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Copyright © 1998, Sxjames. ALL Rights Reserved
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This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
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the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
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distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted
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by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com.
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Thanks to all who have written regarding 'the rest of the
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story'. Thanks also to Eli-the-bearded for his technical help. This should
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be the whole thing (cross fingers, knock on wood, etc.), in it's entirety.
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As aways, address comments to Sxjames@aol.com
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****** MICHELE ******
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For the purposes of this narrative my name is John. The events I
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relate occured almost a year and a half ago and only now can I write
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about them with a little perspective -- I think. It still leaves me
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emotionally drained however, and to be honest I may not finish this in
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one piece. Be that as it may, it's time now to try and sort it out. I
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just broke a date with my current lover and at some point she will want
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an explanation (as several other people in my life have, and deserve,
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one) so here it is. My hope is that by writing this -- putting it down
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and then sending it out over the 'net -- I can find the words to
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describe a good, loving and ultimately physical relationship between
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myself and a sixteen year old girl.
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(See buddy, there is a reason for the alias. The way things are
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now one cannot be too careful. Also, this gets explicit. If that's not
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your cup of tea better stop reading now. You have been warned.)
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Where to start. Let's see, I'm 34 years old, stand 6' 2" and
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weight about 190lbs. I've got long brown hair which I sometimes keep in
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a ponytail, and brown eyes. I'm in good physical shape and aim to keep
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it that way. When you sit in front of a computer all day it's real easy
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to let yourself go so I set some goals. This year it's a climb up Mt.
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Rainier. Hey, it works, believe me. When I'm not working (see below) I
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read: Stephen King, John D. McDonald, that new lawyer guy -- good
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storytellers all. When I have the time I also play guitar.
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I mentioned work and computers. No, I'm not a computer whiz, I'm
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an architect. Actually, an architect with a masters in civil
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engineering. Its a rare combination and mostly what I do is industrial
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buildings with very complicated requirements. Earthquake resistant
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semiconductor fabs with hundreds of miles of piping and 60 tons of
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equipment on the floor, stuff like that. I work for myself (yeah, I
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know, I like the boss) and pretty much name my own price. More often
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than not, I get it. Understand now; I'm not telling you this to impress
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you or anything, it just explains why I'm not tied to a 9 to 5 job. My
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arrangements also allows me the freedom to work at home, when and how I
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want. You see, I'm pretty much a loner. I have no family to speak of
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-- just a relatively small circle of close friend. And, while I am not
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celibate, not many lovers either. I make no apologies, it's just the
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way I am. Work and accomplishment have always dominated my life; I've
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made time for little else. As a consequence I have money, and my
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freedom, and even (occasionally) the time to enjoy both. But I've
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missed a lot also; things that money can't buy. Perhaps as I tell this
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tale you will begin to understand.
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One last thing. At the time I had just moved to a city on the West
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Coast, trying to put as much distance as possible between myself and a
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disaster of a marriage. Now you may think that Michele (that was her
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name, and even now it rolls off my lips and tongue) caught me when I was
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emotionally vulnerable, and you very well may be right. But the fact
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remains: no one but her has been able to penetrate my emotional armor.
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And it still hurts.
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Okay, thanks for your patience. I think you have the background.
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I ran into Michele on the doorstep of my apartment one spring
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afternoon, and when I say 'ran into Michele' I mean that quite literally
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-- I was heading out the front door when I tripped over her feet. She
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had been standing off to the side of the entrance and as I grabbed the
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metal post supporting the overhead awning to keep from nose diving into
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the walkway she back-pedaled wildly, arms flailing like mad before
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finally catching herself on the porch railing.
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"Jesus kid, are you alright!" I said, then broke into a bemused
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chuckle. It was really quite comical.
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"Sorry mister" she hastily apologized "I was just gonna knock." She
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sounded flustered and defensive, the tone of her voice conveying more
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than simple embarrassment. My laughter quickly died. "Are you the guy
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who plays guitar?" she continued "I heard you the other night and..."
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And then I heard it, coming from the apartment two doors down.
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Yelling -- no, to be more accurate: screaming. An angry male voice,
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full of obscenities, it's owner obviously out of control. The voice was
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followed by a tearful female one. I couldn't quite make out the words
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but there was no need to; I knew what I was hearing. I looked down at
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Michele to get her reaction but she was staring at the flagstones in the
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porch as if the patterns they created were the most fascinating things
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in the world.
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"Uh, hey kid--"
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"--my name is Michele" she said quietly.
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"Okay." I paused. "Michele, are you in some kind of trouble?"
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"Ummmm.....no" she answered. Her gaze never left the porch.
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"Are those your parents?" I knew the answer, but I asked anyway.
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She said nothing, and I was about to repeat the question when she very
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slowly nodded yes.
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For a long while I stood there, looking down at the top of her
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bowed head, at a total loss for what to do. I couldn't just leave her
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there on the doorstep. Should I take her in? Call the cops? Take her to
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the manager? I quickly dismissed the manager idea, but I was less willing
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to dismiss calling the police until I understood the seriousness of the
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situation. I cringed at the thought of what I was about to ask -- but I
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had to find out.
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"Michele, look at me." I kept my voice calm, but I made sure she
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would not miss the seriousness in my tone. Slowly she raised her
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head. "If someone is getting....hurt in there, you need to say so.
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Now."
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"No" she said very quietly, hesitating on each word "He -- dad --
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just yells a lot." She stared right past me, avoiding my eyes, and I
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suddenly realized how very, very hard this must be for her. There she
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was; trying to hold a civil conversation with a total stranger while her
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parents fought so loud the entire complex could overhear them.
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"You need a place to duck out to, right?" She closed her eyes and
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nodded.
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What the hell, I thought, errands could wait.
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"Alright," I sighed "come on in."
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We sat together in the corner of the kitchen, she on one side of
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the alcove with me on the other, eating PB&J's and talking. Music
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mostly, (I'm an unrepentant rock 'n roller and Michele shared my tastes)
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and gradually, as the awkwardness began to pass, I started to really
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*notice* her. Michele was not a big girl -- her slender body stood all
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of five feet tall while her breasts were no more that gentle swells
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rising from flatness of her pullover shirt -- but there was no mistaking
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her blossoming beauty. Her face was so pretty; delicate nose, big soft
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eyes and a wide, full mouth. She wore shoulder length, thick,
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reddish-blond hair and every once in a while Michele would tilt her head
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back and sweep the bangs from her forehead -- a graceful, feminine
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gesture I never tired of watching. At first her pale gray/green eyes
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reflected a definite wariness; but behind the wariness was intelligence,
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humor, and a maturity I did not expect in one so young. After a while
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her good looks (and her constant, youthful energy) drew me in; there is
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no other way to describe it. When she got up to make another sandwich I
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tracked every movement of her lithe, teen-girl body, unable to take my
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eyes from her.
