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   I felt something touching me, touching my right boob.  I jumped,
suddenly awake.  "Oh, it's you.  You scared me." Frank was making slow
circles around my nipple with the tip of his index finger.  The nipple was
hard already, even before I had awakened, with the tip standing up, hard as
a rock.  He withdrew his hand.  "No, don't stop.  It feels nice."

   He continued, moving now to the other nipple as I lay back and enjoyed
the pleasure.  "How long have I been asleep?"

   "Maybe ten minutes.  But you don't want to get these little beauties all
sunburned, do you?  They've never seen the sun directly, have they?"

   "No," I answered.  "I've never been skinny-dipping before.  Well, not
since I was three or four, anyway.

   "We should start back soon."

   "Yeah, I guess.  But this feels so good." I looked down to see if he was
still hard.  He was.  His dick was pointing straight at me, like it was
staring at me with it's one eye.  "Cyclops," I said.

   "Huh?"

   "Cyclops, the one-eyed monster." I pointed to it.

   "Oh, that.  'Junior.'"

   "Junior looks pretty big to me."

   "He gets the job done." Frank paused for a while.When I looked up, I saw
him just quietly gazing into my eyes.  "I was thinking," he said.  "Do you
want to go with me to the dance on Friday?"

   "Really?  You're asking ME?"

   "Yeah, you," he whispered as he lowered his head and pressed his lips
softly against mine.  A gentle kiss that nonetheless sent shivers through
my body.

   "Wow," I thought.  I never expected Frank would ask me to the Friday
dance.  He could ask any girl he wanted and he's asking me.  "Yeah," I
said. "But I gotta ask my dad."

   "Oh.  You can't just go?"

   "No.  He doesn't let me date yet so I gotta ask him."

   "Oh, ok." He rose to his feet, still hard, and I watched as he pulled
his jeans on and had to kinda push it inside.  He didn't wear any
underpants.  "We better start back.  It's gonna take a while."

   "Ok." I got up and took my time shaking out my towel and rubbing sand
off my legs and turning this way and that, showing off my body for Frank. I
got goosebumps and shivers just thinking about how he must be getting all
hard again looking at me.  I felt all sexy-like.  I couldn't wait to ask
Dad about going out with Frank.  I was wondering what I would wear.  All
the other girls would be looking at me 'cause I was with Frank.

   "Turn around," I told him.

   "Why?"

   "'cause I wanna get dressed."

   "But you're already naked and I've been looking at you for an hour."

   "I know.  But I feel funny if I'm getting dressed and you're watching
me."

   "Geez Louise, kid.  You gotta get used to it if you're gonna be with the
big kids."

   "Turn around.  You can look at me all you want but not while I'm getting
dressed."

   "Ok, ok.  But this is really dumb," he said as he turned his back to me.


   I stepped into my panties and shorts and pulled my shirt on.  "Ok.  You
can look now." I sat on my towel to put my shoes and socks on.

   We held hands for a while as we walked toward the camp but then he let
go.  "I'll bet he's embarassed to be seen with a kid like me," I thought.
"But everyone will see him with me on Friday." It didn't make sense but I
would do anything to be with Frank.  He was so cool.

   We didn't talk much on the way back.  I was thinking about his big dick
and what it would feel like inside me.  I shivered just thinking about it.
I could imagine it pushing in; it was bigger than my candle.  I wondered
where it would happen.  Maybe it would be nighttime.  I hope there wouldn't
be any mosquitoes.  Yecchh.  Maybe I'd get all these bug bites on my legs
and my boobs and everything.

   Maybe we could find a place that's inside -- with warm blankets and no
mosquitoes.  That would be nice.  But he would want to watch me as I
undressed.  Maybe I could give him a little show, like a stripper.  Make
him hard.  I would unbutton my blouse very slowly, moving my hips side to
side, grinding for him.  I would wear a skirt instead of pants.  Skirts
were sexier.  And I would twirl as I undid it and face away from him as I
slowly lowered it, showing my butt first.

   Maybe I shouldn't wear panties.  That would be cool.  He would see my
bare butt and then I would turn towards him as I let the skirt fall to the
floor and he would see my hair down there between my legs.  OMIGOD!  I
would be soooo wet already.

   And then I would step out of my skirt, piled on the floor, and walk over
to him and kiss him as I reached for his belt buckle.  We would kiss while
I undid his belt and unzipped his pants.  Then I would reach in and take
hold of his dick.  Oh, wow.  It's huge!  And I would pull it out.  This
monster!

