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 Subject: The Evil That Men Do: Someone New - Brianna P2

   Story Codes: M/f slow

   Summary: Brianna and Micky build a relationship out of a common
interest.

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   The Evil That Men Do - Someone New - Brianna Part 2

   The World Turned Upside Down

   - Discovering Brianna

   On the night of Myra's announcement, Brianna slid into bed with me and
we clung to each other.  I found myself becoming a bit "stirred" by the
feel of the young girl cuddled up next to me.  I slowly lowered my hand and
caressed her back, moving toward her ass.  Brianna didn't move but, rather
quietly said, "Nick, not yet, OK?  I'm not ready ...  I just need you to
hold me until I fall asleep." I didn't say a thing and moved my hand back
up to her shoulder.  I smiled to myself at the implied promise involved in
her use of the word, "yet." I could wait for her; I knew it would be worth
it.

   We spent the night together and I slept well.  When I woke, her arm was
splayed across my chest, her head was nestled into my shoulder/upper arm
and her leg was lying across my thighs.  She had managed to steal the sheet
and was more or less wrapped in it.  I carefully slid out from under her
and started to head to the bathroom when I heard her say, "Is it time to
get up?"

   I turned to her and replied, "Only if you want to get up.  Did you sleep
well?"

   She luxuriously rolled to her back, looked up at me and said, "I don't
know.  You woke me up a few times ...  you have serious dreams.  Anyway,
when I did sleep it was real good!  I think I've found my bed!"

   I feigned outrage, "Your bed?!"

   Brianna smiled demurely, and replied, "Oh yeah ...  my bed.  If you
want, I can share it with you."

   I bent down and gave her a kiss.  She responded with a full kiss.  It
wasn't a big sensuous kiss, but it was our first, and I liked it very much.
I gazed at her in my bed, her hair spread across the pillow framing her
beautiful face, and said, "I wouldn't want you sleeping anywhere else."

   She let out one of those elongated, girlie "aaws," reached her arms up
around my neck, half lifting herself up while pulling me down for a softer
and longer kiss.

   After taking full advantage of this kiss, I pulled away and said, "You
better take it easy, honey, or you'll find yourself in bed for the rest of
the day!  We have a lot to do today." She giggled as I turned and headed to
the bathroom.  On my way I heard Myra out in the kitchen.

   By the time I finished getting ready, and came out of the bathroom,
Brianna had already left to her own room and shower.  I joined Myra on the
deck for coffee.  She glanced at me and with a smile asked, "Michael how
was your night?"

   "Now, Myra, relax.  She came to my room and we only slept together,
nothing else."

   "You didn't want more?"

   "Of course!  She's just not ready for that yet.  I think we might just
date for a while; with your blessings of course."

   Looking into her cup, she said, "Of course ...  Michael, you don't need
my blessings, or permission.  You promise not to hurt her.  Do you
understand?  Don't lead her on; don't pretend you'll give her something you
can't.  She'll decide what's best for her."

   "Tell me, how much have you two spoken about me?"

   "I have shared all of my feminine knowledge and wiles with her.  I've
told her almost everything about you except your real job description ...
and your real name.  She likes you a lot and is impressed at how adult and
caring you and I can be to each other."

   "She knows about ...?"

   "Of course, Michael, You are an attractive man; her knowing that other
women find you attractive, makes you more attractive to her!"

   "Christ, Myra, if I live to be a thousand, I'll never ...  Wait!  Did
you only come on to me, for her?"

   Myra set her coffee down, caressed my cheek with her hand and said,
"Mykhailo, no ...  no, of course not.  I would not use you in such a
fashion.  I needed you, and I felt you needed me.  Since we first met I
have been hoping we would end up in just such a situation.  It was fate
that, as a result, Brianna now sees you as a very more desirable man."
Myra's hand returned to her cup.

   "Myra, tell me, how much longer will you stay in this business?"

   "Michael, not much longer; I'll either exit on my own terms ...  or with
a bullet in my head.  You know that the latter is much more likely than the
former." She paused and then continued, "Two weeks ago I was waiting for a
flight in Paris and a very distinguished man struck up a conversation with
me.  He wasn't trying to pick me up; he just wanted some polite
conversation.  We talked for an hour and for me it flew by much too
quickly. He commented on how he was going to start a period of partial
retirement and was looking forward to traveling that did not involve
business.  I empathized with him and expressed my tiredness of work.  I
have his card.  I wonder ...  could I lead a normal life?"

   "If we are successful with your plan, can you get out?"

   "Yes, that is the whole idea.  You can get out as well, if you like. 
You don't have to; as a matter of fact, if you stay in, you will have great
power and wealth.  You can decide what to do later.  As for me?  I have
decided and have set my course."

   Right then Brianna came out with her cereal bowl and juice glass in
hand. She set them down, hugged Myra and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
They both said, "Ja tebe kochaju" and Brianna sat down to her breakfast.

   I had to ask, "OK, what does that mean?"

   Myra looked at me with a glint in her eyes; Brianna lifted her head from
her breakfast and broke out in a smile.  They conspiratorially glanced at
each other, stood, and walked to either side of me.  They cradled my head,
ran their fingers through my hair and started softly kissing me while
purring, "Ja tebe kochaju" to me.

   I enjoyed the attention for a moment and then shooed them away.  They
were giggling like school girls as they sat back down.  I repeated, "What
does that mean?"

