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Warning: possible loli

The cute one, I've heard her called that a few times but I never took a moment to actually stand still and look at her.

Now I'm in her room though, standing at the right of her bed watching her sleep. It's a bit dark in the room so I decided to turn on the small touch-lamp at my left. But before I do, I cover the cute girl's eyes with my right hand as to not blind her with the light.

With her eyes now shielded, I lightly tap the base of the lamp with the tip of my middle finger, causing a dim light to emit from the device. Although dim, the light clearly illuminates the sleeping girl and me.

The light also shows my purple sleepwear, composed of a long-sleeved top and matching pants. As I remove my hand from over the younger girl's eyes, she frowns for just a moment from the dim light before relaxing again.

I can clearly see her face now, and I take a moment to look at her sleeping face. Her most noticeable facial feature would have to be her freckles. Her brown, short hair, although simple, suits her look perfectly.

As I think this, I run my right hand through her hair, I can still feel the softness of her hair, which probably won't be the case when she wakes up and she'll wash her hair when she showers.

My hand then travels down from her hair to her lips. As I allow the tips of my finger's to caress her smooth lips, I contemplate stealing a kiss from her... but, I decide against it.

My hand then leaves her lips to her neck, where the cover over her body stops at. I slowly pull back the cover to uncover the girl's upper body. In the dim light, I can see that she wears a short-sleeved, light pink top to her pajamas that button up in the front.

After a short moment, I position her onto her back carefully Even though the lighting was dim, I could see two small protrusions of her nipples under her thin pink shirt. So I assumed she didn't wear a bra and gently placed my left hand over her right breast. An almost unnoticeable skip in her breathing was her only reaction to my action. As my hand rested over the mound of her chest, I could clearly feel her naked breast under the shirt.

In the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong, I know that. But those thoughts couldn't stop my hands from carefully unbuttoning the sleeping girl's top.

I pulled apart the two flaps of her shirt, allowing the two mounds on her chest, topped off by the small nub on each of them to be displayed to me proudly.

Both of my hands cupped the twin mounds gently and then began to carefully kneed the flesh with my fingers. Again, there was a break in the girl's slow breathing, but now a low moan passed her lips.

She was enjoying my touch, which was obvious by the smile I noticed on her sleeping face. Regardless of her liking it though, it didn't change the fact that what I was doing was wrong. Yet, my thought's and my actions were total opposites, it was almost like, I was unable to control myself.

But then I stopped, hearing a sigh pass the younger girls lips. I stopped and looked at the bed cover that was covering her lower body.

At this point, my thoughts started to win the battle of my action. I still had a chance, a chance to stop this and go back to my room. If I continued further, turning back would most likely not be an option.

I sat there contemplating my next action for awhile, then I noticed my right hand moving down the girl's body. My perverse desire was once again overcoming my thoughts. I watched as my hand went under the cover, but yet into the girl's shorts.

I cupped my hand over the area between her legs gently through the thin fabric of her pajama shorts. Her body tensed slightly as I heard a small gasp escape her lips.

It was so soft, so tender, my right hand began to rub the secret area between her thighs, causing her to begin squirming lightly and moan a bit.

After a few minutes of this, I felt the thin fabric starting to become damp under my right hand. Her body's movements had increased as well from the actions of my hand, she was moaning more and more too.

I wanted to touch the area between her thighs directly now and her pleasant moaning was only encouraging me to do so. I trailed my right hand up her shorts and eased my way under the waistband. Her southern lips felt even softer on my naked fingers. If I had to describe that soft, silky feeling in only a few words, it would be, like two perfect pillows. Yes, to perfectly soft pillows.

At the touch of my finger's to the sensitive, damp, and soft folds of skin, I saw the sleeping girl tense suddenly as a quick gasp of breathe was heard from her.

I began to lightly caress the tender flesh under my right hand, the dampness of the folds aiding my hands movement. The girl began squirming much more now in her sleep. Against the palm of my hand, I felt her soft, small patch of hair. The rubbing of my hand over her hair caused a small ticklish sensation on my hand that I liked.

Then, after a moment of rubbing, I gently inserted my middle finger in-between the folds of skin into the wet, pulsing tunnel that lay hidden behind the two sensitive folds of skin.

The sleeping girl arched her body against my intruding finger, sending it deeper until my digit quickly hit a wall inside her. I gasped slightly and my eyes widened at my discovery.

This gave even more reason to me to stop what I was doing. For the first time since I started, I listened to what my thoughts were telling me. I quickly retrieved my hand from under her shorts.

Apparently, it was too quick of an action, because the sleeping girl was awakened and quickly sat up as a gasp left her lips. She looked directly at me then quickly reached for her glasses beside the bed and put them on.

"Daphne!"

She asked, shock written all over her face. I could only reply with...

"Velma, I'm so sorry!"

Before I ran out of the room, embarrassed like you wouldn't believe as tears trail down my cheeks.

End