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 (c) 2007 by Nite_wlf

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   The runaway - by Nite_wlf (Mf, cons, no-sex)

   It all began soon after the announcement that my place of work had been
merged with another company and there would be reorganization.  I decided
it was time for me to leave before they would let me go.  With the money
from the severance package, I bought a good sized piece of land at a very
cheap price.  It was actually thru a power of sale auction where the
original owner passed away while still in debt with the bank.  It had been
sitting abandoned for almost a year and it looked like it needed a bit of
work.  At least that's what it looked like from the outside since no
potential buyers were allowed to inspect the property on power of sale
sites.  I kept my own house in the city and rented it out so I would at
least have some income.

   I arrived at my new place and got ready to do some major cleanup and
renovations.  The house itself also needed a lot of cleanup as it had been
uninhabited for at nearly a year.  I briefly did some cleanup around the
house before deciding to check out the barn.  By then, it had started to
rain.  As I was exploring around the barn, I was interrupted by something
or someone coming inside.  I initially thought it was stray dog but quickly
noticed it was a female sneaking in.  I was on the top rafters behind some
large boxes so she didn't see me.  As I moved to get a better view, one of
the boards gave way and cracked, causing her to get startled.

   "Hey...  who are you?  What are you doing here", I yelled.

   My presence caught her by surprise and tried to get away.  She was so
scared that as she tried to run away, she was unable to open the barn door
properly, trapping her inside.  "Please...  don't hurt me...  " she cowered
by the door.

   "It's OK; I'm not going to hurt you.  I didn't expect anyone to be
here." I replied.

   She was still crouched down on the floor, shivering and scared.  It was
then that I noticed she was soaking wet from the rain.  "Hi, I'm Bill.  I'm
the new owner of this place and who are you?" I asked but got no reply. 
She just stared at me in fear.  "It's getting a bit cold and you're soaking
wet.  Why don't you come with me into the house and I'll get you some dry
clothes." I offered as I extended my hand.  After trying to reassure her
that I wasn't going to harm her, she reluctantly took my hand stood up.  I
took her into the house and into the kitchen, which I had just cleaned and
stocked up.  I told her to sit down and offered her a hot chocolate.  As
she slowly sipped on it, I briefly left and returned with a pair of my
t-shirt and shorts.  "Here, try these.  At least they are dry", I offered.
She nodded and took them.  Without thinking, she stood up, turned her back
towards me and started to strip off the wet clothes.  As she took her shirt
off, I noticed she did not have a bra on, but all I could see was her back.
I did catch a brief glimpse of her tits as she turned to grab the dry
t-shirt.  She then dropped her pants, giving me a view of her tattered
panties, which she took off next.  This also gave me a brief glimpse of her
nice smooth ass.  As she bent over to pick up the wet clothes, I briefly
saw the distinct peach fuzz of a young girl.  She then grabbed the shorts
and put them on, before sitting back down.

   I just poured myself a hot chocolate and spiked it with a chocolate-mint
Irish cream liqueur.  As she saw me doing that, she asked if she could have
the same.  I topped up her cup and added the liqueur.  We just sat there,
practically staring at each other in silence.  After a while, I decided to
start asking questions.  "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't
want to, but I would like to know who you are and what you're doing here."
I asked.  The spiked hot drink had warmed her up and made her more relaxed,
so she decided to tell me.  I found out her name was Kimberly, but she
liked Kim.  She was 16 and had run away from her foster home.  Her real
parents were drug addicts and had given custody of her after being caught
and sent to jail for drug possession and trafficking when she was around
10. She was then bounce around different foster homes.  The last one was
the worse as the people there were quite abusive and all they cared for was
the monthly foster care subsidy.  She had run away several times, but had
been caught every time.  This time, she managed to elude them long enough
to make it far enough out of town.  Somehow she found this place and has
been living in the barn for the past two months.  She had also been
sneaking out at night and breaking into the neighbor's houses to steal
food, even though they were quite a distance away.  She then begged me not
to send her back.  She would do anything not to go back.

   I didn't know exactly what to do, but didn't want to make any sudden
decisions, so I told her I had to think about it.  In the mean time, she
could stay here.  Unfortunately, this created a problem.  The only rooms
that were clean were the kitchen, bathroom and one single room.  I also had
a sleeping bag and a couple of blankets.  My furniture and most of my
belongings were in storage.  I offered her the use of the sleeping bag
while I used the blankets.  She refused and stated that it was ok for her
to share the sleeping bag.  She was used to sharing the sleeping quarters
with the other kids at the foster home and had been sleeping without any
covers in the barn for the last couple of months.  A warm body beside her
would be a welcomed site.  I reluctantly agreed.

   As I briefly left to set up the sleeping arrangements, she started to
clean up the kitchen.  When I returned, she had already cleaned up the
table and was nearly finished washing the cups.  She turned around when I
walked in.  The t-shirt was a bit baggy on her and as she washed the
dishes, water splashed on her front, getting it a bit wet.  I could notice
the slight outline of her budding nipples thru the thin material.  She
didn't notice.  She just smiled as I thanked her for washing the dishes.  I
then asked her if she would like to take a shower and freshen up.  She
nodded her head and I led her to the bathroom.  I grabbed another dry
t-shirt for her to wear on the way to the bathroom.  As we entered, she
immediately stripped and was standing naked in front of me.  She saw me
staring at her naked body and replied that she had no problem with being
naked in front of people.  At the foster home, there was no privacy and
everyone saw each other in different stages of nudity.  That made me wonder
what would be going on at that house.  She saw my confused looked and added
that the foster parents were quite strict about what was going on at the
house.  Any stepping out of line would result on spanking, extra chores or
being locked up in a small room.  They didn't care much about the well
being of the kids.  All they cared was the money.  I accepted her
explanation and let her take her shower.

   When she got out of the bathroom, she was only wearing the dry t-shirt
which barely covered her hips.  She explained that she was more comfortable
with just the t-shirt.  She was somewhat tired and wanted to get some
sleep. I let her get under the covers while I went downstairs to do some
more cleaning and contemplate what to do next.  I tried to work as quiet as
I could as to not make too much noise wake Kim up.  Not being able to do
much quietly, I decided to take a quick shower before going to bed myself.
Kim was curled up and sound asleep under the covers.  I gently peeled the
covers and got under them.  I laid there on my back, staring at the ceiling
and trying to fall asleep.  Kim suddenly turned and faced me.  Her arm
draped onto my chest as she tried to get comfortable.  I simply left her
arm there for a little bit, but my shoulder and arm was pressing against
her chest.  I could feel the softness of her tits and the gently heaving of
her chest as she slept.  After a little while, she once again shifted and
moved her arm.  It drifted down and brushed against my crotch before she
pulled it away.  I fell asleep soon after that.

   I woke up later on as I felt a tickling on my face and something warm in
front of me.  I was resting on my side and Kim had her back towards me. 
Her hair was right in on my face and she had snuggled her back against me.
Her t-shirt had once again ridden up a bit and was pressing her nice firm
ass against my crotch.  I already had a raging hard-on from her ass
pressing against it.  I don't think she was even aware of what she was
doing.  I just let her sleep and enjoyed the situation.  In order for me to
get more comfortable, I moved my arm and wrapped it around her body, with
my hand ending up resting just below her tits.  We slept the rest of the
night in that position.


   <To be continued>