   My friend says guys always want girls to suck their dicks.  Maybe I
would do that but I'm not sure how I should do it.  Maybe he'll show me.  I
wonder what dicks taste like.  They can't be too bad 'cause lotsa girls
suck 'em and if they were all nasty tasting they wouldn't do that.

   "Why so quiet?" Frank asked, startling me out of my daydream.

   "Oh, just thinking."

   "About what?"

   "Just stuff."

   "Like what?"

   "Like what am I gonna say to my dad."

   "Oh.  Do you think he'll say 'Yes?'"

   "I dunno.  It's the first time." We didn't talk any more about it.  When
we reached the camp we split up and went to our cabins.  I waited to see if
Frank was gonna kiss me but he didn't.

   Dad wasn't back yet from fishing so I looked around to see what I could
fix for dinner.  I didn't know how to cook a lot of things.  There was a
package of macaroni and cheese in the cupboard.  I remember how mom used to
put tuna or ham in it and sometimes some peas.  We had some peas in the
freezer but I couldn't find ham or tuna.  But we had some trout we hadn't
cooked yet so I fried it in some butter and then took off the skin and
pulled the meat away from the bones.  I made the macaroni and chopped up
the fish, added it with the peas and put it in the oven.  Dad should be
back in a half hour or so.

   I made a salad, too.  I wanted dad to see how grown up I was now and how
capable I was.  After all, I had boobs and hair and periods and I was
almost as tall as dad now.  Why shouldn't I be able to date?

   Dad came back with a mess of fish.  He said they were almost jumping in
the boat today.  He was in a good mood as he went towards the bedroom. 
"MMmmmm.  Smells good.  What's for dinner?"

   "A casserole like mom used to make." I sat at the kitchen table while he
cleaned up and shaved.

   I kissed him when he came out of the shower smelling like aftershave.  I
kissed him on the lips but just a quick one, not like I kissed Frank.  "So,
what's with the fancy dinner?" dad asked.

   "I just felt like doing something nice for you."

   "Oh, oh.  That means you want something.  Clothes?  Spending money?  An
iPod?"

   "No, dad.  Nothing like that.  It won't cost you a penny."

   "So, what is it?"

   "Frank asked me to go to the dance with him Friday."

   "Frank?  Who's Frank?"

   "Frank -- the tennis guy."

   "THAT Frank??  He's too old.  He's 18, I think."

   "17."

   "Whatever.  He's too old for you."

   "17 isn't that old."

   "Baby, you gotta be careful with guys like that."

   "Whattaya mean?"

   "I mean he's -- experienced."

   "What does that mean?"

   "It means he's been out with a lot of girls and he's
probably...umm...done things with them."

   "Oh, daddy.  I'm old enough to look out for myself."

   "You're old enough to get yourself into big trouble, sweetie."

   "If you mean sex, daddy, I already had the sex class in school."

   "I know, sweetie.  But they don't help you understand just how dangerous
it can be."

   "Oh, Daddy..."

   "Just a minute, dear.  Do you know how much money I make?"

   "No."

   "I make $150,000 a year."

   "Is that a lot?"

   "Yes, it is.  Do you know what I do to make that money?"

   "Yeah, you're an engineer."

   "A damned good one I might add.  I'm at the high end of the pay range
for engineers -- unless they own stock in their company."

   "So?"

   "So, listen.  Do you know how I became an engineer?"

   "You went to college."

   "Right.  And when I got out of college, how did I get my job?"

   "I dunno.  WHat did you do?"

   "I sent resumes to a dozen companies and I interviewed several at
school."

   "Ok.  You sent out a lot of letters and talked to people."

   "Yes, I did.  Everyone did.  There were 80 other engineers graduating
from my school with me and there are hundreds of engineering schools in the
U.S.  and every one of those students sent out letters and talked to
people. So why did they hire me?"

   "'cause you're smarter?"

   "Maybe I am and maybe I'm not.  Most of them got hired but the best ones
-- including me -- got hired by the best firms at the highest salaries. 
What you forget is that there is no automatic job waiting for you when you
get out of school.  There are hundreds and thousands of other graduates
competing for the same jobs and the best jobs go to the most qualified
people -- the people with the best grades from the best schools."

   "ok.  So, what has this got to do with me going to the dance with
Frank?"

