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Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:56 No. 17321 ID: 5c8966

One morning, I wandered into the kitchen for breakfast and poured myself a bowl of cereal, then sat at the table. As usual, my roommate was already there, eating toast and orange juice and engrossed in a textbook, oblivious to my presence. I wished I'd gotten juice too, but didn't feel like going to the effort of getting it and just dug into my cereal.

It wasn't long before his sister wandered in, with messy hair and sleepy eyes. I glanced at her and noticed she was wearing her usual morning attire: a nightshirt and panties, and nothing else. It startled me at first that she'd walk around the apartment like that, but I quickly ignored it; my family was always pretty relaxed about that sort of thing too, after all. Still, I wasn't family. I noticed that her panties today were white with a little blue ribbon on the front, then directed my inappropriate attention to my cereal.

After a couple minutes, she perched herself in the chair across from me, drew her knees up to her chest, and began nibbling on some frozen waffles without much enthusiasm. I finished my cereal, tossed it in the sink, then looked at my watch.

"Hey Bill, time to go."

My roommate nodded, closed his book, and carefully put his dishes in the sink, then gathered up his things and left. I went back to my room, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door.

His sister was still nibbling at her waffles. I frowned and glanced at my watch again. Then I struggled to remember her name for a few seconds.

"Hey, uh, Sara, don't want to be late for the bus."

She nodded and continued nibbling. I waited around a little longer, then decided I had to go if I didn't want to be late for my first class. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been the last to leave the apartment, she had her own key, and if she was late for the bus that wasn't my problem. Besides, it was only a ten minute walk to her school anyway. It was a small town, and almost everything was in walking distance, which saved on gas.

I slipped my backpack on, locked up, and headed off for class.

By lunchtime, I decided I was just going to skip my one afternoon class for the day. It wasn't a habit I wanted to start, but I just couldn't must the motivation to sit through another monotone lecture. Universities should never hire a tone-deaf professor, I don't care what his credentials are.

So I left the cafeteria and walked the block back to the apartment and let myself in. I noted a half-eaten waffle remaining at the table with mild annoyance, but kids will be kids and she probably had to rush for the bus, so I let it slide. I tossed my backpack on my bed, shut the door to my room, and checked myself out in the mirror.

I was pretty skinny and had no upper body strength, so I'd decided to start working out. Partly it was so I could avoid the legendary Freshmen Fifteen, but mostly I was just hoping to attract some girls. I'd never had a girlfriend in high school, being the skinny nerdy type, so I was going to start working out to change that.

After doing a bunch of situps, pushups, jumping jacks, some bicep curls, and a grand total of one chin up (and I don't think it counts if you sort of hop to get started) on a chin up bar I installed in the closet door, I'd worked up a decent sweat and needed a shower. So I set out some clean clothes on my bed, stripped naked, and stepped out to go to the bathroom.

Oh shit.

My roommates little sister was frozen in mid-stride in the hallway, probably as surprised to see me home at this time as I was to see her. Did she skip school too? Probably, she was still in her night shirt and panties.

Then her eyes went down and I remember that I was standing stark naked in front of an 11 year old girl. Like I said, my family was always pretty relaxed about the dress code and they'd seen me walk to and from the shower naked countless times, but c'mon. Not the same thing, dude.

Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)12:20 No. 17322 ID: 5c8966

I quickly ducked back into my room and shut the door. After a few seconds, I heard the door to her room click shut and I stuck my head out; she was gone. I darted into the bathroom and shut the door, then got the shower started.

Dammit. I didn't have to look in the mirror to tell my face was red, I could feel it. I fretted about the accidental encounter for a few minutes, then decided to just not worry about it. Accidents happen, right? And I just pretended nothing had happened, she probably would too. It's not like she talked to her brother much anyway.

I finished my shower, carefully wrapped myself in a towel, and got back into my room and shut the door behind me. Ok, she was still in her room, good. I quickly got dressed, then headed into the living room. I really needed something to distract me, and some XBox sound like just the thing.

I'd only been playing for a few minutes when I noticed motion out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see Sara emerging from the hall. She looked at me, blushed, then went to the fridge to pour herself a glass of orange juice. I deliberately turned my attention back to my game, and after she'd finished her juice she went back to her room.

Bill got home a couple hours later and went straight to his room without saying a word. Typical.

They were decent enough roomies, but they could have at least tried to be a little more sociable. I didn't see either of them the rest of the day, but I heard one or both of them microwave dinner while I was in my room studying for an exam.

Breakfast the next morning was identical to the day before, except Bill's textbook had changed to a different subject and his sister's panties were pale pink. I made a deliberate effort not to look at her as I ate breakfast and headed off for class. I had only morning classes that day, but Bill didn't get in until evening because of his late biology class. I didn't see his sister until she emerged from her room for dinner.

