My best GM

Last week, I posted a GM I had with a 5 year old girl named Ashley. I hadnt known her for long before I realized she had a thing for me. Why lucky me! [edit]

Here Im posting probably the most intimate moment Ive ever had with a LG. Try to savor it. ;)

We were watching the movie The Labyrinth together one afternoon near dusk. I was sitting by myself in this comfy chair, with Ashley and her siblings sitting behind on the couch. I was enjoying the first few minutes when that sweet little lady came up to me. She looked right at me with a smile and asked, Can I sit on your lap?

Keeping it cool, I said, Yeah, sure.

I dont have to if you dont want, She said. What a sweetheart; so polite. If only she knew!

Naw, its okay. So, she hopped up on my right thigh, and since the chair was comfortably leaned back slightly, she laid her back on me with her head on my chest. Her mom was in the kitchen, ever watchful of her daughter. The movie was actually very good, and I was perfectly content in this nice moment, but I decided to try something. My right hand was near the armrest; close to hers. I had thought about it, and I had to make my move: I placed my hand on her hand. I gently stroked it to and fro with my thumb. It was subtle, her mom could never see it.

During this kind of moment, every GLer who is secure with himself has one thing primarily on his mind: how does she feel? Am I making her uncomfortable?

Time passed without an answer. I couldnt see her face, and I limited my actions and didnt do it much. But then, she gave me her answer: she slowly grasped my hand, and placed it on her chest. Now she was stroking my hand. I knew exactly what this meant: she was happy. I could feel her heartbeat. I worried what her mom would think, but I wasnt doing itshe was! So it was cool.

Soon, I had another evil plan. This was diabolical! Boy was I brave. Anyone could see me if I did it wrong, and there was a real chance of freaking her out. I waited until Mommy wasnt looking, then I leaned over, and as I smelled her beautiful hair, I put my face near the side of her head, near the hairline, and gave her a slow, intimate kiss on her temple. Did I cross the line? I didnt know until 5 minutes later. Ashley looked to see if Mommy was watching, then turned, and kissed me on the cheek. She continued to watch TV.

Wow. She really likes me! I continued to massage her hand, as she held mine to her chest with both hands. I was building confidence. This time I leaned over and gave her a nice soft kiss on the cheek. I could see a little smile on her face. She took another glance for Mom, then gave me two more kisses. She was pressing her lips firmly on my face, making those cute kissy noises. This was really nice. I hadnt shaved in a few days, so I whispered to her, I should have shaved this morning.

Its okay, She said smiling, I dont mind. Her grasp, as she held my hand to her chest was strong. Soon, her sweet smile became a relaxed stare. You could feel the emotion and love from her. She wasshe wasturned on! She got on her side, and rapped her arm around my neck. She was embracing me. She started sensually massaging the hair on the back of my head. This lasted ten minutes and it was worth a year of my life. You receive what God has the mercy to give you, and as we looked in each others eyes, I knew that this moment was very precious.

Kids! Dinner! We had to stop the movie as it was dinner time. After that it was bedtime, so I hugged Ashley goodnight, and I went home.

I was thinking later that day, when I realized the way Ashley held me felt veryfamiliar. She was stroking my hair in a unique way. I had felt this before! It was the SAME way my ex-girlfriend would hold me when we made outand she was 35! It goes to show that whether youre 5 or 75 youre body feels the same way and kids are just as much sexual beings as anyone. This moment was wonderful, not because I had some graphic sex with her, or even because I saw her naked. I connected with her in a way that her dad never could, her brother never could, and her close friends never could.

It was a very special kind of happy; especially for her.