   Myra glanced at Brianna; Brianna looked at me, and with a delightful
look on her face, said, "It means ...  `I love you' in Ukrainian!" She
smiled and returned to consuming her breakfast.  I would not advise getting
in her way when she's hungry!  Regardless, I loved every moment of it!

   Myra and Brianna were inseparable up to the time Myra was scheduled to
leave.  Jason was sending a plane to take her to Miami where she would
catch a Ukrainian International Airways flight to Kiev.  She needed to be
on her way at noon.  Brianna and I drove her to the nearby private air
strip.  The two of them had been saying goodbye all morning and the scene
at the air strip was as intense as one could imagine.  I ended up standing
behind Brianna, with my hands on her shoulders, as Myra left for the
dangerous world of the unknown.

   Myra and I had said goodbye two nights previously and we were able to
maintain our professional demeanor during the day.  Earlier, I had even
managed to arrange the kidnapping cover story for my procurement of Alanis.

   I took Brianna to Morgan's for lunch.  It wasn't meant to be a fun time;
it was just a nice, familiar place for us to have lunch.  PJ sat with us
for a while and brightened our moods enough to turn our time there into an
enjoyable experience.  Apparently, over time, many different celebrities
had eaten there.  He had pictures and stories about each and every one.  He
had Brianna absolutely entranced and entertained.  PJ can tell a funny
story without having to advertise it as being funny.  He delivers it
perfectly and, even if you've heard it before, you laugh!  I was very
thankful we stopped in.

   When we got back to the house, Brianna went to her room and closed the
door behind her.  I went to my office and rechecked all the arrangements
for my "visit" at the Fernandez household.  All was set.  I then rechecked
the property listings sent to me regarding the new school.  I decided to
see two of the properties the next day.  Jason phoned me and reported that
Myra was safely on her way to Kiev.  We exchanged pleasantries and
eventually discussed our thoughts on Myra's decision to shut us down.  The
conversation didn't last long; we both agreed to follow her recommendations
to the letter.  I suggested we keep the client network alive just in case
we needed it in the future.  Jason readily agreed.  He was curious about
Brianna and all I needed to say was "Maria," and he understood completely.

   It was getting close to dinner time.  The urge was too great; so, I
snorted up some lines and downed two quick glasses of bourbon.  God, I felt
good!  I knocked on Brianna's door and she told me to come in.

   She was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.  God damn!  She was
wearing those real short jean shorts girls love so much; displaying what
were, in my opinion, perfect legs.  On top she had a tight black t-shirt
with some sort of Roma design on it.  Her knees were bent up and I had to
pause to collect my thoughts.  "Brianna, it's getting close to dinner and,
to tell you the truth, I'm not feeling at all hungry.  How `bout you?"

   She rolled off the bed, walked over and put her arms around me.  With
her head on my chest she said, "I'm not hungry at all.  Maybe we could just
make up a simple salad or something?  Just to say we had dinner?"

   I pulled her tighter, kissed the top of her head, and said, "Sounds good
to me.  Actually, it sounds very good.  We'll make it together."

   We stood there in each other's arms a while longer.  As if there was
music, we started to slowly sway back and forth gently.  She looked up at
me and asked, "Nick, how dangerous is it?  Is she going to be alright?"

   "It's very dangerous and she'll be dealing with very dangerous people.
There is no force on this earth that can stop her though.  Not love, not
anything.  I think she'll come through this alright because no one I have
ever met is smarter or tougher than her."

   "Do you love her?"

   "Tell me Brianna, do you love her?"

   "Yes!  Of course I do, she's more than a sister or a mom; I can't
explain it!"

   "Well, it's the same for me.  I love her dearly but it's not like any
other love I've ever heard about or felt."

   Brianna sort of settled down in my arms, leaning back so we could talk
face-to-face.  Of course, at the same time our pelvises were firmly mashed
into one another.  She squirmed a little when she spoke and her movements
were having the expected results.  With a very sincere look on her face she
asked, "Do you love me?"

   I didn't hesitate.  "Brianna, right now, at this very second, I can
honestly say I love you and ...  I feel as if I'm also starting to fall in
love with you."

   She smiled and her eyes lit up for the first time since the morning. 
"Nick, I feel the exact same way!  You are one of the most important people
in my life and I think I might be falling in love with you too!"

   This time our kiss took on a very passionate fervor.  She was
deliberately grinding into me and I returned the favor for her.  My hand
finally made it to her ass and she appreciated the attention it received.

   I leaned to my left a bit, Brianna lifted her right leg, and my hand
made its way between her legs to her crotch.  My fingers were caressing her
crotch and my thumb was actively massaging her ass.  Through her kisses I
could hear quiet "mmms" coming from her as her breathing became heavier.  I
lowered myself enough so my pant-encased erect dick was rubbing her crotch.
Our position eventually became awkward so I shifted us back to a normal
hug. I released my kiss and held her head with my hands.  The thought
struck me, `It's still too soon, the time isn't right'.

   "Brianna, let's get some dinner."

   Brianna looked a bit disappointed, glanced down and said, "Sure, Nick,
some dinner would be fine." Her arms dropped and her hands rested on my
forearms.

   I don't know why I did, I just knew I had to; I caught her eyes with
mine and said, "Brianna, my actual name is Michael.  Some people call me
Micky, you can call me whatever you like."