Odd. She was still dressed in her night shirt and panties; normally she was only like that in the morning before she got dressed for school. And I didn't remember hearing her come in the front door; did she skip school today too? Bill acknowledged her presence with a grunt and a pat on the head, stuck her food in the microwave for her, then retreated into his room, nose buried in his book.

Damn, dude. I know you want to make a good impression on the professors your first semester, but maybe at least try to have some sort of life or social interaction?

Then again, I guess I wasn't much better.

I wish that'd stayed true.

Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)12:43 No. 17323 ID: 5c8966

By the end of the week, I'd become certain that Sara was skipping school since she never bothered to get dressed and I never saw or heard her go through the front door to the apartment at any time.

It wasn't any of my business though; it's not like I was her dad or brother, after all. So I said nothing.

The weekend went normally enough (dead silence, and rarely seen roommates. Relaxing, in its way, but also strangely... not, relaxing.), and when Monday rolled around again I noted Sara getting dressed for school and putting on her own backpack, so I decided not to worry about her skipping school. Hell, her parents had died only a few months ago; I could understand skipping school for a few days.

It wasn't until Thursday that the usual routine got screwed up again. I got home after lunch, enjoying my afternoon with no classes, and went through my workout routine again. I hadn't noticed any real gain from my exercise, but at least it didn't make me sore like when I first started, so I decided I was making some progress. I laid out clean clothes again, then tossed my sweaty ones into the hamper and went to the bathroom.

Crap. I normally kept my towel in the bathroom, but I'd tossed it in the hamper yesterday. And I wasn't about to use somebody else's towel. I turned around to get a clean towel out of my room and damn near ran into Sara as she emerged from her room with a dirty plate.

We both froze and I could feel my face turning red again. What the hell? I thought she went to school today? At least she was dressed this time. I, on the other hand, was naked as a jaybird. Again. In front of an 11 year old.

After a long moment of staring at each other in startlement, her gaze went down to my crotch again; a blush spread across her face, but she made no effort not to stare. Dammit, ok, play cool. It's no big deal. You walked back and forth from the shower naked at home all the time, she walks around in her panties all the time, this will only be a big deal if you make it a big deal. Ok, so...

"Uh, shouldn't you be in school right now?"

She was still staring at my junk. "Didn't feel like going today."

Ok, this wasn't working. I'm just going to casually walk into my room, grab a towel, and pretend like everything's cool.

It would have been nice if that had actually been how it went. Instead, Sara pointed and asked, "Is that your penis?"

Shit. Ok, just... no biggie. No biggie. Play it cool, man. Casual.

"Um, yeah."

After a moment, she met my eyes and blushed an even brighter shade of red.

"Ummm... Can I touch it?"

Hell no. I should've said hell no. I should have just gone to my room, or backed into the bathroom and shut the door. Instead, like an idiot, I just tried to play it off.

"Uh, sure. I guess."

After a few second's hesitation and a glance at my face to make certain it was ok, she quickly reached out and poked my penis with a fingertip for a split instance, then withdrew her hand like it was burned or something. She stared at it a few moments longer, then, childish curiosity fulfilled, she wandered off to put her plate in the sink and I quickly ran into my room and shut the door. I didn't leave again until I heard her door click shut, and I took my shower in record time.

I really hoped she didn't say anything to her brother. I strongly suspected he'd kill me or something.

I was still alive Friday and over the weekend, and Sara had gone to school Friday, so it was safe to assume she hadn't mentioned our encounter to Bill. Still, that was twice, and I wasn't eager to repeat those encounters, so I decided I had to be more careful and just go to the shower clothed from now on.

Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)16:29 No. 17325 ID: 368b1b

I lolled hard.

"Is that your penis?"

Keep it up. :P

Shit. Ok, just... no biggie. No biggie. Play itcool,man.Casual.

Anonymous 12/10/07(Sun)08:29 No. 17330 ID: fd21a2

continueyfjuuursfjljfs pls.

Anonymous 12/10/08(Mon)17:26 No. 17344 ID: 58030b

that really is the most realistic sounding loli reaction i've ever read on elit

anoninny 12/10/09(Tue)05:09 No. 17352 ID: 89aba0

Competently written, which always attracts my notice.

Looking forward to the rest, although I hope this isn't all being written in a prison cell.

Anonymous 12/10/10(Wed)05:33 No. 17360 ID: 61bc43

I'll continue adding to the story as the mood hits me, but be warned that it will updated sporadically. Think of it like a candy bar: it's not good to eat it all at once, but very nice as an occasional treat now and then.

Anonymous 12/10/10(Wed)05:59 No. 17361 ID: 61bc43

From then on, I started wearing boxers when I went to take a shower. I ran into Sara a couple more times, usually on the weekends, but it wasn't a problem since I wasn't exposing my crotch to some kid.

No, what happened was probably worse. One Saturday, I got back from jogging and saw Bill sitting at the table working on a paper, said hi and got a grunt in return, then went to my room and stripped down to my boxers so I could take a shower.

