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 She wanted to travel south this year.  Far enough down that the sky became
a turbulent throb of color from the vein of space, and an eternal sunset
melted itself into the retinas of the world.  And between here and that
place were endless stretches of yellow beaches, marking the end of a dark
sea illuminated by neon green plankton, dividing that cold and callous
world from the wild heat of the rain forest.  Where the days were marked by
an electric blue sky, and the moonlight at night rendered palm trees blue
and made rippley reflections on the water.  She could fly high enough that
the world was a giant blue crystal of water and sail into clouds like
icebergs in the sky, emerge soaking wet and sun herself dry on a pretty
beach lagoon.

   To the ears of her mother, her father, or anyone else her dreams were
always laughed away.  Elise hated more than anything to be laughed at. 
She'd rather be scolded.  At least that meant that she was being taken
seriously.  She hated the patronizing, trivial way that people regarded
her. Elise hated being ignored when she spoke.  Her father had told her she
sounded like a hippie when she had said to him, verbatim, that she
sometimes preferred stillness over action, saying she wanted to be able to
"hear the music from space, that the world drowns out and ignores
sometimes".  Likewise was she ignored, dismissed with a laugh and an aloud
wondering from her father, who debated how soon her possessions would reek
of bong water, and contemplated when his daughter would change her name to
Moonbeam and join a commune.

   Elise didn't know what bong water was.  Her brother explained it had
something to do with smoking.  Her dad smoked a lot, she'd often take his
cigarette butts from the ashtray and make them into foul smelling, nicotine
stained daisies by pulling the fibers of the filters apart.  Because her
father was of the habit of smoking each down to the filter, the melted bit
in the middle would hold the `petals' on.  Elise stuck one on her daddy
once with a piece of tape before he went out to work, but he didn't think
it was very funny.  He actually scolded her that time.  It didn't make her
any more satisfied though.

   Yes, she wanted so badly to travel south.  But she remembered that in
South America March meant the dawn of Winter, which was always too sad of a
time for her to stand.  Maybe that's why Elise told only Dean her fantasies
now.  Because Elise knew that if she took such a trip she would have to
take him.  Someone to keep her warm, someone to cross the breeze with,
someone to share a newfound rakish attitude with, more than a witness, a
partner.

   She had been seeing more of Dean lately.  Around her parents she had to
call him Mr.  Garrett.  Dean still sounded odd from her lips.  Such a
serious, grown up name.  It betrayed the innocence of their former
relationship, and added new sparkle somehow, as if it needed it.  Or maybe
it was just this new light that was beginning to be cast on them.

   Mr.  Garrett had dated her mother for a few weeks a long time ago, back
when she was barely seven.  Her mother and father had been divorced since
right after she was born, Elise's mom was only 18 when she was pregnant
with her, and she still looked very young, a slight and pretty blonde who
always wore short skirts and bright lipstick.  Elise looked very much like
her mother, but got light black hair from her Italian father, along with
his deep black eyes that made her look so childish and beautiful, as if her
pupils were constantly in awe.  She had always noticed how much Dean seemed
to love to stare into them.  Even when she was very young, and they did not
yet know each other very well he would get in so close to her when he spoke
to her.  In a soft voice that countered his countenance with adults.  Wo
close their noses would almost touch and she would be mesmerized by the
closeness of his breath, his lips...

   At twelve years old now she was, as an infinite number of old ladies
told her, a "very pretty girl", and when she looked into the mirror she
almost saw what they were talking about.  She was tiny, everything about
her was petite and bite sized, from her waist to her little chest to her
thin little legs.  Smooth white skin that often blushed.  Soft blackish
brown hair that was light and a bit short, falling just above her
shoulders. Precious pink lips.  Sometimes she liked to borrow her mommy's
lipstick in secret.  That drove Dean wild, for reasons she had for so long
misunderstood.

   It made her feel so weird to think about his rough hewn but still
youthful face, inches away from her luscious, painted lips, their noses
scraping each other, feeling each other's panting breaths... Hugs where he
would hold her so close, and she'd avoid smudging the lipstick on his nice
white shirts... his arms nearly the diameter of her body, their chests
press flat together.

   Blush was a cosmetic she had no concern for around him.

