#Tween
Please click my name and read the previous parts before continuing. There is no sex in this part, but you can see where it’s heading…again. Enjoy!
I got to work late that morning. Apparently, some drunk crashed into a pole down the street during the night, knocking out my whole neighborhood’s power, and along with it, my alarm clock. So, it was already starting out to be a shitty day from the very beginning.
Add to that a huge line at Starbucks, my barista looked like he was overdosed on heroin, and the highway to work was a parking lot. It was as if great forces were conspiring to make me as late as possible and they did a fine job.
So, when I got to work almost three hours after everyone else, it did not go unnoticed. And with it being a Friday, I’d have to stay late to make up for it. Fortunately, my daughter was with her mom for the weekend so I could get home long after dinner and not feel bad about it. I had no doubt – today was going to be a very shitty day.
I closed the door to my office and sat down at my desk to try to get caught up when my phone buzzed.
–hi–
It came from a number I didn’t recognize, and it wasn’t in my cell, so I ignored it and got to work. About ten minutes later…
–u there–
I wished I could turn my phone off, but at work that wasn’t an option, so I ignored this message too. I had about another five minutes of peace…
–dan r u ther–
Well obviously, they know me. Whoever the fuck this is should also know me well enough to never bother me at work. And if they really know me, they know to use ‘are’ instead of ‘r’ and ‘you’ instead of ‘u’ since it’s a major fucking pet peeve of mine. Even my own daughter doesn’t send texts like this. Okay, calm…calm… I felt a headache coming on…
–Who is this? I’m at work right now and I’m really busy. Sorry.–
I was getting irritated at the interruption and hoping that was the end of it. About five more minutes passed before I got another text.
–hi its marli im sorryi bothred u at work i got a phone4 my bday n i wanted 2 txt u im at school lol sory–
Suddenly I didn’t care about u’s and r’s and 4’s and run-on sentences and punctuation and grammar and spelling. The pure joy that washed over me upon reading this text message was indescribable. I forgot all about the work I had to do, all about the traffic, the junky barista, everything, and just read her message again, a huge smile on my face. Marli’s twelfth birthday was yesterday. Naturally I would not have been invited to that party.
–You got a phone for your birthday? That’s so cool! Now you can text me whenever you want! Happy Birthday btw!!! 😊–
–thanx its an iphone and its so cool i luv it–
–Wow those are nice!–
So I’ve heard, anyway. I’m an Android man, myself.
–i kno i can play music on it 2 can i come over–
I had to read that last message a second time before I picked up the question in it. I inwardly hoped Marli would at least try to use punctuation at some point in the future. I almost missed it.
–What do you mean come over? You mean here? Now? I’m at work sweetheart. 😞–
–no i mntonite–
No…I mean tonight. I think.
–Tonight? You want to come over tonight?–
–ya–
–My daughter’s with her mom all weekend, honey. 😢–
Curse my rotten fucking luck. This day just started sucking again.
–i no i just talk 2 her in math n she told me she was gonna b gone so can i–
If what I’d described earlier was joy, I was very much mistaken. That wasn’t joy. This was joy. My little girlfriend was taking things into her own hands brilliantly.
–What about your mom?–
–i asked her n she sayed itwas ok she has 2 work neway so can ii
pleese i really really miss u–
Well, how can I say no to that? Not that I’d ever planned to say no to Marli. Like for anything. Ever. Need both my kidneys? No problem. Here’s a dull knife and a Ziploc bag.
–Of course you can come over! 😃–
–yay n i can stay 2nite to my mom sayed as long as its ok wih u–
I think it’s fair to say that’s okay with me. Yes, I think that would be just fine with me.
–Of course it is!–
–i no i toled her u sayed yes alredy lol–
–Do you need me to come get you?–
Like now? Like, right now? Please say right now!
–no ill ride the bus–
–You sure? Do you know which one to take?–
–yep i took the same 1 b4 to a freinds house its ez–
–Well, if you change your mind and want me to come get you, let me know.–
–k–
And, just like that, my day improved. But I still had a ton of work to do, and if I planned on making it home before Marli, who’d arrive a few minutes after 4pm, same as my daughter if she were riding that day, I really had to double-time it. I did some mental math and figured I’d work four more hours and hopefully get most of my numbers in for the day.
I lasted about six minutes.
I told my secretary on my way out that something had come up (not entirely untrue) and that I had to leave at once. Yes, it’s important. No, I won’t be back. No, I don’t need you to do anything. No, I can’t be reached. Yes, I’m serious.
Then she asked me if I would still write her a letter of recommendation after I’m fired. Haha, very funny. Suddenly everyone’s a comedian. I turned and headed outside.
When I looked at the speedometer and realized I had driven out of the parking lot at 50 miles per hour, I had to remind myself that it wasn’t even noon yet and Marli wouldn’t be home for another four hours. I guess I was excited.
I made a quick mental checklist and headed to the mall.
Just as I was about to enter Victoria’s Secret, I stopped in my tracks and thought for a moment before taking out my phone.
–What size are you?–
A moment later…
–huh lol–
–I’m buying you some things for your birthday and I need to know your size.–
–oh lol im a 10–
Fuck, you aren’t kidding, I thought to myself.