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After finishing the second sandwich Michele turned the conversation
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to her parents. I found out that her Dad had been laid off from an auto
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plant back east. He moved the family to the west coast, chasing
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construction work, but none had materialized. Her Mom worked, but
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finances were tight. "And sometimes" she told me, very matter-of-factly
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"Dad just goes off the deep end."
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"Michele" I explained "a man puts a lot of self-esteem into
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providing for a family so don't be..." She cut me off with a impatient
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sigh.
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"I knooooow. I get the same lecture from Mom."
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"I think she's right."
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"But it doesn't give him the right to make everyone so miserable!"
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For the first time in our conversation she seemed truly upset and I must
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have reacted automatically -- reaching for her hand -- because she
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immediately sat bolt upright and apologized. "Sorry, I didn't mean to
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yell at you. It's just -- well, I don't have very many friends I can
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talk about this with, you know?" She slumped down in her chair and for
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the longest time was silent, composing her thoughts. When she continued
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her voice was much softer. "It feels good to get this off my chest.
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Your a good listener. Thanks."
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"I, uhhh...your welcome" I replied, trying to hide my
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embarrassment. (My former wife held just the opposite opinion of my
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listening skills -- and, I suppose, with good reason). I wasn't sure
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what to say next and didn't want to upset her further so I changed the
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subject. "I've got a stash of cookies around here somewhere, would you
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like some?"
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"Oreos?" she asked hopefully. Surprised, I nodded yes.
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"Alright!" she said with genuine enthusiasm, breaking into a wide
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smile as she jumped out of her chair. Right then and there I knew she
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had my heart. I mean, how could I *not* like this pretty, intelligent,
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well spoken sixteen year old who could discuss with authority the
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latest from Pearl Jam or Stone Temple Pilots while unashamedly devouring
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a package of Oreos?
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Over the next couple of weeks Michele became an almost constant
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presence around the place, drifting into the apartment after school let
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out and staying until her Mom came home from work. (Early on I made a
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point of trying to introduce myself to Michele's parents. I never met
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Michele's father, but I did met her Mom -- a pleasant, outgoing woman in
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her '30s. She and I immediately hit it off and it was not long before
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we came to an understanding; as long as her school work didn't suffer
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Michele was free to spend the afternoons at my place while waiting for
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her to return home from work. I think she may have been afraid of
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Michele's father in some way hurting Michele, but I don't know that for
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certain.) Anyway -- I'd be in the study/office, typing on the PC or
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talking on the phone, and Michele would let herself in. "Hi-ya John!"
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she'd call out, then I'd hear the refrigerator door open and the thud of
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a milk jug as she tossed it on the counter. A couple of minutes latter
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Michele would appear in the doorway, glass of milk in one hand and a
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sandwich or cookie in the other, cheerfully asking me how my day was.
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We'd talk for a few minutes and then I'd tell her to get to her
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homework. She'd put on a pouty face (for about two seconds, max) then
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disappear back into the kitchen to study. It became a ritual; a simple,
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graceful routine that anchored my day.
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I am not sure when I first became aware -- consciously aware,
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that is -- that I was physically attracted to her. Yeah, I know what
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your thinking, but DAMMIT! it wasn't like that. I had a deep and
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genuine affection for Michele -- far beyond simple sexual longing -- and
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I would not, *could not*, do anything to hurt her or mess up our
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friendship. But, as much as I wanted to deny it, I was fantasizing
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about her. Sexually. A lot. Imagining her small, lithe, body spread
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eagle beneath mine; day dreaming of wrapping my hands around her slender
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waist as I emptied my balls into her little quim. It was stupid, it was
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nuts, it was impossible -- and it left me feeling like shit. I mean,
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Michele looked to me for stability and security; my apartment had become
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her refuge. She trusted me to act like a mature, rational adult and yet
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when she stood next to me it was all I could do not to start fantasizing
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about fucking her brains out!
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I guess you could say Michele had become a very important part of my
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life.
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I knew that things were not getting any better between her mom and
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dad but we did not often talk about it, at least openly. Michele might
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make a casual comment about something that had happened the night
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before, but mostly she (and I) ignored her home life as much as
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possible. It wasn't always easy though. She did tell me she was not
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getting a lot of sleep and I remember one afternoon quite clearly; she
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simply zonked off while doing her homework. I found her leaning over
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the dining room table, textbook and papers shoved to one side, her head
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nestled in her folded arms. She looked so small and innocent; I had to
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consciously restrain myself from scooping her into my arms and holding
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her as I would a young child. I must have stood there for a good five
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minutes, just watching her before finally waking her up.
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It was an evening in early June, just after school let out for the
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summer, when things finally came to a head. Out of the blue Michele
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dropped by with a couple of brand new CDs. "Wanna listen?" she asked,
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and before I knew it we were sitting on the floor on my apartment, CDs
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and tapes scattered all over the place, listening to Nirvana and
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Candelbox and Stevie Ray Vaughn. She was grinning and laughing at my
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dumb jokes and I was feeling mighty giddy myself -- and when Stevie
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started into "Pride and Joy" Michele got up to dance. Oh man, I
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couldn't believe it! She twisted her tight teenage body into these
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incredibly sexy S-curves then started swaying to and fro -- hair
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swishing around her shoulders as she swung her small ass back and forth
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-- and I got hard. Really hard, really fast. It was a good thing her
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back was to me there was no way I could hide the bulge. I got up and
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stumbled over to the couch; the intense sexual rush had left me weak and
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fluttery. I was trying desperately to think of a way to get five
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minutes alone in the bathroom with my cock when the song finished.
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Slowly, as if the music alone animated her, Michele stopped and relaxed,
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arms limp at her sides.
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"Mom and I are gonna split" she said quietly.
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"Huh?" It was such a non-sequitur that it didn't register. Slowly
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Michele turned to face me.
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"I said, Mom and I are thinking about leavin' Dad."
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Oh Jesus, what was I doing! Was I really sitting there, thinking
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dirty sex thoughts about this beautiful, sixteen year old kid while said
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kid was trying to cope with the fact her folks were on the outs --
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permanently???! I felt worthless and ashamed; I couldn't even bear to
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look at Michele as she crossed the room and flopped down beside me on
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the couch. Tilting her head back (I caught the faint perfume of her
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shampoo mixed with the sharper, clean, feminine odor of her body -- even
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then she was turning me on) Michele closed her eyes and started
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rambling.