   "Your name's not Nick?  What the hell is going on?"

   "I took an alias to protect myself and my family.  I can't put them in
danger.  Only two, now three, people know my real name.  I need to be who I
am with you; I can't be Nick.  Do you understand?"

   She asked, "Is that why you have no pictures in your office?  I thought
that was very peculiar."

   I was amazed at her observation.  "Exactly, this is a dangerous business
..."

   She reached for me and pulled me into her.  She was now holding me.  I
could hear her start to cry.  I held her tighter and there we stood for a
while longer.  She lifted her lips to my ear and said, "Mike, you want to
get some dinner?"

   She cracked me up!  Our mood lightened, we went into the kitchen and
began to build our salads.  She wanted red, green and yellow peppers.  I
hate peppers.  I laid French-style beans on mine; she crinkled her nose at
the thought.  We both rejected creamy dressing for simple oil and vinegar
dressing.  I sprinkled herbs d' Provence on my salad and she was intrigued.
I had her try some of mine; she smiled and sprinkled some on her salad.  It
was very hot and humid outside so we sat at the kitchen table to eat.  I
poured us both a glass of wine and she asked for some water in addition.

   I had been considering something and, when Brianna asked what my plans
were for tomorrow, I decided to present my idea to her.  "Brianna, tomorrow
I have to go and look at some potential properties for the new Florida
school.  I was thinking, since you've been to the Seattle school, would you
like to come along and provide me with your impressions of the properties?"

   "You mean you want me to help you find the new school"?

   "Well, yes.  I want to hear your opinion and have your recommendations
before I make my recommendation.  You know that this is a multimillion
dollar transaction, right?"

   "Do I get a cut?  Maybe a percentage, you know ...  a commission?"

   She had once again amazed me.  "Yes, I believe we can negotiate
something appropriate.  So, are you in ...  partner?"

   Brianna almost knocked the table over leaping around to hug and kiss me.
That was settled.

   We spent the evening on the couch watching the storms through the
sliding doors and sharing life stories.  As the evening progressed so did
our connection.  I was completely at peace being with Brianna.  I could
tell she wasn't telling me everything about herself; but, then again, she
had some experiences that she probably didn't want to talk about.  I most
certainly didn't tell her everything about me.

   Eventually, I ended up half reclining against the armrest of the couch
and Brianna was snuggled under my arm with her feet curled up on the couch
cushions.  We took some time to make out every now and then, and managed to
become closer, both spiritually and physically.  She turned her head and
asked, "Who was your first kiss?  How did it happen?"

   Without a pause I replied, "I was just born and my mom planted a kiss on
my forehead."

   Brianna swatted me and said, "No!  You know what I mean!  What was the
first kiss you had that meant something?"

   Again, without pause I stoically said, "Her name was Maureen, we were in
eighth grade and I asked her out.  I had been on a few dates before but
they were not really dates.  Like taking a girl to the Spring Dance because
it was expected.  Anyway, Maureen was a quiet girl and I thought she was
beautiful.  Everyone was surprised when I asked her to a roller skating
party.  I was more surprised when she said yes.  Anyway, we had a great
time.  I walked her home and, as we stood at the door, I freaked, I just
froze.  I liked her so much!  She very simply held my arm, reached up,
kissed me nicely and thanked me for a wonderful night.  I freaked again!  I
sputtered something as I stepped back, hit the flower vase on the porch and
fell backwards and down four steps into her front yard.  There you go; my
first real kiss and me in all my glory!"

   Brianna loved it!  She laughed, and tried to stop, but when she looked
up at me, she cracked up all over again.  She caught her breath and stated,
"You're lying, that didn't happen, no one is that geeky!"

   She started laughing again and, this time, when she tried to stop, she
couldn't.  I couldn't help but join in and said, "It's true, absolutely
true.  We never went on another date; I was so smitten with her I ruined
whatever chance I had." I placed my hand under Brianna's chin and said, "Oh
yes, there is someone that geeky ...  and you think you love him!"

   Brianna crawled up on top of me, straddled my hips and started to
seriously and passionately kiss me.  She was rolling her hips and starting
to deepen her breaths when she slowed down, held my head in her hands,
kissed me three soft times, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Mike, would
you fall off a porch for me?"

   There was no reply to that.  I loved her for calling me Mike.  I pulled
her in, rolled to my right and ended up on top of her, right between her
legs.  Things were getting heavier and our foreplay was progressing nicely.
I pulled her shirt up and found a tit.  It was firm and petite.  I decided
it was perfect.  The areola was puffed and her nipple was rock hard. 
Brianna was pulling my shirt up from behind when my cell phone rang.  We
looked wide-eyed at each other and quickly untangled.  I grabbed the phone,
looked at Brianna and said, "It's Myra."

   Brianna snatched the phone from me, pressed the green "Talk" icon and
excitedly said, "Myra!  Is that you?!"

   I could hear Myra reply, "Brianna!  It's me, everything is fine.  I'm at
the home of a friend.  Why are you answering Nick's phone?  Is he alright?"

   "Thank God you're alright!  Mike's OK, I've been so worried!  When he
said it was you I snatched the phone from him.  Here, I'll hand you over to
him but then you have to talk to me."

   "Brianna!  What did you call him?"

