Rod Strong

The innocence of children

CHAPTER ONE

Shirley looked down at the boy's bobbing head, wondering at the amazing feelings that were shooting through her body. The little girl wondered if this was what her mother was always so afraid would happen to her.

She hoped not. The eleven-year-old felt his tongue licking faster and faster, building the heat even higher in her body. She sure hoped not, because what she was doing sure felt wonderful…

The eyes of every male in the vicinity always followed little Shirley Lowe as she walked to and from school every weekday. Though a mere eleven years of age, Shirley had that indefinable something that made every man wish he could commit pedophilia. Not that she was a teasing girl. She had been brought up in a nice, moral household, and even went to religious school two days a week.

But Shirley had that indefinable something, all right. It wasn't the way she walked, nor was it her speech. Yet when the girl looked at a male capable of feeling any kind of sexual sensation, the male inwardly reacted. Her large, brown, innocent eyes seemed to be asking indecent questions, begging for answers. The girl's nose was a bit longer than it should have been, yet it in no way detracted from her youthful sensuousness. Shirley had a sweet, ripe, sensuous pair of lips, and everything was set in an oval face surrounded by long, brown hair.

The girl's body seemed to have been born with certain feminine curves. Though her breasts had not yet started developing, she did have a wasp-thin waist. Her hips and buttocks were still boyish and almost flat, but her thighs were smooth and slender and her calves were already shaping nicely.

Shirley was a total innocent and had no idea what kind of lust she was arousing in the males who looked at her. It was only now, at this age, when certain chemicals never-before manufactured in her body first started being released, that she, herself, began feeling things, though she had no idea what things.

And had it not been for the party, Shirley might have remained innocent a little longer.

The party had been for Billy Kapp, who had just turned twelve. Shirley hadn't wanted to go, but her mother had made such a fuss, the young girl had finally given in. Her mother had dropped her at the party at twelve thirty on Sunday afternoon, telling Shirley she would be by to pick her up again at six.

The party for Billy Kapp was in the basement of the Kapp house. It had just begun, and six other kids were there, already. The large basement playroom had built-in wall seats on two sides of the room, with a soda fountain to the right. One had to go through a small closet to get to the soda fountain's workings. The floor was black and white tiles, while the ceiling was all turquoise, with a star hanging in the middle, all lit up.

By one thirty there were more than twenty kids at the party, and by two thirty they began playing games like post office and spin the bottle. Shirley joined in and allowed a few boys to kiss her, and by four thirty the party had all but completely wound down. In fact, aside from Billy Kapp, himself, Shirley and one other boy, Harold Schaff, were the only kids there. Billy's parents were upstairs entertaining some adults, and Shirley was feeling kind of tired. Billy, who had fuzzy blond hair, and was very thin, suggested they play a game he had seen his parents play, and Harold, who was skinny with dark hair, agreed. Harold was both shorter and thinner than Billy. His hair covered his ears which otherwise would have looked like the rear doors of a four-door sedan, wide open.