This story is not yet finished, and thus subject to change.
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Strange thoughts
by brutus

To tell you the truth, I am not quite sure how it happened. I fell in 
love with her, that's for sure, but how could I do that? It's kind of 
strange, with her being so much younger than me and all, but I can't 
deny my feelings for her. Something like this has never happened to me 
before, and it never will again. Oh no it won't, not like this. The 
relationship, if you can call it that, was an experience like nothing 
else while it lasted. Both good and bad, but I have to tell you, never 
boring. Hey, it was exciting as hell. I never thought I had it in me, 
but we did a lot of stuff that I wouldn't have imagined doing until it 
actually happened. My only regret is that Julia, my daughter, got 
involved. That, however, was not possible to avoid since the girl I 
fell in love with was ... yeah, you guessed it ... her best friend. 
That fact alone should tell me 'hands off', I know that. But somehow I 
just couldn't help myself. Somehow that young girl intrigued me beyond 
imagination. To the point where it was impossible to stay away from 
her.

My previous relationship ended abruptly in a car accident about five 
years ago. God, has it really been that long? Since then, I've had a 
couple of dates and one-night-stands, but have simply not been able to 
approach anyone in a serious fashion. The death of my wife, Julia's 
mother, devastated me. And since then the idea of a new relationship 
never occurred. Not until I met Summer. A strange girl with a strange 
name. The love of my life. I had ten happy years with my wife. Three 
months with Summer. Yet, I will not hesitate calling Summer the love of 
my life. Hell, my skin still tingles just thinking about her. 

A year ago we had to move. That's really when it all started. We had 
avoided it as long as possible. Mostly because of Julia. It's hard for 
a shy girl in her early teens to move, break up with all her friends 
and try to make new ones. However, it was impossible to delay it 
further. Strange as it may seem, a man with a Ph.D. in history not only 
lost his high-school teaching job, but actually had difficulty getting 
a new job. The problem being of course that no colleges or universities 
were nearby. And they were reluctant to engage me at high scholls, 
fearing that I would leave as soon as a better position was available. 
It was really frustrating. Maybe especially since I lost my previous 
job for that exact same reason. Rationalisation lead to closing the 
entire school, and while all the other teachers got new jobs elsewhere 
immediately, I got a pat on the back. "Good luck, John. You were always 
cut out for something better than this."

Well, I ended up getting a very good position; there's no denying it. 
Now I am a professor at a well-renowned university. The cost was that 
we had to move. And it was hard on Julia. It took her more than half a 
year to find a friend she could trust. She never complained, but I know 
she had a rough time at school. And many lonely hours at home after 
school, never inviting friends over, and never visiting friends. So I 
was both pleased and relieved the first time she brought a friend home. 

Nevertheless, the first time meeting Summer was a shock. It probably is 
to everybody, and I was no exception to that rule. It didn't change the 
fact that I was happy for Julia. But I remember thinking, hoping, that 
this was only the beginning. That she would soon find other friends. I 
also remember the thought crossing my mind, that Summer might be some 
lonely freak, and that they had found each other because they both 
needed someone. This proved not to be true. The friendship with Summer 
introduced Julia to a lot of new people, but for some reason only 
Summer seemed to gain her trust. 

Summer really was as strange as her name. Actually, the name suits her, 
but that took me a while to find out. I didn't really like the girl at 
first. Perhaps being unfair, but I was really taken aback by her. 
Something about her made me uneasy. The strange way she dressed. Her 
direct stare. Her thin voice. Or maybe it was her long, long blonde 
hair reaching all the way down to her ass. Maybe it was a combination 
of all these things. 

The first few weeks it actually got worse. She and Julia started 
spending almost all their time together, and I got to know her a little 
better. True enough, all I got was glimpses since they spent most of 
their time in Julia's room, but it was enough to make me worried. I 
remember thinking she was real 'bossy', and couldn't help noticing that 
Julia followed her every little whim. After a while I noticed that if I 
suggested anything and they both were around, Julia would look at 
Summer, who either gave her a nod, or shook her head. Julia never 
contradicted Summer's wishes. That worried me and is probably why I 
started contradicting Summer for her. 

I remember the day perfectly, though writing about it makes my skin 
crawl. Why? To tell you the truth, I don't know. It was the turning 
point of my relation to Summer. For some strange reason, she started 
taking interest in me the moment I turned against her will. And for 
some even stranger reason, I started taking interest in her. 