   Brianna smiled at me and then said into the phone, "I called him Mike.
Myra, it's Ok, he told me.  Here, let me give you to him."

   Myra and I exchanged greetings.  She emphasized that everything, so far,
looked good.  In a day or two she would be granted access to the prisoner.
No decision had been made concerning how far she would be allowed to push
her interrogation, but there was much sympathy for her among the
powerbrokers in Kiev.  She explained that the recent unrest had turned much
of the government and people against the Russians and, by default, the
Russian mafia.  There was a rising level of anger over the exploitation of
Ukrainian girls in the world sex trade.  Myra was negotiating from a
position of power.  She could shut down the trade with one phone call, if
she wished.  Regardless, Shapovolov was a high ranking FSB officer and any
decisions concerning him had to be carefully thought out.

   I asked her very sincerely to take care and not take any risks.  Of
course, she assured me she would be careful.  I told her I loved her and
handed the phone back to Brianna.  Brianna and Myra talked for another half
hour.  Brianna proudly told her about how she was going to be helping with
the school search.  They both were happy while talking and very sad when
saying good-bye.

   While they spoke I took a good look at Brianna; she reminded me of
Guerlain; or, maybe it was Pressley; or, maybe I was just fucked up!  After
a moment of reflection, I decided it was the latter.  It occurred to me
that there had to be some Persian, or Indian in her genes; those eyes
didn't develop by accident!  When done with the call, Brianna turned to me,
slid a leg under herself and just looked at me.  I smiled and, from
somewhere a question came out of me, "Brianna, what will we do about
school? I mean you just can't float around here without continuing your
education."

   "Mike, once I enrolled in Rolfe Academy, I became automatically
registered for online school.  So, all I need do is log on, select a
subject, and continue where I left off.  Do you want me to go do my
homework?"

   "Nah, nothing like that; I was just curious, that's all.  I do want you
to complete your studies though.  You already know a lot more than most
people do; but, then again, you're not most people.  You must excel with
your studies and then achieve what you're destined to do."

   She leaned forward, smiling demurely, and asked, "Are you going to be my
tutor?"

   I pulled her in closer and replied, "I will tutor you in whatever area
of study you wish.  If I don't know the topic, I'll learn it in a day!"

   She giggled, gave me a kiss and asked, "Any area?"

   I had already decided that tonight was not going to be the night for us,
and answered, "Any area, except for tonight.  Tonight you will once again
lie in my arms and spend a peaceful night with me.  We have a lot to do
tomorrow."

   She was visibly relieved that I had taken sex off the table for the
night.  She didn't want to show her relief, but I could see it.  She went
to get her stuff; I ducked into the office and popped three grays.  We
closed the house down, went to my room and, standing on opposite sides of
the bed, got changed for bed.  I only wore some gym shorts, while Brianna
had on flimsy, baggy pajama bottoms and light t-shirt.  I thought for a
moment, `What the fuck?  Do I think I'm Gandhi or something?' We joined in
bed under the sheet.  We kissed and caressed each other as another storm
blew up outside the windows.  We ended up snuggled together and fell asleep
feeling safe and loved.

   - Shopping for a School

   The next day was a busy day.  Brianna started the day with breakfast and
her laps in the pool.  I snorted my lines and downed two shots.  I
explained our cover story for the real estate hunt.  I was the front man
for an overseas investor interested in entering the Florida tourist trade.
The investor was looking to open two midsized health spas in Florida prior
to taking his plan nationwide.  Brianna would be herself more or less.  If
needed, she would be presented as the daughter of a colleague who was out
of the country on an assignment.  I suggested she work on rolling her eyes
and checking her phone whenever possible.  Brianna said, "We need to stop
and get some gum!" She was a good one!

   She wore distressed jeans, an oversized t-shirt, a light weight denim
jacket, and of course her hippie bag.  I dressed business comfortable.  We
were quite mismatched, and we both liked the way the other looked ...  a
lot.  Before leaving I asked if she had any workout gear.  She did and we
both went back to our rooms to collect up our gear.  I had an idea for
later in the day.

   We knew the first place we looked at was wrong the moment we saw it.  It
was an old, cheesy tourist trap.  The second place had great promise.  It
was a midsize golf/conference center.  It had failed because its course was
only nine holes.  Otherwise, it appeared to have all the facilities on our
checklist.  It was secure and somewhat out of the way.  There were many
meeting rooms and offices.  The accommodations ran the gamut and could
easily handle several hundred resident students.  I counted three resort
pools and one Olympic-sized pool.  There were also condos for resident
staff.  There were fine exercise/athletic facilities and, of course, the
golf course.  The conference center's kitchens were large and modern.  I
felt good about this place.  As Brianna walked through the grounds with me
she commented, "In Seattle it's like they tried to find Hogwarts or
something.  This place is great!  Christ, I would like to go here!"

   When we finished our inspection of the property, Brianna and I strolled
out to the tennis courts.  I asked, "You're the best judge, what do you
think?"

   We kept walking; she looked down, and replied, "Everything about this
place is perfect.  I could see girls being very happy here.  There is a lot
of work needed.  There are obvious leaks in the conference center, the
residences need a lot of up-dating; overall the entire place needs to be
cleaned up, mowed, and painted.  I'm not too sure how long most of the
exterior wood will last.  There is a good amount of dry rot."