   No.  It didn't take long for her to develop a close friendship with her
mother's boyfriend... as a matter of fact, when he was over it seemed
almost as if he paid more attention to her than to her mother.  He always
had a little present for her, a little joke for her to timidly laugh at,
something to entice her, whether it was a new cologne or simply a pleasant
demeanor.

   He seemed to delight in the young girl and her fanciful, marvelous black
eyes.  Her tinyness.  They developed a tendency to get very close, and he
would sneak a hand onto her little thigh, or stroke her smooth, slender
tummy.  His touches always seemed to beam warm pleasure onto her body, and
her inherent shyness was soon defeated.

   Maybe it was for those reasons that mother dumped him.  In retrospect,
she recalled after hearing the heated conversation from behind a wall when
she was supposed to be in bed, Dean hadn't been phased at all.  It was as
if he had planned on it.  The only words he said were:

   "Listen though.  You know... your daughter seems to have taken a liking
to me, and it would be a shame, if she had to be a part of this break up as
well as us... I don't think it's good.  For a seven year old to have to go
through that kind of sudden dismissal.  Do you think it would be alright
if... say... I could still go to her soccer games?  I think that would be a
great idea,"

   She didn't recall what her mother's reaction was, but she remembered it
was stuttered and stunned and positive.  The only thing Elise truly
remembered of the situation was how odd his use of the word "dismissal"
seemed, and the general hypnotic nature of his end of the conversation.  He
amazed her on so many levels, on every situation he presented a surprise,
an unknown factor that she reveled in.

   That was five years ago now.  He started out going to her soccer games,
as he did before, cheering her on.  Every game she'd run up to him in her
cute little soccer outfit with her tiny shorts and loose shirt, and wrap
her arms around him.  He would pick her up and their eyes would meet, and
just before she could get hypnotized he would set her down and she would
wonder if she even had enough energy left to play.

   After soccer season ended, she saw less of him, but he would stop by at
least once a month, with a present or a surprise, and after a cursory
greeting with her mom, he was all hers for the rest of the day.

   After a while the frequency of these visits increased to once a week,
every weekend.  And the conversations he had with her mother became more
terse and customary, and eventually unnecessary.

   Pretty soon, after about a year maybe, he was permitted to take her
anywhere he wanted, no questions asked, her mother was more than happy for
some free time.  She loved it.  He would take her to the beach, to the
mountains, down to Mexico where they would shop in Tijuana and eat tacos
and avoid all the weird people, the carnival, anywhere fun.

   He delighted in seeing her smile, cute eyes buried in a mound of cotton
candy at the carnival, a body so willing to wrap itself around him, so
pliable and cute in his arms.  Every dimension of hers suggesting to him
sexual purity at the same time as pure lust to him.  Her tiny dimensions
and overwhelming beauty sufficing to knock him out.  Long legs in short
skirts that her mom let her wear... The smile that always greeted him.

   It continued that way for nearly 5 years.  Innocent, fun excursions to
parks and pretty places.  Noticing the way he admired her sweet little
bottom and tiny back in her blue and white striped bikini... Blushing when
he caught him staring up her skirt at a ladder on a playground.

   It never occurred to her that those things were anything other than
innocent or normal.  And it wouldn't have.  If things hadn't started
becoming even more different lately...

   She loved his attention.  Her parents never showed her any attention. 
Her father still more interested in chasing tail than spending time with
his daughter, her mother involved in her career... They had no time for a
daughter.  They never suspected Dean because he was a blessing to them.

   So he started taking her to, and picking her up from school.  God knew
what he did for a job... he didn't seem to have one, but he didn't have a
lack for money.  He was still young, younger than her mother even, but
drove a fancy black car, and had a big house with a Jacuzzi, and lots of
money to spend on her, even though she refused.  Or tried to.  He was a
stereotypically good looking man with a strong jaw and bold features,
fairly muscular with a head of hair down on his shoulders in a way that
reminded her altogether of a male model.  Great fashion sense too.

   She was seeing him every day now, and her friends were getting jealous
of his attention on her, despite never having met him... just seeing her
get picked up by a handsome man in that fancy car of his, it even brought a
modest smugness to her that she dared not share to the world.

   They'd hang out at his place after school now.  But usually they'd wind
up going out and hanging out in fancy cafes, or he'd take her shopping, and
watch her put on a bunch of pretty, fashionable dresses, and almost always,
to her continued shock, buy her her favorite, to the thanks of lots of hugs
and blushes.  He loved the uncomfortable way she accepted gratitude.

