Caliboy1991

Kim’s Game – Chapter 2
By
Cali1991

The flat-screen TV was smaller than the one in Kim’s living room, but Arya had the latest Play Station and some games that the boy had wanted to play. The boy unfolded his feet, hanging them off the side of the sleeper sofa’s mattress. He stretched when he realized he and Arya had spent the last couple of hours in front of the TV. That’s when Andrea came into the living room and said, “Arya, your brains are going to fall out if you keep playing that.”

The girl groaned then said, “I’m kicking Kim’s butt.”

Chuckling, Kim said, “Hey, I haven’t played this before.”

Andrea grabbed her purse, “You guys seen my keys? I can’t find them, and I’m supposed to be at work in thirty minutes. I don’t want to be late.”

Arya paused the game and said, “Did you leave them on the nightstand?”

As Andrea headed back into the apartment’s bedroom, Kim couldn’t help looking at her. She wore a knee-length skirt and a white button-down blouse.

She came back from the bedroom with the keys jingling in her fingers when there was a knock at the door. Before Kim or Arya could get up, the young woman navigated around the sleeper sofa that filled up most of the living room when it was unfolded, like now, and opened the door. Kim was startled to see his dad at the door. The boy glanced at his watch and realized he’d lost track of time.

His dad waved, “I thought I might find you over here.”

Andrea opened the door all the way, “Oh, hi, Mr. O’Hara. Come on in.”

His dad nodded at Andrea, “Please, call me John. I just need to borrow Kim for a quick moment.”

Kim climbed to his feet and joined his dad and Andrea at the door, “Sorry, didn’t realize it was time for you to go.”

His dad said, “It’s okay. I’d rather you be playing games than cooped up at our place, reading books all day long. I got all the perishables in the fridge. Make sure you get the rest of the groceries put away before you go to bed, alright?”

Kim bobbed his head, “Alright. This your four-day week?”

“Yeah. They’re running me up to Oklahoma City tonight.”

Andrea’s sharp inhalation caught Kim’s attention. She said, “You’ll be gone until Friday, uh, John?”

John’s cheeks grew red, “Yeah. Over the road trucking. Kim’s pretty mature for his age, and he’s been doing this for a year now.”

Kim’s heard hurt, seeing the anguish in his dad’s eyes.

John added, “Mrs. Walsh, she’s the lady who lived here before you, she checked on Kim a couple of times a day, made sure he was fine. Didn’t burn down the building.”

Andrea looked embarrassed, “Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it. We’ve only been here three days now, and I can see he’s very responsible.”

Kim cleared his throat, “Uh, I’m right here, you know.”

His dad pulled him into a quick hug, “I know, kiddo. I was talking about you, not to you.”

Kim groaned. His dad usually didn’t have the time or the inclination for dad jokes. But usually didn’t mean never. His dad turned back to Andrea, “Um, could I talk with you for a quick moment?”

Kim watched the young mother glance at her watch, but she nodded and stepped out onto the landing, nearly closing the door all the way.

She had, however, left a sliver of a crack, and Kim leaned forward to listen.

“Miss, I mean, Andrea, I know you hardly know us at all, but If you have the time, would you mind checking in on Kim from time to time?”

Andrea’s voice was friendly, “It’s no imposition at all. What with just moving to San Antonio, we don’t know anyone. And the move was hard on Arya, so having a friend next door is a godsend, really.”

The sound of relief in John’s voice was unmistakable. “Thanks. My cell is on the fridge in our place. Don’t hesitate to call me if Kim is any problem. Don’t let him overstay his welcome.”

Andrea chuckled, “He’s welcome over here anytime. I’m starting a new job at one of the local restaurants this evening, and as long as you don’t mind, I’m more than happy for him to stay with Arya until I get home.”

John said, “That sounds great. I’m sorry I can’t stay and visit, but I’m due at the terminal soon. Please tell Kim bye for me.”

Kim pulled back from the door, bumping into Arya, who stood right behind him. The two of them spilled onto the floor just as Andrea opened the front door.