   "It means that there can be nothing to get in your way while you're in
school and by 'school' I mean Jr High, high school AND college.  Maybe even
graduate school."

   "Frank's not gonna get in the way."

   "But a baby would."

   "Oh, daddy.  I'm not gonna get pregnant.  Geez!."

   "What I'm getting at is you are still young and inexperienced and, with
a guy like Frank, who's good-looking and smooth, a girl like you can get
herself romanced right into the sack."

   "Geez, daddy.  All I want to do is go to the dance with him.  I don't
wanna go to bed with him." Which was a big fat lie.  I DID want to go to
bed with him.  I DID want that big cock of his poking me between the legs.
I DID want to feel him fill me with his meat and give me another orgasm
like this afternoon.

   "So, humor me, sweetie.  Go to the dance with someone your own age. 
Steven would be good."

   "But Steven's such a dork!"

   "You tell me you sit with himand talk at the pool."

   "That's different!  This is a dance!"

   "Sweetie, there are times we can do what we would like to do.  This is
one of those times.  I think you should go alone or go with Steven."

   "Humphff!" Crap!  Now I was gonna have to tell Frank I couldn't go with
him.  And, I'll have to ask Steven and I bet he can't even dance.

   Frank said he understood when I told him the next day.  He wasn't mad or
anything.  I so wanted to kiss him right there on the tennis court so he
would remember how hot my kisses are but there were all kinds of people
standing around, so I couldn't.  I wanted to rub my boobs against his chest
and I wanted to grab his dick and squeeze it.  I wanted him to want ME!  I
think he did but he didn't let on.

   Steven said he would go with me as long as he didn't have to dance. 
That was fine with me.  I could just see me out there on the dance floor
with this stiff kid who was two inches shorter than me and could only dance
a box-step.  Daddy was happy.

   Friday night I chose a Spandex bandeau to wear with my peasant skirt. 
The top clung to my body and showed off my boobs.  I did my hair up and I
wore some heels because I think I look older that way.  I met Steven at the
dance after dinner.  In my heels, I was at least two inches taller than he
was.  Anyway, we weren't gonna dance together so I was just a little bit
embarassed.  Well, I was embarassed to be with Steven instead of Frank but
it couldn't be helped.

   Steven and I sat off to the side with the other wallflowers.  The guys
were dorky -- computer geeks with zits or fatties who picked their noses
and the girls were either fatsos or mousy little things in cardigan
sweaters who looked like they rarely had their noses out of books.  We
talked with some of them.  The boys and girls were all sitting in separate
groups, just like the dances at school, and no one crossed from one group
to the other to ask someone to dance.  It was incredibly boring!

   Frank came with Glenda Myers.  Geez!  Glenda with the big boobs!  She
was 16 and a little heavy but I heard she was easy.  I should have known
that Frank would bring a girl with big boobs who liked to fuck!  Damn it
all!

   I watched them dance almost every dance together.  During the slow
dances they were stuck together like glue and sometimes he had his hand on
her butt.  I just knew she was rubbing those big titties against him on
purpose and I bet he was rubbing his big hard dick against her, too.  It
pissed me off.

   When I couldn't stand it any more I waited for a slow dance and walked
over to him and asked him to dance.  He looked at Glenda like he needed
permission.  Shit, already!  They weren't going together or anything.  But
he said 'Ok' and we walked onto the dance floor.  I moved up close, just
like Glenda had, and rubbed my titties against his chest.  I felt his dick
so I knew he was hard, maybe from me or maybe still from Glenda big tits. I
didn't know.

   Then he grabbed my ass and pulled me up against his cock and he moved
his hips back and forth so I couldn't miss feeling it.  I grabbed his ass,
too, and we ground our bodies together like we were fucking or something.
He felt great against me and already I was feeling myself get slippery down
there.  I didn't care what Glenda thought.  I didn't care what all the
other kids thought, either.  I looked around to see if any chaperone was
watching but they were all huddled together talking and drinking punch.

   The song ended too soon.  Frank walked me back to where Steven was
sitting.  He didn't even say hello to Steven before he turned and left. 
But he did squeeze my fanny once.  I hope Glenda saw that.

   Steven said, "wow, you were really dancing close to him."

   "Yeah, I like the way he dances."

   "Did you like the way he squeezed your ass, too?"

   "You saw that?"

   "Yeah.  Everybody did."

   "Did you see me squeeze his ass?"