Her request really pissed me off. Maybe I was a bit overprotective, but 
I was getting tired of Summer bossing my daughter around. It was 
getting on my nerves, and this was an opportunity to deal with it. We 
had planned spending the weekend in our cabin, which I looked forward 
to. A weekend alone with Julia. Then on Thursday, the day before 
leaving, Julia asks if she can spend the weekend with Summer instead. 

She looked nervous and threw several quick glimpses to Summer waiting 
for my answer. I got a feeling that she really did want to go with me 
to the cabin, but that Summer was pulling the strings to make her not 
go. 

So I declined, telling her that we had planned this for a long time, 
and that I really wanted us both to go. She put her arms on her hips, 
and with a pout she exclaimed with her most childish voice: "But, 
daddy... I don't wanna go. I want to spend the weekend with Summer."

I shook my head. Without raising my voice, I said: "Julia. I said no." 
End of discussion. Hurt and offended she turned around and left the 
room with heavy steps. Summer stayed a few seconds, looking almost 
shocked. Giving me an icy stare, but with something more to it. 
Intrigue, perhaps. Thinking back I believe that was it. Yeah, she was 
intrigued. Maybe she thought of me as a worthy opponent. She had 
control over Julia, but now she was starting to want more. She wanted 
control over me. 

Ashamed, I have to admit that she got what she wanted. Really fast, 
too. Honestly, I don't know how she did it. Somehow she made me fall in 
love with her. And I think that was what she intended. What I believe 
she did not intend, however, was that she fell in love with me as well. 
Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it was all unintended, something that "just 
happened", with no one pulling the strings. You be the judge of that. 
After reading this story, I think you will agree with me. She pulled 
the strings and lost control. Nevertheless, my love for her is 
everlasting. 

In the hallway I overheard the girls talking. A warmth, and a bit of 
shame as well, spread through me when I heard that Summer was soothing 
Julia. "It's not such a big deal, really. You'll probably have a lot of 
fun at the cabin. I'll manage through the weekend alone."

At that moment I realised that I hadn't given any thought to why Julia 
wanted to spend the weekend with her friend. Maybe Summer needed a 
friend. Maybe she was going through a rough time, and needed someone 
close. With those thoughts in my head I heard Julia's quiet suggestion: 
"Do you want to come with us?" I immediately approved of the idea, but 
Summer actually declined. "That's really nice of you, but it's not 
necessary. You don't need to do that, and you don't have to ask that of 
your dad."

Julia, did not give up however. "At least we can ask?" And after a few 
more rounds, Summer gave in. They both seemed very pleased when I 
agreed. "Thanks dad." Julia said and gave me a hug and a kiss. Summer 
stood in the background, smiling. And for the first time the "thought" 
appeared in my head. I don't know how to describe it, other than it was 
a somehow different from any other thoughts I've ever had. "Oh God, how 
pretty she is. Oh God, how pretty she is. Oh God, how pretty she is." 
Over and over. It was as if my subconsciouness was talking directly to 
my conscious mind. Looking at her, I realised just how true that 
thought was. The way the light fell on her, she looked really mature 
and beautiful. I drew a few quick breaths and actually had to make an 
effort not to look at her. 

--

The trip to the cabin was a nightmare. For me, not for the girls. They 
seemed to enjoy themselves immensely. Bathing while I lay in the sun, 
pretending to read a book. Or in the evenings when we went inside, 
playing games and mindlessly exchanging smalltalk. It was really good 
seeing Julia this happy. Unable to remember the last time she laughed 
that much. 

Nevertheless, the trip was a nightmare for me. During this trip, I 
started realising that I was falling in love with Summer. I still don't 
understand why.But then again, I do have problems understanding my own 
feelings quite often. 

Summer kept giving me these looks of pure lust. Julia never seemed to 
notice, but I surely did. And I found her highly erotic, and not the 
least childish as I probably should have. One time, during one of our 
boring games of monopoly, our eyes just locked. Neither of us were able 
to break off. Her lips parted, and her delicious toungue quickly licked 
them. She was the impersonation of eroticism, and my subconscious 
thoughts kept filling my head: "Summer is gorgeous. Summer is hot. I 
want her. Her eyes are SO beautiful. Her body so sexy." I have never 
been so bombarded of desire for anyone. She was too young. She was off 
limits. Still I wanted her more than anything. 

