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                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                             TORRID TWEENS

                                             Chapter Twelve

         He walked along the street.  It was late afternoon, the light had 
turned a beautiful golden color in the last hour before sunset.  He gazed at 
the houses as he walked along, their neatly manicured lawns, their green 
verdant trees, older trees and younger ones, intermixed, birds singing high 
in the branches of some of them.  He passed a newly blooming rose bush.  
Its colors were bright radiant pink.  Suddenly he saw a figure up ahead of 
him, along the sidewalk.  A girl was walking in his direction, he realized.  
She looked quite cute.  Young, but with a pair of knockers that drew his 
eyes like magnets.
         ÒBrittney,Ó he said suddenly, recognizing the girl.  She saw him too.
         ÒIÕve been popped!Ó Brittney said.  He drew closer.  She was clutching 
a little purse in front of her now as he walked up to her.  She seemed 
tense, as if he might take the revelation in a way that would exclude her, 
leaving her standing on the street as he went on his way.  But he liked her.  
He had always liked her and he still liked her now.  He even felt a kind of 
comradeship with her.  They had done things together, and apart, and now 
they were together again, unplanned but as if the Gods themselves had 
somehow deigned it.
         ÒDonÕt worry.  I still love you, even if you have been popped,Ó Steven 
said to the girl.  He reached out and took her hand.  It was warm and small 
in his grasp.  Her bosoms loomed beneath him, beneath her upward titled 
chin as she looked up at him with her big brown eyes.
         ÒI love you too,Ó Brittney said.
         They crossed the street together.  
         ÒDid you have fun in Paris?Ó Brittney asked Steven.
         ÒYes,Ó Steven said.  ÒI had a lot of fun.Ó
         ÒMe too,Ó Brittney said.  ÒBut it was a little scary too.  Was it scary 
for you?Ó
         ÒOnly on the last day,Ó Steven said.  Brittney looked up at him again, 
as they reached the sidewalk on the other side of the street.
         ÒWhat happened to you on the last day?Ó she asked him.  StevenÕs 
buttocks clenched.  He thought he could still feel where the dildo had been 
inserted, a kind of tingling and burning where his poop hole was.  But it 
had been days earlier.  He was sure it was just his imagination, a 
psychosis.
         ÒIÕd rather not say,Ó Steven told Brittney, flushing a little.  And then 
suddenly, further down the sidewalk, he saw a girl kneeling.  She had long 
blonde hair and it shone in the sunlight.  As he peered at her he saw she 
was trying to feed a Gummi Bear to a squirrel that had come down from a 
tree growing in a space in the sidewalk.
         ÒLaurie!Ó Steven exclaimed.  Brittney saw her too and said,
         ÒHey, thatÕs Laurie!  LetÕs go talk to her.Ó  The squirrel scampered 
away as they got close to the blonde.  She looked up.  ÒHi, Laurie!  WhaÕcha 
doinÕ?Ó Brittney asked.
         ÒOh.  I was trying to feed that squirrel,Ó Laurie said.
         ÒSorry,Ó Brittney answered as the squirrel ran back up the tree.
         ÒNo itÕs okay,Ó Laurie said.  ÒI donÕt think he likes Gummi Bears.Ó  
Steven gazed at the blonde.  She wore new tennis shoes, ones he had not 
seen before, made of white and pink leather.  Above them she had on stone 
washed jeans.  They were intentionally ripped at the knees, showing her 
skinny but lovely young legs where the fabric had been torn away.  She 
wore a shirt with kittens on it.  It was a shirt she was obviously 
outgrowing since it not only showed off her belly, which might have been 
its intent; the whole shirt seemed under stress from her breasts.  Steven 
gazed at her tits.  TheyÕd gotten bigger since heÕd last saw her.
         ÒWeÕve been having adventures,Ó Brittney said to Laurie.  ÒMe 
especially.Ó
         ÒWhat sort of adventures?Ó Laurie asked.  Brittney looked at Steven.  
She gave him a smile.  He saw a new maturity in BrittneyÕs eyes and as she 
looked again at the girl standing in front of them, she squeezed his hand.
         ÒCome and weÕll show you,Ó Brittney said.  Laurie thought for a 
moment.  One of her tennis shoes lifted and squeezed down on the other.  
Then, abruptly, she said,  
         ÒOkay.Ó  And so they went off, the three of them, Steven holding 
BrittneyÕs hand and Brittney holding LaurieÕs.  When they were gone the 
squirrel came down from the tree and sniffed the Gummi Bear and bit it.

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