Internet Friend

Katie yawned, stretching like a cat after a nice nap in a sunny spot, her lithe, nine year old body arching off the bed. The fuzziness of sleep completely left her as she sat up in bed and looked around her room. She groaned when she realized it was still dark, thinking it was ridiculous being awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. Casting a longing glance over her shoulder at the murky outline of her pillow, she contemplated trying to catch a couple extra minutes. It was a waste of time she knew; she’d never be able to fall back to sleep.

With a heavy sigh, she threw the covers aside and sat on the edge of the bed, her feet not quite touching the floor. The air was chilly as it caressed her bare skin and she shivered, once again longing for the warm comfort of her bed. Naked, save for a pair of pink panties, she was sorely underdressed for her drafty attic bedroom. On padded feet, she went to her dresser and found some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt to slip into.

Lowering the trapdoor, she left her bedroom and headed downstairs for breakfast. As she neared the kitchen, she heard the tv, the channel set to the local news station. Her heart rate picked up a bit; the only time her mom watched the news this early in the morning was when it had snowed and there was a chance of school closings.

Her mother looked up from her coffee as Katie came into the kitchen and gave her daughter a tired smile, ¨Might as well go back to bed, Kiddo. School is closed.¨

¨Yes,¨ the nine year old exclaimed with a celebratory little dance that made her mother laugh and shake her head.

¨Go look,¨ her mother said, nodding toward the door to the back porch, ¨it is still coming down pretty heavy.¨

Clambering onto the step stool by the door, she looked out at the whirling white wonder, her brilliant green eyes shining with delight. The porch light gave the falling snow a ethereal glow that was just beautiful.

¨It’s so pretty, Mom!¨

Her mother appeared at her side, putting a loving arm around her shoulders and gave her a warm squeeze, ¨It is, isn’t it?¨

They stayed like that a few minutes, watching the snowflakes caper across the morning air. It was a good start to a morning.

¨If you are staying up,¨ her mother said, eventually, ¨you need to do something with your hair. Scary.¨

Giggling, Katie tried to fix her sleep mussed hair with her hands. Finished, she gave her mother a questioning look. Her mother smiled and shook her head; nope.

¨You need shampoo and conditioner to tame that wild thing, Kiddo,¨ her mother said, ¨Grab a shower and I’ll put some breakfast together.¨

¨Okay!¨

Katie ran up to her room, grabbed some clean underwear, and headed for the bathroom. The upstairs was always cold in the winter, so little space heaters were placed all over the second story. She fired one up and grimaced at the smell of burnt dust that always came when she first turned one on. As heat began to flow from the noisy, smell contraption, she spun the hot water tap to full so the cold water in the pipes would flush out.

Stripping out of her clothes, she paused to look at herself in the mirror. Letting her eyes move up her skinny legs to her boyish hips, over the pale folds of her young girlhood, up her flat belly to the small pink nipples- no breasts yet, she was afraid. Turning, she looked at her round backside. She was slender, not exactly skinny. She had knobby knees, which she hated, but her mom assured her she’d grow into them. Her hair was shaggy and crimson, tucked behind her ears. She tried a smile for the mirror and it lit up her green eyes and pixish features.

A very cute kid.

¨You look absolutely smashing, my dear girl,¨ she said in her best British accent, then giggled about how bad it was.

In the completely unself conscious way that only little kids could manage, she struck a bunch of silly poses in the mirror. She was giggling and having a blast, so much so that she almost forgot about her shower.

The hot water was incredible, washing away what cobwebs of sleep that still clung to her and made her feel truly ready to face the day. With a hands full of body wash, she began to lather her lithe body. The process ran a bit longer than necessary to promote good hygiene as an idea came to her. Now would be a perfect time to do that thing Charlie had shown her.

Just thinking about it made her heart rate pick up and a pleasant warmth spread between her thighs. She’d have to hurry; her mother would be curious what took her so long. Cringing at the thought of explaining what she was contemplating to her mother, she almost changed her mind.

Then her hands found the soft folds of her girlhood in their ceaseless wanderings and the tingle they awakened there convinced her it was worth the risk. The body wash made everything slippery and massaging fingers felt incredible as she played with herself. That was what Charlie called it- playing with yourself.

As she teased her blushing vagina, the pleasant warmth that blossomed in her center at the thought of playing with herself grew hotter and her juices began to run. Her hips swayed in counter-rhythm to her caresses. Wonderful sensations washed through her young body and she had to bite her lip to keep quiet. Even so, soft moans escaped her, only to be swallowed up by the hiss of the shower.

