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 A story by Krisnjamie.

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   Simon & The Wolves.

   Simon allowed his eyes to travel up the long bare legs before him.  They
grazed the top of her thighs and came to rest on the white cotton panties
decorated with small pink roses.

   Charlotte Wolfe lay back on her elbows looking down.  Her glance
switched between the boy and her crotch area.  Her skirt had been flipped
up to expose her rose patterned panties and she waited while he made his
next move.  She didn't have to wait long as Simon leant in and gripped the
hem of her panties on both sides.  She lifted obligingly as he tugged down
and she watched the fabric slide down her legs, passed her ankles and then
fly to the edge of the oval clearing in the barley crop in which they hid.

   Simon looked into her eyes and , briefly, they locked together.

   "open" he said

   A shiver ran through her as she parted her legs to expose herself to the
boy, noticing his smile as her legs parted.

   Simon moved in again, scrambling on his knees between her parted legs
until the rough material of his jeans brushed each of her thighs.  She
parted her legs wider.

   For a moment Simon studied the down covered area, always intrigued by
the change in colour and hue from outer to inner body.  Her smell wafted up
to him and he grinned broadly.

   "Want me to touch you?"

   She nodded her assent.

   He first covered the whole area with his hand and then let it slip down
between her thighs parting her flesh as he did so.  Turning his hand over
so that it was palm up he slipped his middle finger into the girl and felt
the tremor that ran through her.

   He stroked gently in and out for a few minutes before bringing his thumb
down onto her engorged clit and rubbing it hard.  Seconds later his hand
was wet with her come and she was gasping for breath.

   "Take off your shirt" he commanded, not moving his hand from her cunt.

   "What?"

   "Take of your shirt.  I wanna see."

   She pushed herself into a sitting position.  It was awkward because of
his finger buried inside of her.

   Charlotte glanced around the perimeter of the field.  There was nobody.

   "What if somebody comes?" she asked.

   "Nobody will come.  Take it off." Simon repeated

   A further brief glance and Charlotte reached down, grabbed the hem of
her t shirt and tugged it up and over her head.

   As her nipples came into view Simon allowed another broad grin and
thought back to their first meeting only 10 days ago.

   Despite the relatively small neighbourhood and the fact that both
families had lived in the area for a few years they had never met before.
Simon had been with friends, 2 brothers, one older and one younger and
Charlotte had been accompanied by her two younger sisters.

   They met in the adjacent field where a poor crop had been harvested into
small straw bales for sale to the local horsey folk.  Tony, at 13 the older
of the two brothers, knew Charlotte from school.  After a brief chat a
playful fight ensued with the girls being laid siege to.  They had formed a
small square with a few bales and Tony and his brother Alan made a number
of mock charges, throwing clumps of straw at the three girls who sheltered
within.

   Simon had watched for a few minutes and then without reason had chosen
to take a role as defender of the girls.  At first this was just part of
the game but soon Tony made it rather more personal.  The fight became
harder and more physical.

   At 12 Simon was smack in the middle of the brothers age wise.  They had
never fought before, other than a little play wrestling and Tony obviously
expected an easy victory in front of Charlotte.  It was not to be.  20
minutes later and Tony and Alan left the field.  Alan had simply stepped in
a small pot hole and twisted his ankle but Tony had blood dripping from a
split lip which was getting fatter by the second.

   Simon had turned to the girls who jumped up around him and treated him
like a real hero.

   Charlotte was the oldest at 11.  She was a little shorter than Simon
with long straight blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a smile that could
melt ice.

   Vicky, at 10 was the obligatory gawky one.  You couldn't have had a more
different sister.  She was as tall as her older sister but had dark hair
cropped short, wore heavy braces and slightly bent glasses.

   Lucy was the youngest at 8.  A smaller copy of Charlotte but quiet and
shy.

   Until that day Simon had had almost no experience of girls.  He hadn't
talked to them, played with them, laughed at them and he certainly hadn't
spent time thinking about them.  Now he was surrounded by three of them
telling him how brave he was, how strong he was and he was a little
embarrassed.  Apart from anything else he had just fallen out with his best
friend.  That happened from time to time of course, but they had never
fought over girls before!

   As the afternoon turned to evening Charlotte suggested that the two
younger sisters go home to make sure that they weren't late.  Simon was
surprised when they did as they were told.  Once the sisters had
disappeared from sight he had turned to Charlotte to say his own goodbyes
and she had pouted.

   "Can't I even give you a kiss for protecting me?" she whimpered

   Simon was dumstruck and Charlotte took advantage of his hesitation by
moving in and giving him a peck on the cheek.

   "Do you have to go right now?" she asked

   Simon looked at his watch.