   Weekends were her favorite though.  Because every Friday night, he would
take her out to a fancy restaurant and she would be his date.  Just like
grown ups.  She would wear one of her beautiful dresses, and he would put
on his suit and tie and even shave and look so handsome for her, and they
would hold hands, hold arms, and she felt like the most important girl in
the world being seen with him.  She'd steal some of her mom's lipstick on
the occasion, and stain glasses of pink lemonade with it, as they ate fancy
food, and talked like mock high class rich people.

   She loved their little "dates", even if they were only for play.  But
little by little she got the impression that they weren't...

   Last time, her heart was racing because when he dropped her off home, he
had given her a full on kiss; it stopped her dead in her tracks and left
her trembling, and nearly made her faint.  It made her vision go blurry,
her world spin to feel his tongue in her mouth as she gasped for air, to
feel his hand press her head to him and his lips on hers, and the
suction... It was dizzying and she felt drunk, even though she had never
tried alcohol.  She gave him a meek smile and turned bright red.

   "I loved the feel of your lips sweetheart... so soft..."

   Her heart raced and he kissed her for a second time, more passionately
than before.  Her eyes were forced closed, and he pressed his big hand to
the small of her back, and held her so tight...

   He left after that.  Left her unable to do anything.  She spent the
whole tomorrow in bed, sighing... smiling for him.  Waiting for Monday...

   On Monday no note of the event had been made except for a wink.  They
carried on as usual, though not without the shadow of that unresolved
happening.  And finally Friday came, dinner at a fancy French restaurant on
the beach where they had both decided they disliked French food; not spicy
enough.

   This time they went back to his house.  He had walked her to the door
with a hand on the small of her back, just above her ass... she was so self
conscious of it.  Self conscious of her whole body today, her budding
little tits barely poking out of the little black dress that he had picked
out for her, one that he had bought for her a year ago that was getting so
tiny on her that it showed off too much of her legs, and was very tight
around her slim little chest.

   He glanced at her with a smirk as they came to the door.  There he
scooped her up with a yelp from her, cradled her in his big strong arms and
kicked the already open door away.  She giggled all the way to the couch,
where he dumped her.

   She righted herself and fixed her hair which had gone into a bit of
disarray, and let giddy bubbles of nervousness come from her heart out her
nose in the form of giggles.  And by the time she meekly looked to the
side, there he was, sitting right there on the couch next to her.  She
blushed.  She didn't know why but she blushed.

   She looked into her lap at her nearly bare thighs in a nervous,
submissive way... She smiled up at him, he still wore an entirely naughty
gaze and smirk on his face, that made her feel weird... as if he was
judging her, even though she knew that he would never consciously submit
her to that, and for another he had already made up his mind about her
since well in the past.  She started to feel hot and embarrassed for no
reason...

   He gently snuck a hand around her back and wrapped it around her waist.
A gesture common for him, but one that today shocked her upright,
unintentionally sticking her little chest out more for him.  She knew from
this angle her dress was playing like a peep show, with her arms scrunched
together nervously as they were he could see straight down it.  She was
ashamed in a naughty, exciting way.

   She tried to make small talk like only she could.

   "T-they had some pretty... tight security at that restaurant tonight,
didn't they.."

   He gave a gruff laugh.

   "It couldn't have been too tight.  They let me in didn't they?"

   She giggled.  There was nothing he loved more than her giggle.  It was
so honest, whereas an adults giggle so often seems so rehearsed... As self
conscious as she was now, her giggle wasn't.

   It was her favorite thing about him.  His ability to always make her
giggle.  His hand, or more specifically a finger, ran itself up and down
her side in an erotic way.

   "Hey... you know..."

   She was getting more nervous and tense by the second.  Her vision was
starting to blur.

   "I've got that Jacuzzi out there..."

   He seemed to leave the rest to suggestion, and she breathed deeply in,
and deeply out, and deep in and deep out and thought about it.

   "B-but Mi-Mister Dean- I mean Mr.  Ga- uhh... Dean... I... I don't have
my... bathing suit with me..." she ignored where it was obviously going. 
Her heart tensed up, her body trembled as he drew her uncomfortably, but
deliciously closer on the couch.

   "Heh... I don't either..."

   All of a sudden she rocketed a pissed off glance at him and forgot her
current pretensions.

