I'm a Loving Pedophile
Chapter One
My name is Kakashi Hatake and I'm a very bad man... Sakura began to pull the bra straps off. I know that it's just wrong but it's happening a lot lately. I mean the computer screen is only filled with her messages and past video calls. I love Skype... If you go through my past chats you find her age of 16 and my admittance to being a school teacher 14 years older. Her voice chuckles as I talk about maybe in the future showing her my face... Over message that is.
"Kakashi I found out my home room teacher is in to me."
My hands stop at the keyboard and I shake my head in foaming knowledge.
"You can't blame him... Sakura is that a hickey?"
She stops and becomes silent while tucking away her pick little laced bra into her lap
"Don't tell me you finally tried the experiment with that girl... I knew you would listen to me. Now did you record it?"
Sakura's grin was apparent as she watched me strip off my jacket. It was our equal trade, last time it was strip poker where I taught her how to massage her breasts. I'm a very bad man, but I like it. The small breasts that aren't quiet developed. The cute moans that escape her new voice. Oh and when she brings out the toys and fondles herself. It's a scary thing that her parents don't see it. The fact that they haven't watched her hormonal gaze and that she's galloped into my claws is all the more sexy. It's such a rush.
"So I remember you saying your a high school teacher."
I stopped in the midst of lifting up my white t-shirt.
"What's wrong?"
Truth was I didn't remember anything about her except the fact that her lips lock in a strange fashion and her mouth hangs open in delight when I do sexual things. Oh and her age, can't forget that. I mean I know she feels better when she talks to me, but truth be told I'm like a sex doll. A never talking hard item.
"Uh yeah... I said I was a high school teacher."
She giggled while I finished taking off my shirt. I was caught a back with the girly sound.
"I'll always love your chest!"
I shook my head in her fits of laughter, but found myself staring at her jiggling breasts. Her laughter grew as she now saw the lump in my jeans.
"Kakashi-sensei~;" she teased.
I sighed; her childish fun was interesting but it was such a burden some times. Especially when I was increasingly hard.
"Miss Haruno~"
She giggled as her hair swayed with the crossed legged position. I've never really thought women nor men were very attractive. I thought girls and boys were when I was younger, but for a odd reason I never seemed to grow out of it. Out of some sad mishap I met her online while she whined of being the only girl in her class to yet have a period. Oh in such a weak state I immediately offered her feedback. One thing led to another and we found ourselves video chatting. I only dare to show act or release these things with her. Society is cruel enough that she shall remain my outlet. I am to wait for my attraction to make perfect logical sense in those around me. That will be the death of me. With young men bouncing around with their no yet grown bodies. Young girls sending fresh new hormones mangled in the sent of a peeking child.
She began to pull her skirt off of her legs. It was heard as a light thump on the ground near her. I began to unzip my pants. Her gaze staring down at me was so ordinary. The quizzing look she gave me when I stopped.
"So we might as well keep this simple tonight. What do you want?"