   "Well I could stay a bit longer I s'pose"

   Charlotte had used that smile then, taken his hand and encouraged her to
sit down with her amongst the remnants of the bale fort.

   "You can kiss me properly if you wanna" she stated.

   Simon had never kissed a girl, properly or otherwise and he was
tentative and gentle as he brushed his lips against hers.  The second time
he was firmer and the third time she opened her lips, encouraged him to do
the same with her tongue and the feelings rushed over him.

   Suddenly hormones were released that probably should have stayed locked
away for another year or two.  One hand held he head so that the kiss
lasted longer and the other instinctively sought out her breast.  Something
in his brain told him that she hadn't objected and therefore must like it
and his hand scurried down, found the hem of her shirt and burrowed up to
feel her directly.  She had no breasts to speak of but her nipple became
hard under his touch and she squirmed a bit against him.  Instinct was in
charge now.  His other hand dropped to her knee, followed her leg up and
under her skirt and reached her panties.  She broke away.

   "I've only just met you.  You shouldn't do that." She stated.

   Simon stopped his attack under her skirt and, instead, used both hands
on her firm young nipples.  She didn't object to that.

   Much kissing and fondling of nipples later the two young people noticed
the shadows lengthening and Simon eventually let her go.

   He didn't leave with her.  Making some excuse to find something he had
left behind he waited until she was gone before investigating the sticky
mess that had suddenly appeared in his own briefs.  It took a while to
realise that he hadn't wet himself.  That, in fact, he had come.  Spurted
jism just like the older boys boasted about.

   The following day Simon had ventured down to the field again, just on
the off chance that she might be about.  Sure enough the three girls were
all there.  As soon as he approached they huddled together briefly and then
Vicky and Lucy make some excuse and left.

   Within moments he was back in the same position as the evening before.
Two hands fiddling with the unseen nipples and tongues fighting for control
of oral space.

   After a short while Charlotte broke away again.

   "What I said last night.....you know....about not knowing you very
well....it was kinda silly of me."

   The light dawned slowly in his mind but then burned very bright.

   "You sure?" he asked dreading the response.

   Charlotte just nodded.

   It took scant seconds for one hand to move from nipple to panties.  A
few seconds more and he had wormed his way under the waistband of the
panties and a few minutes later they were around her ankles and Simon was
closely inspecting his first vagina.

   Now, only 10 days later, Charlotte lay back on her elbows almost naked
before him.  She wore her skirt, scrunched up above her waist, white ankle
socks and trainers.  He had control.  Almost every day since that first
meeting he had taken matters a little further.  At no time had she done
more than hesitate as he pushed the boundaries.  This was going to be a
great summer.

   Charlotte ensured accessibility by wearing a skirt almost every day and
on those days that she didn't it was usually because, for whatever reason,
she was responsible for Vicky & Lucy and couldn't send them home.  On those
days the four would play and chat, although Charlotte and Simon usually
managed to sneak a little privacy for a few minutes now and then.  During
those times he would explore her body with his fingers under her clothes
and listen to the chatter and giggle of the younger girls in the near
distance.

   On one evening, as they walked back across the fields towards home the
two younger girls fell behind.  Occasionally Simon or Charlotte would
glance back to check that they were following on but generally the two
young people walked hand in hand and talked about what they might do the
next time they were alone.

   It was quite a shock to Simon when he looked behind him to check on the
sisters just in time to see a topless Nicky doing cartwheels in the
distance.  There were squeals from both of the younger girls when they
realised that he had seen and Nicky promptly disappeared from sight to
rearrange her clothing.

   Charlotte just giggled.

   "They both have a crush on you" she whispered to the startled boy, "but
they can't have `cos you're mine."

   Simon blushed and Charlotte giggled at him.

   Everything stopped when The Wolfe family went on holiday for the last
three weeks of the holidays.

   Simon patched things up with Tony & Alan and all returned to times
before Charlotte had burst onto the scene.

   During the next several weeks homework and darker evenings took their
toll.  Simon occasionally met up with Tony, who at least went to the same
school as Charlotte, but news was thin on the ground.  It was one frosty
Sunday in October when the pair bumped into each other again.

   Charlotte was walking a huge German Shepherd who seemed to take an
instant dislike to a young boy bounding towards them.  She held on to the
lead with both hands and the dog eventually stopped snarling and showing
teeth.  Simon gingerly held out a hand and allowed himself to be sniffed
and, ever so slowly, accepted.  As they walked with the beast between them
Charlotte explained that her father was a local policeman, Rebel was a
potential police dog who had failed training and thus the two had been
brought together.  As it turned out, Rebel and Simon were to become best
buddies but the dog was very protective around the family and few others
ever got too close.