Preoccupied with the thought that I should probably be studying too since I had an exam on Monday, I didn't notice the bathroom door was latched and the light was on and just waltzed on in.

Sara there, dripping wet from the shower and reaching for the towel on the rack, frozen in surprise as I walked in. Following the natural male instinct, I glanced at her chest (flat, mosquito-bite nipples) and crotch (hairless and smooth), immediately felt dirty, and backed out of the bathroom and shut the door all in one motion.

I must have slammed the door hard enough to get Bill's attention, because he looked up from his laptop and asked what was up. Dammit.

"I, uh, just walked in on your sister."

"Ha! Serves her right for taking so long in there. I think she used up all the hot water. Don't worry about it, she walked to the shower naked all the time at home. She'll be fine."

He dismissed it with a wave and went back to writing his paper.

Huh. Well, that went better than expected. And I guess their family was as relaxed about clothing as mine was. Hell, I still showered with my sister until I was 10 and she was 16; she'd finally convinced both my parents that I was old enough I wouldn't slip and drown if I showered on my own, and I'd learned that puberty did interesting things to a girl's body.

I guess Bill and I were more alike than either of us had realized when we met at orientation and decided to room together.

I waited around in the living room until Sara had finished drying off and then went into her room and shut the door. Since she was wrapped in a towel, and she always left her towel in the bathroom like I did, I guess she still did walk to the shower naked.

Anonymous 12/10/24(Wed)03:28 No. 17491 ID: 61bc43

It was a couple days later that I made my first step in the wrong direction. Well, no, that's not quite true. Everything could have gone just fine from that point on, if I hadn't been such an idiot. But that was the first step down a long road to... well, I won't skip ahead.

I'd already passed the first exam for both of my Tuesday-Thursday classes and this was the first day of class afterward; we wouldn't be getting our exams back yet, but we wouldn't be covering much in the way of new material either. Besides, I was already one chapter ahead in both classes.

So, naturally, I decided to skip class. I don't want to give the impression that this was a regular thing for me, it wasn't. But that day I decided I was going to stay home and reward myself for all the hard work I'd put into passing both exams; I was pretty sure I'd made at least a 90 on both.

By the time I rolled out of bed, Bill was already gone and his dishes in the sink. I didn't bother getting dressed, just a t-shirt and boxers, poured a bowl of cereal, and sat down on the couch to play some video games.

Not two minutes later, Sara wandered out of her room, hair a tangled mess and a sleepy expression on her face. Her panties were green and covered in cartoon frogs; did she only have the one nightshirt though?

"Could you turn it down? I'm trying to sleep."

"What are you doing home? Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

She paused and glanced to the left, then mumbled something about school being canceled today. Having been her age and having had younger siblings, I knew immediately she was lying, but it wasn't any of my business so I didn't call her on it. Still...

"Well, good. I'd hate it if you were skipping school so much. It's not good for you."

She shrugged and turned to go back to her room. I felt kind of sorry for her, since she always shut herself up in there, she didn't seem to have any friends at her new school, and her brother barely acknowledged her existence. Hell, he barely acknowledged my existence. I guess it was his way of coping with the loss of his parents. But still, I felt bad for her. So...

"You shouldn't sleep all day. It's not healthy. Why don't you join me? I've got plenty of two-player games. I'll even let you pick something."

There. Right there. That was it. Harmless on its own, but if I hadn't made that decision, if I hadn't acted on that emotion, none of this would have happened.

Who am I kidding.

Anonymous 12/10/24(Wed)03:51 No. 17492 ID: 61bc43

She scratched her head, which left some of her hair standing up ridiculously, and glanced at the game consoles. Most of them were mine, and I'm proud to say it was a decent collection, but two were Bill's.

"Do you have Mario Kart?"

"Which one?"

"There's more than one?"

Ah. She was probably only familiar with the newest one.

"Have a seat. I'll set it up."

After I got the Wii set up and grabbed a pair of controllers, I turned and saw her sitting in the middle of the couch indian-style, rubbing her eyes with both hands and trying to wake up. The little frog directly over her crotch seemed to be staring at me accusingly, and I quickly averted my eyes and sat down next to her.

"You know how to play this one?"

She nodded and we started playing.

She kicked my ass, eight to three. By the last race, she was actually cackling triumphantly. Fucking blue shell. She wasn't just good at playing the game, it was obvious she actually had a talent for strategy, from the way she played. Bill seemed like a pretty intelligent guy; I guess his sister got the good genes too.

After that last humiliating defeat, Sara announced she was hungry and I remembered she hadn't eaten breakfast. Come to think of it, that bowl of cereal wasn't going to tide me over until lunch. So, I cooked us both some bacon, eggs, and fried toast, and we sat at the table eating. Sara seemed a little more animated than she usually was at breakfast; either she took a while to wake up in the morning, or she simply needed some human interaction. She hummed to herself as she ate, and I could feel the vibration as she rhythmically kicked the table leg with her bare feet.