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"Mom has this girlfriend, you see. They're sorority sisters or
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something like that and if Marsha -- that's her name -- can talk her
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boyfriend into letting us, we're gonna move in with her." A very faint
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smile crossed her lips. "Dad won't have any idea where to find us."
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"Michele," I finally stammered "I had no idea...."
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"'S alright" she replied, ignoring me. "You know, when I was little I
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really did love him. We had a lot of fun together; going to the zoo or
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park and stuff like that. In the evenings when he'd tuck me in and kiss
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me and tell me that I was the prettiest girl in the whole world. But
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now...now all he can do is fight and yell at Mom. I don't know -- he
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started changing even before he got laid off, and now it's like I don't
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even want to be around him anymore." She sighed then fell silent, eyes
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still closed.
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I had no idea what to say. I wanted to touch her, not sexually,
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just hold her hand or caress her face. I turned to her and raised my
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arm when she abruptly sat upright.
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"John, I gotta go." She stood up, leaving me with my hand hanging
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ridiculously in the air. "I, uh...I'll see you tomorrow." she said hastily
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"Be here, okay?" Her last sentence sounded more like a plea than a
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request. Without even stopping for her CDs she left. Needless to say, I
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didn't get a lot of sleep that night.
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The next morning dawned grey and wet. Not very cold, but not very
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cheery either, and by noon I gave up all pretense of work. I turned the
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answering machine to auto, switched off the computer, and went to sit in
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the kitchen and wait. For what I wasn't exactly sure, but I knew in my
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bones that Michele would eventually arrive.
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1:00.
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1:30.
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Around 2:00 it started pouring; a hard, drenching, summer rain
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that pounded the roof and overflowed the gutters.
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2:30, still raining hard.
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At 2:32 came the knock on the door. I jumped up, ran to the door,
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flung it open.
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Oh shit.
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Michele was soaked. Totally, utterly, to-the-bone, floating in her
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clothes waterlogged. Her jeans were a mess; dark water stains extended
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down the front of her legs to her knees while everything below mid-calf
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was sodden and dripping. Her shirt was plastered to her body and the
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beautiful reddish-blond hair I loved so was tangled and matted, laying in
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straggles across her forehead and cheeks. A drop of water trickled from
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a loose strand, running down her cheek to her trembling lips. She was
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on the verge of tears.
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"Oh sweet Jesus" I whispered.
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She stumbled forward and I caught her, pulled her up into my arms
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and over the threshold into the apartment. Turning around to set her
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down in the foyer I caught the door with my foot and slammed it shut,
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rattling the walls. Confusion overwhelmed me -- what was happening to my
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lovely Michele?!! I fell to my knees, looking into her eyes, then
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realized she was too far gone to answer. Two great sobs racked her
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young body then the tears came. She clung to me, tighter than anyone
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has before or since, and cried and cried and cried.
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Anger, frustration, fright; not knowing what to think I imagined
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the worst. Had she been thrown out of her house? Had her father (God
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forbid) come unglued enough to hurt her? I had no idea how to comfort
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Michele (other than holding her) and it didn't help matters any when,
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through her tears, she started wailing "He called me a whore -- he said
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I was a whore!" over and over again. I suppose it said something about
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my state of mind that, for a second, I thought her father had discovered
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my secret longing for Michele and was accusing her.
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Finally -- and it must have been a good five minutes -- Michele
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cried herself out. She released her death-grip and stepped back a bit,
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then sat down hard in front of me. I was still sitting on my haunches,
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and together we inspected the damage.
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"Oh John" she said, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of
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her hands "I've got you all wet."
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"No -- no" I replied, shaking my head "It's OK, really." Reaching
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for her I ran a hand through her hair, succeeding only in getting my fingers
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jammed in the tangles, but the physical contact was helping calm her.
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"Come on," I said finally, "let's get you cleaned up." By this time her
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teeth were chattering from the cold. I lead her to the bathroom, then
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fetched a couple of towels and a big wool sweater. I told her I was
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fresh out of her size (that, finally, got a very small smile out of her)
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but she could at least wrap herself in the sweater and a bathrobe
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while her cloths dried.
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It was only later, in the kitchen -- listening to the blow dryer, the
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clack of a styling comb as it hit the counter top and Michele's
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occasional, muffled "damn" -- that I finally began to relax. "OK" I
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thought to myself, "She's alright, at least physically." But I still had
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no idea what was going on. I didn't know if or how much Michele was
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willing to reveal, but the way she had kept repeating "he called me a
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whore" over and over was scary.
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I met her at the bathroom door with a cup of hot chocolate which
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she gratefully accepted. She was wrapped in my sweater and as she took
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a long, noisy draught from the cup I took the wet clothes and draped
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them over the shower door.
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"Feel better now?" I asked. She nodded, staring straight into her
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cup.
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"Do you want to tell me what this is all about?" I asked.
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"Give me a moment." she replied quietly, swirling the chocolate
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around. I waited patiently as she took another sip. She seemed
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hesitant, pensive; nibbling on her lower lip, occasionally glancing at me
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out of the corner of one eye. I was starting to have second thoughts
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about trying to get her to tell me when she suddenly she raised the cup
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to her lips and drained the last of the cocoa.
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"Okay." She took a deep breath as she put it down "Follow me."
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I followed her into the hallway where she stopped and leaned her back
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against the wall, then like a slowly deflating balloon sank to the floor.
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"Daddy found out about Bobby and me."
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"Uhh.....Bobby?" I questioned.
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"He's my cousin" She replied matter-of-factly, motioning me to sit
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opposite her. I did, spreading my legs out in a V with my feet touching
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the baseboard on her side. She sat between them, legs drawn to her
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chest as she rested her chin on her knees. This, as best I can recall,
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was her story:
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"Last summer, after Dad had been laid off for a while, we went to
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spend a couple of weeks at my Aunt Sarah's place. They have this big
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farm outside Canton and I guess Dad talked her into letting us help out
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in exchange for room and board. I didn't mind really, I always liked
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the farm and working with the animals. I'm real good with horses --
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Sarah says I'm a natural. Anyway, there was the three of us and Aunt
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Sarah and Uncle Don and my cousin Bobby. His real name is Robert, but
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we all called him 'Bobby'. He's kinda shy around other people but
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around me he's....oh, I dunno...so natural and talkative. He's also,
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uh, pretty foxy -- if you know what I mean. I was really looking
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forward to seeing him and Aunt Sarah again and I guess he was
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looking forward to seeing me. I remember when they met us at the bus
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station Bobby gives me this great big bear hug -- it was kinda
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embarrassing. Then, all the way back home, he paid me LOTS of attention."
