Mandy and Me: Part 1 - Sex Stories

Mandy and Me: Part 1

... bar to show your mom, “It’s chocolate almond”. You turn around and run inside, giggling. I shake my head as if to snap back from reality and I smile at your mom. Thank God! I almost made a huge mistake. “Thanks again sweetheart, I hope you raise enough money for your competition. If you ever need to sell the last few chocolates, I’m sure Blake would love some more. Don’t hesitate to stop by!” she laughs and closes the door. I start to walk away to the next house and think about what just happened. What DID just happen?? I couldn’t have just…..no way did I just…..no no no. I didn’t. It must have been some weird misunderstanding. I shake it off and continue on to the next house. Later that night, just as I’m about to get into bed, I get this sudden urge to go back to your house and see you. I don’t know why. I can’t explain it. It’s like a force that’s pulling me towards you. I glance over at the clock, it's 8:00pm. He’s got to be getting ready for bed right about now… I think to myself. I put on my slippers and grab the keys to my mom’s car. She’s asleep already, so she doesn’t even notice that I leave. I drive over to your house. Something inside of me tells me that your window is the second window on the right side on the first floor of the house. It looks like your mom’s room is upstairs, so she won’t be able to hear me snooping around the side. I start to walk over to your window. I peer in and you’re playing with your hot wheels. You’re wearing pajamas with race cars ...

... all over them. He looks so cute and innocent. I look down and there’s your bulge...again. It’s as if I’m being teased. I tap on your window and you look up. You look confused at first, but then excited. I smile at you and motion for you to come unlock the window. “Hey! You’re the girl with the chocolate. Are you here to give me more?” you get really excited. “No no,” I laugh. “Blake, sweetie, I came to play with you! You were so lonely and needed a buddy to play with,” I say in a way that would sound creepy to an adult. “I love hot wheels, too. Wanna race them”? You smile REALLY big now. “Heck yeah I wanna race them! I must warn you, you’ll never beat my blue car! He’s the fastest!!!” I laugh again, “Okay, but you gotta let me in. And you can’t tell Mommy. This is like a…” I’m searching for the right words. “Like a secret friendship!!” “Sure! As long as you play with me!” I smile and climb through your window. I sit down on the middle of the floor with you and start to wheel around the little toy cars. “So, Blakey, how do you know your mommy isn’t going to come in and check on you?” I ask as I bite my nails. You laugh, as if I've said something stupid. “Oh, she won’t. We already did our goodnight kisses. She never bothers me after that”. I chuckle nervously, looking down at your bulge again. Something is drawing me to it and I can’t figure out what it is. “So, uh, how old are you?” “I’m 10,” you say, not looking up from your cars that you’re setting up in lines on the carpet. ...