"You wanna play something else?"

"Like what," she said, perking up as I broke the silence.

Yes, interaction was definitely what she needed. It wasn't healthy being secluded. For me or for her. So...

"I dunno. We got a lot of games. You pick."

She wandered over to the entertainment center and bent over to look at the stacks of games on the shelf. I stared at her butt, with the green panties conforming to it rather nicely. Another cartoon frog glared at me with condemnation.

Yeah. What the hell am I doing staring at an 11 year old's ass? It's completely inappropriate. She hasn't even hit puberty yet. But even if she had, it still wouldn't be appropriate. Hell, WHY am I staring at some kid's ass like that? Why do I care about what kind of panties she has on in the morning? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I that hard up, just because I've never had a girlfriend?

Still, she does have a pretty cute butt. Nice, shapely legs too. And... yeah, I'm burning in that special hell. The one they reserve for pedophiles and people who talk in the theater.

"How about this one?"

"Uh... I think that one might be a little too scary for you."

Doom 3 is definitely not for 11 year old girls.

"But it looks cool!"


"Fine. But if you get too scared, we're playing something else."

The batteries in the other XBox controller were dead, and I couldn't find the charger, so she watched while I played. The longer I played, the closer she scooted toward me on the couch. At one point, she jumped at a surprise-scare when a zombie jumped out of a storage locker and grabbed onto me.

"Ok, I think we should play something different."

"No, it's ok! I'm not scared!"

"Yeah, but I'm tired of Doom. Why don't you pick something else out while I go pee real quick?"

She got up and began going through the stacks of games again while I went into the bathroom and tried to will my growing erection away before it became noticeable.

Trying NOT to get a hard-on never works, in case you're curious. It's natural to get a chubby when some cute girl is practically in your lap, but she's a freaking kid!

After a while, things went back to normal and I decided to put some pants on to hide anything that might... come up, in the future.

post moar Anonymous 12/10/24(Wed)08:22 No. 17500 ID: e8a9c6

This build up and suspense is killing me over here.

Anonymous 12/10/25(Thu)00:18 No. 17508 ID: 1d3c34

That's the best part, I hope this goes on for a long time.

Anonymous 12/10/30(Tue)23:45 No. 17564 ID: c402ab

BUMP. Need this to be continued.

Anonymous 12/10/31(Wed)20:23 No. 17572 ID: c2882e

epic trolling if he hooks up with bill first :P

Anonymous 12/11/03(Sat)01:50 No. 17579 ID: cb892f

Bump! please continue good sir!

Anonymous 12/11/03(Sat)08:08 No. 17581 ID: edb02b

I'm thinking the narrator is in prison, not because he was caught molesting children, but because of his cruel use of suspense.

Anonymous 12/11/11(Sun)10:31 No. 17644 ID: 61bc43

Pants freshly donned, I returned to the living room and discovered that I was apparently in for a session of Left 4 Dead. Did she genuinely like violent horror games, or was she just picking them because they were "forbidden" in her mind? Restricted only for adults, or at least for older guys and not scaredy little girls.

Whatever. I picked up the controller and she made me pick Francis because "he has a funny name". Then she urged me to shoot Bill because he had the same name as her brother.

I glanced at her, giggling and squirming around on the couch, and decided she was just being a silly kid and not... you know, someone with issues.

Issues. Heh. I'm one to talk.

Anyway, after an hour or so of zombie slaying, Bill finally came home. He looked pissed.

"Uh, hey dude. How'd your-"

I didn't even finished before he slammed his backpack full of heavy textbooks onto the table.

"Some asshole keyed my car! I saw it when I walked back from campus. And that's just the icing on the cake! The damned TA in my biology class plagiarized my paper and then when he got caught, claimed I had copied HIS paper! Took me an hour with the dean to get everything sorted out."

He unzipped his backpack and started pulling things out so he could do his homework, and then bit off another curse.

"And apparently I've just shattered my TI-83+ slamming it into the table. You know what, I'm not in the mood for this."

He then stormed off to his room and slammed the door.

I turned back to the game just in time for Zoe to startle the witch and get me killed. On the couch next to me, sitting indian-style and staring at her crossed ankles, Sara muttered, "He didn't use to be so grouchy all the time."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. After a while though, I reached one around her and gave her a hug, just to be nice. After a moment's hesitation, she hugged me back, then went to her room and closed the door. I didn't see her again until dinner.

After dinner, I worked out for a few minutes, took my shower, stuck my head out to make sure Sara wasn't around, and zipped into my room, having lapsed into my habit of walking to the shower naked.

How is it that on the day I did practically nothing, I'm the most exhausted? I flopped onto the bed naked, not even bothering to pull on my boxers, pulled a sheet over me, and drifted off to sleep.