From the look on her face, Kim could see Andrea guessed they’d been listening. She wagged a finger and said, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t listen to us. There are left-overs in the fridge. Kim, there’s plenty for you, too. You’re welcome to stay here, play some games, watch Netflix, and hang out until I get home around eleven.”

Andrea stopped at the door and looked back at Kim and Arya, “Y’all have fun and don’t burn the place down.”

***

Kim growled, “Shoot!”

Arya laughed, “Don’t tell me you want to go best five out of nine?”

“No. The way things are going, school will be back in session before then.”

The girl set her controller down on the fold-out sofa’s mattress, “Just admit it. I’m a better racer than you.”

Kim lay back on the soft mattress, “Sparkling sports cars with unicorn horns?”

Still, he’d been having fun. The mechanics weren’t very different than some of the other racing games he played before. He glanced at the digital clock on the DVD player on which the Play Station sat. It was still early. Andrea wouldn’t be home for hours yet. He leaned over, “Whatcha want to do? Play another game? Watch a movie?”

The girl grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, “Maybe later. I wan to go swimming again.”

The idea appealed to Kim. “Sounds fun, but do you think your mom will mind?”

Arya climbed off the sleeper-sofa, “As long as you take me, it’s fine. She never said anything about her having to be home.”

Kim remained seated. “I know. Just wondering if she maybe intended it.”

Arya shrugged, “Ask her tomorrow if you want. I’m going to get changed.”

The girl closed the door to the bathroom and a few minutes later, appeared in her too-small yellow swimsuit. She grabbed Kim by the arm, “Come on! You coulda been changed by now.”

It had been several years since the boy had any close friends. The disease that claimed his mom took a couple of years to kill her, and during that time, Kim had retreated from the world. He liked Arya’s persistence and determination. Sure, she wasn’t as mature as the girls in his grade, but kim found it easy to forget their age difference.

“Alright,” he said as he got up and headed toward the door. He led the girl next door, where he left Arya in the living room while he closed the door to his room and put on his swimsuit. When he came out, the girl was holding one of the library books he’d been reading.

She said, “Oh, you’re reading the Game of Thrones book. Is it any good?”

Kim shrugged, “I guess so. It seems like every chapter someone I like gets killed.”

As they headed out the door, the girl said, “Who’s your favorite character.”

Kim said, “Oh, that’s easy. Arya.”

The girl skipped and ran on ahead. Kim found her waiting impatiently for him to enter the access code. Like before, the pool area was deserted. There were fewer leaves in the pool, but Kim doubted the maintenance guys skimmed the water more than once a day.

The girl was already in the water by the time Kim jumped in. She swam behind him and grabbed around the neck, climbing onto his back. He could tell she was trying to dunk him. The boy sank a bit, letting the water take almost all the load. Arya said, “I think it’s cool you like Arya. Mom says I remind her of Arya.”

Kim sank to the bottom of the pool and waited until the girl let go of his neck before floating back to the surface. The girl was spitting out a stream of water and pushing a few strands of hair out of her face. The girl was certainly feisty enough, he thought.

Arya took a step toward him and used her hand to splash him with water. “So, do you think I’m like her?”

Kim splashed her back, “Arya? I thought so, but then you kinda gave up trying to tackle me, so I’m not sure.”

With a howl of mock rage, the girl charged through the water, splashing as she came. Kim dodged aside as Arya charged through where he’d just been. Giggling through clenched teeth, she said, “I’ll show you I’m just like Arya Stark!”

The next time Kim tried dodging, Arya guessed right and pulled him under the water. He kicked away, realizing he only outweighed the girl by a few pounds at most. And she was a lot more energetic, too. They were very nearly evenly matched.

Kim wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He should have been able to dunk the almost-nine-year-old girl easily. Diving under the water, he swam around Arya’s splashing legs and hands until he could get her by the legs and pulled her under.