   "That's a lie!!!  You LIVE here!!!  Of course you have some trunks or
something... don't you..."

   "Well... I did have some Speedos.  But I uhh ripped out of them, long
story.  you know though... we've known each other a long time and... you
know there's nothing wrong with..."

   He left the rest to suggestion again, and all of a sudden her eyes
rocketed wide open.

   "aah-a--- A-A-A... you mean...."

   She desperately looked at him with the cutest little worried look on her
face and was greeted by the most sinful look his pretty face could make. 
And slowly her head swung forward and shamefully down again.

   "Y-you... want to see me naked..."

   "Hehe, caught in the act," he smiled heartily, "can you blame me? 
You're a very pretty girl..."

   She blushed more if that was possible, and her mind taxed over this so
fiercely, the panic spreading to every part of her body and making her
tremble.  She pondered the thought of him, watching devilishly as she
pulled down her panties and took off her dress, as he studied and savored
all of her goodies.

   "Y-you want to see me... without any panties on, and... and... you want
to touch me..."

   "Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves..." she closed her eyes as he
maybe touched her a bit too close to her nipples...

   Suddenly he stopped, and her eyes shot open again, and all of a sudden
he was sitting on the couch next to her in a respectable position, with his
eyes still sly but his hand on his chin rather than her breast, and his leg
crossed over his knee for some reason as if nothing had ever happened. 
Maybe nothing had.  But she was still intoxicated, and she felt so dirty in
front of him.

   "Come on sweetie.  How long have we known each other?  This is
natural... it's not like anything has to happen.  Take your clothes off,
have some fun!  I'll take mine off too..."

   She was still so embarrassed at that prospect.  He stood up and started
loosening his tie casually, as if there was nothing to it.  She was still
panting breaths.

   On spindly, unstable little legs she stood up, and felt her heart beat
in front of him as she realized what she as about to do.  She blushed so
nervously.  His shirt was off now, showing his muscular, clean chest.

   "Come on sweetie.  I'm not wearing a shirt.  I just wanna see how pretty
that little chest of yours is... only fair"

   Her voice came in nervous little spurts.  She was so cute and tense.

   "B-but... i... if I take off my dress... you'll be able to see me
wearing nothing but... nothing but my... my panties... Dean..."

   She blushed and stared at her little black high heels.  She shuffled
them off.

   "hehe..." He started undoing his belt and her heart started racing with
the prospect now of seeing him naked...

   She looked up at him, straight in the eye.  They were about six feet
away, and she felt those studying eyes on every inch of her.  Her breath
heaved in her chest, he could see it.  And all of a sudden, timidly, she
reached down and first lifted up her skirt for him, slowly.  She wore
little white silk undies, that covered her little hips so demurely... She
was gasping for breath now, choking on it practically, as she pulled her
dress up further, and he saw her sweet little bellybutton on a tiny waist,
with such a smooth, touchable tummy... His bulge started growing even more
now.

   And finally, she took a breath, her heart racing, her pulse ramming its
way through her veins and a blush gracing her pretty cheeks, she gulped and
lifted it over her head.  And the moment she uncovered her naked, perky
nipples, the ones he had wanted for so long.  She heard such a long, loud
sigh from him... And she kept herself that way for what felt like a few
minutes, with her black dress covering her panting face as she savored the
feeling of showing off her body, her perky little chest to him... until she
finally pulled the dress all the way off, and there he was, standing there
with a perverted grin, staring a her almost completely naked.

   This felt so impossibly naughty to her... so forbidden and awkward. 
Showing off her naked body like this to him.  She arched her back so she
could see her naked chest well, and felt like she was on display in a
museum or zoo, her beating heart with no clothing to conceal.  She felt his
gaze on her little panties too, as her chest rose and fell... she felt
helpless but secure with his glance at the same time.

   His breath almost returned to normal now, but he seemed so excited,
despite trying to conceal it.

   "Aren't you forgetting something sweetie....  Your mom paid a lot of
money for those nice silk undies... you wouldn't want to mess em up... by
getting em wet..."

   She blushed some more.  She had already felt herself getting wet... How
did he know.

   She looked up at him with a guilty face, Dean still dressed only in his
nice pants.