Roomates Major Wood 12/11/11(Sun)17:38 No. 17648 ID: 87d065

You've dropped some hints that things get kind of crazy. I hope that's crazy good. Personally, I like consentual Mf with happy endings(no pun), but I'm sure your outline from here is already fixed. I assume you plan to describe Sara in a little more detail at some point. She is flat with a nice ass and legs and a smooth kitty is all I recall, but I speed read. That causes me to miss a detail from time to time. Looking forward to your character putting the frog panties where they belong, around one of her ankles.....good job so far, mate.....peace

Anonymous 12/11/11(Sun)22:39 No. 17650 ID: 1d2b58

Sara pointed and asked, "Is that your penis?" AHAHAHAHA

Anonymous 12/11/12(Mon)13:17 No. 17667 ID: 2def14

"Fucking blue shell."

My sides.
Keep it up op, this is fantastic

!ItCASTLEsk 12/11/12(Mon)19:51 No. 17668 ID: fd2c20

>references Special Hell in his loli story
>fucking blue shell

You're my favorite person ever. Your writing style is reminiscent of exactly how I wish I could write and how I try to write, references and all. The way the story is going is exactly how I would have wanted it to.

Thank you for being an excellent writer.

Anonymous 12/11/13(Tue)20:04 No. 17672 ID: 6b218a

This will be one of those stories where it slowly goes along until he gets to kiss her or grope her a bit and whatever, and then no more updates.

Anonymous 12/11/14(Wed)06:54 No. 17676 ID: d7d2e3

I get the feeling that his sleeping naked is a chekov's gun for the next chapter where she walks into his room and stuff happens.

Anonymous 12/11/15(Thu)16:37 No. 17685 ID: 6ca10f

This story is close to AnonyMPC quality. Please continue, and get a name while you're at it.

Anonymous 12/11/17(Sat)21:34 No. 17703 ID: 70e74e


Very first post describes her some more.

Anonymous 12/11/19(Mon)03:35 No. 17716 ID: 3f6fcf

This is so fucking great. Bump.

Anonymous 12/11/26(Mon)17:36 No. 17789 ID: 0a6095


Anonymous 12/11/27(Tue)01:57 No. 17792 ID: 7517ef

Been too long since the last update! BAMP!

Anonymous 12/12/02(Sun)23:19 No. 17818 ID: ce59e9


Anonymous 12/12/06(Thu)01:47 No. 17826 ID: 1ac075

the lack of activity on this thread makes me die alittle inside.

Anonymous 12/12/08(Sat)11:23 No. 17832 ID: 70e74e


Sorry, I'm driving cross-country to a funeral. I'll update when I get back.

Anonymous 12/12/12(Wed)05:25 No. 17843 ID: 1c80fa

I woke, feeling stiff. In more ways than one. Not only had I slept in an awkward position, I also had a glorious case of morning wood. I glanced at the clock and saw I had nearly two hours before class, and since I was already naked for some reason I couldn't quite remember at the time, I might as well take care of the stiffness.

My laptop was brand new; I'd bought it for school and left my desktop PC at home, and as a result I had a serious deficiency in fap material. Well, that was easily fixed. I went to one of the several chans I visited now and then and went immediately to the porn.

Let's see... Feet, feet, ugly bottle blondes with fake tits, feet, fat asses, cartoon ponies, chubbies, feet... I must be the only one with discriminating taste when it comes to what I jerk off to.

Hold up- that may not be true. A teens thread! I scrolled through the usual poorly-made self-shots, duck faces, camwhores, women who were obviously too old to be teens, and one or two who were actually attractive, and then...

Oh shit.

She HAD to be underage. Skinny, gangly-limbs, awkward smile with braces, red hair, blue eyes, small but shapely tits, and just a wisp of fuzz above her crotch.

My erection could have penetrated diamond at that moment. I knew I shouldn't have, but I saved it. She was obviously too young and if anyone found that photo on my computer I was in trouble. My boner didn't care. I brought the picture up, enlarged it, and began stroking.

I eventually came with such force that half of it missed the tissue I was holding and I had to wipe up my linoleum floor with a dirty sock. Having satisfied my baser urges with forbidden fruit, I immediately felt dirty and closed my laptop, got dressed, and headed into the kitchen for breakfast.

As I poured a bowl of cereal and got a glass of OJ, I foolishly believed that having satisfied my lust would have reined in my inappropriate urges. This is akin to expecting to cure your addiction to weed by snorting a line of coke (I've never tried either, just for the record.).

When Sara came out for breakfast wearing her usual nightshirt and panties (yellow with smiling sunflowers), I immediately felt my pants shrinking. Dammit. I played it cool and kept eating, feigning interest in the back of the cereal box until my erection finally went away; then I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door before Bill even finished eating.

The entire walk to campus, I felt dirty. What the hell was wrong with me?

I didn't pay much attention during english lit. My mind was distracted with visions of pretty red hair, perfect little tits, and just a hint of orange peach fuzz.

I'm going to hell.