In turn, she twisted around until she grabbed him by the waist and sank to the bottom, dragging him with her. Kim felt a bit flustered, as that was his thing. Arya wasn’t as strong a swimmer and had mostly preferred to keep her head above the water. And the fact that she was strong enough to grab and hold him was just another reminder that he wasn’t like all the other thirteen-year-old boys he knew.

When Arya floated to the surface, Kim swam over to the side of the pool, upset. It wasn’t fair. He should’ve been able to dunk Arya as much and as often as he wanted. Only letting her get the best of him when he wanted.

Behind him, Arya said, “Um, are you okay, Kim?”

He mumbled, “Yeah. I guess.”

He felt her hand on his shoulder as she came up beside him, “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. I thought we were playing tag and dunking and stuff.”

Kim felt his eyes burning with tears. It wasn’t the girl’s fault. And as he looked at her through blurred eyes, any anger he felt at her evaporated. He shook his head, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just me being stupid.”

Arya leaned her back against the side of the pool. Kim could feel her concerned eyes on him, “You’re not stupid. You’re not upset that I tackled you underwater are you?”

Kim started to shake his head. The girl was partly right. He hated that she’d been able to do it, not because of her, but because he wasn’t bigger and stronger like most thirteen-year-olds. He sighed, “Not you, Ayra. I think it’s cool that you’re a fighter and that you’re so determined. I just hate being so small. Sometimes it sucks.”

The girl’s arm was still on Kim’s shoulder. “Before we moved here, Mom moved us around several times. When I start the fourth grade in the fall, this’ll be my fifth school. Even though I like being around people, I’ve never stayed long enough to keep a friend. Now that I actually have a friend, I like how it feels. When I saw you outside your apartment, I hoped we could be friends. If you’d looked all teenagery, I would’ve been too afraid to have come up to you.”

Kim wiped at his eyes. “You know we’re kind of really messed up, Arya. You talked to me because you thought I was younger, and I talked to you because I thought you were older.”

The girl squeezed his shoulder, “I’m glad we did.”

Kim nodded, “Yeah. Me, too. And, uh, I’m sorry about getting upset about earlier. I really think it’s cool you’re like Arya in the books.”

The girl pushed away from the edge of the pool and held her arm out, like it was a sword, “Dance with me, or feel the point of my needle.”

Kim laughed. Apparently, the girl had caught at least a little bit of the HBO series. Still, he lunged for her, grabbing her arm with one hand while trying to get the other around her neck. Arya slipped away from him and splashed water into his face. The boy laughed, relieved that Arya wasn’t upset with him for being dumb.

They dodged back and forth. One would dunk the other, and then, a few minutes later, their fortunes would reverse.

The sun had sunk behind one of the apartment buildings, and the sky remained a riot of reds, oranges, and yellows. But it wouldn’t be long before twilight fell. Kim wanted one more good dunk on Arya before they got out. As she was splashing around, he dove down, close to the bottom, and swam over to her, intent on grabbing her around the waist and pulling her under.

Arya twisted around, and before Kim knew it, he’d gone from hunter to hunted, as the girl’s hands grabbed at his legs. The girl lunged forward and grabbed the hem of his swimsuit. Kim kicked at the water, trying to dislodge the girl, and while he was successful, Arya didn’t let go until his swimsuit was down to his knees.

Kim shot up out of the water, grabbing at his trunks and pulling them up. Arya surfaced and said, “Oh, God, Kim, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were gonna throw me. I’m so sorry.”

The boy was flustered. He could feel the red in his face. “What the heck, Arya. You grabbed my shorts.”

The girl’s face was as red as his own. She stammered, “I was trying to climb up to your back. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to.”

Kim could hear the terror in the girl’s voice. After telling him how much his friendship meant to her, he knew Arya wouldn’t do anything deliberately to hurt him.

He still felt embarrassed as he said, “I guess you didn’t see anything, so it’s alright.”

Arya shook her head, “It happened so fast.”

Kim swam over to the shallow end and sat on the last step. He made sure his swimsuit was where it was supposed to be before Arya joined him on the step. She was still rattled by the unexpected turn of events.

