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"Deep River" Part 1 By Sir GL
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gg first mast Sir GL Copyright
2012, 2013 All rights reserved.  If you want to share this story feel free
to do so as long as you do so by linking back to my ASSTR Author Page:
/files/Authors/Sir_Guiding_Light This story is a
fantasy; any resemblance to real people or events is a coincidence. 
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   Chapter 1.

   I take one last look around my bedroom and sigh.  This has been my room
since I was born, but as of today it's someone else's.  The thought
terrifies me a bit, but Mom said that since it was just the two of us now
she couldn't justify staying in a three bedroom townhouse anymore.  There's
one saving grace to it all though; we're only moving a few doors down to
another townhouse in the same development.  How Mom arranged it I'll never
know.  I glance at my cell phone, it's nearly four.  I can't delay it any
longer, the new people should've been here by now and there's nothing left
to pack.  I scoop up the last box and head downstairs.

   "This is it for my room," I tell Mom.

   "Good, toss it on the cart.  I'll be out in a couple of minutes; I want
to do one last check," she says.

   "Are you bringing the cart with you or should I take it?" I ask.



   "I'll get it, it's really heavy."

   "Okay, I'm going right to my new room.  I really want to sleep in there
tonight," I say.

   As I get to the end of the driveway a moving truck and a car pull up.  A
guy in his early forties, a boy who is six or seven, and a girl my age pile
out of the car and stretch.



   "Long drive?" I ask the girl.

   "Yeah, we've been up since six and on the road since eleven," the girl
answers.

   "That certainly qualifies.  I'm Sierra," I say.



   "Alyssa.  This is my Dad and my brother Luke," says the girl.

   "Nice to meet you," I say.

   "What bedroom do I want?" asks Alyssa.

   "The one in back; it's quiet and has a great view," I explain.  "Plus
it's painted a really nice blue."

   "Dad, I call dibs on the back bedroom."

   "Do you mind if I show her which room?" I ask Alyssa's dad.

   "Go for it, the place is still yours until I have the keys in hand."

   "Let's go," I say taking Alyssa by the hand.

   I run back inside, stick my head down the basement stairs and yell,
"Mom! The new people are here.  I'm showing Alyssa my old room."

   "Alright, I'll be right up," Mom yells back.

   "Now, for your room," I say turning back to Alyssa.



   I lead her upstairs and into my old room totally on auto-pilot; up the
stairs, hang a right and straight in.

   "I love the color" Alyssa says as soon as she can see into the room.

   "Come check out the view," I say heading over to the window.

   "Wow!"

   Alyssa presses her face to the window and looks back and forth admiring
the view of the conservation area.

   "Sierra, get out here!  If you want to get your room set up tonight
you'd better get going," Mom yells.

   "I guess I'd better go.  The only thing in my room right now is
furniture and it's not even in the right place."

   "Yeah, lots of work to be done for both of us," says Alyssa.

   "Pop up for a visit for a visit when you get a chance.  We're moving
into 24," I say.

   "Count on it," says Alyssa beaming.

   Alyssa is standing a bit closer to me than I thought; my hand grazes her
behind as I turn to go.  I'm beyond mortified, but Alyssa doesn't say
anything about it so I let it go.  I wave one last time and head for my new
room.  It takes me an hour or so to lug the boxes up to my new room, move
my night stand to the other side of my bed, and the full evening, until ten
or so, to unpack.  I fall asleep totally exhausted and grateful for my new
friend.

   I have a dream that night.  Alyssa and I are skinny dipping at my
cottage.

   Chapter 2.

   I roll over and look at the clock, it's nearly seven.  I begin to swing
my legs around to get up and felt something I never have before.  It feels
like I've wet the bed, but the sheets are dry.  I feel the legs of my
pajamas; they are dry all the way up.  Maybe it's just a dribble and I need
to go pee.  I get up and go to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet.  I
sit there for a couple of minutes and don't go.  I'm getting a bit worried,
am I bleeding?  I take a couple of sheets of toilet paper and wipe.  As I
do, I get this weird tingling down there and I shudder a bit as if I was
really cold.  I look at the toilet paper and see something that looks like
the stuff that comes from a runny nose.  I've heard rumors about boys
having wet dreams, is that what this was?  A girl's wet dream?  If so what
caused it?  The only dream I can remember from the night before was about
Alyssa.  How can I like her like that?  I don't even like boys yet.  Plus
we have just met and that was only for a couple of minutes.  I decide to
put it out of my mind and tell myself I was just excited to have a new
friend.

   "Did you fall in?" Mom asks, knocking on the door.

   I snap back to reality and answer "I'm fine, just debating a shower."

   "Well if you're going to, make it a quick one.  I need some help getting
some boxes moved so the cable guy can get us hooked up." Mom said.

   "When's he coming?" I ask.

   "Between nine and three."

   "Screw the shower then, I'll be right out." I get up, stuff a few pieces
of toilet paper down there, get dressed, and go to help Mom.

   The rest of that day was a typical post-move day; moving boxes, getting
the kitchen unpacked and having the cable hooked up.  Alyssa didn't cross
my mind at all, I was too busy.  We finished for the day around ten.

   "I think it's time for that shower." I say, stretching out on the sofa.

   "Enjoy, you were a great help today." Mom says as she pats my head. 
"How about we head up to the cottage for a few days once we get settled in
a bit more?"

   "It's a date!"