Anonymous 12/12/12(Wed)05:42 No. 17844 ID: ffc405

When I first saw that there was an update to this, I thought "Holy screaming mother of fuck, yes. Maybe there'll be some sex in this one."

And then it turned out to be the shortest update thus far, and it can be summed up with "I woke up with a hard on, jacked off to some cp, and then got hard again when I saw my roommate's sister."

OP I am disappoint, and I demand MOAR.

Anonymous 12/12/12(Wed)06:05 No. 17845 ID: 54cc34

Also it's really hard to get 'addicted' to weed. Usually it's the lack of activity that's addictive, which is what leads to crazy shit being done while High. Anyway, gotta point out, noton par with the other chapters, I don't think it's the same author.

Anonymous 12/12/12(Wed)16:13 No. 17848 ID: efc36c

File removed. - ( )

Not OP, as you can see, the ID for the last "update" is ID: 1c80fa when OP has always been ID: 5c8966

Anonymous 12/12/14(Fri)05:31 No. 17854 ID: ffd0ad

This is infact not so. Op has had three id's so far.

5c8966 61bc43 and now 1c80fa.

Anonymous 12/12/15(Sat)04:03 No. 17859 ID: a37f53

ops has had 4 ids if 70e74e is from op

Anonymous 12/12/15(Sat)11:47 No. 17862 ID: 9c1711

Is op using wifi, a proxy, a public computer, or a pppoe?

Anonymous 12/12/29(Sat)03:08 No. 17984 ID: e6cd20

Get off your ass, OP.

Anonymous 12/12/30(Sun)05:09 No. 17985 ID: ffd0ad

No, don't get off your ass. Sit on it and write.

Anonymous 12/12/30(Sun)06:21 No. 17986 ID: bcdb10

Good so far!

Anonymous 13/01/11(Fri)09:15 No. 18100 ID: 790c56

We need an update...I know it'll get good soon, but waiting is tough.

Anonymous 13/01/14(Mon)00:21 No. 18120 ID: 0f9b46

mother of god. WRITE MORE!

Anonymous 13/01/24(Thu)06:57 No. 18185 ID: 0f9b46

Page 1?!? I THINK NOT!


Anonymous 13/01/28(Mon)21:31 No. 18217 ID: 4cfefd


Anonymous 13/01/30(Wed)02:53 No. 18222 ID: 71e144

Get some writing done, man! This thread is getting popular.

keep going noko 13/01/30(Wed)08:07 No. 18223 ID: 16b476


we all agree... please keep going

Anonymous 13/01/31(Thu)04:03 No. 18228 ID: e630a3

I need a new update. Now.

Anonymous 13/02/02(Sat)07:35 No. 18237 ID: 0f9b46

The suspense is killing me! (and my cigarettes)

Moar before i die!!!

Anonymous 13/02/05(Tue)22:12 No. 18262 ID: ba7498

OP, I can't take it anymore! The suspense is eating me alive!

Anonymous 13/02/09(Sat)11:34 No. 18278 ID: 9a7154

Our hero is dead. I think.

Anonymous 13/02/09(Sat)20:59 No. 18279 ID: 61bc43

I'm still here, I just haven't been in the mood to write. Going to back to back funerals, losing your job, and getting a restraining order against your psycho ex-GF (who is responsible for my getting fired and came at me with a pair of scissors because the crazy bitch had a dream that I cheated on her) kinda sucked the creative juices out of me.

I'll get back to it when the mood strikes. Lately I've actually started thinking more about the story, so I may add some more soon.

Anonymous 13/02/10(Sun)13:08 No. 18284 ID: 790c56

Well damn, our hero was almost dead thanks to a psycho ex. Luckily she failed. So glad to know this one may continue soon, I was so disappointed when I thought it may not get finished. My faith is restored. Hope things get better for you OP, sucks to hear its so rough out there for ya.

Anonymous 13/02/13(Wed)03:20 No. 18310 ID: bd7aa3

I am a fan. please continue with the story. thanks.

Anonymous 13/02/13(Wed)07:13 No. 18311 ID: 3af8a5

Wow that really sucks, OP. I'm sure the wait will only make your story better! Take as much time as you want.

Anonymous 13/02/14(Thu)20:45 No. 18318 ID: ae16f0

wtf, how do dates work in 7chan

Waxing+Carnauba 13/02/15(Fri)07:42 No. 18325 ID: f5318e


You get set up by your concerned mother, eat the world's most awkward dinner, make an inappropriate joke during dessert, excuse yourself, and sneak out the bathroom window without paying the bill.

That's how dates work here.

Oh, you mean the numeric date. They go non-American style--DD/MM/YY.

Anonymous 13/02/15(Fri)11:57 No. 18327 ID: f5b1c2


Anonymous 13/02/15(Fri)19:10 No. 18330 ID: 950bbb

On my phone browser it reads like 13/02/15, so I was like oh fuck this thread's been on here for years. But still, it has been on for a while

Anonymous 13/02/20(Wed)17:55 No. 18359 ID: 11ef78

I got the same thing, bruv. The hell?