With a shaking voice, Arya said, “I don’t think I saw anything, but if I had, would you be mad?”

Kim glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He’d only known the girl for three days, and already, he felt like he’d found a long-lost friend. He liked Arya and her mom, and he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the friendship, even if it felt weird to think she might have caught a glimpse of his dick.

Finally, he shook his head, “No, I guess not. But don’t make a habit of it, okay? It’s not like I can return the favor and pull your swimsuit down.”

Arya ran her fingers along the tight straps of her suit let out a nervous giggle, “No, I guess not. But if I had a two piece swimsuit, we could play keep-away like that, right?”

The thought of pulling Arya’s swimsuit down made something stir inside the boy, and he crossed his arms and rested them on his legs. “Good thing you don’t have a swimsuit like that.”

Arya stood and stepped out of the pool, “Mom said I’ll be getting a new swimsuit for my birthday. Maybe I’ll get a bikini.”

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
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Kim’s Game – Chapter 1
By
Caliboy1991

Closing his eyes, Kim imagined he was a demigod, standing on Mount Olympus. He held a bolt of lightning in his hand, feeling the electrical currents racing through his half-deity body.

A clanging forced him to open his eyes, images of Mount Olympus retreating into his imagination. He bent the page of the Percy Jackson novel and climbed to his feet. Padding over to the sliding glass door that opened on to what could only charitably be called a patio, he looked out the blinds and saw a moving truck.

Moving trucks were as common as door-knocking Jehovah’s Witnesses in the apartment complex. Still, this one had backed up against the apartment building he and his father called home. He wanted to get up and tell them to keep it quiet. His dad had gotten in about ten that morning, and the last thing Kim wanted to do was wake up his dad when it was barely past noon.

He put on some sandals and opened the door. A couple of burly men, staggering under the weight of a large sofa, moved past the boy until they stopped and set their load on the concrete walkway at the apartment next door.

The taller of the two said, “Sancho, turn it on its side, and we’ll take this heavy sum-bitch in that way.”

A moment later, the two disappeared into the apartment next door.

Mrs. Walsh, who had lived there until the previous month, had been good friends with Kim’s dad, despite the vast difference in their ages. In a lot of ways, she had been a grandmotherly figure to the boy, too. Always checking in on Kim when his dad was on the road. The boy bit his lower lip, thinking about how he’d been the one to find her dead in the apartment. The paramedic who’d calmed him down had told him that she’d died peacefully, from what he could tell. She had been almost eighty.

A soft voice startled Kim from looking toward the other apartment. “Oh, good. I’m glad there’re other kids around.”

Surprised, Kim pivoted around. Standing on the sidewalk just outside the Apartment building’s open central walkway, stood a girl. Sunlight reflected from her hair, giving it a radiant golden hue. When she stepped under the shade of the open walkway, Kim could see why it had seemed golden. The girl’s hair was the color of a wheat field.

She smiled at him as she approached, “Hi, I’m Arya. I guess you can see we’re moving in next door.”

Kim’s cheeks flushed as he felt the girl’s open gaze on him. She wore her hair in what Kim thought of as a page-boy cut, the back not quite touching the top of her yellow T-shirt. The boy wasn’t very good at guessing girls’ ages. She was very nearly as tall as him. But that wasn’t saying much. He’d been one of the shortest boys in the seventh grade. Girls grew up faster, he knew. A quick glance at Arya’s chest and Kim decided she was younger than his own thirteen years.

“Arya? Like from the Game of Thrones?” he finally managed.

She giggled, her straight, white teeth drawing his attention. “Yeah. Mom loves the Game of Thrones show. Did you watch it?”

Kim shook his head. Dad paid for basic cable and internet. “No, but I’ve been reading the series. I just got A Dance with Dragons from the library a few days ago.”

Arya leaned against the wall as the burly movers hurried back toward the moving van. “I’d rather watch the series, but Mom won’t let me.”

She made a silly face, “She says its too adult.”