   I hop up and head for the shower.  I've forgotten about the pieces of
toilet paper until they fall out as I get undressed.  They are a bit damp
from sweat, but I don't see anything that looks like the runny nose stuff
from this morning.  I flush the toilet paper and am suddenly overcome with
a feeling of disappointment; some part of my mind actually wants to see
more of the runny nose stuff.  It would tell me that it's a normal thing
and that I can let my mind explore my instant connection with Alyssa.  I
start a nice hot shower, set the shower head to a massage setting and get
in.  The heat and pulsing of the shower instantly melts all the aches and
cares away.  I close my eyes and go a bit limp, my shoulders rolling
forward, my head down.  I listen to each drop as it bounces off me.  I
start washing.  As I reach across my chest to wash my shoulder blade, my
arm brushes over my nipples.  I have done this so many times before, but
this time was totally different.  They are hard like it was cold, and I get
that same shudder like when I wiped that morning.  I do my best thinking in
the shower so I decide now is the time to work through this.  I know I
barely know her but there is definitely something more going on here.  I
know girls usually like boys but some like girls and that's perfectly OK.
Do I have a crush on this girl I've said maybe twenty words to?  I make
myself go back to washing and find my nipples are insanely sensitive. 
Okay, so maybe it's a really big crush.  I guess I play it safe until I
know her better.  I feel my heart slow a bit and the weight on my shoulders
lifts.



   I hesitate for a moment as I get close to down there.  What will I find?
I move out of the stream of water a bit so I can know for sure and wipe
myself with my fingers.  There it was; the runny nose stuff.  I also touch
something that makes my knees get weak and makes the rest of me shudder.  I
am about to try again when Mom knocks on the door.

   "Come on Miss Prune.  I've made some tea for us." She yells through the
door.

   Mom always checks in on me if I take too long.

   "Be right out!" I yell.

   I quickly finished washing, get out and dry off making sure to put some
more toilet paper down there.  Mom has made my favorite tea, Moroccan mint.
We sit on opposite ends of the couch and talk for a while.  When she asks
about Alyssa I nearly spit my mouthful of tea out.

   "She seems nice I guess."

   Mom must sense something, not everything, but definitely that I want
Alyssa as a friend.

   "Maybe she can come to the cottage sometime."

   "Maybe, would actually have to get to know her first." I say trying to
sound as natural as I could.

   "Yeah, well off to bed with you.  We have another long day tomorrow."

   I finish my tea, say goodnight to Mom and go up to my room.  I close my
door and start getting ready for bed.  It's a really hot night and we
haven't had a chance to put the air conditioners in yet so I pick out a
tank top and a pair of shorts.  I stand there, in front of my dresser,
naked except for my panties.  I have no plans on changing them, since I did
when I showered that morning but I want to find out the fate of that toilet
paper.  I slowly slide them down and kick them aside.  When I look down I
could see the toilet paper still stuck to me.  I pull on it and only the
edges came away.  The rest is plastered to me.

   There's a knock on the door.  "Just a second, I'm changing"

   I put my clothes from that day in the laundry, put on the tank top I'm
going to sleep in, and get under the covers.  Just as I am about to invite
her in, I realize that my panties and the shorts I was going to wear to bed
are still on the floor.  I lean over, scoop them under the covers with me
and invite Mom in.

   "Have a good sleep."

   "You too, Mom" I say knowing that is the fastest way to get rid of her.

   She blows me a kiss, turns out the light, and closes my door leaving me
alone in the dark, half naked with toilet paper stuck down there.

   I wait a few minutes until I am sure I can hear the television in her
room come on before I reach into my nightstand and grab a key ring with an
LED flashlight on it.  I think I hear Mom up so I wait a few more minutes
before pulling the covers up over my head, sitting up and spreading my legs
a bit.  I turn on the flashlight, set it on the bed between my legs
pointing towards me and start picking off the toilet paper.  It is soaked
through with the runny nose stuff and only comes off in tiny little pieces.
Memo to self, don't use toilet paper next time.  In that same instant I
scream at myself in my head "Next time?!" I put my hands on my knees and
take a deep breath.



   What do I mean `next time'?  Do I really want it to happen again?  Is it
because of Alyssa?  I don't even like boys yet, is that because I like
girls?  Well I guess if it's started it's not going away any time soon,
especially if I keep thinking about Alyssa.  The instant I think her name
my heart starts racing.  I do like her, a lot.  But how can I?  The déja vu
hits me like a ton of bricks.  I had this exact thought process this
morning.  If I have the same thoughts twice in one day how wrong can it be?
I decide to let this whole thing run as it wants to.  If I like Alyssa, I
do.  Besides, there's nothing wrong with liking whoever you like.  I take a
few breaths to calm myself a bit.  I don't know much about that area but I
do know it can be delicate and don't want to do any damage.  Once I felt
calm enough, I resume my cleaning.  It actually goes a bit easier because
all those thoughts have caused more of that runny nose stuff to appear. 
What is this stuff?  I wipe the rest of the toilet paper away with my
panties.  It dawns on me that I should make sure it doesn't leave a mark on
my sheets.  I get up, get another pair of panties from my dresser and put
them on.  To absorb the stuff I grab a sock, fold it in thirds, and put it
in my panties.  I put on my shorts, and then bury the wet panties in my
laundry, very happy that Mom expects me to do my own.

   A piece of hair falls across my face and I brush it aside.  As my hand
crosses my face I can smell a really delicate aroma.  I sniff again. 
Apparently it has a smell too.  Another memo to self; I should start
wearing a bit of perfume just in case others notice it.  The thought of
this happening again sends my mind racing again.  If I don't stop working
myself up I'm never going to get to sleep.  I start thinking about the
cottage to distract myself.  It works like a charm and I am asleep in a
matter of minutes.

   Chapter 3.  If I had a dream I don't remember it.  Mom wakes me up at
seven and tells me she wants to get the kitchen and living room unpacked, a
very ambitious goal.  After she heads downstairs I check the sock; it's
totally dry but I decide to leave it in place just in case.  I change into
some baggy track pants and head down to get something to eat.  I'm not much
of a breakfast person but I pour myself a bowl of cereal.  About halfway
through pouring the milk the doorbell rings.  I leave my bowl on the
counter and go answer the door.

   It's her.  She's at my door.

   I manage a weak "hey" and feel myself flush a bit.

   "Morning, Dad was wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner out
tonight.  His treat." She asked.

   "Let me ask.  Mom!  The people in our old place want to treat us to
dinner tonight.  Can we go?"

   My heart races as I wait for her to answer.