In a rush, her hands seemed to blur as she mashed her pussy lips under her fingers, one digit trailing into the slit to tease her tender bean. Her little buttocks clenched and her abdominals tightened as she worked furiously to pleasure herself. Little waves of ecstasy crashed through her, each one cresting higher than the last and smashing into her even harder. Her little body began to move on its own accord, with its own agenda. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the feeling building inside of her.

She has done this some two dozen times since Charlie showed her how and she has come to recognize the curious tension that was mounting at her core. She pictured it like an old watch, the kind you had to wind. Her body was a watchspring slowly being wound tighter and tighter with each caress. Charlie had called it ‘coming’ and she knew she was close to coming now.

¨Oh,¨ she cried as an orgasm gripped her.

Her body stiffened, then shook as all that build up tension exploded deep inside of her. Suddenly weak, her legs threatened to give out on her and she leaned heavily against the wall of the shower. Her heart knocked in her breast and she was breathing fast. Delicious sensations washed through her, made her body feel so alive and incredible.

Satisfied- for the moment, anyway- she finished her shower, taming the wild beast that had been her hair. Dried off and dressed, she went downstairs to a kitchen full of smells that made her mouth water and her stomach grumble.

¨There you are,¨ her mother said, seeing her, ¨I was beginning to think you got lost.¨

“Sorry,¨ Katie said, with a sheepish grin, ¨taming the wild beast took a while.¨

¨Yeah, you get that from your father.¨

A plate of eggs, bacon and toast appeared before Katie and the little girl dug in with gusto. Everything was tasty, maybe even more so after the escapades in the shower. Either way, she made short work of it, her spotless plate going in the dishwasher.

¨Well, Kiddo,¨ her mother said, sipping her coffee, ¨Any plans for your day of freedom?¨

¨I’ve got a yard full of snow calling my name.¨

Her mother laughed, ¨Maybe you can hit the driveway while you are at it.¨

Katie gave her a look and her mother laughed harder, holding her hands up in defeat, ¨Can’t blame me for trying, right? Hopefully, the kid up the street needs a new video game and wants some cash.¨

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Exhausted from a day of frolicking in the snow, Kati was stretched out on her back on her bed, listening to music when a beep from her Ipad let her know she had a message. She checked and it was from Charlie, her online friend.

It read: Want to play?

She cast a glance at the trapdoor, not that she could magically tell if her mother would come a calling.

She typed: Maybe a little.

What are you wearing?

Katie giggle, thought, typical Charlie. She typed: Jeans and a t-shirt.

Show me.

Feeling naughty and enjoying the thrill, she enabled the Ipad’s webcam. Suddenly, there was Charlie’s face on the screen and she knew she could see her too. Charlie was short for Charlene, her nickname. Katie had been pleasantly surprised when the ‘guy’ she’d met online turned out to be a woman.

You look very pretty, Ashley. I really like your shirt.

She giggled, but not from the compliment. Poor Charlie, she didn’t know her real name or anything about her. Everything she had told her was made up. Something had told her to lie to her when she started talking to her on a kids only forum. Her mother had warned her about meeting people on the internet; not all of them wanted nice things for her.

Turned out, Charlie was one of those people her mother warned her about. She had guessed her game early on but had decided to play, anyway. At first, it had been kind of funny, her clumsy, heavy handed attempts to woo her. Still was, really, but it has become more than a joke to her. Somewhere along the way, she started liking the attention she gave her, started liking the games they played. Which is why she let herself push the envelope further and further, did more things for her.

Thanks, she typed, I missed you.

She used to say things like that to keep Charlie writing, but now she actually meant it. A week had passed since their last online meeting.

I missed you, too. I got the pictures you sent. They were so sexy. You are so sexy. I wish I could see you in person.

Smiling, she typed, Me, too. I did that thing you taught me in the shower today.

What thing would that be? Say it for me.

Leaning forward, she said into the microphone quietly, ¨I played with myself in the shower just like you taught me.¨

Did you come?

With a mischievous grin, she nodded. Charlie’s eyes sparkled and she knew she had excited her. Her cheeks flushed and she swallowed hard.

Can you show me?

This wasn’t the first time Charlie had asked her to play with herself for her, nor would it be the first time she said yes.

She cast another glance at the trapdoor, her heart racing in her breast. That jittery feeling she got when she was misbehaving and could get caught flooded into her. The risk made it all the more exciting. A faint glow of heat spread between her thighs and her nipples stiffened under the thin cotton of her t-shirt.