   She put both her hands on her hips, and slipped down her undies,
exposing her naughtiest, most girlish bits to him in a way that almost made
him salivate.  So consciously and planned for him, she lifted her leg up,
affording him a great view of her little hairless private parts, and
slipping off her panties from that foot, and then shuffling them off her
other foot and leaving them on the floor.

   She stood there in front of him, completely naked, feeling the world for
once on her naked body, all her naughtiest, most secret parts uncovered. 
She was so tense and excited, but at the same time she almost wanted to
cry. He smiled at her, and walked towards her, and stared her up and down,
stared at her luscious curves... She didn't make any effort to hide
herself, she stood there, with her hands awkwardly at her side, as he
looked at her thighs, and her pussy, and her chest.

   "You're so delicious... you don't even have any hair yet sweetheart...
you're just naked down there.  Your legs are so long and sweet... Your
chest is so pert, and you're so slim and tiny....  I could fit you in my
pocket.  You tempt me, Ellie... you make me want to run my hand all over
your curves, on your chest, and your little pussy... and that great little
arch of your back... and your little neck and collar... run my finger right
down between your little tits to your..."

   His way of talking, his descriptions were agitating and made her so
horny... she barely even knew what horny meant.  He got about 3 feet from
her, before he let his belt go, and let his pants fall.  He wasn't wearing
any underwear.

   She jumped back because even from that distance she thought it was going
to hit her.  She clasped her trembling hands to her mouth in shock.

   His face wasn't anywhere near as dirty anymore.  Kindly he asked,

   "Have you ever seen one before?"

   "...I-I... walked in on my mom... doing it with one of her boyfriends
once... but it wasn't... it wasn't... that big..."

   He smiled and laughed a satisfied laugh.

   "Heh, it's too bad your mom never got mine then!  Look what you did to
me sweetheart... just looking at you naked makes me really naughty.  Look
at us.  We're both naked now.  I hope you don't blame me, that I started up
the spa this morning, so it would be ready now..."

   She couldn't help but laugh in her embarrassed, naked way.  A blushing,
naked laugh, if they weren't all.

   "h-hehe... ok..."

   She didn't want to look at the wiener.  She was too scared.  He opened
one of her hands to her, and with a nervous, guilty smile she took it.  She
walked awkwardly, not used to the feeling of nothing covering her up.  As
they walked out the screen door, hand in hand, he looked over his shoulder
at her, and commented softly:

   "mmm... your back and little ass... I love your shoulderblades.  You
really are beautiful Ellie.  You're the prettiest girl I know,"

   Which made her blush horribly.

   He climbed up into the Jacuzzi, as she tried her best to avoid the
temptation of admiring him, her hands now playing with each other in front
of her smooth stomach, neither of them winning.  He looked at her
playfully, innocently.  It was steaming.

   "Come on in!  It'll feel great..." he said convincingly.

   Nervously she climbed up the ladder and put one of her legs up to climb
over, and she caught him again staring at her cute little cunny, the
smooth, delicious thing between her legs and her whole body blushed.

   She slipped in.  She never imagined it could feel so different without
her bikini on....  The warm water seemed to wrap itself around her pussy,
and invade it, and violate it and it felt so good... and her naked chest
was so liberated by the sensation.  She closed her eyes it felt so good.

   And when she opened them he was next to her again.  He shocked her
upright again by rubbing her back.

   "Mmm....  I told you I loved those shoulderblades... I love your back...
and you love being touched there, don't you,"

   "u-uuh... huhhh..." she managed to sigh before her eyes closed
instinctively again.  His big fingers worked their way into her flesh.  She
loved it, he was beaming ecstacy right into her little body.

   "Sweetheart... did you like it when we kissed the other night?"

   "I-I... loved it..."

   he paused.

   "You wanna do it again?"

   Helplessly, she nodded.  And before she knew it he had lured her into
his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he was holding and
rubbing her back, and right in her tummy she felt his big old thing,
rubbing against her all the way up to her chest.

   They sucked on each other's mouths and probed each other with their
tongues for fifteen more minutes, until they were both nice and hot, and
Ellie was to forego her her nervousness for a dreamy look of intimacy and
love, and passion for him.  Gradually, as she became naughtier for him she
started rubbing up against what she knew was his wiener, and to her shock
and delight, his hand wandered down to her pussy, and started tracing dirty
lines with his finger up and down her thighs, and then along the lips of
her pussy, and it felt so good.  She started losing energy, and was just
about to faint between the hot, hot water and his hot, hot lips, and his
hand teasing her so much she was starting to squirm uncontrollably, just
from the light, tickly feeling he was giving her, and her legs started
kicking around.  He grabbed one of her legs and started feeling it up, her
long slender thighs a perfect fit for his big hands, his fingers teasing
her sensitive inner thighs as they sucked on each other's lips.