   After what seems like an eternity she finally says "Absolutely.  Where
are they thinking of going?" Alyssa pokes her head in the door a bit.  "Up
to you guys, we have no idea what's around here." As she leans past me I
catch her scent; she smells like an angel.  I am so glad I still have that
sock in; I can feel myself warm up down there.

   "It's up to you, Sierra." Mom says.

   I try to make it look like I'm thinking while I take a moment to collect
myself.  I want somewhere where I can sit close to Alyssa so I suggest a
small local place called Nicholls.

   "It's a date!  We'll swing by around five," she says turning to go.

   As she turns she brushes against me.  Her arm travels across my chest
and her leg presses against mine.  Now I'm really glad for that sock, I
know that when I check it next it will have that stuff all over it.

   "See you at five!" I call after her as she runs back to her place.

   "I have a lot of thinking to do today" I tell myself.  "This is way more
than a crush."

   I wolf down my cereal, which is quickly getting soggy and start working
through the stack of kitchen boxes.  Half my time is spent asking Mom where
she wants everything put, the rest I spent thinking about Alyssa.  The
first thing I decide to tackle is what has drawn me to her?  Was it because
the first time we had contact I felt her bum?  Was it her scent?  Why do I
feel this way about a girl?  Mom has couple of gay friends, did they
somehow influence me?

   My mind wanders back to touching her bum in the stairway.  I can feel
its shape and firmness again.  It's something that only Alyssa and I know,
and she doesn't even know that I know.  Maybe it's not the physical things
drawing me in.  She is incredibly nice and I get the feeling we're a lot
alike.  She loved the blue of my old room and seemed as taken by the view
as I had been.  We even seem to have the same taste in clothes.  I need to
get to know her a lot more.  Without a doubt she is going to be one of my
best friends ever.

   Chapter 4.

   It takes me a few hours to get what I can reach of the kitchen unpacked.
In the very last box I open I find a mug I made at an art class Mom and I
went to with one of my friends who moved away over the summer.  Our names
are painted on it, Sierra and Sarah.  Did I like Sarah the way I like
Alyssa?  I don't think so.  I'd never seen the runny nose stuff before
Alyssa and I'd even seen Sarah naked a couple of time by accident.  I
certainly wasn't intoxicated by her scent.  I have a picture of her in my
room and was curious what would happen if I looked at it feeling they way I
do now.



   "I've got the kitchen as done as I can.  Can I go get my room finished?"
I ask Mom.

   "Let's grab some lunch and then you can.  What do you want?"

   "How about grilled cheese?" I said, knowing full well I'd be the one
washing the dishes later.

   "I'll take two," Mom says as she keeps working.

   Lunch is good but it's only a roadblock in my day.  The instant I'm done
eating I rinse my plate and head for my room.  I wish I could remember what
box that picture is in.  I work through the boxes so if Mom comes in she
won't sense how desperately I need to find the picture.  I find things I
thought I'd lost; the program from my grand-mother's funeral, the padlock
for my locker, and some jewelry I'd thought I left in the hotel during our
last trip to Buffalo.  The picture of Alyssa is right on top when I open
the box.  Sarah was nine when the picture was taken and looks a lot like
Alyssa but I don't feel the same connection or any tingling.  What is it
about this girl I barely know that is driving me wild?

   I'm about to sit down on my bed and go through all my interactions with
Alyssa when Mom knocks on my bedroom door.

   "Alyssa and her dad will be picking us up soon; if you are going to grab
a shower before we go you'd better get in there."

   "Yeah, I think I'd better."

   If nothing else I should change the sock.  I take the matching sock from
the drawer, stuff it in the waistband of my track pants and head for the
shower.  I close and lock the door then undress.  The moment of truth is
here; did my brush with Alyssa have the effect I thought it did?  I pick up
my panties and pull the sock from their tangled clutches.  There's a good
amount of that stuff but it's not enough to have even soaked through one
layer.  I'm still glad I put it in though, that one layer of sock is not
much thicker than my panties.  As I start turning on the tap I get a blast
of water from the shower head; Mom forgot to reset the shower.  I quickly
turn it off, set the water nice and hot then get in.

   I wash really quickly; I want to explore that spot I found during my
last shower.  I stand with my legs shoulder width apart, lean back a bit
and look down.  The water rolls over my shoulders and down there.  I take a
deep breath and spread myself with my left hand.  It's really hard to see
anything so I guess I'm going in blindly.  Another deep breath and I trace
my finger from the top of down there, down towards my bum.  Not even an
inch in I find what I'm after.  This instant my finger touches it my knees
nearly give out from under me.  It feels like the power button on our
television remote, so I settle on calling it my button.  I slide my finger
over it again, this time back to front.  Bits of my dream about Alyssa
skinny dipping flash before my eyes and my knees get so weak I barely have
time to catch myself before I fall.  I decide that I need to do this in bed
so I don't get hurt, plus Mom will be knocking on the door soon.

   I turn off the shower and get dressed, including my extra sock.  I've
always been told I look cuter with my hair up so it goes up in a pony tail.
The rest of the time until Alyssa arrives is spent fine tuning my room,
getting it back to just how it was before the move so I can find what I
need without thinking.

   Chapter 5.

   The door bell rings at exactly five.  I fly down the stairs so fast I
slip and take a couple of stairs on my bum.

   "I've got it," I yell.

   I open the door and there she is; my sweet Alyssa.  She's fresh from the
shower and smells like strawberries.  Her hair is down and she is smiling
even more than I am.

   "You guys ready?" she asks.

   "Of course.  Are we going in your car or ours?"

   "Ours is fine," Mom says as she aims the remote out the door to unlock
the van.

   We all pile in and head to Nicholls.  Mom gives Alyssa's dad, who's name
is Mike, a bit of a tour as we go across town.  I point out a couple of
places to Alyssa; the good park, the bad one, the mall, and our school.

   Nicholls is packed.  The waitress leads us to a booth.  Mike and Mom sit
on one side while Alyssa and I take the other.  Mom hands me her purse and
I put it on the bench next to me.

   "So what's good here?" asks Mike.

   "Pretty much anything, but I usually end up with the steak sandwich,"
says Mom.