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She smiled shyly; a smile of pleasant memory.
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"Had a crush on you, eh?" I smiled back, biting my tongue. Bobby
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sounded like one damned lucky kid.
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"Yeah" she continued "he did, but.....it was more than that. In
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the evening, after chores, we used to sit around on the porch and drink
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sodas and talk and tease each other, you know? But after a few nights we,
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uh...well...stopped doing so much talking and started, like, kissing. I
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liked it too. Pretty soon we were sneaking off together to the pond or
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the barn or wherever we could be alone."
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At that point she stopped and lay her head on her knees, looking
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down the hall. I realized that this was no longer was a story about
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Bobby; Michele was leading me somewhere. Trouble was, if she kept it up
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I was going to have another serious hard-on problem.
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"Michele, this sounds really personal. If you don't want --"
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"No John, I want you to hear this." She paused, nibbling her lip
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again, then with a deep breath continued. "We started getting into some
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pretty heavy make-out sessions. Sometimes he....he would get me up in
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the hayloft and undress me and touch me all over. God, I loved it when
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he did that! He could be so sweet and gentle and yet turn me on
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something crazy!" She turned her head back to me and now her voice was
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soft and low, almost reverent. "Pretty soon I -- well, we -- started
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giving each other oral sex."
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My jaw must have hit the floor. "Michele?!?"
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"Well that's what we did!" she replied with indignant surprise
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"Don't be such a prude about it! It wasn't like he forced me or anything
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-- I *wanted* to. We both did. And it was *good* John, it was fun and
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sexy and cuddly all at the same time."
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"Michele, I just never --"
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"Oh!, don't you understand?" she continued, cutting me off "Lovin'
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Bobby made me feel good, made me forget about Mom and Dad fighting so
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much. He took away the hurt when Dad yelled at me. He made me feel
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safe, and loved, and just plain special; more than anyone else every
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did. I'd never felt that way about a guy before and I didn't think I
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would again for a long time except.....now I've got you. You make me
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feel like Bobby did."
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Her voice softened. "John, I know how hard you've tried not brush
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up against me or touch me or anything, even when I wanted you to. And I
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did, John, really bad sometimes. Yesterday, on the couch, I wanted you
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to put your arms around me and lay me down and....do things to me. Sex
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things. I...I know this could get you in a lot of trouble but -- John,
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will you make love to me?"
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Dead silence. Her eyes riveted me to the wall and my mouth was so
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dry I could not speak even if I wanted to. Slowly Michele uncurled her
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body and rose to her knees, kneeling between my trembling legs.
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"When Daddy found my diary today he called me a whore, made what
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Bobby and I did into something bad and dirty. But it's not; not at the
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heart of it. It's about two people makin' each other feel good and
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loved and when it's good for me all the hurt goes away. I know you can
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make it good for me. Can you do that, huh John? Can you make it real
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good for me -- please?"
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----
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For as long as I live I will never forget that first kiss. She
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leaned forward, placed her hands on either side of my face, then sealed
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my mouth with her lips. It was a kiss of pure, sexual hunger; as I
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pulled her tight against me she glided her slick, wet tongue over my
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teeth, pushing deep into my mouth, offering it to me. I took it,
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greedily. Oh God! I wanted her; wanted every last morsel of her
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young body. Without breaking the kiss I scooted my legs under me then,
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|
using the wall for leverage, started to stand. Michele, her fingers
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wrapped in my hair, pulled herself to her feet and together, mouths
|
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locked and tongues intertwined, we stumbled down the hall into the
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bedroom.
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We hit the bed running; I fell sideways onto the mattress with
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Michele still in my arms. Breaking the kiss I struggled to get up to
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start undressing but Michele was having none of that; pulling me back
|
|
down she trapped my leg between her thighs and started grinding her mons
|
|
into my hip. (Not that I was particularly calm myself -- I remember
|
|
grabbing her ass to steady myself as I fucked my erect cock against her
|
|
soft stomach.) Finally, after several long minutes of dry humping each
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|
other, Michele pushed me away. She rolled over onto her back, eyes wide
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and round.
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"John" she pleaded "Undress me. I wanna be naked for you...."
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Michele's sweater was hiked up around her waist and as she raised
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her arms I grabbed the hem and started pushing it up her body,
|
|
uncovering her breasts. They were perfect; well proportioned, firm,
|
|
orange sized mounds. The nipples were dark red and erect, jutting forth
|
|
from the pink circles of her areolas. I cupped her firm, young girl tits
|
|
in my hands, flicking the nipples back and forth with my thumbs as she
|
|
moaned and tossed her head from side to side. She was so beautiful in
|
|
her passion! I bent over her, laving each lovely nipple with my tongue,
|
|
tasting the sweetness of young flesh, when suddenly her hands were at my
|
|
shirt, grabbing at the buttons. "C'mon...you too!" she urged, voice
|
|
full of frustration. I took her hands -- I think if I had let her
|
|
Michele would have ripped the buttons clean off -- and together we
|
|
hastily unfastened my shirt. As she finished pulling the sweater over
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|
her head I stood and removed my shirt, then unsnapping my jeans pushed
|
|
both them and my Jockeys down my legs.
|
|
I stood before Michele: naked, breathing hard and deep, my erection
|
|
sticking up and away from my stomach. For her part Michele was a
|
|
lovely, erotic, disheveled mess; sprawled out on the bed with her slim
|
|
legs dangling over the edge, hair in her face, the crotch of her panties
|
|
dark with her feminine secretions. Her eyes traveled the length of my body
|
|
several times, each time lingering on my erect penis, then slowly she
|
|
raised her hand and beckoned. "Easy now..." she murmured as I climbed
|
|
back on. I pulled her around so that we were laying along the length of
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|
the bed, resting on our sides. Again we embraced and kissed; this time
|
|
with more patience and tenderness. Michele ran a hand up and down my
|
|
body, caressing my back, then my chest. As her hand made it's way down
|
|
my stomach I pulled away, allowing her access to my cock. She didn't
|
|
hesitate, and as she closed her warm fist around the shaft I slid my
|
|
hand down her body, reaching for her panties. Slowly, carefully I slid
|
|
my fingers beneath the waistband, over her lightly furred mons then down
|
|
her cleft to part the warm, wet lips of her cunny. As she worked her
|
|
fingers over the underside of my cockhead (Bobby had taught her well) I
|
|
stroked her slippery, swollen clit; every once in a while she would moan
|
|
and push her crotch hard against my hand. As she got more excited she
|
|
spread her legs wider, allowing me to slide my finger deeper, probing at
|
|
her vaginal opening. Her steady cock stroking faltered.