Kim nodded. He recalled how shocked he’d been in book one when Bran had seen Cersei and Jaime fucking in the tower. He’ just turned twelve when he read the first book. It had opened his eyes to the complexities of human nature.

Still, he nodded at the girl, “Yeah. I can see why she’d say that.”

“Arya,” an exasperated voice from behind them said, “I leave you alone for one second, and you’re already making friends.”

Another girl, no, Kim corrected himself, a young woman came up the sidewalk, carrying a couple of boxes.

Arya beamed at the new arrival. “Yeah. This is…” she blushed and then stammered, “Uh. You never said your name.”

The girl had penetrated the boy’s normal taciturn nature, and he found himself smiling, “Hi, I’m Kim.”

Arya smirked, “That’s a girl’s name.”

The boy shrugged. If he had a dollar every time someone said that, he’d be a millionaire. “It’s short for Kimball.”

Arya nodded, “Kimball? That’s a nice name.”

Kim flushed. “You’re not the only one named for a character from a book. My mom picked my name from a novel by Rudyard Kipling.”

Thinking about his mom made Kim glance at the ground. Even though she’d been gone for more than a year, it still hurt when he thought of her.

“Oh, that’s cool!” Kim wasn’t sure if Arya was being serious or making fun of him.

The other young woman said, “Nice to meet you, Kim. I’m glad Arya’s already made a friend.” Then she turned to the young girl, “There are more boxes in the car, you want to help?”

A moment later, she disappeared into the open door with her boxes. Arya leaned over and nudged the boy, “You wanna help?”

Kim rolled his shoulders, “I guess so.”

Boxes jammed the backseat of the car; clothes, towels, kitchen utensils, and much more. As Arya stacked several boxes in Kim’s arms, the boy realized he hadn’t made any friends since moving into the apartment complex the previous year. Having one might be nice, he decided. He said, “I’m glad you and your sister are going to be our neighbors.”

Arya picked up a couple of boxes and giggled, “Sister? Oh…”

Confused by the girl’s mirth, Kim followed her into the open apartment. The young woman took the boxes from the boy’s arms. When Arya had deposited her boxes on the floor, still giggling, she said, “Kim thinks you’re my sister.”

The young woman put a hand over her face as she leaned against one of the cardboard boxes. She smiled at Kim, “How old do you think I am?”

Kim cocked his head to one side and took some time to really look at the older girl. Her hair, the same flaxen color as Arya’s, was worn only slightly longer, not quite reaching her shoulder. She wore a pink T-shirt with Hello Kitty emblazoned across it.

Kim glanced toward the floor when he realized he’d been staring at the young woman’s chest. Her T-shirt bent around an unobtrusive pair of breasts.

Feeling color in his cheeks, Kim said, “Dunno, maybe sixteen or seventeen.”

Arya fell to the floor, in a peal of laughter, while the young woman shook her head, “That’s sweet of you. Keep telling the women you meet the same thing, and you’ll be swatting them away like flies.”

When Arya stopped laughing, she said, “Come on, Mom, tell him!”

Kim’s eyes grew wide at the girl’s remark. The young woman sighed, “You see, Kim, this is what I have to put up with. I’m twenty-four.”

The boy was even more confused as he glanced between a girl only slightly smaller than him and her… mother?

As she began unpacking a box in the kitchen, Arya’s mom said, “I was just a teenager when I had Arya.”

Kim helped Arya bring in more boxes from their car, all the while listening to the girl prattle on. He didn’t catch everything, but he enjoyed the sound of her voice. It was a nice change from the silence of his own apartment.

By the time the car was empty of boxes, Kim felt sweat running down his face. His shirt was damp from perspiration, too. The hot sun of South Texas in June was enough to wilt anyone. Except for Arya. The girl seemed as fresh as before, although her hair was plastered to her head from sweat.

Kim followed behind Arya as they headed into the apartment with boxes from the moving van. The boy’s father stepped out into the open walkway and waved him over. Kim could see the tiredness in his dad’s eyes. But the strain from driving all night was gone.

“New neighbors?” his father, John said.