   "The chicken fingers are good too.  They make them fresh for you," I
tell Alyssa.

   I use the chance to lean in to smell her hair.  I've never smelled
anything so beautiful; it drives right through me and makes my button
tingle.

   "Can I get a Shirley Temple, Mom?" I ask.

   "A what?" asks Alyssa.

   "A Shirley Temple.  It's a drink for kids that looks like a cocktail. 
It has ginger ale, this yummy red syrup and a maraschino cherry," I
explain.

   "Dad?"

   "Go for it, this certainly qualifies as a special occasion," says Mike.

   The waitress takes our orders and goes to get our food.  Mom ends up
with the steak sandwich as usual, Mike gets meatloaf, and Alyssa and I get
the chicken fingers.

   "So what is there to do for fun here?" asks Alyssa.



   "This is a big soccer town during the summer and during the winter it's
hockey of course.  The mall's OK.  Other than that not a lot," I say.

   "Ooh, soccer," says Alyssa.  "Are you any good?"

   "I can hold my own.  I play forward, what about you?" I ask

   "Wing-back, usually left."

   Our drinks arrive and Alyssa takes a sip.  "I think we have a new winner
in the favorite drink category," says Alyssa as she takes another big sip.



   "I knew you'd like it.  How long have you been playing?"



   "As long as I can remember.  How good is the team for our age?"

   "We just about made the provincial finals last year," I tell her.

   "Where do I sign up?"



   "Well we're already two months into the season so the only way you could
get on the team now is if someone pulls out or gets cut."

   "Well that sucks," Alyssa says.

   "You may not have to wait that long, our goalie is thinking about
pulling out.  She wants to take up dancing instead."

   Our food comes and conversation ends while we eat.  Alyssa and Mike are
definitely enjoying their food.  My hand brushes across Alyssa's as I reach
for the ketchup.  Her skin is so smooth it sends a chill through me from
head to toe.

   "You girls seem to be clicking really well," says Mike.

   I wonder what he would think if he knew how I already felt about his
daughter.

   Alyssa puts her hand on mine.  "Like two peas in a pod."

   It takes everything I have to not jump out of my skin, but somehow I
manage to say "We're ten, we get along with pretty much anyone."

   "Oh come on, it's like you've been friends for years," says Mom.

   "It does kind of feel like that," I say.  "She even likes the blue of my
old room."

   "It feels like it's always summer," says Alyssa.

   My heart skips a beat.

   "That's exactly why I chose it."



   "Maybe the girls would like to have a slumber party tonight.  It's the
least I can do as a thank you for dinner," says Mom.

   Alyssa and I look at each other, then at Mike.

   "How much of your room have you unpacked?" he asks Alyssa.

   "I've got two boxes left I think and those are my school supplies."



   "And what about the boxes I assigned you in the living room?"

   "Just one, the last of the books."

   Mike fakes thinking and finally says "I guess I can spare you for a
while."

   Alyssa hops and gives Mike a big hug.

   "I don't want to see you home until at least after lunch young lady."



   The moment is bittersweet, a night with Alyssa but no chance to explore
my button.  I guess that can wait.  I can tell I'm making that stuff.  I'll
have to sneak the sock out at some point, it might show under pajamas.

   Chapter 6.

   Both the rest of dinner and the trip home pass uneventfully.  Alyssa and
I talk soccer the whole way.

   "I'll run home and grab some pajamas and clothes for tomorrow," Alyssa
says once we're home.

   "Sounds good.  Can we move the spare T.V.  and DVD player into my room
for tonight?" I ask Mom.

   "Sure, just make sure it's on your desk all the way this time.  I'm not
replacing it again."

   Alyssa shoots me a look.

   "My friend Michelle knocked the last one on the floor," I explain.

   "Gotcha'.  I'll be back in a few."

   I make a beeline for the basement to grab the DVD player and some
movies. A few minutes later Mom brings in the T.V.  and pushes it right
against the wall.

   "I'll be back with some pop and snacks later," Mom says.

   "Thanks."

   I untangle the cords and get our entertainment hooked up.

   The doorbell rings.  She's here.  I run down and open the door.  She's
got her backpack over her shoulder and a bag of chips in her hands.  She
has already changed into pajamas, a tank top and long bottoms.  I can see
she has started developing breasts, the lucky bum; her tank top does little
to hide the gentle curve.

   "Come on in.  I'm in the back bedroom.  Don't mind all the boxes."

   I move to the side so she can come in.  Her bum moves up and down with
each step she takes.  I flash on feeling it and another pulse flows through
me.  I follow Alyssa upstairs into my room and hang my "don't you dare come
in without knocking" sign on my door.

   "Not in your jammies yet?"

   "Didn't get a chance, had to get the T.V.  set up."

   "Ah, why don't I give you minute to get changed?  Where's the bathroom?"

   "To your right, outside the other bedroom."

   The instant Alyssa shuts the door behind her I grab clean pajamas and
panties from my dresser.  I strip and toss my clothes from the day in my
laundry hamper.  The sock is about as wet as it was when I checked it after
my shower.  Just as wet in a couple of hours.  I can't risk this showing
while Alyssa is here so I frantically look for something a bit more
discrete to use.  I find an old Barbie dress in the bottom of a box in my
closet, better than nothing I guess.  I slip my panties on then tuck the
dress in place.  I step into my pajama bottoms and pull them up.  Just as
they are passing over my knees Alyssa walks in.

   "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Alyssa says turning bright red.

   She doesn't stop looking though.

   My heart racing, I quickly pull on a shirt.  She just saw me half-naked
and didn't look away.  Do I have the same effect on her?  Alyssa slips into
my room, closes the door and sits on the edge of my bed.

   "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare," she says.

   "I'm sorry too; I shouldn't have taken so long to change."

   I sit down next to her, our legs touching.

   "So what movie should we watch?" I ask trying to change the topic so she
won't feel so awkward.



   She flips through the stack and picks out Monsters Inc.

   "One of my favorites," she says.  "It was the first movie I saw without
having Dad in the same theater.

