Copyright © 1997, DoctorP. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@airmail.net. FRANCIS -- Part 1 -- A love story by DoctorP I am seventy-six years old, a survivor of the Batan Death March, and in most ways a man's man. I practiced medicine in Minneapolis for over thirty-five years. Certainly, I am no pedophile. The sight of a young pre-pubescent girl from any view has never aroused me. Nevertheless, I am in love with a twelve year old girl. And, everything I ever knew about sex I learned from her, or rather, with her. I learned how to be slow and gentle; I learned how to bring shudders of orgasm rippling through her; I learned by the feel of her nipples whether she was through or whether she wanted more; I learned how to kiss and lick and tease and give pleasure that multiplied my own by the thousands. It was November of 1941. At twenty-one, the Army owned me. Together with thousands of others at Fort Monmouth, N.J. we waited for the war to get to America. I hated the Army, I hated Fort Monmouth, but most of all I hated the barracks. So I rented a sleeping room in the town. I had been a medical intern and was made a first lieutenant. That gave me some leeway and was I able to spend many nights at my room and almost every Sunday. That is where I met Francis. Her father was also in the Army stationed in England as part of the lend-lease agreement. Her mother worked in a factory on the three to mid-night shift. She was glad to have a man come into the house even though I was not there every night. Francis was twelve. She was gorgeous, at least to me. I did not seduce her and she certainly did not try to seduce me, we just fell in love. She was not precocious. When I first saw her, I didn't look for, and I didn't see any swelling of breasts at all. All I saw was a beautiful young girl. She was very light skinned with shining red hair and blue eyes. Her hair was cut rather short almost mannish in the pixie style of the day. Her white blouse and long skirt showed her to be the school girl that she was. Our relationship started the first day. Although, I was not supposed to be "in charge" of her, her mother reminded her in front of me that she was to be in bed by nine o'clock. I had rented a little bedroom on the third floor (really the attic) with a built-in bathroom. Her bedroom was on the far side of the floor below. Shortly after nine that night, I was in my room when I heard a little knock. When I opened the door, Francie was there. She wore a floor length flannel night gown that covered her from neck to toes. Only her beautiful face and hands were visible. I was delighted to invite her in. "I only wanted to say, 'Goodnight'", she told me. "I'm glad you did", I replied. "You look so pretty." She blushed. Clearly, she knew that I meant it. I reached down and took both of her hands in mine. Drawing one to my lips, I gently kissed it. "Sweet dreams, beautiful lady", I told her. For what seemed like hours her eyes were glued to my face. Then with the sweetest smile, she turned to go, I gently grasped her shoulders, leaned down and kissed her cheek. It was as if lightning bolts went between us. She leaned back on me and tilted her head. The softest little "Oh" escaped her lips. I knelt down, she turned back and we were face to face. A little motion of her head, and it was obvious she wanted me to kiss her on the lips. Softly I did so. She had no experience and neither did I. So, of course, we didn't French kiss or anything like that. But, it didn't get over in an instant either. And, when it did, it was I that broke it. I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met." And, it was true. It wasn't until she hugged me that I realized that she did indeed have breasts. Little firm knobs that felt like fire on my chest. I patted her back and told her more firmly than I felt, "Now you really must go to bed, good night sweet Francie." She hugged me again and left. I was drained. How could I be attracted to a twelve year old girl? No, there had never been a steady girl friend. Yes, I was still virgin myself, unless you counted my hand. But, a twelve year old girl! I went to bed distracted and worried. I had had little sleep when I left for the Fort in the morning. It was three days (and two long night) before I was able to leave my post again. Hardly any one had phones in those days so I was not able to call. Night had fallen, I used my key to enter the house and Francis came running. "I thought you were never coming again", she wailed. "Ten thousand charging elephants couldn't keep me away", I joked. Dropping to my knees again, our arms encircled each other and we kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Somehow we knew to get our lips wet and slippery. Truly, her lips tasted sweet. I couldn't get enough of her kisses. She couldn't either. Those little breasts were smashed against my chest. It was delirious. I had to pry her arms off me. >From that moment on, it was clear that Francis was my life. I didn't know how I could stand it. I bolted up the two flights of stairs to my room, went to the bed and plopped on my back. I wanted her. But she was TWELVE. What was I going to do? I don't know how long I lay there in the dark until the sound of a tiny knock-knock came into my consciousness. Then from the dim hallway light, I could see a little figure enter the room. "Are you there?" she asked. "Yes, Francie." "Can I come in?" "Sure." She came over to me. "Are you mad at me?" "No, not at all." "Why did you run upstairs?" I waited a long time to answer. Should I tell her the truth? Was I just being naive and silly? At last I decided to tell