Before Kim could reply, Arya grinned and said, “Hi. I’m Arya Tyler. Me and my mom are your new neighbors.”

His dad’s eyes softened. He said, “Been helping these ladies, Kim?”

The boy nodded. Kim loved his dad. Always had. But they’d never been close. John O’Hara had been a truck driver the boy’s entire life, and until his mom’s passing, Kim had been close to her, while his dad had been distant, at best.

“That’s good. You should get out of the apartment more. Have you shown, ah, Arya around the complex? The playground? The pool?”

The boy shook my head.

His dad stretched his hand out, and Kim felt awkward getting his hair tousled.

Andrea Tyler stepped out of her apartment, followed by the movers. She signed a clipboard, and after the men left, she leaned against the door, “God, I hope we don’t have to do this again for a while. I hate moving.”

Arya pulled on her mom’s hand, “Mom, this is Mr. O’Hara, Kim’s dad.”

His dad seemed his distant self as he shook Andrea’s hand.

He managed, “Call me John. I guess my boy has already welcomed you ladies to the neighborhood, but it’s nice to get decent neighbors. Never know who the complex will rent to.”

His eyes drifted toward the parking lot. Kim repressed a sigh. After sleeping most of the day when he got back home, his dad liked to spend a few hours in the evening at a local bar, eating, having a few beers, and watching whatever game playing on the big screens.

Putting a hand on Kim, the boy’s father said, “I hope Kim was more help than a hindrance.”

Andrea nodded, “Absolutely. He helped Arya get the car emptied. He’s been a great helper. As a matter of fact, we were about to order some pizza, and if the two of you would like to stay around, we’d enjoy the company.”

Kim saw his dad glance again toward his pickup truck. Kim inherited his own shy nature from his dad. “Ah, I’ve got to get going. Plans already.”

Kim looked up at his dad, pleading in his eyes.

Perhaps Andrea saw the look as she said, “Sorry to hear that, John. If you’re okay with it, Kim’s welcome to stay.”

Kim felt confused at the look of relief in his dad’s eyes. Sometimes his dad made an effort to spend time with him, even if they had very little in common. More often than not, like now, his dad seemed to want nothing more than to get away.

John was leaving. He stopped long enough to say, “That’s fine. Just send him home when you get tired of him.”

***

Kim picked the olive off the slice of pizza, adding it to the small pile of olives and onions on the paper towel.

Andrea reached over and took the abandoned toppings and piled them on her pizza. “Didn’t think to ask what you like on your pizza. Next time I’ll be sure to ask.”

Kim wolfed down another bite and through a mouthful of food, said, “No problem. I don’t mind.”

When Andrea finished, she crumpled the paper towel and threw it in the empty pizza box. “I’d like to get some more of this unboxed today. Arya, maybe if you ask nicely, Kim will show you around the area.”

Kim smiled as the younger girl bounced on her knees, “That’d be awesome. Did you know there’s a pool here? Can we go and check it out?”

Andrea’s brow furrowed as she pursed her lips, “I dunno.”

The idea of taking Arya swimming sounded good. Since the pool had opened back up in the spring, Kim had tried to get over there a few times a week, either early in the morning or later in the evening, to swim. He piped up, “I’m a good swimmer, Ms. Tyler.”

Andrea’s gaze fell on Kim. “Please, Kim, call me Andrea. I can’t do Ms. Tyler.”

Kim felt awkward as Andrea’s eyes felt like they were penetrating him. “How old are you, Kim?

The boy worked to ignore his feelings. “I, uh, I turned thirteen right before Memorial Day.”

Dumbfounded, Andrea said, “Really? I thought you were younger.”

Arya chimed in, “Yeah. I thought you were ten or eleven. You’re really thirteen?”

Kim blushed. “Well, I thought your mom was your sister. We all make mistakes, right?”

Arya giggled, “Yeah. You really messed up on that one.”

Andrea smiled, “Alright. I guess you can go swimming with Kim. Your swimsuit is in one of those boxes on the sofa.”