   She stopped walking, looked up at me, and continued, "Get a good
inspector and contractor, see what they think.  If the work isn't too much,
then I think you've found the most perfect girl's school in the world!"

   I said, "That was all I needed to hear!  It's settled!  My God!  You are
truly something special!" I took her by the arm and we headed back to the
Jeep.  We stopped at a healthy smoothie, wrap place and had a light, late
lunch.  We had fun and Briana was excited about her part in selecting the
school site.  I took this opportunity to, matter-of-factly; tell her that
the next day I would be leaving for a couple of days, due to work.  She was
not happy and asked if she could come along with me.  I explained that that
would be impossible.

   She then asked, "Mike, what do you do?"

   I simply replied, "Brianna, don't ask me about my business, and I won't
tell you no lies.  OK?"

   "Nothing?  You can't tell me anything at all?"

   "Exactly.  Unless I can explain something, I won't say anything.  That's
the deal.  C'mon, finish up and let's take a ride."

   Next on my agenda was the gym.  I still maintained my membership at the
family-type organization gym and I took her there.  We had previously
agreed that she should have some type of outside activity and decided that
the gym would be perfect.  When we arrived, I signed her up under my
membership and asked if Tom, the manager, was around.  In a few minutes we
were sitting in his office.  I made the introductions and explained that
Brianna was enrolled in an online school and was wondering if she could
volunteer during the week at the daycare center.  Tom was no fool.  Having
Brianna around would be easy, and she wouldn't cost a thing.  He readily
agreed and they shook hands on the deal.

   Tom took Brianna to meet the daycare ladies and I got changed for a
workout.  I was starting to stretch when Brianna came by to tell me that
she would be getting changed and joining me.  Shortly afterwards she joined
me in the warm up area.  Her yoga pants were like a second skin; yoga pants
were invented for her to wear!  She had a baggy Seahawks t-shirt on and her
hair was in a high ponytail.  She also wore a wide, white headband.  I did
some extra stretches and watched her stretch.

   Eventually she looked at me, smiled, and said, "Don't be such a creeper!
Shouldn't you be lifting something?"

   "Honey, I like to watch!  I could watch you all day!  Hell, I would
creep on you if you were folding clothes!"

   "You like to watch?  What do you like to watch?"

   "Anything and everything!  It's a little kink of mine."

   "That's good to know.  There's an hour-long yoga class starting in ten
minutes.  I'm going to join it and you aren't allowed in!  I swear, if you
show up and settle down behind me, I'll kick your ass!"

   "Promises, promises, promises!  Ok, I'll do my mix routine, it takes
around ninety minutes.  Can you occupy yourself for a half hour?"

   "Come get me at the day care center.  I want to start getting to know
the kids."

   An hour later I observed her in the center.  She was a natural.  The
kids loved her and the smile on her face was genuine.  This would be good!
We chatted with the director and set up a schedule for her.  It worked out
that she was available when they needed the help the most.  Mrs.  D would
bring her to and from the center if I was away.

   On the way home we picked up some takeout.  It had been a very good day.
We were both in a good mood and our concerns about Myra were repressed. 
When we arrived home I told her I needed to shower and we would eat a
little later.  She eyed the food, and said, "OK.  I'll hit the shower too;
I am feeling a bit grungy."

   - What Was Meant To Be

   The shower felt great!  I was just about finished and had leaned forward
under the water, letting it flow over my head and down my back when I
sensed someone had entered the bathroom.  I stepped back, turned around,
and there stood Brianna, with a large towel wrapped around her.  Her hair
was up in a tight bun.  It gave her a whole new look.  Her head was framed
by the gathered hair.  A few loose strands fell down the sides of her head
to her neck.  Her neck was beautiful; so thin and long.  Our eyes met and,
with a shake of her shoulders, the towel dropped from her body as she
stepped into the shower.  We met in a tight embrace, which soon moved to
passionate kissing.

   I was starting to get hard and it was unavoidable for her to not to
notice.  Briana pulled back a bit as her right hand reached for my
stiffening dick.  She glanced down as she held it and started to slowly
slide her hand up and down its full length.  In a flash I was fully erect!
She glanced up at me and smiled a devilish smile.  With her hand stroking
my dick she said, "You've been a real good boy.  I imagine you're feeling
pretty backed up after the past two days.  I think you need some relief!"

   I simply kissed her as passionately as possible while slowly humping my
dick into her hand.  She turned me around and backed me up to the
seat/ledge in the back of the shower.  Before she could sit me down I
turned her so that she was sitting.  My dick was just a little lower than
her chin.

   Brianna sat up with a slight arch, placed her hands flat on either side
of herself and slowly swayed back and forth a bit, as she alternated
looking at my dick and up to my face.  I reached for her arms and carefully
lifted them so that her hands were on either side of my dick.  She knew
what she was supposed to do as I slid my hands to her wrists and guided her
to my dick.  With a nervous smile and laugh she softly wrapped her fingers
around my dick and started to gently stroke me.  I put my right hand on the
back of her head and guided her mouth slowly forward.  She glanced up at me
just as she opened her lips and sucked my rock hard manhood into her warm
moist mouth.