|
|
"Wait." She whispered, looking up at me "Hold still for a moment 'K?"
|
|
Reaching down to place her hand over her panties Michele pressed my
|
|
finger tips into her moist slit. "Get...in there" she mumbled, lifting
|
|
her knee high in the air, then: "Oh Jeez..." she gasped as the tip of my
|
|
middle finger slid smoothly into her hot, wet -- and incredibly tight --
|
|
enterance. Only then did I truly comprehend how small and slim hipped
|
|
Michele really was. She grimaced and muttered something about taking it
|
|
easy. I froze.
|
|
"It's.....been awhile" she whispered "let me get use to it." She
|
|
closed her eyes and snuggled closer, her chin resting on my chest.
|
|
Gradually her body relaxed and breathing steadied. With a barely
|
|
perceptible nod of her head she gave me permission to continue. Very,
|
|
very slowly I worked my digit the rest of the way in, expecting at any
|
|
moment to find her maidenhead. When I didn't I looked at her upturned
|
|
face, questioningly. Michele shook her head.
|
|
"Bobby got it" was all she said.
|
|
"Oh" I replied. The disappointment I felt was sudden, deep and
|
|
completely unexpected.
|
|
She smiled, gently. "John -- don't ask, just make me cum."
|
|
Well, I know when to take an order (especially one delivered by a
|
|
young lady whose vagina is clamped about my finger) so to make a long
|
|
story short, I did. My thumb found her clit again and while carefully
|
|
sliding my finger in and out of her small, delicate pussy I massaged the
|
|
fevered bud. As my fingering increased in intensity she started
|
|
panting; soon she was on the edge of climax. "Uhhh....Uhhhh...." she
|
|
moaned, then after a few long, deep strokes she clamped her thighs
|
|
around my hand. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, burying her face into my
|
|
chest, shuddering as the orgasm crashed through her young body. She
|
|
clenched and moaned, pushing her stomach against mine, then opened her
|
|
legs and with a final thrust of her hips buried my finger completely
|
|
inside her young cunny. She yelled and shuddered again, wildly bucking
|
|
her crotch against my hand. I snaked my free arm under Michele's
|
|
quaking body to steady her; gradually her cries quieted and her body
|
|
grew limp. We lay still, her fist slowly opening and closing against my
|
|
arm, then after a while I gently removed my finger from her vagina and
|
|
cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand.
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|
|
|
Is there anything more beautiful than a teenage girl in the heat of
|
|
passion? There is: a teenage girl resting in the quiet afterglow of
|
|
wanted, consensual sex. I have not the words to describe how achingly
|
|
lovely Michele looked; eyes closed, lips pressed against the hollow
|
|
space below my collar bone, face relaxed and serene. Her fair skin
|
|
seemed to glow in the pale light and I was struck by the insane desire
|
|
to jump up and change the rumpled bedclothes -- they weren't good enough
|
|
for this angel to *lay* upon, let alone make love on. It was crazy, I
|
|
know, but that's what I thought. That's the way Michele made me feel
|
|
sometimes. Crazy.
|
|
|
|
After a few moments she stirred; opening her eyes she smiled and
|
|
planted a quick kiss on my chest.
|
|
"Oh man" she said quietly, rolling over onto her back "I'm still
|
|
tingly all over."
|
|
I slipped my hand out of her panties then trailed my wet fingers up
|
|
her body, circling each breast. She sighed softly, a sound of
|
|
contentment. I carressed her smooth, flawless skin; playing my fingers
|
|
up and down her body, then across her neck, then traced the outline of
|
|
her mouth. Her lips parted and without thinking I ran a fingertip
|
|
between her lips and gums. Her small, pink tongue darted from her
|
|
mouth, playfully chasing my finger, finally catching and licking it.
|
|
Her eyes grew wide and round in surprise.
|
|
"Oh wow" she breathed "I can taste myself."
|
|
"Yeah?" I smiled. "You like it?"
|
|
"Ummm....I guess" she said softly.
|
|
"It's an acquired taste" I offered. She nodded, very slowly, her eyes
|
|
staring into mine.
|
|
"John, would ya....?"
|
|
She didn't even wait for me to say yes, she just pushed me aside
|
|
and scooted up the bed, lifting her hips off the mattress as I scrambled
|
|
over her body to kneel between her outstretched legs. Hooking my
|
|
fingers under the waistband of her panties I dragged them down over her
|
|
hips. Her mons was plump and full, with just a patch of golden red hair
|
|
above the cleft, while the pale pink lips of her cunny were parted and
|
|
glistening with moisture. Slowly I pulled the panties down her legs, to
|
|
her ankles, then with one swift motion skinned them over her feet and
|
|
tossed them aside. Flopping down on my stomach I worked my hands
|
|
beneath the small, taunt cheeks of her ass.
|
|
"Yeeeess!" Michele hissed.
|
|
I ate her. Laying my tongue between the lips of her cunny I filled
|
|
my mouth with her sweet/salty nectar, tasting fully of her young,
|
|
girlish sex. It's musky, lush aroma drove me into a state of pure
|
|
arousal -- I just couldn't get enough! I covered her entire pussy with
|
|
my mouth, pressing my lips against her vulva, kissing and licking her
|
|
moist, delicate pussy folds, stopping every so often to flick my tongue
|
|
rapidly against her swollen clit. Soon her cunny was in full flower,
|
|
exposing her small, coral red vagina, and I started going back and forth
|
|
-- down to tease her cuntal opening (as much as I wanted to she was
|
|
simply too small and tight to properly tongue fuck) then back up to lap
|
|
at her clitoris. After the second or third round trip Michele started
|
|
trashing about, begging me to make her cum some more, and then she did
|
|
-- oh man, did she cum! Even with her thighs covering my ears I heard
|
|
the scream. Her juices poured forth and I stopped licking long enough
|
|
to swallow; it was either that or drown. She moaned and cried and
|
|
lolled her head from side to side -- the ecstasy consuming her. At
|
|
last, as I closed my mouth around her vulva to sucked the last of the
|
|
wetness from her, she finished. Her knees fell away and she lay
|
|
motionless, my lips still covering her pussy.
|
|
Michele finally reached down and dragged my mouth from her crotch;
|
|
gently but firmly tugging at my hair till I was on my hands and knees
|
|
above her. I rubbed my mouth over her nipples, first one then the
|
|
other, smearing the juices all over her chest. I went to take one of
|
|
them into my mouth but she continued pulling until I was head to head
|
|
with her, staring into her face.
|
|
"John" she moaned "I want you inside me."
|
|
I wanted to, very badly, but there was no way. I had barely gotten
|
|
my finger inside her, and that a discomfort.