【Treecko】 !mcEVilkunM 13/02/27(Wed)04:40 No. 18395 ID: f16254

dates here for some reason (and who realy cares) goe in teh form YY/MM/DD...not sure where that form is used other than here but its all good

Anonymous 13/02/27(Wed)20:54 No. 18397 ID: 0f9b46

OP where did you go?! we need moar! *weeps softly*

Anonymous 13/03/01(Fri)02:40 No. 18404 ID: c1c58c

C'mon OP...we need more!

Anonymous 13/03/06(Wed)11:11 No. 18462 ID: 33bf42

Back to the top with you

Anonymous 13/03/10(Sun)03:40 No. 18476 ID: 61bc43

I'm (OP) still here. Just gotta get back in the writing mood.

I need my muse.

S33KER 13/03/15(Fri)05:48 No. 18511 ID: cf1c7f

Bump for moar, hope things start to turn around for you, OP.

Anonymous 13/03/20(Wed)12:26 No. 18554 ID: 7a2c3b

thank god you're still up for it. can't wait for you to finish this!

Anonymous 13/03/26(Tue)20:58 No. 18597 ID: 61bc43

Update: Have been in the mood to write and figured out where I want the story to go from here. So that's good.

What's not good is that my laptop has shit the bed; hard drive is going bad, battery is going bad, and everything else needs an upgrade. It's an old computer and everything is at least a generation behind, if not more, and now hardware is starting to wear out.

At this point, it would be cheaper to just buy a whole new laptop than replace all the dying components in this one. Until I do so, I can't write any more of the story.

So look for an update to the story in two, three weeks if all goes well.

And if anyone is interested, the psycho bitch who fucking stabbed me with scissors just got put away for five years and is undergoing psychiatric evaluation. So there's that.

That's all for now. Hope to continue this soon, but don't want to string you guys along forever without delivering. Knock on wood.

Not that kind of wood, you sick bastards. ;-)

Anonymous 13/03/29(Fri)19:52 No. 18605 ID: a86109

Thanks for the update, glad she got put away, just make sure to take your time, we'd much rather have the same good quality writing in three weeks than some shit you've put together in one.

Anonymous 13/04/10(Wed)05:00 No. 18680 ID: 61bc43

Further update: New laptop ordered, expect it to arrive within a week or so if all goes well.

New chapter will be up as soon as I have my new computer.

Anonymous 13/04/12(Fri)21:17 No. 18696 ID: 7be7df


Anonymous 13/04/14(Sun)03:38 No. 18697 ID: 3170d8

Now that you've set the context and left it for a few weeks we've likely all had ideas on where this could go...can I suggest three alternatives, it would be awesome if you did each as alternative story lines; 1) loli seduces him 2) loli is seduced 3) loli is abused and made into a tool

Anonymous 13/04/14(Sun)05:23 No. 18698 ID: 8edadf

Man this thread is popular now. One thing I must say- how many underage people must be reading this?

Anonymous 13/04/14(Sun)06:02 No. 18699 ID: 2ace69

I rather appreciate the leisurely pace of this tale. Please don't feel the need to give in to the desires of impatient cretins who demand immediate gratification.

Anonymous 13/04/18(Thu)10:25 No. 18726 ID: 66e1fa

I'm 18 now, but I was under aged when I first started reading this story.

Anonymous 13/04/20(Sat)00:11 No. 18733 ID: 59aa4e

I'm 25 now, but I was underage when I first started reading this story.

I thirst for more. This story is moving infernally slowly.

Anonymous 13/04/21(Sun)20:14 No. 18740 ID: f7d0a5


Anonymous 13/04/22(Mon)01:25 No. 18745 ID: 6275b2

So we can expect a new chapter pretty soon. I love you.

Anonymous 13/04/24(Wed)10:39 No. 18761 ID: c4ee47


Anonymous 13/04/24(Wed)18:40 No. 18763 ID: 3128b6


Anonymous 13/04/27(Sat)04:33 No. 18773 ID: 59aa4e

Shit, I've just about given up on waiting.

Anonymous 13/04/28(Sun)08:55 No. 18784 ID: 27430a

I haven't....

HalfBaked 13/04/30(Tue)02:58 No. 18808 ID: 0d017a

If the OP doesn't post an update by friday I will update it with what I think should happen next(basically a chapter update). By no means do I plan to continue the story provided the OP comes back, nor do I consider anything I contribute canon (neither should you). I'll post it on pastebin so it doesn't confuse anyone and you may ignore it if you choose.

Anonymous 13/04/30(Tue)20:56 No. 18816 ID: 59aa4e

I hope you're working on it.

Anonymous 13/04/30(Tue)22:08 No. 18817 ID: 0f9b46

OP i hope you realize how rare it is for a story to continue to remain at the front page after going more than a month with no update, it speaks volumes as to how much we like your story and want you to continue it with as much haste as you can muster.