her. It was cold in the room. I saw Francis shiver. So, I got up, pulled the comforter aside and lay down again. Drawing Francis down beside me, I covered us both with the comforter. "No, Francie, I am not mad at you. Quite the reverse. Your sweetness and beauty have entranced me. But, I am twenty one and you are twelve. We should not be together. In fact you should not be in my room. Do you understand?" This time it was she that hesitated. Finally, with a maturity that I did not expect, she began. "I know that I am twelve. But, I want to be with you. I have read that in the old days, girls even got married at twelve. You have been so nice to me. I have spent every moment thinking about kissing you again. I was so afraid you would not come back." By now I was crying. It seemed that our hearts were knit together. She sensed my tears and climbed on top of me. Pulling up she kissed the tears from my eyes. She put her full weight on me, and I felt those breasts again. Instantly, I was erect. Afraid that she would feel it and be fearful, I rolled to my side. We began kissing again. This time our tongues seemed to automatically begin to play. It really was play. We explored each other's mouths, tasted and sucked each other's tongues and lips, and reveled in the sweet warmth of our mouths. I kissed her nose, her eyes, and her ears. She loved having her ear lobes sucked. Then the tickling began. Her giggle wasn't girlish, somehow it was sultry. It invited and cajoled without words. She was ticklish in all the usual places, under her arms, behind her knees, and on the bottoms of her feet. We played for a long time. I worried about the time, glanced at my radium dial watch and saw that it was ten o'clock. Her mother would leave the factory in just over two hours. How had time flown so fast? I already hated that Francis was going to have to leave me. Sensing my thoughts, she turned somber too. The play mood was broken. She crawled on top of me again. I knew that she could feel my hardness because she adjusted herself so that her mound pushed down on it. I caressed her back and ran my hands down over her soft buttocks. The tickling was just a prelude. We rolled over until I was on top of her. Though my weight was on my knees and arms, my erection pushed down on her. She raised her hips and I thought I would explode on the spot. We were ready for more. I pulled her to the center of the bed. She lay on her back and her breathing became ragged. She knew that more than tickling was coming. My own breath caught in my throat as I lay on my side by her and began caressing her face. My fingers made long strokes from her forehead, down her face, down her throat to the V of her blouse. After only the second stroke, she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. My fingers stroked her again, went over the center of her bra and continued down her softly indented stomach. She drew in a little breath of air as I explored her stomach and slipped my fingers under the waistband of her skirt. Finally I circled the bottom of her ribs and started up her chest. Just as I touched her little bra, her hands flew up to mine and stopped me. She pushed my hands back and whispered, "Just a second." She sat up. In the half light that came through the mostly-closed door, I watched her finish taking off her blouse and then, reaching behind her, she unsnapped the little training bra that she wore and pulled it off. I was in heaven. Those sweet little half lemon breasts were high and pointed outward. Her nipples were crinkled and erect. All I could say was "Thank you, Francie." She lay down again, pulled me to her and sighed. I felt like Columbus as I explored those soft little breasts with the hard rubber nipples. It was easy to for us to talk, "Does this hurt?", "How does that feel?", "Do you like that?" She was not shy. Soon, I learned how to gently move my fingers over her nipples. She liked me to pull them up just a little and let them pop back. I loved it. At last, I asked her if I could kiss them. This time she didn't answer. She just pushed her chest up to me in reply and a whole new learning experience began. What can be sweeter than sucking in a whole breast? Popping nipples is even more fun when done with the lips especially when a tongue licks them in place after the pop. Midnight drew near and we were still playing and tickling and popping and sucking. I lay back and said, "You must go back to your room, your Mother will be coming home soon." She asked the time, I told her and she replied, "Mommy won't be home for half an hour." We both lay on our backs saying and doing nothing, dreading the coming separation. At length she said, "Do you know what else I thought about?" "No, I replied." "I thought about us being under the covers with no clothes on at all." "Really?" "Yes. I want our skin to touch." "That sounds wonderful." "Let's do it quick before Mommy gets home." I couldn't believe she was taking the initiative like this. She hopped up, and began pulling off her socks. My fingers were trembling as I unbuttoned and pulled off my clothes as fast as I could. But I stopped as she pulled off her skirt and panties. She was gorgeous. Her waist was narrow, her hips were showing the beginning of a woman's swell. Her mound was prominent with thin wisps of hair and two full pouting cleft lips. "Hurry", she said and jumped back under the comforter. She giggled when I pulled down my shorts and my erection popped up. Somehow, it wasn't embarrassing. Like her, I wanted our skin to touch. FRANCIS -- End of part 1. -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://www.mrdouble.com Be There.....