Kim got up, “Cool. I’m going to change. I’ll be right back.”

Back in his bedroom, Kim dug out his swimsuit. It was in the bottom of a drawer stuffed with shorts and underwear.

He stripped down, trying to ignore his undeveloped body. In addition to being one of the shortest boys in the seventh grade, he was also among the least developed. He ran his fingers down his stomach, over his smooth abdomen and pubic area. Even the vellus hairs on his arms hadn’t graced his pubic area with their presence.

His nutsack hung down barely at all, and his tiny balls were a source of endless frustration. His friends at school called them the baby-makers, but so far, the only thing they’d made was him embarrassed. Especially in the shower at school. After seeing other boys’ naked bodies over the past couple of years, Kim realized that there was no one perfect size. All the boys were different down there in one way or another. Some, like his friend Jeff, was hung like a horse. His dick was more than four inches long soft. He liked to brag that when he got hard, he’s six inches. Then there was the class nerd, Benny. His penis pointed almost straight out from his body, too short even to droop. Kim doubted the boy was even an inch long.

Kim was closer to Benny in size than Jeff. Flaccid, Kim’s penis was just under two inches. Erect, it didn’t quite grow to four. Like it was getting now. He was thinking about Arya’s mom. Her beautiful face was easy to recall. And he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his thumb and first couple of fingers around himself and pumping his wrist up and down.

Kim lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. He imagined seeing Andrea naked, pulling off her shirt and revealing… what exactly? Most of the time, when Kim masturbated to the image of a pretty girl or woman, he saw her tits as the central part of her features. D, DD, yeah, he loved fapping to large breasted women. But Andrea wasn’t like that. The way her T-shirt clung to her chest, her tits weren’t a central feature at all. Still, her face played across his imagination as the tension in his dick grew. The familiar sense of needing to pee approached, and Kim simply kept pumping his fist until the tingling exploded from within his dick, which twitched and spasmed with his dry cum.

He lay there for a few minutes, letting his orgasm fade. Then the guilt came. “Shit,” he thought, “I shouldn’t have thought about Andrea. She’s my freakin’ neighbor.”

Still, it wasn’t that bad, he rationalized. He’d fantasized about several girls in his class and even the new seventh-grade science teacher. Nothing had ever come of those fantasies, and nothing would come from this one either.

There was a knock at the door. Kim glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Twenty minutes had passed since he came back home to get dressed. He rolled off the bed and pulled up the red swimsuit from last year. As he tied the string, the waist wasn’t as loose as last summer. Although it still fit, it was snugger.

Kim pushed his penis down and smoothed the material until his erection was barely noticeable and went and opened the door. Arya stood in the doorway. Her smile widened at the sight of his swimsuit, “Oh, good. I was afraid you’d changed your mind. Are you ready?”

The girl’s yellow swimsuit, like his own, was from last year. Unlike Kim, Arya must have grown quite a bit over the past year. The yellow fabric of the one-piece was taut across her body. If she hadn’t been as flat as Kim, then her nipples would have shown through. The material was even tighter the lower it went, and Kim glanced away as soon as he saw the camel-toe stretched between her legs.

“Uh, yeah, just had to change into my swimsuit.”

Arya twirled around, “Me, too. Mom said she’d take me to get a new swimsuit for my birthday. I can hardly wait. This one doesn’t fit very good anymore.”

Kim closed the door and said, “Come on, I’ll show you the pool.”

Thirty apartment buildings made up the complex. In addition, there was a large clubhouse that was available for parties. A swimming pool was behind the clubhouse and was open from Spring Break in March, all the way until Halloween in the fall.

As he led Arya across the parking lot, Kim felt sweat bead up on his forehead. “The pool’s open most of the year,” he said, “Unfortunately, you’ll half-dead from the heat before you get to the pool half that time.”

Arya giggled as she followed behind.

Once Kim keyed in the passcode on the entrance to the pool, he glanced around. A few leaves were floating in the water. No doubt, the maintenance man hadn’t skimmed pool since first thing in the morning.