   "Lucky, Mom still insists on going with me even if I bring a small army
of friends."

   "What kind of chips are those?"

   "Plain, it was all we had."

   "Nothing wrong with plain sometimes."

   I put the movie on, flop back down on the bed and prop myself up against
the wall.  Alyssa joins me.  She looks me straight in the eyes and says,

   "I really am sorry I stared.  I've only seen myself before."

   "It was a first for me too," I say laughing a bit to hopefully lighten
the mood a bit more

   I may be saying the socially acceptable things but I certainly don't
mean them.  This new me loves the fact Alyssa saw me; it also wishes it had
happened the other way around.

   "So why did you guys move here?" I ask.

   "Dad was transferred here for work."

   "What does he do?"

   "He's a conductor.  He starts with your symphony in the fall.  We came
early to get settled before I start school."

   "Do you know who your teacher is?"

   "Mrs.  Colling, I think.  Does that sound right?"

   "Yup, she's the only sixth grade teacher in our school.  There's a rumor
going around she's having a baby next spring so we may get someone
different."

   "Is she nice?"

   I get the feeling we're not going to get to watch much of the movie.

   "From what I hear.  She's really young for a teacher though, last year
was her first year."



   "It'll be a nice change.  My teacher this past year retired."

   She rolls her head to the side; it comes to rest against my shoulder.

   "What about your friends?  What are they like?"

   "Soccer nuts like us mostly.  If you can put up with me you'll be fine."

   I open the chips.

   "Well we've known each other for what, three days now, and I've already
managed to walk in on you changing.  If we can still sit here and talk
after that, I think we're set," Alyssa says.



   "Very true."

   We cuddle up against each other and watch the rest of the movie,
laughing at all the same parts, and even tearing up a bit at the end.



   "Your pick for the next movie," Alyssa says once the credits roll.

   I go through the stack and find The Princess Diaries.

   "How about this?"

   "Sure."

   "Can you get it started?  I need a potty break."



   "Yeah go for, just knock before you come back in," she laughs.

   Chapter 7.

   I head for the bathroom, not really needing to go potty but needing to
check the Barbie dress.  After locking the door I pull down my bottoms and
reach down to grab the dress.  The instant my fingers find it I can tell
it's soaked through and that whole area is fever hot.  I really want to
explore myself right now but since I can't.  I tuck the dress back in
against me, flush and wash my hands really well.



   I knock on my door.

   "Is it safe?"

   "Yeah," answers Alyssa.

   "Miss me?"

   "Of course.  Shall we get this show on the road?"

   I flop back down on the bed and get comfy.



   "Ready when you are."

   She hits play.  This time we actually watch the movie.  About halfway
through I find my hand resting on her leg.  If she notices Alyssa says
nothing.  I can't help myself and rub her leg gently.  She turns and smiles
at me.



   "Can I help you?" she asks.

   I want to scream that I want to explore with her but I make myself say,

   "Sorry, got lost in the movie."

   She winks and says, "Gotcha."

   I feel myself get hotter down there.  How am I going to make it the
night?  Just before the end of the movie, about ten, Mom knocks on the
door.



   "You girls alive in there?"

   "Yeah, come in," Alyssa says.

   "I brought you those drinks I promised, and some dip for those chips,"
says Mom.

   I get up and grab them.

   "Thanks Mom."

   "If you need anything I'll be up for another couple of hours," Mom says.

   Mom closes the door and heads to her room.  I hear her T.V.  come on.

   "She never makes it a couple of hours," I laugh.  "She'll be out in
twenty minutes or so."

   I'm not really sure why I tell Alyssa that part, it was more for me.

   "So it's my pick again I guess," says Alyssa.

   "Looks that way," I say as I pass her the stack of DVD s.

   "How about something funny?  Scary Movie 2?"

   "Go for it," I say, knowing I will probably be out before it's over.

   "My turn for a potty break," Alyssa says getting up.

   As she gets up her bottoms ride down a bit and I catch a glimpse of her
panties.  They are pink with little yellow flowers on them and it drives me
even wilder.  I nearly reach out to touch them.

   As soon as Alyssa is safely in the bathroom I hop up.  The dress isn't
going to cut it; I get up and get a sock.  I pull out the soaking wet
dress, hide it in my laundry and slip the sock in its place.  I barely
manage to get it in before Alyssa knocks.



   "All clear," I say.

   She comes back in and gets comfy again.  I start the movie and pull a
blanket up over me.

   "How can you be cold?" Alyssa asks.

   "Not cold, just getting really cozy."

   Alyssa picks up the remote and starts the movie.

   "Mind if I join you?"

   I unfold the blanket and drape it over her legs.

   We hear Mom's T.V.  turn off around eleven.

   "I told you she wouldn't make it.  Let's go raid the kitchen, this dip
needs to get back in the fridge plus I know where there's some chocolate."

   The word chocolate is like a firecracker under Alyssa.  She gets up and
heads downstairs, I follow.  As she turns the corner on the stairs she
steps on the cuff of her bottoms.  They lower just a bit, but it's enough
for me to see her panties again, and even a bit of bum crack.  I nearly
trip myself.  The skin there looks just as soft as her hands, if not more
so.  I stop for a second, compose myself and join her in the kitchen.

   "The chocolate is in the cupboard to your left," I say.

   She opens the cupboard and finds the stash.

   "Wow, we'd get so sick if we ate all that."

   "Yeah, I did that once and was sick for days."

   She grabs us each a couple of bars and we head back up to my room.  I
look down to Mom's room, the light is off and she is snoring up a storm. 
We both laugh.

   "So now that it's just us, what do you really want to do?" asks Alyssa
as she closes the door behind us.

   "What do you mean?  Aren't you enjoying the movies and hanging out?

   "Of course, but it's rather lame for a slumber party."

   "True, I was just planning on getting to know you tonight.  How we've
been talking is what I've been hoping for," I say.

   "There's a happy middle.  How about some truth or dare?"

   "I guess we could, we'd have to be quiet, Mom can be a light sleeper at
times."