   "Yeah.  You must really like him."

   "I do but daddy won't let me go out with him 'cause he's 17."

   "Is that why you asked me?"

   "Umm...sorta."

   "It's ok.  I didn't wanna come here alone."

   "So, why don't you ask one of the girls to dance?"

   "I don't know how to dance."

   "Well then, just go over and talk to the prettiest one you can find."

   "You're the prettiest one here."

   "Oh, thanks.  So, we're talking."

   "Yeah."

   "But you should just go over and say 'Hi' to one of the other girls."

   "Maybe later."

   We sat there for a while.  I watched Frank go over to some guys he knows
and talk to them for a while.  Glenda talked with some girlfriends.  Pretty
soon, one of the guys went over to Glenda and asked her to dance and then
Frank came over to me.

   "C'mon," he said, "Let's go outside.  There was this big porch thing --
they called it a veranda -- that ran almost all the way around the
recreation building.  Frank led me down to one end where there wasn't much
light.  He pushed me back against the railing and moved in real close.  I
mean REAL close.  He had his hips pressed against mine and I could feel his
big dick against me.  "You're looking super hot tonight, babe."

   "Thanks," I said, nervously.  I felt his hand on my boob.  He started
squeezing it and kneading it and his lips met mine in a long, smoldering
kiss.  I mean, this was HOT!  His tongue swished back and forth against my
teeth until I opened for him and then I tasted him and wanted him.  I felt
how hard my nipples got and he noticed, too, 'cause he kinda pinched 'em
sometimes.  We kissed for a long time while he massaged each boob and
ground his dick against me.

   "You really want this, don't you?"

   "Want what?"

   "This," he said as he took my hand and placed it right on top of his
erection.  Gawd, it was big!  "Feel it," he continued.  "Squeeze it."

   I did what he asked, squeezing his dick through his pants.  I felt his
hand gathering my skirt in back as he tried to get under it.  "Keep
squeezing it," he ordered.  "Guys like that." He finally got his hand under
the back of my skirt and was trying to get it in between my legs but he
couldn't reach that far so he took his hand away and turned us around so
that he was leaning against the rail and I was facing him, my back to the
veranda.

   He started gathering up my skirt from the front now, working his hand
underneath.  I was worried what it would look like to someone coming out on
the porch and seeing us standing there at the far end.  Frank must have
noticed my apprehension.  "Don't worry, baby," he whispered in my ear.  "No
one can see what we're doing."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yeah.  I'm sure." His hand found my panties and slipped down the front.
I felt his middle finger slip into my sloppy-wet slit as it rubbed downward
across my clit.

   "Oh," I gasped, involuntarily."

   "Feel good?" he asked.

   "Ummm...yeah, but should we be doing this here?"

   "You like it, don't you?"

   He pushed his finger inside me and rubbed it against my clit, in and
out, at the same time.  My knees were getting weak, it felt so good. 
"Ummm...  yeah, but..."

   "But what?"

   "But someone might see," I said between his kisses.

   "We're ok here.  It just looks like we're standing here talking."

   "Maybe, but..."

   "You want it, don't you?"

   "Want what?"

   "This," he said, as he took his other hand and placed my hand on top of
his dick again.

   "I...  don't...know..."

   "Yes, you do."

   "...maybe, but..."

   "Are you saying yes?"

   "I've never done it before."

   "Geez, a virgin."

   "Sorta."

   "Whattaya mean, 'sorta'?"

   "Well,...umm...  I popped my cherry myself."

   "Geez, really?"

   "Yeah."

   "That's cool.  So, you're all ready for me, then."

   "I'm not sure.  My dad said I'd better not do it until I'm older."

   "Are you saying No?"

   "No...I..."

   "You only get one chance to say No to me.  I don't date girls who say No
to me."

   "I mean, could we just do it a little bit?  Like the other day?"

   "You don't wanna fuck?"

   "No, ...  I mean...  maybe a little bit, but..."

   "Take your panties off."

   "Right now?"

   "Yeah, now.  Take 'em off and put 'em in your pocket -- or somewhere."
He backed away.  I didn't know what to say and I really wanted to be his
girlfriend.  I really wanted to know how it felt to have his dick inside
me, but I was afraid.  Afraid he would never go out with me if I said No
and afraid what would happen if I said Yes.  In the end, I just did what he
asked.  I made sure no one else was on the veranda and then I lifted my
skirt and pulled my panties off.  I didn't have a pocket so I just stuffed
them into his shirt pocket.  He took them out and brought them to his nose
and drew a deep breath.  "Mmmmm," he said, quietly.  "You want it."