|
|
"No...I can't"
|
|
"John!" She cried again, louder this time. Her eyes were wide and
|
|
unfocused and I could tell she was totally gone, lost in the ecstasy of
|
|
our lovemaking. She arched her back towards me, opening her legs wider,
|
|
and her stomach brushed against my cock. I was hovering just above her
|
|
pubic mound and all I had to do was back up, drop my body, and I would
|
|
have been inside her; fully, deeply inside her. I was close to losing
|
|
it completely and my hips gave an involuntary jerk or two. I shut my
|
|
eyes, trying to think of something, ANYTHING, that would put my mind
|
|
back in control. I bit the inside of my lip (or my cheek -- I'm not
|
|
sure) and shook my head violently from side to side, spraying sweat
|
|
all over her and the bed. Again I shook, then heard and felt
|
|
something in my neck pop. I was going to do it a third time when I
|
|
realized that Michele had grown still beneath me. She was breathing
|
|
hard, chest heaving up and down, but she had stopped bucking towards me.
|
|
Other than her breath, and her low guttural moan, and my heart pounding,
|
|
the room was again quiet.
|
|
|
|
(Michele, you will never know how close I came to really hurting
|
|
you; to take with pain what you were so willing to give me.)
|
|
|
|
Sanity returned. Slowly I sank to my elbows and cupped Michele's
|
|
head in my hands, holding it steady. Our eyes locked and it was as if I
|
|
was dragging her back from the abyss. Slowly, with visible effort on
|
|
her part, her focus returned. I held the gaze until I was sure she was
|
|
back to reality. As much as I wanted this I had to make her understand
|
|
that it would not be easy, that she could still say no.
|
|
"Michele, my love" I said softly "Your still just a kid. It would
|
|
hurt, maybe a lot. I -- couldn't -- do -- that -- to you."
|
|
"John" she said simply "It didn't hurt with Bobby."
|
|
"This is different, Michele. I'm a grown man." She just looked at me,
|
|
patiently and lovingly yes; but as if I didn't get it.
|
|
"You put your finger in me" she replied "I want the rest."
|
|
"Michele, it's not like that!"
|
|
"You can do it."
|
|
"Oh.......Michele!" I was trying to reason with her, but it was
|
|
becoming ludicrous, and we both knew it. She was going to have me even
|
|
if she had to take my cock and stuff it into her vagina herself. She
|
|
continued with her patient, loving stare, then -- and I don't know if she
|
|
planned these words or they just came out on their own -- she spoke the
|
|
password, the key to my relenting.
|
|
"John, I trust you to stop if I say so, right? Trust me enough
|
|
to let me try. Please?"
|
|
I dropped my forehead to her chest and once again the musky
|
|
fragrance of her sex greeted me. I could no longer reason, or resist.
|
|
For a moment or two I remained hunched over her, head bowed in
|
|
submission to my young lover then, very gentle and soft, I felt her
|
|
hands on my shoulders.
|
|
"John?" she asked. It occurred to me that she was still waiting for
|
|
an answer.
|
|
"Okay. But lets get you on top first. You'll have better control
|
|
that way."
|
|
It was simple, really. Letting go of her head I rolled over and
|
|
flopped on my back, arms askew. With quick, lithe movements she
|
|
straddled me and the next thing I knew she was pressing her pussy
|
|
against my erection. Pre-come dribbled out of the tip. She raised
|
|
herself off me then scooped it up and smeared some over my cock. The
|
|
rest she rubbed between the lips of her cunny then, holding herself
|
|
open, sat down again; trapping my cock between my stomach and her
|
|
crotch. With slow, full strokes she rode the shaft, mixing our juices
|
|
together. The sensation was wonderful -- hot, wet pussy flesh sliding
|
|
up and down my cock shaft as her weight pressed the topside of my
|
|
glans against my stomach. As I took hold of her hips to guide her she
|
|
slid forward far enough for my cock head to press against her opening.
|
|
She stopped; poised and ready.
|
|
"Go ahead" she whispered. She held her lower lip between her
|
|
teeth, her face a mixture of hesitancy, anticipation and plain
|
|
old lust.
|
|
"Michele?" I hated to bring this up, but......
|
|
"Come on!" she implored.
|
|
"Let me get a condom on, okay?"
|
|
"Oh" she said softly. She paused, then shook her head no.
|
|
"Wha -- Michele!?"
|
|
She sighed, deeply, as if she were disappointed in me. "I know all
|
|
about my period and making babies. After Bobby --" she stopped, pursing
|
|
her lips tightly in frustration (whether at me for the interruption or
|
|
at herself for revealing something she didn't want me to know I can't
|
|
say) then looked at me in utter exasperation "-- Look, Mom bought me all
|
|
the books and I've done lots of reading. This is my safe time -- you
|
|
can't get me pregnant. Trust me, Okayyyyyyy?!"
|
|
I did not argue; I wanted her so badly I would have done anything
|
|
she asked. "Alright" I croaked. She nodded her head, satisfied.
|
|
The act of penetration was slow, sweet, utterly exquisite torture.
|
|
That may not be the right word but I can't think of another that
|
|
describes the restraint I forced myself to use as I pressed my cock into
|
|
her. Her pussy was like a warm, wet fist closed tight around the glans;
|
|
the direct sensation of it was almost more than I could bear. For her
|
|
part Michele flinched at the sudden pressure; but even as she did she
|
|
rocked her hips back and forth, each small movement nestling me deeper
|
|
into her tight entrance. Ever so slowly her vagina opened, inch by
|
|
grudging inch, the grainy wetness of her inner flesh hot against my
|
|
cockhead, till suddenly the small opening gave way. Michele gasped. I
|
|
was inside! She through her head back and cried in triumph.
|
|
"Eiaaaaaa! Oh, John.....never ....never...." she struggled to catch
|
|
her breath "never felt this.....full before." Her chest was flushed deep
|
|
scarlet and her eyes reflected something between pure ecstasy and
|
|
genuine pain. I reached up, caressing her face. "Michele honey, take
|
|
it easy" I whispered. She nodded her head then with a nervous
|
|
'I'm-scared-but-I'm-going-to-do-this-anyway' smile began rotating her
|
|
hips; slowly working my cock deeper into her small cunny.
|
|
Her pussy lips were distended, stretched tightly around my shaft,
|
|
and her clit protruded far beyond her labia yet Michele never stopped
|
|
her slow, rhythmic grind. With every downward thrust she exhaled and
|
|
softly moaned; with every exhale and moan I sank a little deeper into
|
|
her young body. Slowly, tentatively I started pushing back, timing my
|
|
thrusts with hers. Soon we had a rhythm -- in and out, always a little
|
|
more in than out -- and it was working; I had all but the last inch
|
|
inside her tight sheath when she stopped. She leaned forward, letting
|
|
her soft hair brush my throat. Slowly Michele lowered her body to mine,
|
|
her firm tits pressing against my chest as she tucked the top of her
|
|
head beneath my chin.
