{The Paganist} Juliet 1/16(Mf)


     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.

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          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)





                     Juliet

                by The Paganist

                   Chapter 1

            A Promise is a Promise

I was getting ready for the camping trip.  I wasn't looking forward 
to it.  I could see it turning into a disaster.

Juliet came in to see how things were coming along.  She was the 
only reason for this trip.

Juliet was my neighbour's daughter.  She was seventeen years old, 
short, had long red hair (natural), and was what most men would 
describe as decidedly buxom.  Her lack of height gave her the look 
of an extremely sexy 14 year-old.

Most men would have been looking forward to this trip so I'd better explain things so that you can understand.

My name's John Short. I was married at 17, had two children (one of 
each), and was divorced at 26.  My wife took the children and as 
much as she could screw out of me, and went off to live on her own 
(with another man).  Things hadn't worked out for her but since 
we'd been on rough times for some time I saw that it would be a 
mistake to get together again.

My neighbours name is Lorraine Van Castle.  Her husband was violent 
and eventually she got rid of him when she saw the violence turning 
towards the kids.  She's 31, short, buxom (that's where Juliet got 
her figure), and had two children; Juliet and Adrienne (15 long 
black hair, 4'6"short, tiny figure).

Lorraine and I were good friends and we often had coffee or went to 
the beach together but I also liked my privacy and Lorraine enjoyed 
her holidays and kept count of the men she could pull.  

They all usually got on well together but over the past six months 
Lorraine had said several times that the girls had been arguing.  
This came to a head when Juliet found that her mother was going to 
be on holiday on her birthday.  I promised to do what I could (I 
had little money after paying the bills and maintenance to my ex-
wife) and asked her if there was anything I could do for her 
(Juliet had recently become embarrassed by her mothers behaviour 
on holiday, which she considered sluttish).

Juliet immediately said that she wanted me to take her camping.  I 
had committed myself and I was looking forward to this like a hole 
in the head.  In my state of forced celibacy I had frequently 
fantasized about women and Juliet in particular (If you'd seen her 
you'd understand).  Juliet had a virginal way about her, which only 
exacerbated my feelings, and I was just hoping that I could get 
through the next two weeks without incurring charges of indecent 
assault or rape (which wasn't in my nature - a fact that in many 
ways made things a damn sight worse).

Having checked the camping gear I'd loaded most of it into the van 
(I had a blue transit - old but reliable).  I'd bought a new tent 
last year, a five man tent, that consisted of a sleeping area and a 
living area, it was ideal for a man on his own but left a few 
thousand things to be desired for what I could see coming (you 
didn't need any paranormal gifts to see this).  Despite pointing 
this out Juliet had been adamant.

We'd seen Lorraine and Adrienne off on holiday and Juliet was in 
one of those exuberant excited moods that only come in late teens.  
Everything packed we were off.

The campsite I'd chosen was eighty miles away and had all 
facilities and access to the beach (I new that Juliet enjoyed 
swimming).

When we arrived at the site, I left Juliet to pick the spot.  She 
wanted to get as near to the beach as possible.  This also meant as 
far from the facilities as possible but having pointed this out she 
still wanted to camp there.  It was her special holiday so I went 
along with it.

After we'd been erecting the tent for about five minutes it started 
to rain and by the time it was up we were both soaked to the skin.  
Since we were already wet we decided to get the rest of the things 
organised in the tent so I unloaded the things from the van while 
Juliet organised them in the tent.  I'd already told her about the 
idea of a dry inner region for sleeping and an outer living area 
where we could change out of our wet clothes.

When I'd finished unloading the van and looked in the tent proper 
Juliet had just finished stowing everything.

"I think we'd better get changed." I suggested.
 
We dried ourselves and to my surprise Juliet seemed happy to remain 
in that state of semi-dress.  I thought that it seemed stuffy to 
object after all most swimsuits show a lot more flesh than that so 
I kept quiet.

We fired up the cooker and Juliet had a fresh brew of coffee ready 
and food cooking in no time (I wasn't even consulted).

The rain had settled in for the day but I figured that it didn't 
matter that much since by the time we finished organising things 
most of the day was over anyway.

After food, several coffees and some small talk Juliet needed the 
toilet and I thought that I might as well accompany her and do 
likewise.  The rain by this time was getting set for some serious 
irrigation of anything out there.

She slipped a short dress on and I wore a pair of jeans and a tee 
shirt.  By the time we were 10 yards from the tent we were both 
soaked through to the skin.

I waited for her outside the toilet for the return journey and she 
soon arrived.  We didn't rush; there wasn't any point.

As soon as we entered the tent, Juliet peeled off her dress, while 
I removed my tee shirt and jeans (the show was giving me an 
erection which was impossible to hide and was tenting out my 
briefs).   I was feeling confused; the show was something never to 
be missed, but I saw other problems that made me want to be 
somewhere else; anywhere else.

While we sat there we chatted about camping.  She'd listened to me 
talking to Lorraine about camping when I was younger and my fishing 
trips and thought it sounded fun.  A long time ago she decided that 
she wanted to go camping and had been looking forward to it ever 
since I said that I'd take her.

"My clothes are still wet.  I think I'd best take them off," she 
said.

She slipped out of her scanty underwear and wrapped herself in a 
towel.  I had to admit that I wished I could do the same but I 
didn't dare. 

The floor is an uncomfortable place and soon we were lying.  And as 
the search for a comfortable position progressed we eventually 
settled to me sitting with her head on my lap.

There must be some deep primordial instinct associated with this 
position because I suddenly realised that I was cuddling her and 
she was responding.  This made me more confused than ever.  It had 
been years since I'd had a close encounter and here I was with my 
neighbours kid almost naked in an escalating clinch.

I didn't want her to feel pressed into any relationship especially 
with someone old enough to be her father; I'd endured one 
relationship that had turned sour and was in no hurry to do the 
same again.  It was about this time that I also realised that I 
didn't want to end up as one of those bachelors for life characters 
that I'd become friends with at work.  I was more confused than 
ever.

I wanted to back off a little (or even a lot) so I decided to plant 
a brotherly kiss on the forehead.  She turned her head towards me 
at just the critical time and we were in a deep kiss, which is the 
last thing I wanted but was enjoying far too much.  I broke the 
kiss.

In search of a break I suggested a coffee.  She said okay and 
offered to do it for me.  I declined with "I've got to light the 
petrol stove anyway," (I needed a break to think).

While I lit the stove poured water and made coffee I said that I'd 
do the washing up while I was there.  After a little thought I felt 
that things had settled and while I was in the outer tent told her 
that it would probably be a good idea to grab an early night so 
that we could get an early start tomorrow.  This didn't sound 
convincing even as I said it but she accepted the idea and started 
making preparations in the inner tent.

Washing up done (and everything else I could think of to give us a 
break, just to make sure) I took the coffees into the inner tent.  
The inflatable mattress was in place and the sleeping bags were 
zipped together to make a double and she was in there wearing a 
baby doll nightie waiting for me to join her.  

Her hair was braided in long plats and together with her large deep 
green eyes figure that some women would kill for and the freckles 
that often accompany true red hair she looked like a twelve year-
old Lolita straight out of those kinky magazines.  The little tuft 
of red pubic hair emphasised the transparency of the nightie and 
the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Will I do?" she asked.

I knew that a few years of involuntary celibacy were about to go 
down the pan.  I also knew that I was glad.




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