Anonymous 13/05/01(Wed)02:13 No. 18818 ID: 1c7118

Now now, he's got some stuff going on, give him time.

HalfBaked 13/05/01(Wed)04:26 No. 18820 ID: 0d017a

I'm not trying to replace him. if anything the opposide. Me writing would make everyone hop off his back about getting out an update RIGHT NOW.
I've had it written out for like, a week now. All I have to do is proofread and make final edits whenever i'm not so busy.

HalfBaked 13/05/01(Wed)05:20 No. 18822 ID: 0d017a


*opposite. Fuck spelling.

Anonymous 13/05/03(Fri)00:29 No. 18840 ID: 59aa4e

Hope you're prepared to post.

HalfBaked 13/05/03(Fri)03:09 No. 18841 ID: 0d017a


I never said I would post ON Friday. That's a bit unlikely as I most likely won't be home until Sunday. Sorry

Anonymous 13/05/04(Sat)12:50 No. 18851 ID: c85651


Anonymous 13/05/05(Sun)00:52 No. 18853 ID: 8f9f6f

I think that I would rather wait for the original author.

Anonymous 13/05/05(Sun)04:37 No. 18854 ID: 61bc43


You need wait no longer. Don't have my new computer yet (unexpected expenses came up), but fuck it. You've all been very patient, and patience should be rewarded.

I woke up late, rolled out of bed, and got dressed. Awkwardly, because I had incredible morning wood. Bill had already left for class, but I ran into Sara as she was heading out the door.

"You're gonna be late," I told her.

"Nah, the bus has to wait for ten minutes. I'll make it- Oh!"

She yelped as she picked up her backpack and spilled the contents all over the floor, having left it unzipped and grabbed it by the bottom. As she bent over to pick her things up, her skirt hiked up and I saw that her panties were yellow with little sunflowers on them.

I am such a pervert.

I was probably blushing, feeling guilt at staring a little girl's ass, and as she put the last pencil into her backpack and stood up, she noticed me and asked, "what?"

"Nothing! Um... your skirt is hiked up."

She flushed slightly, making the light dusting of freckles on her cheeks disappear for a moment, and tugged her skirt back down.


Feeling awkward, I saw her out the door, locked up, and walked off to my first class. I ended up being twenty minutes late, but I don't think anyone noticed me slip in.

Classes were boring. Professor Ben Stein kept droning the entire class (seriously, he has the same monotone and everything) and I nearly fell asleep, and my other classes were nothing spectacular either. At least my next paper wasn't due for another week, and I didn't have any other assignments for once.

I walked back to the apartment at a nice, leisurely pace, enjoying the cool weather, and noticed the bus letting the kids off. Sara was one of the last ones off the bus, spotted me, and waved, so I waved back and we walked back to the apartment together.

Without any prompting from me, she grabbed onto my hand as we strolled down the sidewalk and started telling me about how horrible her new school was, how the boys were jerks, the girls were mean and stupid, the teacher was boring, and basically how everything was the most terrible thing ever. She also had a bounce in her step, practically skipping, and was smiling the entire time, so I found the whole thing amusing and just went along with it, mmhmming and ahing and I seeing at the appropriate moments.

I didn't realize until much later that her cheerfulness was because of my company. I had a vague idea of how desperate she was for a friend, but didn't think much of it at the time.

Without even realizing it, I was hoist by my own petard. What started out innocent... Well, no single raindrop thinks it's responsible for the flood.

When we got to the apartment, Bill had already arrived, having driven his car (he was still pissed about it being keyed), and after a gruff acknowledgement of our arrival he disappeared into his room again.

The two of us settled at the table, I started reading the next assignment for my literature class: The Song of Roland. Holy shit, medieval poems are long. I was actually relieved when Sara asked for help with her math homework, and I scooted my chair to her side of the table and walked her through the problems she'd been assigned. When we finished, she was practically beaming.

"Thanks! It would have taken me waaaay longer if you hadn't helped!"

"No problem," I said, patting her on the head as I stood to fix dinner. "Any time you need a hand, I'd be glad to help."

Like I said, no single raindrop. But raindrops add up...

HalfBaked 13/05/05(Sun)05:02 No. 18855 ID: 0d017a

Oh wow, nevermind then... guess it's no longer necessary... Time to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3bWon3Tg-8

Anonymous 13/05/05(Sun)07:18 No. 18856 ID: c85651

Thanks op.

Anonymous 13/05/06(Mon)07:53 No. 18866 ID: 358995

Why don't you post the pastebin anyways? Or is that considered rude to the OP?

Anonymous 13/05/06(Mon)14:51 No. 18868 ID: 4cfefd

Glad you're back.

Anonymous 13/05/07(Tue)02:00 No. 18877 ID: d9df21

We should be glad op is so dedicated. Most people just abandon stories for no reason, but this motherfucker kept writing despite all the shit he's going through.

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