The next day, I walked out of the house at the same hour and minute, in hopes of catching Buse again. I sat on the stairs of the building facing the high school exit and waited for about thirty minutes before standing up and making my steps towards the sketchy small restaurant, feeling deflated. After a few steps I heard a squeaky light pitch voice yelling "Mister!" in my back and to my joy and relief it was her in all her angelic beauty and loli energy that gave me life energy in return. She ran next to me and we started making some small talk.
"Were you the man sitting on the stairs and looking at the school and around?"
"Yes", I reply, somewhat embarrassed but also afraid of having scared her.
"Really? You were waiting for me?" she gives me a curious look.
"Erm...yeah" I admit getting buried in my shame further.
"Oh." she replies throwing her eyes on the ground and smiling.
We make a right turn towards the street where my restaurant is when suddenly a couple in their fourties stops in front of us and asks "Buse, who is this guy?".
"Erm...ehhh.....uhhhh.....he is my...he is my teachers helper!" she says with a fearful reaction seeking look in her eyes.
They suddenly smile and extend their hands for me to shake complaining about how she's been slacking and not focusing on school and I tell them that she's a very smart girl and that she'll recover quickly. They nod and grab her hand and tell her "Let's go baby"
I ask the parents if they can let Buse to come with me to study on a subject she's supposed to be weak at. They give me a questioning look and say "Okay, she must be home in 3 hours though". I reassure them that she'll be home by that time and tell them that "She needs some training and I don't mind giving it to her". Which results in them seeming even more questioning but I couldn't hold myself, it's just too funny to me. The parents start walking away and I wink at Buse extending my hand to her which she grabs and slips her little fingers inbetween mine, throwing her eyes on the ground and doing that embarrassed smile that I melt for.
We get inside the restaurant and we take our seats. A smiling owner rushes to us and asks if she's my sister. I say yes out of nervousness and we make our orders. Buse looks at me meaningfully and I try to start some small talk even though I suck at it. I want to do well for Buse.
"Hows school going?"
"It's fine, nothing really new"
"Are the boys still make fun of you?"
"Nah...a boy asked to see my boobs today"
"Hmmmm...you let him?" I retort with a grin.
She doesn't answer.
"Well how did he react?"
"He said that I have pretty boobs." she replies with a shy but also proud smile.
"That means he's a man of tastes. Knows what's good" I take a sip of my ayran looking at her reaction.
She giggles and asks me "Why don't you like big boobs and girls your age? Don't you have a girlfriend?"
I cackle and reply "Because I'm also a man of tastes of course. I still haven't found someone I really like yet. Well, until yesterday I guess."
She stirs her drink with her straw and gives me a coy look "aaaaand whos this lucky girl?"
I smile and say "you might know her."
"Oh" she darts her eyes around the room and pops her eyes wide biting her lip like she just saw a rare butterfly or something.
"What about you? Do you like any boys in your school?"
"Not in my school" she says. My heart starts beating at about three hundred beats per minute and stutteringly I ask her.
"How does he look?"
"He's tall and big, black hair, a big wide nose, always wears jeans and a hoodie like a rapper."
I laugh and say "You should try your chance then. He might like you back"
She gives me a wide smile and tilts her head to the side as I do the same and we stare at each other for a few minutes until the server interrupts us and asks us if we need anything else.
I tell him to bring the note and I leave him a fat tip and we get out of the restaurant. I take Buse to a secluded small park between a few apartments where only 1 or 2 kids or a single bum doing drugs sits there usually. She sits next to me and we awkwardly look around and at each other before I take a peek at her unbuttoned shirt and say "Your boobs are showing." with a grin on my face.
"OH" she covers her chest with her cute hands and says "sorry" with an embarrassed worried look in her eyes.
"No problem, I didn't mind it. It was quite a nice view in fact" not bothering to hide the lust for her in my eyes anymore.
"Pervert." her face turns red and she smiles while she thinks I'm not looking at her anymore.
"You're starting to become a big girl I see, all the boys will want to see those boobs of yours" I say grinningly.
"Shut up!" she punches my arm and giggles.
"Am I lying? Your boobs are quite cute and...kinda hot" I tell her.
"Woah...you think my boobs are hot?"
"Yeah. If you weren't twelve I would totally want to make you my girlfriend and kiss your boobs" I force a laugh trying to make things less awkward.
"OMG" she covers her face again.
I tell her to let her hands down and ask her "Don't you feel hot?". She says not really. Well you should unbutton this shirt more cuz its hot here. I reach for her buttons and reveal her tiny black bra that fail to hide her tiny delectable apples. She catches me staring at them and breaks out into a giggle.
We get bored and tell her hey want me to swing you? She says sure and hops on a swing. I follow her and give her a push from the front faster and faster. She starts laughing "Hey not so fast! You're going to make me fall!" and I say "No problem. I'll catch you if you fall."
She says "You sure?"
"I am sure." I say.
I get a glimpse of her damp little white panties while swinging her. She laughs and the wind fills her white school shirt opening it completely and revealing me her delicious 12 year old chest. As I go in a trance in this scene I hear her yelling "I am jumping!"
I open my arms immediately and she flops on me yelling "WEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and laughs in that coy 12 year old voice that I could record and play forever without getting bored. Wraps her sexy preteen legs around me and gives me a downblouse view of her precocious sweet little apples. We remain like that staring at each other for a few seconds when I think to myself.
"This is it. Either now or never. This is the opportunity". I give myself a little courage then lean in to her lip gloss smeared luscious lips.
She pops her eyes wide open but doesn't move her face away. This gives me a little more courage and my lips press onto hers with me giving her a long hungry peck.
She pecks back and wraps her arms around me tighter. I slip my tongue in her cute little mouth and massage her tongue with mine. She seems to try to imitate me and we awkwardly slosh tongues in each others mouth and I finish it with a long peck on her lips.
I let her on the ground and say "Go home now, your parents will get suspicious. I'll see you tomorrow". Okay, she says grinning, and runs home excitedly. I feel myself crushing terribly.