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Wednesday, November 02, 2016

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Filename: theoutsi.txt
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story_codes: M/g (11), first, cons

story_intro: Ridgeline, West Virginia was just another spot of land half-forgotten by the rest of the world. But that was where David worked for several weeks as he brought internet into the mountain enclave. Among the suspicious locals was a young girl, Sarah, who had an innate curiosity about the world beyond Ridgeline. Discovering David's passion for scantily-clad young girls on the internet, Sarah finds her own modest clothing and barely blooming body wanting in comparison. If only this man from beyond the borders could teach her about the mysterious process of becoming a woman...


story_language: English




The Outsider

Written by madvlad


	The glow in blue circle traveled clockwise for a few revolutions before disappearing, showing the icon on the toolbar at a robust triangular progression of five bars. Connectivity.

	David sighed and leaned back in the chair at the kitchen table in his rented house. Whether they wanted it or not, the good folk of Ridgeline, West Virginia had internet access.

	David's latest assignment in bringing high speed internet to remote rural areas had landed him as of late in Ridgeline. Aside from some farming, the nearest industry was a coal mine some seventy miles away, reachable only by winding two-lane highways through the mountains. The people around here were dubious of the need for such a thing, content with the conversion boxes on their televisions to replace the antennas that brought in most of what they saw of the outside world.

	And then there was David, the consummate outsider. He took on these assignments as a good way to build his resume while actually building a savings account. All of his expenses were paid and in these areas, there wasn't a hell of a lot to blow money on. 

	He would remain here in Ridgeline for a few more days, conducting training and demonstrations on the desktop computer in the town hall. People were already suspicious of the kinds of things the computer might infest their town with, things that their preachers warned them about every Sunday and on a few nights in between. Mindful of this, David had put blocking programs on that computer, saving the access to more prurient material for his laptop here. 

	Hearing high-pitched voices from outside, David glanced out the back window and saw three small figures in dresses running about. His rented house was next to a home of a woman who was widowed when a coal truck slammed her husband's pickup off a twisting road. The coal hauler shouldn't have been on that road as it was off-limits to trailer trucks but the drivers routinely took it as a shortcut. 

	The payout from the mining company was made in annuities that kept the woman and her four young daughters in relative comfort. The house David was renting had originally been her late husband's parents' home before they preceded him to the grave. Now she owned it and had been between tenants when David needed a place to stay.

	The woman was polite to him, as folks were around here. But that was about the extent of it. He understood - if you didn't have at least six generations of West Virginia soil in your blood, you were an outsider. Hailing from New Haven, Connecticut, David certainly qualified as being part of The Great Out There.

	David had turned back to his computer when he heard a tapping at the back screen door. Standing there was the woman's oldest daughter, Sarah, holding a pitcher of liquid. David had spoken with her a few times. She was eleven and a bit curious about this man with the funny way of talking and his fancy computers that could reach all over the world.

	When David opened the screen door, he saw her brown eyes twinkling beneath her bangs before a shy blush crept over her face. 

	"Hello, Mr. Shaughnessy," she said in a soft drawl. "I heard you got your stuff running and I thought you might be thirsty and...well..."

	Sarah's inquisitiveness and reserve had been at odds with each other since David's arrival two weeks earlier. Sparing the girl any further torment, he stepped aside and gestured her to come in.

	"Iced tea," he remarked as he eyed the pitcher. "Just the thing I was craving."

	Sarah smiled and hunched her shoulders a little. She still wore simple dresses like her younger sisters, her mother adamant that her daughters look and act like little ladies instead of the cutoff-wearing trailer trash that could be found in these parts. (David had seen some of those girls that were also around Sarah's age and appreciated their taste of fashion.) 

	Sarah's attire made her appear younger, as did her long brown hair, worn simply and neatly brushed. Consequently, he never paid her the interest he might have shown had she presented herself differently. But he suspected she had a crush on him, which at least amused him.

	Sarah carefully poured a glass for David (she knew where everything was in the furnished house) and then poured one for her when he indicated with a gesture that she should.