Usually, she just pulled her pants and underwear down when she did this for Charlie, but she was jazzed up and wanted to throw caution to the wind. She propped the Ipad up so she could free her hands, made sure Charlie had a nice view, then stripped out of all of her clothing. Completely naked, she let her gaze caress her bare skin. Like her eyes had weight, she could feel them roaming over her young body.

You are a naughty girl, Ashley. I love that about you.

Pleased that she was pleased, Kati stretched out on her back, her head propped up so she could see Charlie’s reaction. Spreading her legs wide, she gave her an unobstructed view of her pretty pussy, its bald folds and slit. Charlie’s attention was fixed on her, just the way she liked it.

I AM a naughty girl, Katie thought, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

Her small hand slipped down her stomach and into the junction of her thighs, where it found and teased her tender bud. She was so excited that she moaned almost instantly, her hips gyrating. The feel of Charlie’s hot gaze only made her more aroused.

The first few times she played with herself for Charlie she had faked her excitement, hamming it up for the camera. She acted like the bimbos in the videos she sent her to watch, pretending to like touching herself.

The about the fourth or fifth time, she noticed it did actually feel good and the more she did it, the better it felt. It was on the seventh time, that she had her first orgasm. So intense was the sensation, it had scared her a little. Charlie had to explain what had happened to her, that it was an incredible, wonderful thing. She wasn’t convinced.

The next two times she had been scared to push her body to that point again, shied away when the tension started building. Finally, Charlie convinced her to climax again. This time it was nice, not scary because she was expecting it.

After that, she was hooked. She’d play with herself even when Charlie wasn’t watching, usually at night before falling asleep. They say practice makes perfect…Well, she was getting pretty good at it. Her fingers knew how to awaken the coiled beast inside of her, to send it raging through her.

A message appeared on the screen: How does that feel?

Around a moan, she breathed, ¨Awesome.¨

Her hips undulating out of control, she continued to rub her sensitive sex. Coming fast and shallow, her breaths raced with her sprinting heart, trying to be the quickest. A faint sheen of sweat covered her body from her exertion. Soft animal sounds of excitement escaped her parted lips.

Feeling Charlie’s growing excitement, she opened her eyes and looked at the screen. She knew from past experience that she was playing with herself while watching her do the same. Making eye contact through the camera, she focused on coming. The now familiar tension started building in her and she mouthed, ¨I’m coming.¨

Then she did, her back arching off the bed as a climax ripped through her. It nearly shook her to pieces, then she collapsed back to the bed like a rag doll. For a moment, she forgot about Charlie, basking in the glorious feel of her post-orgasmic body. She stretched like a cat in a sunny spot, loving how she felt.

Glancing at the screen, she saw Charlie had written: WOW.

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¨Are you okay,¨ her mother asked, raising an eyebrow, ¨you’ve been squirming all meal long.

Hoping she didn’t look as guilty as she felt, Katie said, ¨I’m okay.¨

Her mother gave her a long look, then shrugged, ¨If you say so. You finished?”

Katie nodded, pushing her plate away. In truth, she was in a bit of discomfort in a really uncomfortable place and it was killing her appetite. All she wanted to do was go upstairs and lay on her bed without moving.

“Alright. Put your dishes in the sink, then you can go play.¨

Thankful the meal was over, she did as she was told. It took all of her concentration not to wince with every step she took but she made it out the kitchen. Out of sight of her mother, she grimaced as she walked upstairs to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door- against the rules of the house- she gingerly pulled down her pants and underwear. She grimaced at the red spot on the panty liner she had stolen from her mother’s supply.

At least this one was much smaller than last the one last night. Only a couple drops.

With a deep breath to summon her courage, she bent her knees and twisted her body so she could see her sore pussy. The soft pink folds were blushed but unharmed. Gently, she reached between her thighs and spread them to reveal the red, irritated hole where her hymen used to be. She looked at its loss with a curious mix of emotions: sadness, fear, pride, and a few she couldn’t place.

Only nine and she’d popped her cherry.

Charlie’s words for what she had done last night-popped her cherry.

Curious, she used her free hand to touch the opening to her young vagina. She hissed as she touched the still tender flesh, but her finger met no resistance as it slipped inside of her. All the way to the knuckle. In the mirror, her index finger was gone, disappeared completely inside of her. It looked crazy.

¨Oh, boy.” she said out loud, not sure what to make of the whole situation.

The events of last night played again in her mind…

…Will this work?” Katie asked, holding up a fat bodied Sharpie. She sat on her bed, with her Ipad propped up so she could see Charlie’s face on her screen. Wearing just a pair of white panties and nothing else, she was dressed for bed. In fact, she should already be asleep. It was way past her bedtime, nearly midnight. She’s been playing with Charlie for nearly three hours now.

