Copyright (c) 2012, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication: Wednesday, August 08, 2012 Author: Hardguy Title: It Began One Day At The Mall Part: Deleted Scene: Christy Summary: An abandoned scene from 'It Began One Day At The Mall' where Christy attempts to seduce Jack in the pool. Keywords: M/g, no sex, flirting, touching The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain the reader. It may contain offensive language of a graphic sexual and/or violent nature and details many activities which are highly illegal in much of the modern world. I do not condone or encourage any activity that may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter the circumstances. Please realize that there is a line between being a pedophile and being a child molester. Any time that line is crossed, an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created. Please do your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from those who cannot see that line. Thank you. "Oh, ok. We're just gonna watch a movie now. You can watch it with us if you want." Dana was looking at him, her eyes pleading him to be where she was, and not outside where Christy was. "Maybe in a little bit. I wanna swim a little more still." "Oh...ok then." Jack looked over at Nikki and the other girl, who weren't paying any attention to the conversation he was having with Dana. He leaned in close to her, and spoke softly. "Don't worry, she won't steal me away from you." She grinned and blushed at what he said. He patted her on the head, and went out to the back. As he walked away, he heard one of the girls say, "God, I'm glad she left." It seemed Danielle's dislike of the girls was mutual. Out in the back all he saw Christy tanning on a lawn chair. All the other girls were in the pool. Christy saw him, flashed her sexiest smile, and repositioned herself on the chair, thrusting her chest forward, drawing his attention to it. "Jack, could you put some tanning lotion on me?" "Couldn't one of the other girls do it?" Jack countered, not wanting to do anything that might appear indecent. "They're all busy, and your big hands would really work it into me better." 'That's not the only thing I could work into you better,' Jack thought briefly, before mentally smacking himself for it. He was certainly a little girl watcher, but not a little girl fucker. He decided there was probably no way she'd take no for an answer, and picked up the bottle of lotion by her chair. Christy smiled, turned over onto her stomach, and reached back and untied the string holding her top on. "Don't miss a spot," she said teasingly. Jack squirted a daab of the lotion on his hands, rubbed them together and looked at the bare pre-tten back in front of him. He saw that her top had fallen away from the side of her breast nearest him. He took a breath to calm his nerves, and placed his hands on her back. "Oooooooooh," she cooed. "It's so cold." Jack started with her shoulders and worked his way down. He reached the small of her back, about an inch from the top of her swimsuit bottoms, and paused there for a bit. She noticed his hesitation. "C'mon, Jack. You don't want me to get burned, do you?" Jack looked at the skin he hadn't touched yet, and noticed the top of her butt crack was just peaking out. He moved his hands down slowly, working the remaining skin. He heard her catch her breath as his fingers dipped briefly through the shallow valley just above her ass. He took his hands away from her body once he had finished. "Legs too, Jack. ALL of them," she said with emphasis as she spread her legs open for him. END. Author's note: Cut this because it was getting off track of the story, and since Christy was just a minor character and had absolutely zero chance with Jack, there was really no point to continuing with the scene between them. Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome. Hardguy 8=====>~~~ This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.