	"So you have your internet turned on?" she asked, looking at David's laptop.

	Her grammar was quite good, especially for Ridgeline. Whether that was from her mother's upbringing or her school, David didn't know. She seemed pretty bright and maybe she was looking to improve herself. Internet or not, Ridgeline was not the place for someone to stay if they wanted more in their future and David wondered where Sarah's path would lead.

	"Sure. Go ahead and give it a try."

	Sitting carefully at the table, Sarah worked the mouse and keyboard tentatively. David had showed her how with software that simulated the internet before and now he watched the girl as she began to look at the world through a newly opened window.

	David's phone buzzed in his pocket and he quietly exited the room, leaving Sarah to her wonders. Due to his remote locations, he had a satellite phone and spent the next half hour on a conference call with his company's office. When he returned, he saw Sarah staring breathlessly at his laptop's monitor.

	When he stepped behind her to see, David's heart froze. On screen was a photo of a twelve year-old blonde in a skimpy bikini whose bottom was merely a thong. The girl had one arm across her middle, pushing up on the modest mounds beneath the small triangular coverings. Outlines of her nipples could be seen through the thin material.

	But any fears that Sarah would run screaming to her mother were allayed when Sarah turned to him. 

	"I found some stuff under that thing that said 'Favorites'," she told him. "Do lots of other girls dress like this?"

	"Many do," David said, mentally checking his pulse. 

	He had several (okay, thirty-nine) sites under his saved Favorites menu devoted to images of young girls. They were all legal, but it was still risky to have that kind of material in case he was discovered. But Sarah wasn't disturbed, only disappointed as she smoothed her dress across her lap.

	"I don't have anything like that to wear," she noted.

	"Oh, that's okay," David said casually. "I think little girls in dresses are pretty cute, too."

	Sarah shot out of her chair, her face reddening.

	"I'm not a little girl!" she shouted, startling David. "I'm growing up some, you know. And Janie Cuthbert, she's in my school and not even thirteen and she's already staying with cousins."

	With that, Sarah stormed out, slamming the screen door behind her. David was feeling a little dizzy after that uncharacteristic outburst. Well, dammit, she didn't look much different than her sisters in those dresses, just a little taller. And who the hell was Janie Cuthbert and why was she staying with...oh, right. Get pregnant and then you go live with relatives so the kid is born without anyone the wiser (supposedly). And then the family would be taking in the baby as some cousin or whatnot. It was kind of old-fashioned thing, but this was Ridgeline.

	So if this Janie Cuthbert (bless her horny young soul) was spreading her legs, what was Sarah up to?

	Sarah stared at her image in the mirror that night. She felt horrible about yelling at David but she was upset that he thought of her as a little girl. She was already four months past her birthday and as she studied her body in the glass, she knew she was growing up. Well, sort of. That meant the approach of this mysterious and somehow important act.

	Hearing the tap of her mother's footsteps on the stairs, Sarah quickly grabbed her nightgown and put it on. Mama would skin her alive he she caught her standing nude like that and looking at herself.

	For the next two days, Sarah couldn't get the nerve to visit David and apologize. She really wanted to and a small part of her also wanted to see more pictures of those girls dressed so exotically. Those clothes made the girls seem like they were almost more than naked and Sarah found herself picturing what she might look like in some of those outfits.

	She was preoccupied with those thoughts as she passed a group of boys in their young teens hanging around outside a farm supply store. Normally, she kept her distance from these boys as they were nothing but trouble but today she wasn't paying attention. Rumor had it that it was one of them that had done "the thing" that sent Janie Cuthbert off with a suitcase and a bun in the oven to stay with kin for a while.

	"Hey, Sarah," one of the boys said with a grin. "Have you got any titties yet?"

	Sarah pretended not to hear and picked up her pace, but the boy detached himself from the group and stopped beside her. Without warning, he put a hand on her chest, groping and finding one small nubbin on her newly developing chest. His fingers closed on the flesh for a moment before Sarah jerked away.

	"Hey," the boy laughed to his friends. "She's growin' 'em!"

