Davey's Journey Part I: A Walk in the Woods by RealGood2020
Rating: 100%, Read 1248 times, Posted Nov 18, 2022
A teenaged boy encounters a young girl in the woods that begins his journey of sexual encounters with numerous other young girls.
“Aww, nothing like a refreshing walk through the woods to enjoy your first week of Summer break,” I told myself strolled through the trails in the forest near my high school, enjoying the fresh air, the sounds of nature, and the fact that I don't have to deal with the stress of said high school for at least a couple of months or so.
While technically it wasn't summer yet, it was still pretty warm out, so I kept a couple of metal bottles full of ice water with me in my backpack as I hiked through the trails, as well as some granola, some trail mix, a fire started, some beef jerky, a Swiss army knife, some paper towels, and a first aid kit.
Always be prepared. Boy Scouts motto. Because you never know what might happen...
For instance, coming upon a cute little blonde hair girl, sitting on a log, crying.
Now, when I mean cute little girl, I don't mean someone that looks like a year or two younger than my 16 years of age...
I mean someone who looks like their age isn't even in the double digits.
“Are you okay”, I asked as I approached her, startling her a bit.
“Um, no, I'm not,” she said nervously, “I'm... I'm a little bit lost... and I scraped my knee.”
That much I could tell, as she was wearing a jean skirt that went above her knees. The wound wasn't bleeding, but the skin had been broken and needed some medical attention.
“I have a first aid kit in my backpack. Would you like me to fix you up” I asked?
She brightened up a little bit at hearing this, “Could you please, mister?”
“I certainly can, young lady,” I said as I got down on one knee and took off my backpack, “and by the way, my name is Davey.”
“Mine's Kelly,” she told me as I used a paper towel and the water from the water bottle I had not yet drank out of to clean her wound.
“Fitting name,” I told her as I finished cleaning the wound and fished out my first aid kit. I would have said “pretty name”, but I didn't want to creep her out.
“What's that supposed to mean?” she asked, curiously.
I paused from my work, looked into her pretty green eyes, and told her, “I know several girls named Kelly who are blondes.”
She looked at me dumbfounded. “Really?”
“Yep,” I said. “Although” I added, “not all of them are 'natural' blondes.”
She giggled at this. “How can you tell that they're not real blondes?”
“Easy” I replied, “the hair on their heads don't match the color of their eyebrows.”
“Oh,” she said as if it should have been that obvious.
“Plus” I added, “I've known a couple of them since they were your age, and they weren't blonde back then.”
This made her giggle and little and brought a smile to her face, which was a very pleasant thing to look at. “I guess their moms' wouldn't let them dye their hair when they were nine?” She said, half-jokingly.
Well, I was right. Her age is still in the single digits.
“So you're only nine years old?” I asked, just to confirm.
“Yep,” she said, proudly, “my birthday was in April!”
“Mine's in February” I informed her, keeping the conversation going, because I knew what I was about to do next she was not going to like. “Okay, Kelly, I'm about to put iodine on your knee.”
She flinched at this, “I know, it's going to sting, but only for a few seconds, and just a few seconds, and then it will all be over. After that, I can put a bandage on your knee and help you get home!” I said in my best, most calming voice, hoping she wouldn't try to stop me from putting the disinfectant on her wound, knowing that if I don't that it could become infected.
“Okay,” she nodded, closing her eyes as I applied the iodine to her wound.
She clenched her teeth and sucked in some air, but after a couple of seconds, she relaxed and smiled.
“See, that wasn't so bad, huh?” I asked as I place a bandage over her scrape. “Alright, all done,” I said to her with a big smile on my face.
“No, it wasn't 'too' bad,” she told me, jokingly. Then she giggled a bit, and asked in a very cute voice “but would you mind doing something else for me, Davey?”
“Certainly” I replied, thinking she was going to ask me if I could help her get home, which I had already planned to do anyway.
“Could you help me find the way out of here so I can get home?” she ask, sheepishly.
I nodded my head, “of course” and started to pack up my things so I can help her get out of the forest. This was no problem for me as I already intended to do so.
I was about to stand up when she quietly asked, “and also... can you please kiss my boo-boos? Please?”
I was a bit taken aback by this and mumbled out, “I'm... not sure... I mean...”
“Please, Davey” she pleaded, “It will make me feel better! And I promise I won't tell anyone!”
I stood up and looked around. Seeing no one I thought, “What the hell. Besides, it's just her knee. And if it makes her feel better, then why the hell not?”
I got back down on my knee and then proceeded to kiss her's. Nothing too long or sexual, just a two-second kiss on the bandage, and that's it! No lips to skin contact at all!
Thinking I was done, I was about to stand up when she said, “I have another boo-boo that I need you to kiss.”
That's right, she said boo-boos. As in more than one. But where was the other one?
“When I was walking through the woods” she started, “I got poked by a branch.”
“Oh God,” I thought, “does she have a puncture wound?”
“It doesn't really hurt, and it's not bleeding” she continued, “but could you kiss it anyways, just to be on the safe side?”
“Sure,” I told her, more so that she would show me the wound than to actually kiss it.
“Okay,” she said, slowly pulling up her shirt, giving me a good view of her belly button, “here it is.”
I looked, but could not find any wounds.
Perhaps the branch just grazed her stomach, left a red mark that she thought was a serious injury, and has since healed up?
“I got poked in my belly button” broke my train of thought.
“Of course,” I thought.
It would have been bad enough just kissing her on her stomach! But her belly button?! A part of a girl's body that I admit I have a bit of a fetish for.
Now, most people would just stop here and say 'no'. Especially to a nine-year-old girl!
