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
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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.