	The boys started to approach the girl and she spun and turned on the one who had accosted her.

	"You keep your dirty hands to yourself, Billy Haskins. You hear?"

	"Come on, now," Billy said slyly. "You're all growed up enough to play with us. We can go to Jasper's barn and have us all a mighty good time."

	Sarah bolted away from him, her face burning as Billy and his gang laughed.

	"You know where to find us, Sarah!" Billy called after her.

	Sarah ran all the way home, stopping in front of her house to catch her breath. The spot on her chest where Billy had touched her felt hot as if she had been burned. It felt shameful. And it also felt something else. Would she wind up in Jasper's barn, maybe like Janie had been? Janie was a good girl, but easily fooled and Sarah had a brief flash in her head of Janie being naked in the hay while Billy did...whatever it was. That part of the picture didn't form correctly.

	Slowly, she looked at the rental house next door. Taking a deep breath, she went over and knocked on the door.

	"Oh, Sarah. Come in," David said. He could read her discomfort and tried to give her an excuse. "I'm glad you came over. You left the pitcher last time but I finished the tea and cleaned it for you."

	"Oh, thank you," she replied. 

	The pitcher was on the kitchen table and next to the table were two suitcases.

	"You're leaving?" she blurted, sounding more panicked than she meant to be.

	"Um, yes. My work is done. I'm leaving tomorrow."

	Sarah looked lost.

	"Oh," was all she could say at first. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

	"Don't worry," David replied as he packed his paperwork and other work items into one last case. "I should have known you were growing up."

	"I am growing up, really I am."

	"I know."

	"No, really."

	"Okay."

	Silence.

	"Mr. Shaughnessy, please look at me," Sarah said in a trembling voice.

	David turned and saw that Sarah had unbuttoned the front of her dress. Her mouth was quivering as she pulled the dress from her shoulder, letting slide to her waist. She wore no bra; her preteen breasts budding plumply from her slender body. The nipples were light pink, topping her tiny mounds with stiffened points.

	"Sarah," David said carefully. "I can't do this."

	"Please," she begged tearfully. "I know you like those girls in those internet pictures. I can be like them. And...and I don't want to...not with Billy Haskins...No, I want my first time to be with a good man because sooner or later...all the girls around here..."

	David couldn't deny his own physical reaction. And he understood where Sarah was going. In this isolated area, she would one day be with a local boy, even if her dreams later took her elsewhere.

	"Alright," he said. "I'll be careful."

	Sarah nodded but then flinched.

	"Um, there's one more thing," she confessed.

	"What?"

	"I know this thing happens and I'm supposed to take off my clothes. But I don't really know what it is."

	David fought from laughing. Here was a shy young virgin trying to get him in bed - for what, she didn't quite know. It was funny, but also oddly tender.

	He let Sarah push her dress off, leaving her in just her shoes and sock and underpants. Taking her by the hand, he brought her to the bedroom where she sat on the bed and removed her footwear. Looking at her baggy, plain panties, Sarah felt embarrassed when she remembered what those other girls were wearing. But she took them off, standing naked before the man she had chosen.

	Gazing at her, David saw little development besides her chest. Her hips were still slim and boyish and her vulva was smooth with still a hint of childish chubbiness. When he undressed, Sarah's eyes locked onto his erection. He was average-sized, but it looked so alien to her. 

	He took her hand and placed it on him. Sarah marveled at the heat and rigidity of his member. Then he lifted her chin and kissed her. At first, it was just with their lips but when his tongue probed at her mouth, she accepted him and met him with small licks. 

	Sarah wasn't sure when he had eased her onto the bed, but she felt warm and safe there as his hands caressed her. The fingers on her tiny breasts were gentle, yet exciting - so unlike Billy's fumbling grab. When his lips replaced his hands, she was mesmerized, feeling the heat inside her there - and in another place below.

	David knew when he fondled her sex, cupping her mons before easing her hairless folds apart. A finger slipped inside, finding her moisture waiting for him there. He shifted, bracing himself above her with one arm as he guided himself to her. Beneath her bare chest, Sarah's heart was thudding as she felt the wondrous thing she had known with her hand now pushing against her - and into her. 