–Okay, got it! Thanks beautiful.–
–aww i cant wait 2 c u–
–Same here! I’m excited!–
–i cant wait 2 do it lol–
–Me neither!!!–
–im wet lol–
Holy shit. I can’t imagine what my face must have looked like to passersby as I read this message.
–Seriously????–
–omg yes lol itts embrasing–
–No it’s not it’s HOT!!!!–
I waited for a few minutes but there was no reply, so I walked into the store. I did a quick search on my phone for women’s size charts and found out what I needed to know to buy adult clothes that would fit a size-10 Marli. I made several very distasteful selections and brought them to the counter where the clerk eyed me warily as she tallied them up. My phone buzzed.
–sorry my teacher was coming lol–
–No problem! Don’t get in trouble!–
Getting that phone taken away and examined might cause me some trouble, come to think of it. I’d have to talk to her about deleting these conversations.
–k–
I paid my bill, thinking that ounce for ounce, lingerie must be the most expensive commodity on the planet. I had a medium-sized bag that was filled with a few goodies, and it couldn’t have weighed more than a pound but was well over $200. Incredible. Fuck it – it was money well spent.
After Victoria’s Secret, just for a study in contrast, I bought her a birthday teddy bear from Build-A-Bear, then I stopped at the Apple store to buy her a phone cover; a present she could bring home and show her mom. I didn’t think Tina would care for the transparent panties I’d bought for her daughter, or the obscenely short babydoll nighty that matched them. I also picked up a charger so she’d have one at my house in case she forgot.
Then a trip into Abercrombie to get her some clothes she could actually wear in public that didn’t belong to my daughter. I told the clerk Marli’s size, and she had no trouble at all helping me spend my money, and didn’t give me a single dirty look. When we finished, I had a large selection of shorts and skirts and tops for her, as well as a colorful selection of undies. As much as I wanted to see her in skimpy lace panties 24/7, I knew that comfort was a more realistic goal at her age. And finally, I noticed a dress that I thought would look stunning on Marli, so I grabbed that too. Then one more stop before I left the mall.
–Shoe size?–
–aww im an 8 usully–
–Thanks. 😊–
–😊–
I found a pair of high heels (well, high to a twelve-year old) that I liked that would match the dress. I bought a size 7.5, an 8, and an 8.5 just in case. I could return the other ones later.
I had quite a few packages to carry out to the car when I left.
Then a store that I’d driven past many times but had never visited. It was a squat brick building painted all black. Enormous pink and yellow letters were painted on the side: ADULT XXX
I parked toward the back and walked in.
I admit I went a little crazy in that store, but I couldn’t help it. Her use of a hairbrush for masturbation had me concerned from a hygienic standpoint. Now, that might explain the purchase of a simple garden-variety vibrator, but my altruism only went so far before depravity reared its ugly head, and there were so many choices! I needed a shopping cart.
I bought Marli a small discreet vibrator that looked just like a lipstick, then a small egg with a wired remote. My personal favorite was a flat oval disc with a small penis poking out of the center. It had a wireless remote and I thought that would be fun at dinner tonight.
Then a selection that truly gave me pause and I thought for a long time before deciding to get it: I bought this….I guess one might call it a gift pack…of anal toys called “The Deluxe Anal Explorer Kit” because, as you probably remember, Marli is very much a fan of things butt-related. There were about a dozen toys in the kit, all lined up smallest to largest left to right, in neat little cut-outs. On the left side were very slender little implements, gentle playthings narrower than my pinky progressing gradually upward in size but still for the most part very modest. Some had vibrators built in, some didn’t. Near the end of the line, the devices quickly became much more intimidating. The last three struck me as utterly useless since they were huge by comparison and I wished they weren’t part of the set, but there weren’t a lot of beginner options in the store. The very last one was this monstrous veiny thing bigger around than my forearm, apparently representing the ultimate goal of the typical anal toy consumer. Just looking at it made me wince, but I reminded myself it was the first nine that I was really buying. The last three could go in the trash. Along the bottom of the set was line of tubes of lubricants in varying colors, consistencies and, yes, flavors(!).
The final purchase was a nice soft set of rope ties. I had never been much into bondage and wasn’t sure Marli would even let me use them on her, but they were there at the checkout, so I threw ’em on the counter. Fuck it.
Now, to a lady, nothing says romance like a crate full of butt plugs, so I stopped at a florist after leaving the porn shop and bought Marli a dozen red roses. At her age I doubt she’d care for such things, but it was something I wanted to do. Plus, I figured it might soften the blow of that Explorer Kit. You really had to see that far-right device to appreciate just how vile a thing it was. It should have come with a Proctologist’s phone number.
Finally, as I drove home, I made reservations at the same restaurant we went to before. Our restaurant. I told them it was for a birthday, and they promised they’d have a small cake all prepared.
I had just set down the phone when it buzzed again, then three more times in rapid succession.
–omg i cant wait bus is almost here–
–can we do it as soon as i get ther–
–im so wet ur gonna luv these panties lol–
–wat r u doing lol–
I had been sufficiently propagandized by the ad campaign against texting while driving, so I didn’t reply until I was in my driveway.
–I was driving! 😆–
–im on the bus–
I checked my watch. She’d be here soon.
–See you in a few!–
Author note: Hope you enjoyed reading this even though there was no sex involved. You know where this is heading though, so the next part shouldn’t disappoint!
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