   She began a gentle sucking motion, taking me deeper with each suck and
releasing me to the point where I almost left her lips before she took me
back in.  Just before sucking me back into her mouth, she glanced up to
look at me.  I, of course, was watching intently as she took my dick in and
out of her mouth.  I kept my right hand on her head and caressed her as she
slowly picked up the speed and intensity of her sucks.  My left hand was
propped on my hip and I noticed that her hand had reached for it.  We
entwined our fingers and held hands while she gave me some of the most
luxurious head I had ever experienced.  She fondled my nuts with her left
hand when she wasn't using it to stroke my dick.  I couldn't take my eyes
off her.  I started to gently thrust my hips in time with her sucks and
forced myself deeper into her mouth.

   I had been building up for days and knew I wouldn't last much longer. 
Her oral abilities were excellent and the visual was outstanding.  What
really did it for me though was the hand holding.  In the middle of this
most basic and animalistic sex acts, I found our hand holding to be
excruciatingly sensuous.  As she sucked me with greater intensity her hand
held mine tighter; her left hand moved around my waist and she pulled me
deeper into her mouth.

   I warned her that was going to cum but she didn't flinch.  She continued
to suck me until she felt the orgasmic twitching of my dick.  She slid back
on my dick until her lips were wrapped around the base of my head and
sucked extra hard as I exploded into her mouth.

   Brianna methodically sucked and swallowed with every shot of cum I
spewed into her mouth.  Her mouth never left my dick.  She dealt with my
jizz as if she were taking a drink through a straw.  I could feel her
breathing through her nose and quietly gulping cum as she sucked me dry.

   Eventually I had to pull out of her mouth.  Her attention was riveted on
the tip of my dick as I pulled away.  One small drop of cum appeared and
she deftly removed it with the tip of her tongue.  Her left hand returned
to my now softening dick, she delivered a couple more strokes as she looked
up at me.  With a smile she asked, "So, Mike, how do you feel now?"

   I knelt down in front of her; my right hand was now on her tiny waist
and we were still holding hands.  I said, "I can't remember feeling so
good. God!  I needed that!" I brought her hand to my lips and I kissed it
dearly.  I moved forward and kissed her.  Her mouth still had the taste of
cum but I didn't care.  I needed to kiss her right then and there.  As we
kissed, I lifted her to her feet and led her out of the shower into the
bathroom.

   Brianna reached for a towel, turned to me and started to dry me.  She
enjoyed toweling my hair and picked up a brush to neaten the mop up.  She
efficiently dried me from head to toe and managed to bring me back to a
half erection with a few well-timed strokes of my dick.  She was thoroughly
enjoying herself and made sure her hands explored every inch of my body. 
If I didn't do something quick I knew I would be shooting a load of cum on
her belly very shortly.

   I reached into the small linen closet and pulled out one of the towels I
never use.  Mrs.  D bought them and they were a kind of ultra-soft towel
designed for female use.  Brianna wasn't that wet but I wasn't going to let
that little detail get in the way of my enjoyment.  She stood back and
watched as I reached for her shoulders to turn her to face away from me,
looking into the mirror.  I lightly ran the towel over her shoulders and
down her back.  I leaned into her neck and kissed around her neck and down
both shoulders.  As I dried her arms I followed with soft kisses.  My
intent was to kiss as much of her body as possible.

   She tried to lean back into me but I stopped her.  I needed a moment
though; she was completely hairless down below!  I reached around front and
ran my hand over her pussy.  She was freshly shaved!  I liked that, a lot!

   I returned to standing behind her and placed my arms next to her arms. I
lifted her arms and placed her hands on the sink counter leaning her
forward.  I used my legs to have her step back a bit so that she was half
bent over.  I kissed from her neck, down her spine, to the start of the
crack of her ass.  I toweled her ass paying special attention to the crease
down to her asshole.  I started to towel her thighs from the inside forcing
her legs further apart.  Brianna dropped her elbows to the counter, bending
more and arching her back.  She lifted her ass higher and presented one of
the most beautiful sights of nature ever presented to a man.  Her ass was
fit and taut.  Her thighs were full and her ass split open exposing a
beautiful little rose bud of an asshole and the most delightful adolescent
pussy.  Her pussy lips peaked out from her slit with just the slightest of
openings, hinting at the joys contained within.

   I kissed her ass and ran my hand over and through her crotch.  She
started to push back at me, lifting her ass to provide access to her pussy.
I placed the tip of my tongue at the top of her ass crack and slowly ran
down her crack until it encountered her asshole.  I worked my tongue tip
around and into her ass.  Brianna yelped a little and lifted her ass higher
and back into my tongue.  I continued my tongue track further south and,
just before reaching her pussy, pulled off to the side.  I kissed down the
back of her thighs as she started to complain.

   "Mike!  Don't stop, don't tease me, get back up there!  It's not fair!"
Her hips were moving back and forth and her crotch was seeking out my face.
I stood and looked at us in the mirror.  She glanced up and saw me looking
at her in the mirror.  While pushing her ass into me, she asked with a
devilish smile, "What now, Michael?  What's next on the list?"

   My only answer was to firmly place my now rock hard dick up against her
crotch and stand up straighter.  Brianna let out another yelp as she felt
herself being partially lifted from below by my dick.  She clamped her
thighs around my dick, stood, and leaned back into me.  She reached her
arms up and back to circle my neck and pulled me around for a kiss.  I
obliged, and then pulled away, sliding my dick out from between her legs
and then turning her to face me.