It didn't help that Summer seemed to strike poses for me. All the time. 
Wearing nothing but a minimalistic bathing suit, she would suddenly 
bend over in front of me, picking up something. Or she would sit down 
at a spot near me, where it was impossible to ignore her, and slowly 
rub suncream all over her body. I tried not to look, to concentrate on 
my book, but to no avail. It was impossible to ignore her flirting. 
What surprised me though, is that she never once tried to conceal her 
flirting. Not even from Julia, who thankfully didn't seem to notice 
anyway. 

It would take two days of constant lusting for this girl before I gave 
in to my desire. On Sunday, the day we were due home, a started giving 
in. Not completely, but giving Summer exactly the opening and 
encouragement she needed to persist towards her goal.

Again, pretending to read my book, I overheard Summer saying she needed 
to use the bathroom. I could hear her approaching me, but was very 
careful not to look up. There was no need. I knew what she looked like. 
Every curve of her body. The beauty of her long legs, far too long for 
her height, which only made her look even more sexy. Her womanly hips, 
too mature for her age. Her small, yet full breasts. Firm as only 
youthness can provide. And her lips... those Godly lips. So full. So 
sensual. Second only to her eyes; lovely, green, sparkling eyes. There 
were something in those eyes. Something undefined. Something that made 
you think she knew. Whatever it was, she simply knew. It made her look 
older. Wiser. More mature. 

I knew what she looked like, all right. No need to look up at her as 
she passed me, on her way to performing her natural and necessary task. 
Her steps grew more distant. For some reason I was satisfied with not 
looking at her, for withstanding the urge to do so. Proud, even. Though 
I had broken into a sweat in doing so. 

Then the thoughts entered my head. 

Popping up from nowhere, even stranger than before. "Follow her." I 
tried resisting. Tried looking at my book, concentrating on the words, 
but it was so hard. The words seemed to melt together. Then suddenly 
the letters seemed to shift, changing right before my eyes. Forming new 
words. Identical with the thoughts. 

"Follow the girl. Follow Summer. She is waiting for you. Go see her. 
She wants you just as bad as you want her. Do it! NOW!!"

The sweat was pouring now. A foul, putrid stench from my armpits. It 
was so hard to resist these animalistic urges. I wanted her. Needed 
her. Bad. And perhaps the words forming inside my head were right. 
Maybe I subconsciously had noticed some kind of truth in her actions. 
That her flirting was more than senseless childs play. That she 
actually wanted and needed me as bad as I did her. 

I put my book away. Risked a quick glimpse at Julia; she lay 
outstretched on her stomach, working on her tan. She looked asleep, or 
at least a bit drowsy. I got up and started walking towards the cabin. 
At first a few faltering steps, then less hesitant, and gaining speed 
until finally reaching a confident trot. 

The thoughts altering in my head as I approached the cabin. "I want 
her. She is so beautiful. So sexy. I need her."

True enough. She was waiting for me. Just inside the the cabin. Lust 
written all over her face. Hair flowing freely. Her long, wonderful, 
blond hair. We stood still. Just watching each other. Suddenly I lacked 
the strength to approach her. Yet, unable to look away. My eyes 
feasting upon her beauty. 

"Come." she said, holding out her hands."Hold me. I need you to just 
hold me." And I did as I was told, realising moments later that she 
could ask me anything. At that moment, would have done whatever she 
wanted. 

Our arms wrapped around each other. "I love you", she whispered and I 
knew she spoke the truth. She shivered, and I remember thinking she was 
about to start crying. The moment had changed to something I would 
never have anticipated. Indeed, I would have been able to think of 
quite a few possible outcomes from following her; that she rejected me, 
that I lost my nerve, and perhaps most far-fetched; that we started 
making out, or making love, overcome by lust for each other. 

Instead we stood embracing each other, on the verge of tears. It was a 
beautiful moment. I didn't want it any other way. Somehow the embrace 
turned into a kiss. A soft kiss. Dry at first. Then our mouths were 
opening, and we started exploring each other. Still soft. Her mouth 
sweet and fresh. Her smell was one of a young girl. Also fresh. 

Suddenly I pulled away. "This cannot be." I could see the tears in her 
eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. "You are the age of my 
daughter. By God, you're her best friend. It is wrong." I was thankful 
that my head was empty, deprived of all strange thoughts, at least for 
the moment. 

She shook her head, questioning my logic. "If we love each other, how 
can it be wrong?"

Unable to see the reason in her words, I persisted. "You are far too 
young, Summer. Far too young. It is wrong and it cannot be." 
Conflicting emotions flew through me. Sadness at the position we were 
in. But I was also proud that I was able to stop it. To end it before 
it developed any further.