   "Fair enough.  I'll take a dare."



   I take a moment to think.  How far can I push her?  Even if I did go a
bit far how would she react?  I decide to play it safe to start with.

   "I dare you to..." I pause for a second to think.  "I dare you to draw a
heart around your belly button with a marker."



   "Accepted," she says as she gets up.

   Alyssa opens my desk, finds a blue marker and lies out on the bed.  She
lifts her top up right to just below her young breasts.  Her belly is flat
and rises gently as she breathes.  She takes the cap off the marker and
draws the heart.  I almost envy the marker.



   "How's it look?" she asks.

   "Dare complete.  I'll take a truth."

   She only pauses for a moment then asks, "Have you had your first kiss?"

   I tell her, "No."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't like anyone like that."

   That was a bold-faced lie, but it seems to satisfy her for now.

   "I'll take a truth," says Alyssa.

   "Was earlier really the first time you've seen someone other than
yourself even partly naked?"

   Alyssa takes a deep breath, her whole chest and belly rises then falls.
She props herself up on her elbows and leans forward, the front of her tank
top gaping a bit.  I sit up a bit for a better angle and catch a glimpse of
nipple.  Hers are bigger around than mine and stand up like Hershey kisses
from her chest.

   "Yeah it was," she says.

   There's more to that "yeah" than meets the eye.  I will have to plan any
truth questions very carefully if I'm going to find out what it is.

   "So what's it going to be?"

   "A dare this time," I say.

   I can see that she's thinking up a big one, one that will tell me as
much about her as a truth would.

   "I dare you to kiss me," she says calmly.

   "Like a quick friend kiss?"



   "Nope, right on the lips."

   Am I hearing her right?  Do I get to kiss my sweet Alyssa as my very
first kiss?  Does she feel the same way about me?  There is only one way to
find out.  I move closer and look her right in the eyes.  The instant our
eyes meet we both know the answer.

   Our lips meet and the fireworks go off.  We both lean into it let
instinct take over.  Our kiss is deep and intense but gentle.  The taste of
her lips like magic.  I feel her hand on my waist pulling me closer.  Our
chests meet, our rock hard nipples pressing together.  My hand slides down
her back, do I dare go under her clothes?  I throw caution to the wind and
slide my hand under her pajama bottoms and squeeze her bum.  It's just as I
remember; round, firm and perfect.  She must like it because she leans
deeper into the kiss.  I need to feel more; I slide my hand up her back a
bit then slide it back down, this time under her panties.  She moans every
so softly as I trace a finger across her bum.  Her skin is so delicate and
soft.

   Her tongue slips into my mouth and dances over mine.  I give her bum a
very firm squeeze.  Where did she learn this?  Is she going purely on
instinct like me?  I move the hand I have on her bum to her tummy and lay
her back.  I break the kiss and move down to her belly button.  I lick
around it and dip my tongue in.  Alyssa is squirming almost uncontrollably.
I kiss from her belly button up towards her chest.  Alyssa pull up her tank
top as I go, finally taking it off.  As she sits up a bit to get her top
completely off, my knee slips between her legs and comes to rest down
there; it is as hot as mine gets.  My sweet Alyssa deserves all I can give;
I give her right nipple a big wet kiss and put my hand between her legs
outside her pajamas.

   "Go under," she begs.

   I give her a pat and squeeze down there, making her back arch, before
sliding my hand under her pajamas and panties.  I hesitate for a moment;
the heat is amazing.  My hand slides down and cups her.  I can feel that
she's making that stuff too.  I suck her nipple into my mouth and press my
middle finger against her button.

   "Oh my god," gasps Alyssa.

   "Did you know that was there?" I ask.



   "Fuck no.  Thank you."



   She kisses the top of my head.  It isn't my button, but still it's a
chance to play with one.  I make a very small, light circle over Alyssa's
button.  It's like Alyssa's possessed.  Her back arches and she moans.

   "Shh, you'll wake my Mom," I say.

   "I can't help it, it feels like every part of me is screaming for more,"
Alyssa says, starting to pant a bit.

   "Moan into your arm," I suggest.

   Alyssa puts her arm across her face.

   "Can I finish stripping you?" I ask as I make another circle on her
button.

   She gasps into her arm and nods her head.  I slip my hand out from under
her clothes and hook my fingers under the waistbands.

   "Bum up," I command.

   "Yes ma'am!" says Alyssa.

   I can feel my button starting to ache as I slide the rest of her clothes
from her perfect body and as quickly as that Alyssa is lying completely
naked on my bed.  Her chest is heaving and there is a delicate shimmer of
sweat on her forehead.  There is an intoxicating scent rising from every
square ianch of her.  I lean in for a kiss.

   "I've wanted this from the instant I saw you, I just didn't know it."

   "Me too, my love," she says before she can stop herself.

   "You love me?"

   She pauses for a moment, kisses me again, and then pauses again.

   "I love you, Sierra."

   I can't believe she said it.  The instant the words reach my ear I know
what I have to say.

   "I love you too, Alyssa."

   I pull my shirt off and lay beside her.  My hand goes back between her
legs and I find her button.



   "Promise me something?" asks Alyssa.

   "Anything."

   "Let's never be apart, ever."

   That's just what my mind and heart needed to hear.  I press on her
button and then ask what I know she wants.

   "Marry me, Alyssa."

   "Fuck yes!" she moans, her hips pressing down against my finger.

   "Right now, let's be secret wives," I say making fast circles on her
button.

   She thrashes about, chest heaving.

   "I am your wife until the day I die."

   "And I am your wife until the day I die," I echo.

   That sets something off in her, her hips buck and my middle finger slips
from her button and inside her a bit.

   She moans louder than ever into her arm.

   "What did you just do?"

   "My finger went inside you," I say.  "It slipped when you moved."

   "It feels like pure love," she says.  "Push your finger in more."

   "It's really tight.  Are you sure?"

   She reaches down and pushes my finger deeper inside her.  She sighs as
my finger goes in up to my knuckle and then gasps in a bit of pain.