   Frank pulled a wooden bench away from the wall and turned one end
towards the doorway.  He unzipped his pants and fished his hard cock out
and sat, straddling the bench.  He pulled me toward him, also stradding the
bench, lifting the front of my skirt.  "Now sit on it," he commanded.

   "Sit on your 'thing'?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  You want it, right?"

   "I...  uhh..."

   "Sit!"

   I moved closer to him, so I was right over it.  His face was right
against my stomach.  I squatted slowly as he held his dick for me but I
couldn't seem to line it up right, so I took it in my own hand (Gawd, it
was big!) and came down slowly, until I could feel it nestle itself in my
crack.  Ohhhh.  That felt good already.

   I came down a little more and kinda moved it around until I felt it at
the entrance.  I held it tightly and pushed down on it.  OHMIGOD it felt
good!  I felt it opening me and sliding in bit by bit as I put more and
more weight on it.  It kept going in more, stretching my vagina, as I sat
on it.  Ungghhh.  Deeper.  Ohhh, wow.  I could feel it sliding against my
vaginal walls, soft and warm and filling me.  I removed my hand as I felt
my bottom coming down on it.  My eyes were closed; my hands were on Frank's
legs, steadying myself as he filled me more and more.  This was what I had
dreamed about.

   I didn't know how much more I could take.  I couldn't believe that thing
would fit inside me but quickly I felt my butt against his legs.  I
relaxed, feeling this enormous -- sausage was the only word I could think
of -- filling me.  Oooh.  I felt it throb.  That was sooooo kewl.  It made
me squeeze down on him, too.  I didn't know I could do that.  He throbbed
again when I did that.

   "See, baby?  That wasn't so hard, was it."

   "No," I whispered.  I was barely able to speak.  I had all these
fireworks going off inside me down there; it felt sooooo good.

   "Now go up and down," he instructed me.

   "I lifted up maybe a half inch and the fireworks started again.  I
couldn't move any more than that.  They continued as I came back down.  I
felt my pussy gushing as I started a slow rythm.  It was running down my
legs and everything.  OHMIGOD!  Suddenly my knees gave way as I felt this
wave pass upwards through my body.  I sat down hard on his cock and felt my
pussy twitching, pulsing, alternately squeezing and releasing his cock.

   And then I felt him doing the same thing.  His cock swelled briefly
and...  OHMIGOD!  He's spurting his stuff inside me!  Oh, shit!.  I tried
to jump up but he held my shoulders down as he pumped spurt after spurt
into me.  I felt his cock throbbing every time -- three, four, five times
before he let go of me.  "OHMIGOD, Frank.  You came inside me!"

   "Yeah.  Sorry."

   "Oh, geez, Frank.  I didn't know you were gonna do that." I stood up
straight, straightening my skirt and glowering at him

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to."

   "Well, shit!  I might get pregnant!" Cum -- my cum, his cum, both maybe
-- was running down my leg.  It tickled -- or itched.

   "You're not on the pill?"

   "Shit, no!  I told you, I was a virgin."

   "You said, 'sorta'."

   "Cece," I heard someone calling me.  "Cece, are you ready to go home?"
It was Steven.

   I turned.  "Oh, hi.  Yeah, I'm ready," I said as I stepped over Frank on
the bench and almost ran toward him.  "Let's go," I said.  I walked
quickly. Steven was having trouble keeping up with me as we strode down the
road towards the cabins, wobbling in my heels on the uneven surface.

   "You were fucking, weren't you?"

   "No...I..."

   "I saw you fucking him.  You were on top of him moving up and down."

   "You can't tell anyone about this," I almost yelled at him, my face six
inches from his.  "I mean ANYONE, especially my dad."

   We walked a few steps more before he asked, "So, what's in it for me?"

   "What?  You asshole!  You mean you want something not to tell?"

   "Kinda like that."

   "Shit.  First he gets me pregnant and now you wanna blackmail me."

   "Well, you were my date and you got laid but I didn't get anything."

   "Fuck you, Steven!"

   "So, what's it gonna be?"

   "Shit!  Whattaya want?  I don't have any money."

   "Maybe something else then."

   "Something else?"

   "Yeah.  Like...umm..  maybe a little blowjob?"