Summer, however, disagreed with me. "I am of legal age, and you know 
it. Not even the law is interested in stopping us, so how can it be 
wrong?"

I held her close again. "I'm twice your age."

"And I simply don't care."

"It cannot be, and that is my final word. Now, please, go back before 
Julia starts wondering. Please." We separated. Her look one of dismay. 
Then suddenly, with no apparent reason, her expression lightened. Her 
face broke into a smile. All weight that had seemed to hold her down, 
mysteriously gone. Was it a game after all? I didn't think so. She 
opened the door, and blew me a kiss before closing. 

Somehow I knew it was not over. Somehow I knew this was just the 
beginning.

--

The music was loud. Unusually so. In fact, quite rare for Julia. I 
didn't know whether she was alone, and really didn't want to disturb. 
The music was getting to me, however. I had to make it stop. It was too 
loud, too dark, too depressive. Depeche Mode, I think. Words filling 
our entire appartment. "Don't say you want me. Don't say you need me. 
Don't say you love me. It's understood." 

I knocked three times. Hard. No answer. "Julia!", I yelled, "Can you 
please turn that down?" Still no answer, no change in volume. So I 
tried the door. Locked. Mystified and a little worried, I yelled once 
more: "Julia? Are you in there? Can you turn the music down?" The only 
answer I got was the thundering music. "Ok," I thought, "I'll wait, 
then. Talk to her when the song ends."

A couple of minutes later, the song ended. I didn't hesitate. "Julia?", 
I yelled. "Are you allright? Can you turn that down?" She didn't 
answer, but a brief moment before the music started again, I thought I 
heard a scream. Muffled, but a scream none the less. "Is there 
something wrong, Julia?" I was getting really worried now. Watched the 
door with indecision. Should I break it down? Or maybe just silence the 
music by removing the fuse? 

Then, finally, the volume was turned down. "Are you allright, Julia?" 
My voice full of worry. The door opened, and she came out. She was 
litteraly aglow. Her hair tangled, untidy. Her cheeks red. 

"Um, sure dad. I'm fine. Sorry about the music." She stood covering the 
entrance, not opening the door fully. I was unable to see inside, 
whether she was alone.

"That's ok, just keep it down. You alone in here?"

She looked down, smiled. Shaking her head, she answered: "No, Summer is 
here."

"I ... thought I heard a scream. Was that you?" At the moment I said 
the words, I knew the answer. Oh God, they'd been ... no it couldn't 
be. Not my Julia. Not with Summer.

Julia looked up at me then. Her eyes pleading. "That, um... eh, no. It 
was nothing." Her entire expression asked me to leave it alone. I 
figured it was best not to press it further. Some things are best left 
alone. I couldn't know for sure what they had been doing, but felt like 
they should figure it out themselves, whatever it was.

"Ok, maybe I heards wrong." I said, and the moment the words had left 
my mouth, a thought suddenly slammed into my head; "No! I didn't. I 
heard right." Julia's expression was thankful, however. "Just keep it 
down, ok?"

"Sure dad. No prob."

I turned around, went down to the living room. Wondering about what I 
had just witnessed. About what it meant. A strange numbness overcoming 
me. I sat down. Felt like crying. Realising that the reason was not a 
fear of my daughters sexual orientation, but rather one of jealousy. I 
wanted Summer myself. Naturally, I had turned her down just days 
before, but I still wanted her. My heartache, more than anything, told 
me how much I really wanted that girl. 

It wasn't because of her beauty, I realised. And not her youth, that 
really made matters worse for me. No, it was because she was so very 
much 'alive'. Whenever she was around, I was feeling happy. If my 
suspicion about what Julia and Summer had been doing was correct, I 
should have felt happy for them. Christ, she was my daughter; what more 
could I ask than her falling in love with a person that makes people 
happy. 

For hours I just sat there thinking. Not bothering with the lights as 
it got dark outside. Most probably I dozed off, cause I never heard 
Summer leave. When Julia came down, however, I was fully awake. 

"Can I turn on some lights?" she asked softly. 

"Sure." 

Not wanting to overdo it, she turned on two small lamps, giving the 
room a soft glow. She sat down next to me. "We need to talk." she 
stated. Her voice soft, like something important, and perhaps a bit 
painful, was about to be revealed. I thought I knew exactly what she 
was about to say. Steeling myself for the information, I straightened 
up a bit. She was my daughter. Whatever she was about to say, I would 
be the loving and understanding father.