|
|
"You doin' okay?" I whispered.
|
|
I felt her head nod. "Just stuffed to the max. Hold me, will you?"
|
|
I wrapped my arms around her, letting one hand cup her lovely ass
|
|
as I draped the other arm across her back. She got her hands under my
|
|
shoulders and pulled herself tight against my chest. We lay absolutely
|
|
still, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, my cock resting deep
|
|
inside the hot, wet vice of her young cunny.
|
|
"I wanna cum some more" she said quietly.
|
|
"Relax hon. You will." I murmured reassurances as I reached up and
|
|
stroked her hair.
|
|
"Just can't get....the motion..." suddenly she lifted her head
|
|
from my chest. "John, roll me over." Her voice was urgent.
|
|
"Huh?"
|
|
"I want you on top. C'mon." She started prying my shoulders from
|
|
the bed. Slowly and awkwardly (but still keeping my penis inside her) I
|
|
rolled Michele onto her back, once again cupping her head in my hands as she
|
|
nestled her small body beneath my 6'2 frame.
|
|
That did it. With her legs spread wide enough to straddle my hips
|
|
and my weight bearing down on her my cock slipped the final inch home.
|
|
Michele squealed in delight. I backed off a bit. "Oh Jeeesussssss....do
|
|
me....fuck me...do me...." Michele panted as she thrust her hips up at
|
|
me. I was fast losing what little restraint I had left and when she
|
|
grabbed my ass, one small finger tip coming to rest against my anus, I
|
|
*did* lose it -- totally. Taking her by the shoulders to hold her steady
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I started fucking hard and deep into her small pussy; crashing my pubic
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bone against her pillowy mons on each inward thrust. Michele screamed
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and started cumming. I withdrew most of my cock from her then plunged
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into her again. And again. And again. And again.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGG!!!"
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I came; pouring stream after stream of hot, thick semen into
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Michele's young body -- it was if my spine had melted and turned to cum.
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Straining against her crotch I buried myself deep as I could,
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ejaculating twice, three times, till Michele cried out, her lovely face
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etched with ecstasy and pain. I backed off but the sensation of her
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tight, hot vagina enveloping my cock was still too much. I lurched
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forward again; Michele grunted loudly, wrapping her legs tightly around
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my thighs as my balls summoned forth a final, pussy soaking load of
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jizm. Michele finally threw her arms around my neck and hung there,
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until I slowly collapsed on top of her. "Your cum's....so....so fuckin'
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hot!" she breathed into my ear.
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I had been the longest, hardest orgasm of my life and now I was
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drained; utterly spent. The front of my legs ached and my feet were
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cramped from the near constant curling of my toes. With my remaining
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strength I rolled us both over, onto our sides, clutching Michele's body
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as tight as I could. Eventually my erection shrank enough to slip out
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of her cunny and then our mingled juices spilled forth, down across my
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thigh and onto the bed sheets. I didn't mind.
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We slept.
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I remember wakeing -- slowly and grudgingly, not really sure of the
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time or even if it was still daylight out. Michele was snuggled close,
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her head resting against my shoulder, and for a long while I lay very
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still with my eyes shut; conscious of little else except Michele's slow,
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steady breathing and her warmth against my skin. When I finally did
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open my eyes I was greeted with a portrait shot of clear blue sky out
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the bedroom window. The storm had passed; now the golden glow of late
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afternoon sunshine filled the room. I blinked a couple of times,
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clearing my vision, then gazed at the bedside clock.
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"Michele?" I called softly. She stirred but did not reply. Gently
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I shook her shoulder. "Honey, it's quarter after four -- time to get
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up."
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Michele sighed, muttered something inaudible, then dragging her
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fingers across my chest she pushed herself away and rolled over. She
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greeted me with a soft "Hi ya" then reached up and brushed the hair back
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from her forehead.
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"Hello to you, young lady" I replied, returning her contented,
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happy smile. "Sleep well?"
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"Mmmmmmm -- yeah, I did." She giggled, shyly. "I, uh, guess sex
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does that. Makes you wanna sleep, I mean."
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I nodded. "Hopefully though not while your in the act."
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"John!" she gave my arm a playful swat.
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For quite a while we lay there; talking softly and touching one
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another. I was content to trace the curves of her hips but Michele, I
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think, wanted to caress every last square inch of my body -- and she
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damned near did. Her touch was not so much sexual as it was sensual; a
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soft, almost innocent exploring of my musculature and skin. She stopped
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only when my nervous glances at the clock became too obvious to ignore.
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"Alright" Michele sighed. She gave me a playful scowl, as if I had
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spoiled all her fun, but she couldn't hide the happiness in her eyes.
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"I know -- Mom's gonna be home soon."
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Reluctantly we untangled legs and arms and sat up. My body felt
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leaden, as if I had been sleeping for a week, and my legs almost cramped
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up on me as I stumbled into the bathroom to do my business. I was
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standing in front of the toilet that I heard the phone ring.
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"Michele, don't answer -- I'll get it!" I yelled but it was too
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late. When I returned Michele was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone
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to her ear. "Mom" she mouthed silently, then turning her attention back
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to the phone scooted over and motioned for me to sit beside her. I did,
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careful not to make the bed squeak. She listened intently, not
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speaking. I waited.
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"No, John doesn't mind" Michele said at last "were just, uhhhh --
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hangin' around." She looked at me out of the corner of one eye and I
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caught her bemused smile. "Do you wanna talk to --"
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A long pause.
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"Oh. Mom, I'm --" another long pause, and her smile faded, gone
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like a wilted bloom. Hunching closer over the phone she started chewing
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on her lower lip, and at one point I remember her closing her eyes, as
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if in prayer.
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"No, I'll be alright" she said very quietly. "I....I figured this
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might be it.....yeah, I will.....Okay..." Michele held the receiver to
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her ear for a little while longer then slowly uncurled her body. She
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held it out in front of her, looking at it in a daze, then with unsteady
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hands dropped it back into the cradle.
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"Michele...?" I asked in a whisper.
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"Mom says..." she hesitated, and her voice was very small "...Mom
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says that now is not a good time for me to be coming home. It's...it's
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all over between them."
