Her Secret Life

Chapter 1

Paul Evans was sitting at his desk in his apartment thinking about work when he glanced out the window and first noticed the little girl by the swimming pool in the courtyard.

The computer program he was working on bad a bug somewhere in the feedback system, and his desk was strewn with papers, all but burying a compact desktop calculator. On a pedestal to his right stood an electric keyboard computer terminal, hooking him directly into a big computer at a research center a few miles away.

He carefully punched a complex formula into the calculator's memory storage, and then he found himself again staring out the window at the little girl by the pool. She was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini.

She looks a little young for you, Evans! Paul chided himself. Can't be more than twelve or thirteen!

But there was something about the slender child that held his attention and he watched her step out on the diving board. Honey blond hair swung straight almost to her round little ass. Her face was a delicate oval, her button nose still almost a little girl's. Her eyes were large and accented with long lashes, and Paul guessed they-would be blue.

Paul thought her body was absolutely beautiful. Her little breasts were just beginning to curve the top of her suit, and Paul thought he could just make out the shape of her little nipples through the cloth.

Her legs and ass already had the shape of a woman's, but more slender. The cheeks of her little ass were well rounded and had a saucy little bounce to them when she hopped up and down on the diving board. Her thighs were slender and well tapered.

She turned around on the board, and Paul looked where the tight bikini panty lewdly stretched across her little pussy. The mound of her pussy was just beginning to swell to maturity, not yet as full as that of a grown woman. She lay down on the diving board, stretched out in the sun, and her legs were spread just enough for Paul to see the bright yellow bikini stretch tightly between her thighs.

Jail-bait! Paul said to himself. And I should be ashamed of myself? A thirty-five year old man leering at a little girl! Next thing you know, I'll be out in the park in a dirty raincoat!

Paul made the desk computer read out the formula he had just programmed into it, and started a series of calculations based on the formula. He was copying figures from the computer readout to a flow-chart when the phone rang.

"Hello, Paul Evans here," he said.

"Paul? Oh, Paul, I'm so glad you're home!" It was a female voice; and Paul's face flashed a slight grimace of annoyance when he recognized it.

"Hello, Angela," Paul said. "Yes, I'm home… home working! You know I've only got a few days left to get this program set up for Engineering Dynamics."

A whining, note crept into Angela's high-pitched voice. "But, Paul! You promised we'd go out today!"

"I told you we might go out for dinner if I got enough work done!" Paul said. "But it's not even noon yet, Angela and I've barely gotten started on my work!"

"Oh, Paul, don't be such a wet blanket! I've got a picnic lunch all packed! We can drive up the canyon to our favorite spot, and… "

"Angela, you don't seem to understand!" Paul interrupted. "I can't go on any picnics! I only just this morning finally figured out the right formula to handle the feedback effects after… well, anyway, Angela, I can't go! And that's all there is to it! Can't you understand?"

"Sure, Paul, I can understand!" Angela's voice was quavering. "I understand just perfect! I understand that you and that God damned computer ought to be having an affair, not you and me! That's your real love, Paul!"

"Angela, please! Do we have to go through this all over again? Just because I'm self-employed I can't always go off and do anything I want any time I want to! If I'm going to make it with my own consulting business, I've got to produce the programs for the customers when I promised them! Please try to understand!"

"Damn you, Paul Evans!" Angela was sobbing openly now. "Damn you to hell! Why do I always have to understand you? Why don't you ever try understanding me? I'm a woman, Paul! I'm not a computer that you can turn on and off with a switch!"

You're telling me! Paul groaned to himself. "Angela, I know you're a-woman!" he said.

"Well, damn it, treat me like one!" she sobbed. "I want to bet treated like a woman! I want you to want my body! I need you to want me, Paul!"

"I do want you!" Paul exploded. "Look, I'll be over about seven! We can have a quiet dinner at your place, and then… "

"Fuck you, Paul Evans!" the woman shrieked. "I want you to want me now, you son of a bitch, not at your convenience! I want you to come over here as fast as you can, and throw me on the bed and tear my clothes off, and jump on me with your big hard cock, and stick it up me and fuck my brains out! Come fuck me, you son of a bitch! If you want to make me feel like a woman, act like a man! Quit jacking yourself off with those computers, and…"

Paul slammed the receiver down in the telephone cradle and sat shaking with emotion. Damn that woman! Damn her to hell! Why the hell did he always end up with these damned hysterical women! His wife had been just like this, and all his lovers before and after her, right up to the present! Was it just the nature of women to be so damned unreasonable?

The problem was, Paul did need a woman. His sexual urges were strong and healthy and he liked to play hard after be worked hard. But none of these damned women understood that the work had to come first! He really had been looking forward to spending the night with Angela, because he hadn't been laid in a few days, and he knew he needed it. But the thought of calling Angela back and trying to patch something together made him almost physically ill.