   "Did I hurt you?"

   "Yeah, it hurts.  Don't go any deeper."

   "OK, should I go back to your button?"

   "Do both if you can, having something in there is amazing."

   I pull my finger in her out just a bit so it doesn't hurt her and use my
index finger on her button.  In seconds she is moaning and thrashing about.
There is so much of that stuff down there and it smells like heaven.  My
middle finger is sliding in and out of her tight inside place with no
resistance and my index finger is working her button in time with her hips
when something happens.

   Alyssa's face looks like she is going to scream but no sound comes out.
Her hips rocks hard and her insides grab at my fingers.

   "Don't stop," Alyssa begs.

   I keep rubbing her button as she keeps gasping, moaning, and pressing
her hips down against my fingers.  There is so much of that stuff now; my
hand is as slick as she is.  When

   she finally relaxes, she turns to me and gives me a deep kiss.  I take
my finger out of her and rest my arm across her tummy.

   "Holy shit that was amazing!  I felt it all over."

   "What did it feel like?" I ask.

   "My body went all tense, and then I shook all over," she explained.

   "Inside and out.  Your insides were grabbing at my finger pretty hard."

   "Really?  That is so cool.  It was so intense I'm still tingling."



   "You made a mess of my blanket too," I point between her legs.

   "Shit, sorry.  What is that stuff?"

   "No idea, but I've had some as well," I say.

   Alyssa takes my hand, which is still slick and wet, and sniffs it.

   "It smells nice," she says as she licks her stuff off my index finger.
"It tastes nice too, a bit sweet and salty."

   I lick the stuff off my thumb.

   "It tastes like love to me," I say.  "I bet I've got a lot down there
myself.  I've kept a sock in my panties just in case"

   "Show me?"

   I can't very well say no so I get up and pull my bottoms off.  Alyssa
laughs a bit when she sees the sock sticking out from my panties.  She
rolls onto her side and pulls it out.

   "When did you put this in?"

   "Your last trip to the bathroom.  Why?"



   "It's really wet."

   I snatch it back.  She's not kidding.

   "Wow, that's the most I've made."

   "Must be the company," she says, winking.

   "Must be."

   I turn so I'm facing away from Alyssa and look back over my shoulder.  I
wiggle my bum and take my panties off before lying down beside Alyssa.

   "My turn," I say.

   Instead of putting her hand down there and rubbing me, she slides down
to the foot of my bed.

   "I want to taste you.  Spread your legs," she says looking up at me.

   I move to the middle of the bed, lay back and pull my feet up to my bum.
Alyssa moves in and spread my legs.  She leans down and blows air on me.  A
chill runs through me and I bunch up the blanket in my hands.  A soft moan
escapes.  If that is how just air feels, contact is going to be pure
heaven. She touches the tip of her tongue to my button.  My back arches and
my hands go to my chest on their own.  As I rub my nipples Alyssa licks me
down there.  I gasp as the rough surface of her tongue finds my button.

   "You taste like magic," Alyssa says.

   "Your tongue is the magic," I say.

   As I say the word "magic" Alyssa slips a finger inside me and sucks on
my button.  I push my hips down against her.  Alyssa's finger goes deeper
in me.  It hurts a lot and then her finger goes way deeper.  The pain feels
good in contrast to her tongue so I don't stop her.  Alyssa works her
finger in and out slowly in time with her tongue.  I reach down and run my
fingers through her hair.

   "You taste so good," Alyssa says peeking up over my tummy.

   "You feel so good.  Put another finger in me," I say.

   "You're the boss."

   Alyssa gives me a big lick from just above my bum to my button which
makes my hips buck.  As my hips settle she pulls out the finger she has in
me and then replaces it with the two I asked for.  The tightness and
stretching does it, I feel all my muscles clamp down and then shake.  My
button throbs with each pulse that runs through me.  Alyssa keeps licking
me as the waves take me.

   "I love you Alyssa," I moan.

   When they finally stop she lies beside me, her face wet with my stuff. I
lower my legs and give her a deep kiss.  My stuff tastes just like she
said; sweet and salty.  I wipe her face clean with my panties and we cuddle
up close.

   Chapter 8.

   I drape my arm across Alyssa and close my eyes.

   "I can't believe we did that," Alyssa says after what seems like an
eternity.

   "Me either, but I'm glad we did.  I would've exploded if we didn't."

   "When did you know you love me?"

   "When you said you loved the color of my old room, I think.  It's a
really odd shade and there had to be a connection if you liked it.  When
did you know?"

   "The instant I saw you."

   Alyssa grabs my arm and pulls me closer and we lose ourselves in the
feel of our naked bodies against each other.

   "We're going to have to do something about the blanket," I say.

   "I'll 'accidentally' spill some pop where our stuff is.  What time
should we expect your mom up?"

   "Seven or so, we've got loads of time.  Right now I just want to hold
you and talk."

   "Sounds like a plan.  I think this should stay our secret; I can totally
see our parents freaking out.

   "Agreed.  Is there anything you want to know about me?" I ask.

   "How old are you?"

   "Ten, eleven in September.  You?"



   "Eleven on the 24th."

   "Well happy early birthday, Alyssa," I say letting my fingers dance
across her chest.

   "Thank you, Sierra."

   "Any time," I say and give her a peck on the cheek.

   "You'd better be coming to my party."



   "Couldn't pay me to miss it.  What's on your list?"



   "Clothes, books, movies; my guess is that if you like it, I will too."

   "I'll have to introduce you to my other friends so you actually have a
guest list," I offered.

   "Dad says five people at most."

   "I can get that filled easy," I say.

   "Thanks," Alyssa says and then kisses me.

   "I'm kinda jealous," I say.

   "Why's that?"

   "Your boobs are coming in," I say tracing a finger around the barely
noticeable mound under her nipple.

   "Yeah, I got excited when I first noticed them but they are sore
sometimes.  I guess that's from them growing so fast; I only noticed them a
few weeks ago," Alyssa explained.

   "You're still lucky," I reassure her.

   "I guess so," she says.