	He rocked slightly, letting her fluids lubricate his glans while he tested the elasticity of her portal. With a sharp thrust, he slid into her. Sarah gasped as her virginity surrendered and clutched one of David's arms with one hand while the other hand twisted the sheet suddenly clenched in it. 

	Slowly, he entered the preteen; her tunnel opening wetly to take him in. Like her hand on his arm, her sex clung to his member, constricting tightly to feel every movement and every bit of friction as he stroked in and out of her. The coupling was slow and steady, the man pressing the girl's body into the mattress with an easy rhythm. 

	Sarah raised her head to see his shaft sliding in and out between her legs before dropping back to the pillow. So this was what it was all about. He felt so thick inside of her, making her change there, stretching and melting. Then he stopped and something erupted inside of her and she felt the warmth like a billowing cloud as his seed filled her womb.

	Sensing completeness, she whispered to him.

	"Am I a woman now?"

	"Yes," he murmured.

	Sarah felt a new satisfaction but was disappointed when he pulled out, wishing their intimate contact to last longer. Then her education continued as he brought his fingers to her freshly deflowered place and taught her how her earlier feelings inside could be intensified. The lesson completed as Sarah shouted in surprise, her thighs clenching on his hand as her first climax shuddered through her.

	She touched herself there, feeling their mixed fluids. Emboldened, she moved her hand to his body, feeling the stickiness on his penis. It grew under her touch and she only had to look at him wordlessly before he moved on top of her again.

	This time, they were both more aggressive. She hissed in satisfaction as he penetrated her preteen hole again. Thrusting more quickly, David found girl even more slippery inside, her taut vaginal walls clenching around him as their rutting became more primal. Instinctively, Sarah's thin legs rose up and closed on him, her heels pushing in at his waist to keep him inside her. 

	Their interlocked bodies swayed as one, man and girl. Now there sweat mixed as well, and Sarah's panting breaths were warm and moist against his throat. David lowered himself completely to her, wrapping his hands around her body and clutching her small buttocks to pull her even more tightly. Sarah's little breasts were mashed against his chest, his hair agitating her nipples and feeding the arousal in her loins. 

	Everything else was gone and they only knew their mutual ecstasy. It ached and burned and Sarah's nectar slowed freely where they were connected. She cried harder this time when her climax hit, the result much stronger with the man inside of her. Feeling her reaction, her sex constricting around him in pulses, David answered. He pumped his semen into her in heavy surges, willing every drop to leave him as he filled the eleven year-old. Her writhing body seemingly sucked it all from him.

	As church let out the following Sunday, the preacher's admonitions rung in his congregation's ears - the warnings from his sermon about the dangers to the soul lurking on this new intruder into their community. The preacher's wife and a few of her friends were quick to surround Sarah and her mother and sisters.

	"What was this computer man like?" they asked, concerned about his possible corrupting influence and anxious to hear every juicy detail. 

	"He seemed pretty quiet," Sarah's mother replied. "He showed Sarah how to - what do they say? -  surf the net."

	"Are you sure that was wise?" the preacher's wife asked, delightfully scandalized. "She is so young and impressionable. My word, the things I've heard about what's on there..."

	"The maps," Sarah interjected. "It was the real-time maps and satellite photos that showed what every place on Earth looked like at any one time that I liked the best."

	The girl smiled at her mother and then at her youngest sister when the tot blurted out that she wanted to see the Earth too, especially where Santa Claus and his reindeer lived. Then Sarah guilelessly looked at the other woman, all sweetness and a little prim.

	"Oh, well of course," one of the other women tutted. 

	Like vultures looking for another, fresher body, the preacher's wife and her little flock departed. They acted outwardly relieved but were disappointed at the lack of salaciousness from the girl's description.

	"Did you really see the whole world?" another of Sarah's sisters asked.

	"Yes."

	"You're so lucky. I wanna see the whole world, too."

	Sarah smiled to herself, thinking about the other worlds her man had introduced to her.



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