His eye drifted out the window again. The little girl was still playing on the diving board. She was on the end of the board, squatting on one leg and trying to dip the toes of her other leg into water.

The extended leg was slim and beautiful, and between that thigh and the thigh of the folded leg, the thin fabric of her bikini bottom stretched tightly across her girlishly young pussy, bulging the fabric just slightly. Was it his imagination, or could Paul just make out a single wisp of blond pubic hair escaping from the crotch of her panties?

Paul turned abruptly back to his calculations, but the figures dance in his head like pop-corn.

I need to cool off he said to himself. He went to the bedroom and changed into his swim trunks, pretending he wasn't even thinking about the little girl at the pool.

He didn't even look at her when he went out and dived in. He swam a couple of laps and then hauled himself up on the edge. He shook the water out of his hair and allowed himself to study the child on the board.

Her eyes were blue. She turned them on him and warmed him with a smile. Her little teeth were even and white, and her eyes were as blue as the summer sky.

"Hi. My name's Lisa! What's yours?" the girl asked.

"Hello, Lisa. My name's Paul. Are you new around here?"

"I got here last night," the little girl said. "I live with my mommy-in Arizona and I'm in California spending two weeks with my daddy. He lives here. He works in the morning, so I get to swim and watch TV. Then In the afternoon he comes back and we get to go do something. This afternoon we're going to Disneyland!"

"That'll be nice!" Paul said. "First time you've been there?"

"Yep," the little girl nodded.

Up close, Lisa seemed to Paul even more beautiful. Her long slender limbs were covered with the lightest finest blond hair Paul had ever seen. Her skin looked smooth and baby-soft, and her body was at least as lovely as it promised from the window.

Paul got up and sat on one of the plastic lounge chairs.

Lisa too got up and walked off the diving board. He watched her little ass bounce past as she walked to the next chair.

"Are your mother and father divorced?" Paul asked.

"Uh-huh! My mommy has another husband now, but my daddy still lives alone."

"Don't you get bored here by yourself all morning long?" Paul asked.

Lisa sat on the chair and crossed her legs. Paul tried not to stare between her open thighs. He wished he bad brought his sun glasses. But then the little girl leaned back and closed her eyes to the sun, so Paul allowed himself to feast his gaze on her young body.

"This was my first morning, and I didn't get bored yet," Lisa said. "I don't think I will."

Lisa's stomach was slender and flat, and her little navel looked like a folded rose bud. Paul studied her belly and her tight yellow bikini panties. He could see the slight swelling of her pussy mound, and, yes, that was a stray strand of very young pubic hair sticking out.

Not only was that lock of pussy hair exposed, but her legs were spread far enough that the crotch of her panties was spread father than it could cover, and the crease was visible where her upper thigh met the pink flesh next to her pussy.

Paul couldn't keep his eyes away from her crotch. Every time he tried to look away, some force compelled his glance back to that pink strip of exposed skin inside the leg-hole of the bikini He felt a excitement coursing through him, and he was shocked to admit to himself that he was thrilling with sexual arousal.

Lisa opened her eyes and hopped to her feet. "It must be getting close to noon!" she said.

Without even thinking what he was doing, Paul held out his hand, and the little girl took it, and he pulled her gently; and she sat down in, his lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I like you, Paul Evans," she grinned. "I'm glad I met you, and I'm glad you live here! Maybe if I get bored in the morning sometimes, we can play together!"

Paul's throat was nearly too dry for speech. Her young body felt so warm and soft in his lap! "I… hmm… Id really like that, Lisa! Any time! I live right over there!"

"I know," Lisa said. She squirmed her little bottom into a more comfortable position and casually put a thin arm around his shoulder. The gentle pressure of her ass in his lap was sending chills of sexual stimulation through his sex organs. He wondered if he would get an erection.

"I saw you through the window," she continued. "It looked like you were working, and then you were talking on the phone. It looked, like you were havin' a fight!"

Paul laughed. "You're very observant," he said.

"Does that mean I was right? You were havin' a fight?"

"I guess I was," Paul said.

"I bet it was with a girl!" Lisa said. And she turned her little girl's face towards him and gave him a pouting smile that was so womanly and so child-like at the same time that he couldn't help himself, and he put his arms around her and pulled her to him for a kiss.

Lisa came willingly, but her kiss was that of a child, a peck on the closed lips. He allowed his hand for a brief second to lie on the smooth softness of her thigh, and even that childish kiss sent an electric shock through his nerves. Then she hopped off his lap and flashed a smile back over her shoulder.

"See you later!" she said.

Paul sat for a few minutes and then went home and changed and sat down at the. desk again. His emotions were very confused. He could not conceal from himself that this little girl had moved him very deeply. He felt ashamed of himself, but at the same time he was more aroused than he had been for months with a woman.

He pushed it out of his mind and worked through the night until one o'clock. The feedback correction formula worked perfectly, and he finally fell into bed exhausted but feeling some accomplishment. But he was still very horny.