   She was so excellent... So smooth and graceful and beautiful, and he
could never express in words the wonderful feeling he got from her
youthful, undeveloped body grinding up against his cock... her petiteness
teasing him, her sexy little body irresistible to look at, her luscious
little lips so soft and kissable.  Her tight, sweet little pussy so much
neater and more beautiful than a grown woman's.  Her light chest so much
more graceful than the heavy one of an adult female.  Her waist hopelessly
small and enticing.  It was such a romantic feeling for her, to be hugged
and loved and touched this way by a man... She felt like all the loneliness
she had ever felt, all the boredom, all the fear was erased by this one
gesture of caring, loving embrace.

   Suddenly, he pulled away from her panting face, which fell on his chest
as he continued to fondle her inappropriately, her legs now loving it, and
clamping his hand in place in the dirtiest gesture she could imagine.

   "Sweetie... tell me to stop... and I will,"

   "Never..."

   He raised her up abruptly, shocking her and taking her breath away, so
that her little pussy was placed right on top of his big throbbing
penishead.  If that wasn't shock enough, at that moment he put both of his
hands under her armpits, nearly encircling her chest,forcing her skinny
arms up, and took one of her nipples into his mouth and started sucking it
and playing with it with his tongue.  His thumb fondled the other one, and
she suddenly found herself arching her back in pleasure and moaning in
delight.

   "O-OOOH!!!"

   He continued, and he started rubbing his thing against her harder.

   "O-OH!!!  D-Dean... your... your thingie..." she said emphatically.  She
was in a world of pleasure.

   In an instant he changed up again, and this time, sat her on his lap,
and she looked up at him confusedly but then instinctively clamped her legs
around his penis.  He grabbed one of her tits and started playing with it,
and started making out with her neck in a desirable way as he started
slowly undulating up and down, and they both started moaning in ecstacy. 
He was so hard and big... it felt like a baseball bat between her legs.

   He took a hand down and started manipulating her clit... she squirmed
and squirmed and loved it, she wanted so desperately to return the favor,
she put both hands around his big penis, and started rubbing it and
massaging it in a way she thought he would like.  He felt the rapid
heartbeat of a little girl through her chest.

   Finally after what seemed like hours of delightful pleasure, he set her
down on one of the spa steps, and she got a surprised look on his face.  He
looked so enraptured, so sure of himself, like he was loving this so
much... She looked shocked and wasted and anxious for more pleasure.  All
of a sudden he dipped his head under the water and she wondered what he was
going to do.

   And her eyes got big as soon as it occurred to her.

   And they got bigger than that a soon as he started.  He spread her legs
apart, and started eating out her pussy, his tongue exploring her so
thoroughly, in such a naughty way....  She couldn't stand it.  She braced
against the spa, and felt herself squirming every which way with no way to
stabilize herself.  She started letting out little stifled, pathetic moans
of pleasure.  She rolled over, and for a few minutes was underwater
entirely til he rolled her back.  And finally, in mere seconds, she felt
something tighten inside of her, and a wonderful feeling of warmth came
over her.  She felt again like she was going to faint, disappear in a world
of pleasure

   He had made her come before he had even come up to take a breath.

   She fell asleep to the bubbling noise of the spa jets, silence.

   She didn't even know how much time had passed, but she woke up still in
the spa, he had gotten her a glass of cod water and was pouring it down her
throat.  She woke up in a dreamlike state and smiled up at her best friend,
her lover, her boyfriend, her father, her everything.

   "Are you ok sweetie?"

   "y-yeah..."

   "There's little girl juices all over the inside of my spa now..."

   She giggled, and snuggled up to his chest, now unconscious of her
nakedness.

   She bumped into something.

   "You never got rid of it..."

   "I tried..."

   "C-can I try?" She said nervously but anxiously.

   He smiled kindly and cradled her head in his hand as she cutely looked
up at him.

   "Sure, but I'm not going to ask you to do it in one breath,"

   She giggled.