   "Do they feel better when I rub them?" I ask.



   "A bit, yeah," Alyssa says smiling at me.

   Alyssa relaxes a bit as I gently rub around her nipples as we talk and
falls asleep about an hour later.  The sight of my sweet secret wife lying
naked in my bed is more than enough to keep me awake.  I spend the time
learning every curve of her beautiful form.  When the clock hit five I
decide to wake her up so we can hide the traces of our adventures.

   "Hey sleepy head, time to get cleaned up," I say stroking her cheek.



   "What time is it?"

   "Five."

   "Time to get dressed and 'spill' my pop?"

   "Yeah, here are your clothes," I say.

   I sneak a last glimpse of Alyssa's naked body and we get dressed.  It
feels so unnatural to see her with clothes on.



   "Oops, I spilled," Alyssa says.

   "Oh no, it's all over my blanket.  I guess we'll have to change it," I
say faking concern.

   We make the bed and flake out like we fell asleep talking.

   Chapter 9.

   A couple of hours later Mom knocks on the door and we head downstairs
for breakfast.



   "How was your night?" Mom asks.

   Alyssa and I shoot each other a look then I answer, "Pretty good.  We
watched movies and talked `til midnight."

   "That's it?  I'm surprised you weren't up all night," says Mom.

   "Yeah, we're still a bit tired from all the unpacking," says Alyssa.

   "Fair enough.  What do you want to do today?" Mom asks.

   "When does Alyssa have to go home?" I ask.

   "In time for dinner."

   "How about the mall?  I've got some allowance saved up," I say.

   "I guess so.  We've got some time before we can head over; it doesn't
open `til nine," Mom says,

   "Would you mind if I grabbed a shower?" Alyssa asks.

   "Go for it.  There are towels under the sink and use whatever shampoo
and soap you want," Mom says.

   Alyssa finishes her cereal and goes for her shower.

   "You two really seem to have hit it off," Mom says.

   "Yeah, she's a lot of fun.  We even like all the same things," I say.

   "Is she as much of a soccer nut as you are?"

   "At least, probably more."

   "Good thing Marie is planning on leaving the team," Mom says.

   "Yup.  Do you have to stay with us the whole time we're at the mall?" I
ask.

   "We'll see how busy it is."

   "Fair enough," I say.

   A few minutes I hear the shower turn off Alyssa calls down the stairs.

   "Sierra, can you come up here?"



   I run up the stairs to my room.

   "Yeah?"

   Alyssa lowers her voice and says, "I forgot to pack panties and all I
have for bottoms is a pair of shorts."

   I instantly warm up down there.

   "Grab a pair of mine; top drawer, left side," I say.

   "Thanks, gorgeous," she says and gives me a peck on the cheek.

   "Any time, sugar," I say winking.

   The thought of Alyssa wearing a pair of my panties is driving me insane,
so I get some clothes and head for the shower myself.  My panties are wet
again; I guess it's another sock day.  I hop into the shower and wash
quickly.  After I get dressed I toss my jammies in my laundry hamper and go
to grab a sock from my drawer.  I open the drawer and see something odd; a
single sock sitting right on top.  I guess I used its mate yesterday until
I see a piece of paper sticking out from the stack of panties.

   Dear Sierra, I also borrowed a sock ;) Love Alyssa

   I hide the note in my diary then grab the unmatched sock and tuck it in
my panties; it's definitely going to be one of those days.



   "Let's go girls, it's nearly nine," Mom yells.

   By the time I get downstairs Mom is already outside and Alyssa is
putting her sandals on.  As she bends down I can see the lines of my
panties under her shorts.



   "I got your note," I say really quietly.

   "I hope you don't mind."

   "Not at all, I've got the matching sock."

   Alyssa gives my bum a pat, heads out the door, and says, "I'll be right
back I'm going to go grab my money."

   Chapter 10.

   On the way to the mall I show Alyssa a few more places; our home soccer
field, the dollar store, and a great little bakery.  As soon as I can see
the mall parking lot I get excited.  It's mostly empty.



   "Mom said that if the mall isn't too busy we can shop on our own," I
tell Alyssa.



   "I'm going to say it's a go.  You've got your cell right?" say Mom.

   "Yes!" Alyssa and I say at the same time.

   "And yes I do," I add.

   "Which end do you want to start at?" asks Mom.

   "This one," I say.  "That way we can meet up in the food court for
lunch."

   "O.K., I'll meet you for lunch at eleven." says Mom.

   The instant Mom puts the van in park, Alyssa and I are out the door.  By
the time Mom has the van shut off and locked, we are steps from the mall
doors.

   "This mall is huge," says Alyssa.

   "Not really, you should see Vaughan Mills.  I can't do the whole thing
in one day."

   "How far away is it?" asks Alyssa.

   "Two, maybe three hours," I tell her.

   "That sucks."

   "Tell me about it, the food court is three times the size of the one
here."

   "I'm sure we can figure out a way to get your Mom or my Dad to take us,"
say Alyssa.

   "So, what store first?" I ask.

   "Depends, how much money do you have?"



   "Sixty plus this," I say pulling a pile of change from my pocket.

   "Holy crap, you're loaded," says Alyssa.  "I've only got thirty."

   "I'll have to get you into the dog walking scene.  You'd be surprised
what people will pay, especially in the winter.  I made something like $200
over the winter," I tell Alyssa.

   "Thanks.  How about Old Navy first?" she asks.

   "Sure."

   I grab Alyssa's hand and we head to Old Navy, which is right inside the
entrance we came in.  We work our way to the back of the store picking out
shirts, jammies, and Alyssa finds a cute dress with a low cut front and
when she tries it on it's just barely long enough to cover her bum.

   She twirls and asks, "What do you think?"

   "It's so you.  It's on me," I say.

   "Aww, thanks," says Alyssa hugging me tight.

   The rest of our day was uneventful.  Alyssa went home around four with a
promise to come over as much as we could get away with.  I can't believe I
found someone like her; I knew it was the start of something amazing.

   Stay tuned for Part 2