   "You want me to suck your dick so you'll keep quiet?"

   "Yeah."

   "Shit!  I'm getting screwed twice tonight!"

   "Yeah.  But it comes out even: you get something, I get something."

   "So, when do we do this?"

   "Maybe tomorrow?"

   "When?"

   "Tomorrow morning, after your dad goes fishing."

   "Ok.  Where?"

   "There's usually nobody at the boathouse around breakfast time.  If
there is, we can just walk down the road a ways and do it in the bushes."

   "The boathouse?"

   "Yeah," he said with this big asshole grin on his face.  "Meet me there
at 8:00."

   "OK.  But you better not tell a soul!"

   "I won't -- if I get my blowjob," he added .  "Eight o'clock." We parted
and continued to our cabins.

   Dad was already in bed.  I changed into my nightie and went into the
bathroom to see what I could do.  I had stuff all over my legs.  I wet a
washcloth and cleaned up as quietly as I could.  I sat on the toilet and
peed.  I tried to think of what I could do to keep from getting pregnant.
My friend told me you could use vinegar but I couldn't figure out how to
get it up there.  I heard some girls use 7-Up but we didn't have any.  We
had some cola in cans but that wouldn't work, either.

   I had to do SOMETHING!  I got a can of cola from the cupboard.  I didn't
want one from the fridge 'cause it would be too cold.  I locked myself in
the bathroom and opened the can.  It kinda foamed a little.  I took a taste
and it seemed ok but I really needed a bottle so I could push it up inside
me.  I went back into the kitchen and looked around.  Dad had some beer in
bottles.  I didn't know what beer would do -- cola seemed better -- so I
dumped a bottle of beer down the drain, rinsed the bottle and took it back
to the bathroom.  I poured the cola into the bottle and then stuck the
bottle up into my pussy.  It felt kinda good -- almost like the candle but
it wasn't warm and soft like Frank's dick.

   The problem was that I couldn't make the cola fizz enough to come out. I
finally sat down against a wall and scooted up so my butt was up on the
wall and I was lying on my back.  I spread my legs and pushed the neck of
the bottle up inside.  I got a lot on my nightie and me but I could feel
how the bubbles made me feel all tingly inside, so I knew I was getting
some in there.  I shook the bottle and felt some more go in.  I had to hold
it in, though, so it wouldn't all come out and get all over me.

   I pulled the bottle out and held the liquid in long enough to get on the
toilet again.  I relaxed and let it out.  There wasn't much; the bottle was
till half full but I could see some white stuff floating around in the
bowl. I don't know if I got it all or not but I felt better seeing some of
it come out.

   It took me another 15 minutes to clean up the mess in the bathroom
before I went back to bed.  Geez, what a night!

   In bed, I put my hand down on my pussy and pushed a finger inside,
remembering what it was like to have Frank's cock sliding up and down
inside me.  That was the best feeling I've ever had.  I remembered how my
vagina had felt so full of warm, soft meat and how good it felt when it
rubbed along the sides of my tunnel, sort of like a hand going into a
glove.

   Maybe he didn't mean to cum inside me.  Maybe my pussy just felt so good
to him he couldn't stop.  Maybe.  I wondered if I would ever let Frank fuck
me again but I knew I would 'cause I knew I would want that feeling again
-- and again and again.  He knew so much about sex and I wanted to learn
it. I knew for certain though, that I would make sure he had a condom on if
we ever fucked again.  Maybe he would just lick me like he did by the lake.
That made me feel almost as good as fucking did.  He could lick me and I
could suck him and we would both feel good.

   I would practice on Steven tomorrow.  If I got good enough, maybe Frank
would want to lick and suck again and maybe that would be enough for him --
and for me.



   -------- More later.  I'm tired now.  -------

   I write, usually about a young girl and an older man, for my own
pleasure.  My stories have a kernel of an actual event in them but they are
sheer fantasy.  I will sometimes see a young girl at the market or riding a
bicycle or waiting in line with friends for a movie and my body will
literally twitch with excitement.  Not just ANY girl; some girls.  There is
no way I would ever approach one of these girls but I do fix an image in my
mind of their faces, figures, clothes and body language.  I then dream,
like a perverted Walter Mitty, about what might have happened had we
actually met.

   I always enjoy comments, good or bad.  Nice things encourage me to write
more.  Critical things encourage me to write better.  Please encourage me,
one way or another, by emailing me at:

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