   He got up on the highest step, and reclined onto the guardrail, so his
penis was entirely exposed to her, standing straight up, proudly, redly,
with force.

   She got on her knees on the step below, with her bare little chest
showing off, now so aware of it and aware of the cute things she could do
to display it, and the way it made him melt.  His eyes were glued to it,
her cute little nipples, her slender figure.  She brushed her hair out of
her eyes, it looked so pretty framing her face.

   "What do I do with it?" she asked timidly.  She studied it with an
amazed face.  It was so big... it had to be more than 8 inches long, and it
was so wide, she had to use both of her hands to get around it, just
barely.

   "You can use your mouth on it sweetie,"

   "I-I think it's too big... my mouth might not be able to fit around it.
Only the head maybe,"

   It was such an amazing thing... with veins, and two big balls, and a big
purple head.  She kissed the tip and laughed.

   Then she decided to tease him.  She got in close, grabbed both his
thighs, and kissed his balls where they met his cock... they were so warm
and salty.  She started licking them, and looking up to him with her own
devilish smile now to his moaning pleasure, she somehow knew how much that
would turn him on.  The wild look in her smile.

   She kept licking, up and up and up the underside of the shaft, holding
it up with her little hands, showing off for him her naked chest,
constantly looking up for approval, his moaning, sporadic breaths and tense
face told her she was doing it right.

   Finally she popped the whole head in her mouth, it filled her mouth, and
she played with the tip and the little whole with her tongue.  His juices
tasted salty and sweet, and she played with it in her mouth until she was
afraid she would get lockjaw and never get his penis out of her mouth.  His
moans and the sound of rushing water were the only things she heard, he
couldn't help but reach down again and start rubbing her chest with his
thumbs, and playing with her pussy and ass, and running his hands all up
and down her back, her pretty figure, the graceful line where her neck
joined the chin.

   The pleasure distracted her, so she decided to up the ante.  In spite of
her writhing and coiling body, she grabbed the penis shaft with both hands,
one on top of the other as she sucked, and all of a sudden she heard:

   "oh..."

   And his hands failed him and he seemed to fall apart in her hands, as he
shot what felt like gallons of his warm salty liquid straight down her
throat.  She closed her eyes and savored it, and his penis shrank a bit so
she could get her mouth off it.  She looked up at him, and he seemed so
taxed, trembling like she was before, his hand on his forhead, his elbow
resting on his knee now... She giggled, and licked the rest of the sperm
off the tip of his penis, and gave his penis a final lick job, before
finally climbing back into his lap, cuddling him, and kissing him.  He held
her so tightly and whispered sweet things in her ear and caressed her body.
She felt so much like a loved little girl, and she was.  He opened his eyes
momentarily, looked at her sweet little smiling face and almost cried. 
Instead he kissed her in a gentle way, full of innocent love.

   Still naked and dripping wet, they both climbed the stairs together, his
arm around her shoulder, hers around his waist.  Not bothering to dry off,
they both climbed into his big bed in the nice warm sheets, cuddled each
other and fell asleep together.  He fell asleep first.

   In the dark she hugged him, and put his limp hand on her pussy where she
liked it, so warm, cuddled a final time and fell asleep.

   The next morning they awoke and looked lovingly into each others eyes.
They played with each other for a couple hours after dawn, tickling and
teasing and cuddling and kissing.

   She lay on his bed naked, on her tummy with her cute, pert little ass
sticking up.  She smiled erotically at him, with sex on the brain, and he
couldn't help but fondle her little ass, and reach around for her boobs,
which she loved so much.  He poked his erect cock in between her legs and
they made love again.

   In each other's embrace after that they talked about a lot of things;
the excuse that they would make for her mother for spending the night, how
beautiful the other was, their secrets... and finally she told him about
her big plan to travel south this year.

   He didn't laugh.  He didn't scorn her.  He listened intently, and seemed
to form some devilish scheme in his mind, almost as if he had a plan.

   He whispered in her sweet ear...

   "I think we can do it.  At least... part of the plan.  I think we can
work things out... if it's ok with your mom,"

   It would be.  He thought about taking her to Brazil and not bringing her
back, marrying her somehow.  Fanciful things.  Maybe he was a dreamer too.

   Peacefuly she fell asleep.  And had dreams of him, on crystal like
water. Walking with her.