Charlie said, nodded, “That’s perfect.”

“And you want me to put this in my spot,” Katie repeated, dubiously.

¨Once you pop your cherry, playing with yourself will feel even better,¨ she said, with a half sick smile, ¨Trust me.¨

¨I don’t know,¨ Katie said, looking at the marker, ¨Will it hurt?¨

¨Yeah, it’s going to hurt a little the first time. I won’t lie to you about that.¨

¨Maybe I shouldn’t,¨ she said, pressing her thighs together at the thought of any pain in such a sensitive place.

¨It only hurts the first time, Ashley, baby. After that, it’ll feel really good.¨

A few more exchanges later and she was talked into it. She shimmied out of her panties, tossed them aside. Naked, she positioned herself so Charlie could watch her do it, her skinny legs spread wide for her. As usual, her gaze was hot on her little body and it made her shiver deliciously.

¨Got the oil,¨ Charlie asked, her voice thick with excitement. When Katie held it up for her to see, she said, ¨Good. Spread a good bit on the marker. You want it good and slick. It’ll hurt less that way.¨

She greased up the marker, which was nearly twice as fat as a normal Sharpie. It felt big in her hand and a twinge of apprehension worked its way through her. Would it even fit in her little pussy?

¨Spread yourself open so I can see,” she said, and she spread her pussy lips with her free hand.

With her direction, she lined the smooth, rounded bottom of the marker up with her hymen, the baby oil cold again her skin. Slowly, she pressed again the membrane. There was the pain she had promised and she grimaced. It didn’t give way, so she had to press harder and tears welled in her eyes.

¨Oww, oww,¨ she said, stopped pushing.

¨I know, baby,¨ Charlie said, her voice soothing, ¨Just a little harder, sweety.¨

Biting her lip, she pressed the marker to her girlhood once again, harder. It really hurt and she was about to give up and not go through with it, even though she had made a promise to Charlie. Then, there was a sharp pinch of pain and the Sharpie pushed through her hymen. The lotion eased its way and it slipped deep inside of her. Much deeper than she was prepared for and she cried out in pain and surprise.

¨Well done, Ashley,¨ Charlie exclaimed, her eyes on the marker sticking out of her bleeding pussy.

¨I did it,¨ she asked, looking down at herself. She didn’t need her answer to know that she had popped her cherry.

¨You are no longer a girl, but a young lady,¨ she said, her voice funny with excitement, ¨Congratulations.¨

She wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that statement but she grinned, anyway.

¨How does it feel,” she asked.

¨Big,¨ she said and made her laugh. It was the truth, though. The marker was stretching her inside, filling her up.

¨Can you move it a little?¨

Slowly, she pulled it back out, then pushed it back in. There was a slight pinch from her torn flesh, but it felt incredible. An excited little laugh that was part moan escaped her. She bit her lip and thrust the marker in and out a few slow strokes. Each one drew a sigh from her parted lips.

¨I can tell you like that.¨ Charlie said

¨Yeah,¨ she said in a breathy whisper. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the Sharpie slipping in and out of her pussy. Very aroused, her body was a nest of screaming nerve endings, begging for the marker to move faster. Happy to oblige, her hand moved faster and she writhed ecstatically. Moaning, her slender hips bucking, she fucked herself with the pen, not even knowing that was what she was doing. All she knew was it felt really good and didn’t want to stop.

¨Can you get on your hands and knees and do that for me?¨ Charlie asked, her voice shaky with excitement.

Familiar with this position because Charlie liked her to pose like this, she got to her hands and knees, her ass up in the air. Reaching between her thighs, she grasped the marker. It took a minute, but she found her rhythm, again. Experimenting, she found she could push her hips back as the pen came forward and this felt incredible. It drew excited animal sounds from her as the Sharpie bit deep into her hot, slick pussy.

She was so excited, her juices mingle with a little blood from her torn hymen, ran down her thighs and onto the bed.

It came so fast that her orgasm startled her and she gasped in surprise. She could feel her vaginal muscles flutter around the shaft of the marker, a curious feeling. Her body shook with ecstasy and those happy-feel-good sensations ebbed through her…

…Now, standing in the bathroom, she slipped her finger from her vagina, let her pussy lips close. Pulling her panties up, she wondered how women could wear pantyliners. It was uncomfortable against her skin, bulky and annoying.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t need it tomorrow.

