, that's very kind Mister..but I can't....my mother..."

"Your mother told you never to go with a stranger." She nodded.

"But I'm no stranger, I'm your neighbour, I live here. You certainly have seen me before."

She brightened up a bit and nodded yes. "Okay, so where's the problem?"

"I don't know." She hesitated.

"I won't tell your mother!" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, thank you," she smiled, "you know, she would kill me if she found out!" I nodded, laid my arm around her shoulder and led her to my apartment. I asked her, if her mother was at home but she told me, she had to work until six o'clock -two hours from now.

I was trembling with excitement. Could this be true? I was leading a little girl to my place? My dearest fantasy was to become true. -Well, I must tell you, that I am living very lonely since my parents died. I had tried several times to date a woman, but I found out they disgusted me. The only thing that excited me were stories, videos and living little girls -like the one next to me. But I actually never had a good contact, I only looked at them in swimmingpools and in playgrounds hunting for panty-flashes. Then I imagined what I would do with the girl and jerked off.

But back from explaining. I felt the warmth of the little girl near me. I opened the door, asking for her name. She introduced herself as Lucy and I told her, she could call me Peter. She was nervous to get to the toilet so I led her in. My plan was made. I stayed in the bathroom with her and asked her age: 11 and a half. She looked around helplessly and I asked: "What's the problem?"

Lucy blushed: "Well Mister...uh Peter, could you...could you please leave me alone?"

I faked a surprise: "Why? we are friends. Friends have no secrets and besides, I have never seen a girl down there."

"But you are not supposed to look...Mom said..."......(cont)