But for me, there was just one little problem with this: I'm attracted to young girls.
Don't get me wrong, I'm also attracted to girls around my age, and older, but, there is just something about little girls that gets me hard.
And hard I was.
Still, I needed to show some self-control. “I don't think” I began.
“Please, Davey” she started to plead, giving me big, puppy dog eyes, “I just want to make sure I'll be alright.”
I wondered to myself, did she want me to just to make sure, or did want me to because she wanted to... know what it feels like.
“But” I started again, hoping to stop this before someone say saw us and I got in trouble. The type of trouble that got me to put on a list for the rest of my life!
“I promise you, Davey” she cut me off, “I won't tell anybody! I know some guys like to kiss girls' belly buttons! I've seen it on the internet! You can think of it as a reward for helping me!”
“Plus,” she said, shyly, “I kind of want to know how it feels like.”
I was about to inquire further about what else she knew guys liked thanks to the internet, and if there was anything she had seen that she would like to know what it feels like, but decided against it.
“Please” she pleaded again, looking at me with sad little eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I said, “Okay.”
“Thank you,” she told me as she stood up, her belly a couple of inches from my face. She then lifted her shirt even higher, right below her nipples.
I took a second to think about what I was going to do, how I was going to start, and how far I should take it, when half-joked, and half commanded, “well silly? Hurry up!”
I shrugged my shoulders and poked my indexed finger into her navel, which was a nice-looking innie, and then quickly pulled it out, checking to make sure there was no blood and that she wasn't injured there.
There wasn't. Just some lent.
“Well, all safe to go,” I said more to myself than to her.
I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on her navel.
“Okay, Kelly, there we go,” I told her, wanting to get this done and over with before someone caught us.
“That's not good enough” she half-shouted. She then whispered into my ear, “I want you to stick your tongue in! I told you I want to know what it feels like.”
I almost came in my pants when she said that, thinking about other places on her I would like to stick my tongue in!
I shrugged my shoulders again and thought “fuck it” and planted my mouth right on her tummy, sticking my tongue right into her navel.
Her eyes opened up wide and she began to giggle like mad as I began to tongue her belly button like it was her lower regions, poking it in and out, and flicking it up and down.
After about a minute or two I took my tongue out of her belly button and began licking around her navel, making her squeal in delight even more. I then proceeded to lick to the top of where she had her shirt pulled up, and then went back down, kissing my way back down to her belly button, flicking my tongue in again, and then kissed my way down to the top of her skirt, which was just above her hips. After this I used my tongue to run along the outer edge of her skirt, going from one hip to the other and then back again.
I thought about taking off her skirt and panties, and just eating her out right there, but pushed that thought out of my mind, as she never told me she wanted me to do that. Plus, I was already taking this far enough as is! I just wasn't willing to risk it.
I eventually ended off things by placing my tongue back into her navel, and in a clockwise motion, spiraling around her stomach, not stopping until I finally came up under her shirt. A shirt that hid her small nipples, which I fought very hard with myself not to start licking and sucking.
“Well, feel better now?” I asked, the rational part of me hoping that she was, and didn't need any further 'kisses' so that we could end this before we, or should I say 'I', got caught, while the horny, teenage boy side of me wanted to take it further.
“Yep,” she replied with a smile on her face, “all better now! But could you please wipe off my belly? It's all wet.”
“Sure thing, honey,” I said as I took out another paper towel and dried off her stomach.
She giggled at this. “You called me honey! Does this mean I'm your girlfriend?”
“Shit,” I thought to myself, “I should 'not' have called her that. Think Davey, think.”
At this point, I had three options.
One, tell her yes and risk her getting so excited that she accidentally tells someone what we did here.
Two, tell her no and risk her getting so mad that she intentionally tells someone what we did here.
“I called you 'honey' because I like you, and that you're a sweet girl” and in more ways than one, I thought to myself.
She thought this over for a minute, then smiled at me and said, “okay.”
I quickly got my pack together and stood up. “Ready to go?” I asked, holding out my hand.
She took a hold of my hand and said, “lets!” and I began guiding her out of the woods.
The rest of our journey out was uneventful, although she was leaning up against my arm the entire time. This made me a little uncomfortable, not only because someone might see us and get the wrong impression, or in this case the right one, but it was also causing the massive hard-on I had to stay hard!
Thankfully, it wasn't too long before we finally got out of the woods and back onto a residential street that was behind them.
“Alright,” I asked her, “are we near where you live?”
“Yep,” she said excitedly, “I just live a few houses down” she pointed, indicating she lived on the other side of the street, which should have been obvious since there were no houses on the side of the street that the forest was on.
“Davey” she motioned for me to bend down as if she wanted to whisper something to me.
“Yes,” I said as I leaned over to place my ear next to her mouth.
Instead of whispering something like 'thank you to me, she planted a full kiss, right on my lips.
There was no tongue involved, and I wasn't going to try it either. This was risky enough as is.
She then broke the kiss, perhaps her first real one, and whispered to me, “thank you! I hope to see you again!”
“Me too” I replied, which, if I'm being honest with myself, I really did want to see her again, and maybe go a little bit further next time!
She took off, skipping about four houses down before finally reaching her home. She then turned around, waved at me, and ran on inside.
“Well, now I know where she lives in case I do see her again, and in case she wants me to drop by if she needs some more boo-boos kissed” I grinned to myself, thinking about the kinds of 'kissing' I would like to do with her!
I turned around and went back into the forest, needing to head home myself. But first I would need to find a nice, secluded spot in the woods where I could give myself some 'stress relief' because today had been a very stressful day.
Rating: 100%, Read 1248 times, Posted Nov 18, 2022