She had used the marker on herself two more times last night, having explosive orgasms both times, for a total of three. When she woke up this morning, she realized she had overdone it. Sore in her upper thighs and buttocks, very sore in the junction of her thighs, she was miserable.

Dressed, she went up to her room to lie down. When she saw the bloodstain on her sheets, her heart skipped a beat. How would she explain it to her mother?


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¨A package came for you.¨

Dropping her backpack by the door, Katie shrugged out of her coat and said, ¨For me? What is it?¨

¨I didn’t open it. Maybe it is a birthday gift. It’s only a few days away.¨ Her mother said, handing her the simple brown box.

Excited, Katie started to open the box, then stopped when she noticed the return address. Her heart skipped a beat and she nearly dropped the package. There above an address in Iowa was Charlie’s name.

How did she figure out my address, Katie thought, frantically, and how does she know my real name?

She never told her either bit of personal information, telling her her name was Ashley and that she was from Pittsburgh. As far as she knew, she hadn’t slipped up and given away a clue to her real name and address. So how had she sent her a package?

¨Well, open it, Kiddo. Let’s see what you got.¨

Her stomach sank at the thought of what could be in the box. What perverted thing had Charlie sent to her? She glanced at her mother’s expecting face, then at the present. A cold grip of panic squeezed her. Like Pandora’s Box, this construction of cardboard had the potential to ruin her world.

Feeling like a prisoner being marched to the gallows for execution, she popped the tape and removed it. With a deep breath, she opened the flaps and saw what doom awaited her. She had cringed, expecting the worst, but her fears went unrealized. Inside was an ornately carved wooden box. It was delicate and pretty when she fished it out of the box and looked at it closer.

¨That’s a very pretty jewelry box,” her mother said, coming to her side to admire it, “A very grown up gift for my growing up girl.

¨It’s beautiful.¨ Katie said, her voice a little uncertain. Adrenaline was still rushing through her. The feeling that she had somehow dodged a bullet overcame her.

“Well, take it up to you room and get out of your uniform.¨ Her mother said, squeezing her shoulder.

Happy to oblige, she scooped up her backpack and her gift and ran upstairs. In her room, she plopped on her bed, admiring the jewelry box. It was the nicest gift anyone had ever given her. Even the fact that perverted old Charlie knew where she lived couldn’t ruin the moment for her.

Opening it, she was surprised to see that the inside of the box wasn’t as deep as she expected. Compared to the height of the box, it was very shallow. Frowning, she turned it this way and that, but her first impression was correct; the outside dimensions and the inner dimensions didn’t add up.

An old spy movie she had watched popped into her head and she wondered if the box had a false bottom or a hidden compartment. She looked around the outside but she couldn’t spot a seam out of place. When she probed the bottom on the inside, the piece of wood that created it shifted. It lifted out to reveal Charlie’s real gift, an oblong rectangle wrapped in pretty paper. It rattle and something thumped back and forth when she gently shook it.

Curiosity got the better of her and she opened her gift in a hurry. Three things were inside the box; a gold necklace with a cute little heart pendant, a folded up piece of notebook paper, and what appeared to be a rubber peepee.

A dildo, it was called. At least that was what Charlie called it when she said she wanted to send her one. She had said it would be a bad idea, that her mother always got the mail. What she had meant was she didn’t want her having her real address.

Picking it up, she giggled. It looked like she was holding a boy’s thingy. About six inches long and marbled with fake veins, it looked realistic. The shaft was a little thicker than her Sharpie but the material was softer, more flexible.

She wondered what it would feel like inside of her.

Setting it aside, she opened the the folded paper and found script written in a shaky hand:


Dear Ashley( or Katie),

I just wanted to write to tell you our friendship is coming to an end. I’m going away for a while, won’t be able to keep in touch. I’m glad to have met you and have cherished the time we spent together. Your smile has kept me warm on many nights.

I’ve known who you are for sometime now, but don’t worry. I won’t be showing up on your doorstep. Not for ten to twelve years anyway. Not even then. You were right not to trust me, although I could never harm you. I love you too much.

The necklace is my heart, which will always belong to you.

Your Internet Friend,

Charlie


Close to tears, Katie read the note again. Her words were so heartfelt and starkly written. She had loved her, in her own twisted sort of way. Feeling her heart break, she realized she had become quite fond of her, too. Maybe not romantic love like she professed but the love of a close friend.

One thought on “Internet Friend

  1. Thank you for a lovely, well written story.Katie is an engaging heroine and poor Charlie must really have loved her! I’m a man who’s into both big and little girls (sometimes really little), but really enjoyed your romantic tale of love between women (one of them ‘newly’ welcomed) :) xx r

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