There was nobody else here at the moment. Sometimes, the pool was crowded, especially on a Saturday. But it was almost eight in the evening, and even though the pool was open until ten, most of the families that used the pool were already back in their apartments.

Kim dropped his towel on one of the lounge chairs and jumped into the water. A second later, he was covered in a big splash as Arya pulled herself into a cannonball and landed a couple of feet away from the boy.

The young girl came up laughing, splashing at Kim. Normally, when Kim came to the pool, he liked to swim laps, although it was only about half the length of an Olympic sized pool. And usually, he wanted to come when there was a lesser chance of sharing the pool. But Arya’s infectious spirit had the boy splashing back at her.

Arya swam around and climbed on his back, forcing Kim under the water. Her hands, slightly smaller than his own, gripped his shoulders until his head submerged. The boy pulled his feet up and sank, pulling away from the girl. He swam underwater until he circled back around and grabbed her legs and pulled.

After a bit, the girl was out of breath and waded over to the steps where she sat, her torso above the water. Kim came over to her, standing on his knees in the shallow water. He said, “You’ve seen the pool. Whatcha think?”

The girl got a wistful expression, “It’s fun. I wish Mom would let me come over by myself, but she thinks I’m a little kid.”

The boy had already noticed that there was perhaps an inch in height separating Arya from him. “How old are you?”

The girl sighed, “I’ll be nine in two weeks.”

Kim’s eyes bulged, “No way. You’re almost as tall as me, and I’m thirteen!”

Arya gave him a disarming smile, “Really? You look younger.”

Kim laughed, “Well, you look older.”

The girl giggled, “Thanks. I think. I was the tallest girl in my third-grade class. A lot of the boys were jealous.”

Kim shook his head, “I was one of the shortest boys in my seventh-grade class, and I was the one who was jealous.”

Arya said, “I’m four feet and eight inches tall. How tall are you?”

Kim shrugged. Being the shortest, getting measured had been demoralizing over the past couple of years as his junior high friends had outpaced him by several inches.

“I dunno. Been a while since I measured.”

The girl rose to her feet and waded over to him. “Stand up and let’s see.”

Despite the girl’s winsome and outgoing personality, Kim dreaded what she might say if she was, as he feared, as tall as him. Still, Arya was insistent, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet.

She stepped up to him, face to face until Kim felt her toes brush against his.

Her eyes, only a few inches from his face, were just below his eyes. Barely. Arya put a hand on her own head and moved it across, bumping against the top of his head.

She flashed a smile, “I think you’re an inch taller than me.”

It felt weird to stand so close to the girl, their faces so close together. Kim glanced down. Her swimsuit was inches from his chest. His swimsuit was just inches from where the girl’s swimsuit ran between her legs. Kim had never been as close to a girl as he was right then. Of course, he reminded himself, the girl was four years younger than him. But Arya’s happy smile radiated from her eyes, and those locked into his, almost precisely at his own eye-level. It didn’t feel like she was that much younger.

The boy blinked and lowered himself back into the water and swam back toward the middle of the pool. Confusion filled his mind as he looked at the girl who swam after him. She was, he reminded himself, just a kid, four years his junior. But he didn’t feel that way, not when they were standing toe-to-toe.

When the girl caught up with him, she flashed him that smile of hers, “Thanks for bringing me over to the pool, Kim.”

Kim shrugged, “No problem. I had fun.”

The girl caught him by surprise when she reached out and hugged him. Her arms were around his neck as she said, “Thanks for being my friend.”

She let him go. The boy felt even more confused than before. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself that she was a lot younger, no matter that she could nearly look him straight in the eye. Another part latched itself onto the girl’s words. Kim wasn’t close to his friends at school. Really, they were more like acquaintances. Arya wanted to be his friend, and even if he doubted he’d have much in common with the almost-nine-year-old, he liked the idea of having a friend.

The last thing he’d felt was the girl’s body against his own, if only for a brief moment. As he swam over to the ladder to get out, Kim felt something stirring within his swimsuit.

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