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She did not say anything else for the next couple of minutes, nor
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did she cry (at least not out loud); she just sat on the edge of my bed
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and stared into her lap. I was utterly useless. I wanted to take her
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in my arms and comfort her and tell her everything would be alright
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(which I knew to be a lie but I wanted to say it anyway) but even then
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my cock was stirring and I knew if I touched her it would be sexual and
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not for comfort. Damn! Double damn!! Michele, if ever I had five
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minutes to do over again, it would be those moments.
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"John" her wavering voice finally broke the silence. She turned
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and looked up at me, her soft grey/green eyes round and wet. "I want to
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get out of here. Can we, like, take a car ride or somethin'?"
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We drove around town for awhile, aimlessly wandering the streets.
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Michele curled herself tightly into the passenger seat and spent most of
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the time staring silently out the side window. At one point she turned
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her head completely away from me and wept, but it was over very quickly
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and when she had finished she wiped her eyes, took a couple of deep
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breaths, smiled bravely then announced she was hungry. I found a steak
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house. It was dark and warm inside and Michele stood very close to me,
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holding my hand as we waited in the foyer for the hostess. She seemed
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much calmer now -- as calm and relaxed as I'd seen her all day. During
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dinner we ate and talked and then ate some more (for all her upset
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Michele put it away as only a starving teenager can) and at one point,
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when no one was watching, I let her take a sip of my Guiness.
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"Uck, it's so bitter! You really like that stuff?"
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I smiled. "It's an acquired taste." She threw a napkin at me.
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It was dusk, the sky a deep, rain washed, blue-grey, before we left
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the restaurant and piled into the car again.
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"Were to next?" I asked.
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"Dunno." She answered, staring thoughtfully out the front window.
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For a long time she remained silent, then: "Wanna go back to your
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place?"
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"Yes" I answered immediately, before I could even think about it.
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My attempt at recovery only made it worse. "No. I mean....uh...I would
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but....ahhhh Michele!" She turned to face me, grinning wickedly.
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"Michele, don't tease me" I warned. "We were damn lucky this
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afternoon, and you know it. Much as I want to we can't chance it again,
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understand."
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"Yeah, I know." She chucked then her smile faded. Suddenly she
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turned away; I caught a troubled look.
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"John, " she said "I'm....I'm not a tease or anything --"
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" -- I didn't say you were --"
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"-- I know, it's just that...I've not really like this, coming on
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to guys and jumping into bed with 'em. I mean, I haven't even done it
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with anyone except you and one time with Bobby." She paused, shaking her
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head, searching for words. "Look, what I'm trying to say is that....you
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made it good for me. And it wasn't just the sex part. It was waking up
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with you and all the touching we did afterwards. It's the way I always
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imagined it would be and...I just wanted some more, that's all."
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"Michele," I began "I know your not a tease, or some tramp,
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but....sex can be just like booze or drugs or anything else. You can,
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uh, well, drown your sorrows in cum -- forgive the crudity -- and I
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don't think that's right."
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For a long time she was silent. "Your feeling guilty, like you
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took advantage of me, aren't you?" she asked softly.
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I gripped the steering wheel tightly. Michele had done more than
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seen through me, she had seen what was inside of me even before I could
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name it myself. "Yes" I croaked.
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"John, I wanted this. No -- I wanted you. I trusted you to treat
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me right and fuck me well -- forgive *my* crudity -- and you did and I'm
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glad you did." She turned to face me. "Don't feel guilty about it,
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understand? And if I wanted to do it again with you it's just,
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well....you have a way of making a gal feel pretty special, you know
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that?"
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I sat there with my mouth open, but the words would not come. I
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knew then, as I know now, that I was in love with her. Maybe not the
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mature, rational love of an adult, but Michele had touched something
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deep inside my heart. She trusted me and loved me for what I was -- and
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I could no more not love her back than I could stop breathing.
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"Anyway" she continued "you're right, better take me home. Mom and
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him --" she caught herself "-- Dad are probably waiting."
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"Michele," It was a struggle to get the words out without my voice
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cracking. "for what it's worth you make me feel pretty special too. If
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there were any way I could spend the night with you, I would."
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It was a long drive back to the apartments and Michele, once again
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curling herself into the passenger seat, dozed off for a while. When we
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arrived I parked on the street then walked her to the covered parking
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area next to our building. She stopped, looked around, then tilted her
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face towards mine.
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"One more?" she asked. The kiss was full, wet, and left a dull
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ache in my loins. I watched silently as she slowly walked the concrete
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pathway to her apartment. She stood in front of the closed door for a
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moment, then with a nervous glance and faint smile back at me opened it
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and stepped inside. I remained for a while longer, then turned and
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walked back to my place.
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The end came suddenly, as I knew it would, but that still didn't
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make it any easier. Several nights later, about 11pm, the phone rang.
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I answered.
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"John?" her voice was soft and hesitant and....excited.
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"Yes."
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"Tonight's the night." There was a long pause, as if she were
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expecting me to shout for joy. Of course I couldn't, and I think it
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puzzled her. "Marsha said yes" she continued "but Mom says we have to
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be quick about it so were sorta sneaking out. I wanted to come over
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and....ummm....say goodbye, but I can't. You understand?"
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"Yes." I croaked. Again silence. I mean, how could I tell her my
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heart was breaking?
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"Love ya John" she said. Her voice was casual.
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"I love you too."
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"Bye" she said softly.
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"Bye" I answered. The phone clicked.
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OK folks, it's starting to get light outside and I've been at this
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far longer that I intended and I better quit now and get some sleep and
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my right hand is a total wreck. Why? Because for the last two hours
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I've been trying to type and hold a postcard at the same time. From
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Michele. It came in the mail this afternoon and I have no idea how it
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made it to me; when I left the apartment I don't remember leaving a
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change-of-address card at the post office. Anyway -- she says her dad
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is gone and she and her mom has moved back to the Midwest. Michele's
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back in school, full time, and working on a farm. 4H stuff and all
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that. She has a boyfriend now, a real one, not like Bobby or myself.
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She has a life. She made it.
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Michele, I will never get to wake you in the morning with a kiss,
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or see what dawn looks like through your eyes, but, for now, I can go
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about this day knowing that you are safe. At least as safe as anyone in
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this crazy, fucked-up, gone to seed world can be. That's enough. For
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right now, that's enough.
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What you have read is a work of fiction; the characters and events are
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entirely a product of the author's imagination. I will say that this
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has been one of my long time fantasies and, judging by the various other
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stories I have read, it is shared by others. 'Nuff said.
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As always, any comments on this story are welcome (and definitely
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appreciated). Just leave a message for Stephen Peters at Detroit Online
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(313) 538-9361 or with SxJames@aol.com.
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Regards,
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S.P.
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