The turn of events, however, was entirely unpredictable.

"You are quite taken with her, aren't you?" she asked softly.

Surprised, I stuttered an answer: "Uhh, well, she... ahh, is a lovely 
girl." I looked her in the eyes. She looked so mature, all of a sudden. 
How did that happen? When did that happen? My little Julia.

With an understanding nod, she smiled. "Ahh, yes. She is, isn't she? 
That is not exactly what I asked, but I see she was telling me the 
truth. It's ok, you know. By me. I don't mind."

Confused, I looked at her, trying to grasp the meaning of what she just 
told me. Unable to fully take in her meaning. Not wanting to abandon my 
original assumptions, I said: "Listen, Julia, I'm not sure exactly 
what's happened between the two of you, but I want you to know that 
it's ok if you two are having a ..."

"We're not," she interrupted. Still smiling, she added: "Thanks anyway, 
but I have always known I can trust you. I'm not talking about us, 
however. I'm talking about you."

"But I thought that, you know, up in your room, that you two were..."

She interrupted again. "Dad!! I told you already. Nothing happened in 
my room." She wasn't just smiling, she was brimming with happiness. The 
red glow back in her cheeks. "Nothing," she repeated. Something had 
happened, allright. I just didn't know what. The way she smiled told me 
that. Her misplaced happiness defied logic. Something had happened up 
there. Nevertheless, it finally penetrated that my assumptions had been 
wrong.

"I love you, dad. Just know that, ok? Don't fight it anymore. Follow 
your heart." And with those words, she stood up and abruptly left the 
room. 

Thoughts raced through my head. Trying to grasp the meaning of the 
surreal conversation we had just had. Suddenly realising that Summer 
had played us perfectly. She knew that the largest obstacle for me was 
Julia. Her solution was as simple as it was ingenious. By simply 
telling Julia about my feelings, she had solved the entire puzzle in 
one move. I had to admire her for that.

With the heartache gone, I felt better. Still dazed and confused, but 
strangely happy. Julia's words were finally penetrating. Don't fight it 
anymore. Follow your heart. I don't mind. Could I do that? Was it 
really that simple?

Well, as a matter of a fact. It really was.

--

Summer swept me away. Or rather, she swept _us_ away, both Julia and 
me. Somehow she managed keeping us both, a near impossible feat when 
you think about it. Spending time with Julia, doing adolescent girl 
things I really don't want to know about. Spending time with me, 
developing a mature, though rather unusual, relationship. Spending time 
with both of us, somehow managing to keep it all natural.

The first week I was still reluctant to involve myself deeper. But with 
Summer being so open it was just a matter of time for me to melt. And 
to be honest; it didn't take that long. The final drop being Julias 
encouragement, and of course, the now ever present strange thoughts 
hammering into my head. 

The turning point came on one day begging for romance. Oh yes, as in 
story book, the sun did shine. Everybody everywhere were simply happy. 
I don't know where Julia was that day, maybe she somehow knew what was 
about to happen; or maybe Summer had simply asked her to stay away. All 
I know is that she wasn't at home when Summer came. 

Before opening the door, I got this premonition. I knew what was about 
to happen. Knew that Summer was the one standing on the steps outside. 

"Hi", she said. And with a coquettish smile she added: "Uhmm... can I 
come in?" I realised that I was just standing there saying nothing, 
probably with a pretty dumb expression on my face. 

"Ohh... yeah. Sure." We stepped inside, and then it all started. "Do 
you want something?" I asked as we sat down. An innocent question, 
really.

She nodded. "You know exactly what I want, don't you?" I swallowed 
hard. Wondered where Julia was for a second. Then I nodded yes. I knew 
what she wanted. After all, she hadn't made a big secret out of it. 
Then she smiled, and added: "Why do you keep fighting it? You want me 
as bad as I want you! It's written all over your face. So why keep 
fighting it?"

Knowing she was right, I just turned away. "It's not as simple as 
that." I said without knowing why. Summer stood up then, went over to 
me. Sat down straddling my lap. Her hands behind my neck. "You dumb 
fool. Of course it is as simple as that. Actually it's not complicated 
at all. I'm in love with you. You're in love with me. So let's just do 
what lovers do."

And then we kissed.

Softly. Tenderly. Eyes closed. Mouths opening. Tongues entwining. 
Deeper. Deeper. I felt her hands around my back. Drawing me closer to 
her. My reluctancy fading as we drew closer. The smell of her like a 
heavy drug. She was so young, so fresh, so ... ripe. The smoothness of 
her skin was unbelievable. 