   I said, "I've only dried your back so far, now it's time to your front."
With a smile I caressed her front with the soft towel paying extra
attention to her perky tits.  They weren't very big, about the size of a
half orange.  They had no droop to them but, while firm in structure, were
soft and pliable to the touch.  Her areolas rose from her tits indicating
that there might be more size to her breasts in the future.  Her nipples
were a little larger than I expected but then again, she was pretty fucking
excited!  Regardless, my mouth found that they were the perfect size for
me. I held her by the small of her back and pulled her tight as I
alternatively feasted on her adolescent tits.

   She was on her tiptoes, arching her back, clasping her hands on the back
of my head, and freely mewing sounds of pleasure.  I pulled away slowly so
she could regain her footing and started to slowly kiss my way down her
flat stomach to her navel.  I paused there and paid some attention to her
cute, little "innie" before continuing downward.  She was constantly
squirming and running her hands through my hair as I explored her body.  I
reached the start of her hairless slit and chose to put my tongue back to
use.  I went as far as tongue-tickling her pee-hole, and the hood of her
clit, before I rose up in front of her.  I cupped her ass along the way and
lifted her off the ground until she could wrap her legs around my waist. 
We met for a kiss which lasted the distance I needed to carry her to my bed
where I gently laid her down with me on top of her.

   Her breathing turned into a deep, slow panting as I moved down her body
to her pussy.  She repeated, "Mike, oooh Mike" several times as I started
to nestle and tongue her smooth vaginal muffin.  Let's face it; sweet,
clean, young pussy is both wonderful and beautiful.  What makes all the
difference though, is whose pussy it is.  In this case, this pretty little
pussy belonged to my fourteen-year-old Brianna.  No one had ever excited,
or intrigued me at this level, in so short a time as she had.  I fell for
her at first glance and had only fallen further with every moment we spent
together.  I knew she felt the same, and that only heightened the
experience.  I called up every pussy-eating technique I had to provide her
pleasure.

   Brianna clutched her knees and pulled them to her chest.  She opened
herself to me and let her feelings and senses run free.  She was a
"squeaker" and a director.  She guided me to what felt good and then
reacted with the cutest squeaks and jerks as the pleasure rolled through
her.  She released her legs (they pretty much stayed in place) and grabbed
hold of my head to provide extra guidance for my oral ministrations.  Soon
enough, she grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face into her pussy as
she lifted herself from the bed using my back as a base for her feet.  I
was buried in her pussy as she came several times in rapid succession.

   Her breathing was heavy as she came down from her climax.  She still had
her hands on my head as I moved up to face my young love.  We were
side-by-side as we moved our lips together.  She made a guttural "awe"
sound as we met for a kiss.  Our kiss became more passionate by the second.
She slid her leg forward and under me as she rolled me on top of her.  I
broke our kiss as I started to reach for the side table drawer.  She
stopped me.  I gave her a questioning look and she said, "I have the
implant, nothing will happen."

   She was so fucking beautiful!  I was on an elbow simply looking at the
girl under me.  Her hair was starting to break away from the bun she wore,
her skin was flawless and her eyes; oh those eyes!  Her lips were soft and
moist, I needed more of them!  I ran my hand along the side of her face and
said, "I don't think I have ever seen anyone more beautiful than you!" I
then leaned in reuniting our lips and tongues.

   With a slight adjustment I ended up in a perfect position between her
legs.  I involuntarily started to slowly hump her until the head of my dick
wedged itself into an inviting, hot, moist place.  Her legs spread and
lifted as she broke off our kiss.  I looked her in the face and she eagerly
nodded her head at me.

   I lifted my hips ever so slightly and started to say, "Brianna" as I
pushed into the heaven that is her pussy.  Before I could completely say
her name she said, "Ooh Mike ..." and locked in for a deep kiss as I
penetrated her.  I went slow and gentle, thrusting into her with a measured
rhythm for a sensuous slow ride.  I wanted that loving feeling to last a
while and to honor her with my cock.  Brianna reacted far beyond what I
would have ever dreamt possible.  She wrapped herself around me both
physically and emotionally.  We murmured to each other and spoke with our
bodies as we shared our physical love for the first time.

   I heard the slightest catch in her breath as I added just a little more
"oomph" to a thrust.  I repeated with a slight increase of intensity and
she came along for the ride.  Her loving hip rolls from earlier started to
develop into more of a lurid fucking as I increased my intensity.  In a
very short time we were both actively fucking each other.  She had crossed
the line; she was giving herself totally to me.  I could see it in her eyes
and feel it wrapped around my dick.  I could feel us melding into one.

   We fucked and made love at the same time.  I slammed my dick into her
with all I had and she responded in kind.  We were both grunting and
struggling to catch our breath.  She went first, jerking out multiple
orgasms and, at one point, actually biting my shoulder.  That did it for
me! I let it all go and, with a roar, let loose deep inside her.  As I came
I could feel it from my prostate up my spine.  I shook with pleasure and
excitement.  I rose to my knees and lifted Brianna with me.  We entwined
tighter than before and returned to our kissing.  Together we both
experienced orgasmic aftershocks as we came down from our respective highs.


   I laid her down on the bed with her ass still resting on my thighs.  My
dick slid out of her pussy as we gazed into each others' eyes and caressed
each others' bodies with our hands.  Brianna squirmed and giggled a bit.  I
asked, "Whats up my love?'