I was getting hard, and had no way of covering it up. Summer felt it 
too, and she drew back. Her eyes filled with lust. "I want you so bad. 
Can we go to your bedroom? Please?" The combination was so strange... 
she was half woman, half adolescent girl. I wanted her more than 
anything, and then her pleading... well, it reminded me of her age 
again. Somehow she sensed it. "Don't be like that. Please. Not again."

We just sat there. Looking into each others eyes. "I don't know if I 
can." I said truthfully. "I've never been with anyone so much yonger 
than me. It is difficult, you know."

This time she actually started crying. "I have feelings too, you know. 
You don't have to be thirty-something to have feelings."

"Of course." I said, and simply held her close to me. Her body shaking. 
It was really difficult interpreting my reactions. Conflicting emotions 
overcoming me. Then the realisation of what she had said really hit me. 
Softly I drew her up to me. Brought her face level with mine. With our 
eyes locking, I made my decision. "Summer..." I said, drawing a deep 
breath. "I am in love with you. So much more than I ever thought 
possible. And if we do this, if we sleep together, I want us to be a 
couple. For good and for bad; or as they say, for better and for worse. 
I don't want you thinking I am simply taking advantage of you because 
of your beauty."

Her face brimming with happiness. Tears streaming down her face. "You 
know I want the same thing." She kissed me hard on the lips then, a dry 
kiss, so hard it nearly drew blood. Then she abruptly sat back. 
Smiling. "Now let's fuck."

--

Afterwards, laying in bed I almost wished for a cigarette, though I 
hadn't smoked in over ten years. Sometimes, however, it just is SO 
right to light up one of them small sticks. This was doubtless one of 
those moments. Propped on the side, I lay resting my head on my arm. 
Just watching her breathe. A slow, heavy and rhythmic breath. It 
actually had happened. Simply put, we had fucked each others brains 
out. I can't think of any other way of putting it.

The images floating through my brain actually made me grow hard again. 
Again? I was so sore, it would be absolutely useless for days. No way 
that I could do anything right now. Well, not with that part of my body 
anyway. Not that I actually wanted to wake her up. The situation being 
as it were, it was just impossible for me to sleep. Now it was hardly 
any point to it anymore. The sun was already up. Birds were singing 
their happy songs outside. Well, they sounded happy to me anyway. And 
it was just wonderful to watch Summer sleep, thinking back on the 
evening before. God, what stamina she had. Absolutely incredible. We 
were fucking for hours. In every thinkable position, and quite a few 
unthinkable ones too, I might ad. Her creativity being as unsurpassed 
as her stamina. Finally I had to give in. Throw in the towel, so to 
speak. She wanted even more, but I was actually quite proud of keeping 
up with her for so long. 

I had been strangely dissappointed that she had already lost her 
virginity, though. And what's that for a fucked up thought? Here I was, 
resisting her for weeks because of her youth, and when I finally gave 
in to my desire, I am disappointed that's she's no virgin. I guess I 
should have been happy for any proof of maturity, but as already 
pointed out, that simply wasn't the case. Guess I can be quite a 
jealous character after all, even though I've always thought that kind 
of stuff beneath me. Summer brought all kinds of changes to what I 
previously thought of as facts conserning myself, I can tell you that. 
All kinds of changes. And not all to the better. 

Anyway, laying there watching the beautiful girl sleep, I didn't give 
those thoughts much regard. No, that didn't come until later. At that 
time I was simply overwhelmed by the experience of her. It was 
incomprehensible how a girl her age could even compete with any of my 
previous and more mature partners. But she was the best. No doubt in my 
mind about that.

I had a few hours alone like that. Just consuming her. Loving the smell 
of her. Her firm body and oh-so-beautiful face. Listening to her heavy 
breathing, and even soft snoring for a short period. It all added up. 
With the sexual experience of my life, all those small things added up 
to make me fall in love with her for real.

Suddenly I realised that her breathing was different. I looked at her 
face and she returned her most beautiful smile. I didn't know what time 
it was, but she hadn't slept for nearly as long as I wanted her to. 
Three or four hours tops. She need more, so I tried shushing her back 
to sleep. To no avail though. Apparently she was just as awake as me 
already. And I had already learned to interpret that mischievous grin 
of hers. She was horny. Again. 

She propped herself up on her side, mirroring my pose. Smiling, 
suddenly all innocence. "Are you up for it?" 


To be continued...

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