   Through a giggle she replied, "Your stuff is running out and down to my
ass.  It tickles and feels weird!"

   "Don't move, I got you." I moved to her side, and picked her up in my
arms, and carried her to the bathroom.  I settled her on the toilet,
grabbed a hand towel, wiped my dick and said to her, "Get yourself cleaned
up and come right back to me ...  or ...  I could clean you up!"

   "Mike, my God!  Go back to bed and I'll be right there!"

   She returned to the bed, after a while, and we cuddled in each others'
arms.  I didn't need any meds to fall asleep that night.

   When I woke the following morning I was alone in bed.  The coffee was
brewed in the kitchen and a bowl, spoon, and juice glass were in the sink.
I poured a cup of Joe and headed out to the veranda.  There she was,
slicing through the water in the pool just as I had expected.  I made my
way to the pool and, when she saw me coming, she climbed out to greet me. I
received a full body hug and a hungry kiss.  She was soaking wet and I
could care less.

   I said, "Get back in and finish your laps ...  I'll sit and watch."

   "My God Mike, you can be such a perv!" She smiled, turned and headed
back to the pool with a walk that had more wiggle than was natural.  I did
sit and watch.  She flowed through the water gracefully and effortlessly. I
could not detect a flaw in her technique.  I found genuine interest in the
movement of her ass as she swam her laps.  I wasn't surprised by the
resulting hardness on my part.  I sat back in the chair and averted my eyes
out to the water and laid out my plans for the day.

   I had plenty of time to get my gear ready and didn't need to leave until
the afternoon.  I would stay at a safe condo near the Fernandez house in
Miami and initiate my plan sometime after 2:00 AM.  Little Alanis would be
immediately delivered to a special West Coast operative.  She would be
airborne no more than forty-five minutes after leaving her bed.  I would
spend the night at the condo and then return the next day.  An extra day is
always built into my plans in case of an unexpected delay.

   A message came in yesterday to expect an important visitor in two days.
Some guy named Thomas Donahue would be coming from the coast to check out
the choice we made for the Florida school site.  This guy was apparently
the lead man for the entire school project and his visit would be the final
decision regarding the site, as well as an opportunity to meet me and
determine what role, if any, I would play in the school's operations.

   My mind was absorbed in thought when I heard Brianna.  She was at the
edge of the pool trying to get my attention.  "Mike!  Mike!  Michael! 
Earth to Mike!" I finally heard her and looked her way.  "Where have you
been?  My Lord ...  do you know if there is any fruit in the fridge?"

   "Ah ...  yes!  Yes, there is.  Forgive me, my mind was at work and I
just got lost in thought.  You want some fruit?" I got up, walked to the
pool and reached down for her hands.  She latched on and I simply lifted
her out of the water.  I was holding hands with a glistening goddess!  We
shared a nice good morning kiss, I got her towel for her and we headed into
the house.

   On the way she asked, "When do you have to leave?"

   "I figure around three or so, is that OK?"

   "Of course it's not OK, but you gotta work.  Would it be OK if I went to
the daycare center around one, after lunch?  You could drive me there and
Mrs.  D could pick me up around five."

   "Sounds like a plan, we'll head out after lunch."

   "You know, they have a club swim team there ...  I was thinking that
maybe ...  if it's OK with you ...  that maybe I could see if I could join
it ...  you know?"

   I turned to her and slid my hands along her waist until I had her ass
firmly in my hands.  Her arms instinctively went around my neck and I
pulled her close.  "I think that's a great idea!  I'm sure they'll love
having you on the team!" We met for another kiss, only this time it was
much hotter than nice.  We broke and entered the house.

   The chill of the air-conditioned house made her wrap her towel around
her shoulders as we headed for the kitchen.  I grabbed a bowl and opened
the refrigerator.  "Looks like we've got plenty, what did you want?"

   "Strawberries and grapes?"

   "Consider it done!" I loaded the bowl and handed it to her.

   She quickly plucked a grape and made it disappear before you knew she
even had it.  Brianna paused for a moment, looked down and then back up at
me.  She had a somber look on her face.

   I rested my hands on the counter and asked, "What's up?  I can tell
something is on your mind."

   Brianna paused and replied, "There is a Martial Arts competition being
held near Orlando this weekend and I was wondering if we could go."

   I was a little surprised and replied, "Martial Arts?  You?"

   "Mike, I have been in MA for three years.  Over the last few months I
haven't been able to get in any workouts because of everything.  Anyway a
friend of mine who lives in Florida will be competing and I would really
like to see her."

   "Who is your friend?"

   "Her name is Tayler Davis; she's tough as nails and should easily win
the competition.  We became friends over a year ago."

   "I think I know who she is, are you at her level?"

   "Oh no!  She's awesome!  I can hold my own but I'm nowhere at her level.
So ...  what do you think?"

   "Let's do it!  I would like to see it and meet this Tayler.  So, how
tough are you?  Think you could take me?"

   She smiled and giggled, then quickly spun around and headed to her room.
Looking back she announced, "I don't think you want to find out!  I think
I'm going to take my shower and then ..."

   I went to the office and quickly confirmed the arrangements for the next
three days.  All looked good at the Fernandez house.  Nothing of any
importance was happening; Carlos and Alondra were already in New York; all
was set in Miami.
   Continued ...