   After that haphazard meetings "occurred" during walk times.  Sometimes
plans went awry when Mr Wolfe decided to go with Charlotte but generally
the kids saw each other once or twice during the week and each Saturday and
Sunday.  The dropping temperature and the need to keep a tight rein over
the hound meant little opportunity for the girl to divest her clothes and
even kisses became interesting with the dog getting very excited and noisy
when that happened.

   In the week after Christmas, a few days before school started again they
met one evening.  Rebel was being particularly difficult and the
conversation was both hurried and disjointed.  The central theme was that
both the Wolfe parents would be working the next day and that Simon could
come round to the house if he wanted.

   A second invitation was not needed and a little after 9.30 the following
day he pitched up at the house, rang the doorbell and waited.

   He heard footsteps bounding down the hall and the door was flung open by
Lucy.

   "Come in - quick." She urged, shutting the door behind the boy as
quickly as possible.

   "Don't want anybody to see you coming in" she explained.

   Lucy was wearing a vibrant orange towelling thing.  It appeared to be a
one piece item comprising shorts and a short sleeved top with a zip running
from neck to navel.

   She noticed him looking.

   "We use them for pyjamas" she said shyly "we all have them."

   "we all have them" was the phrase that bounced around the inside of his
head.  What he wouldn't give to see Charlotte wearing something like that.

   It was almost as if Lucy could read his thoughts.  Cocking her head on
one side she beckoned him to follow.

   "C'mon Simon.  Hope you don't mind but you're earlier than we expected
and we're all still in our jim jams."

   She smirked as the boy looked ahead expectantly.

   It was Rebel who was next to greet him, bounding down the hallway,
failing to stop properly on the wooden floor and sliding headlong into
Simon.  The two friends greeted each other and then the boy hurried after
Lucy who was leading the way.

   They went into the kitchen where Nicky and Charlotte were still sat at
the table eating toast.

   Charlotte waved him to a seat but Lucy stopped him by grabbing his
wrist.

   "Simon wants to see us all in out jim jams I think." She giggled.

   Simon blushed, Vicky roared and Charlotte smiled that smile.

   Moments later four bodies were on parade before the boy.

   Rebel sat proudly next to Lucy who stood to attention next to an equally
upright Vicky.  On the end was Charlotte, resplendent in a tight orange
towelling pyjama set.  The material stretched over her widening hips and
chest and the groove between her thighs told its own tale.

   Simon gulped and all three girls giggled together.

   Toast and tea followed before Charlotte announced that they had better
be getting dressed.  Lucy and Vicky bounded out of the room and thundered
up the stairs.

   "C'mon" whispered Charlotte "I'll show you my room."

   Taking his hand she followed in the footsteps of her sisters as far as
the landing and then pointed out the door to her sisters' room before
leading him to the door at the far end of the landing which was hers.

   Shutting the door behind them she positioned him leaning back against
it. There was no lock and only Simon would prevent the door bursting open
if the sisters came to play.

   Standing in the centre of the room Charlotte turned to face him.  She
reached up and slowly dragged the zipper down.  She watched him swallow as
the material gaped and pale flesh was exposed.  Once fully unzipped the
girl shrugged the garment from her shoulders letting it hang around her
waist as she posed to allow the boy to take in the breasts that were
forming quite rapidly and that he hadn't seen for weeks.  Then she slipped
her hands into the side of the material and shoved the whole package down.
The orange towelling resisted at first but then started to slip and gained
speed as gravity took hold.  As the material gathered around her ankles she
stepped out of it and posed once again so that Simon could see her naked.

   She stepped forward and he moved to meet her.  She pushed him back
against the door.

   "You can't move" she giggled "If you move the brats can get in."

   Simon leaned back against the woodwork as she pressed her naked body
against him, rubbing gently up and down his torso.  He didn't move when,
for the first time ever, her hands sought out the buttons on his jeans and
deftly undid them one by one.  He still didn't move when she shoved the
material down, taking his own briefs with it.  He did jump a bit when her
hand wrapped itself around his erection, but her smile calmed him and he
allowed her to explore.

   He watched her intently as she stepped back, not letting go of his cock
but wanting to see it with her own eyes.  He watched her smile and waited
as her eyes travelled back up to meet his.

   "Can I try something I've seen my mother do?" she hissed

   "Sure, whatever" he replied

   He was confused when her head lowered as she knelt.  He followed it with
his own eyes, not daring to take his weight from the door.  He watched
spellbound as she slid her hand up and down his erection a few times and
gasped when her mouth opened and she took his cock in passed her lips.

   "Oh jeez" was all he time to say.  There was no other warning before his
shot a sticky load of his come into her mouth.

   She threw herself back and a second spasm sent a further globule into
her face with a third quickly following to land in her long blonde hair.

   "Ssssorry" he whispered

   The startled look slowly disappeared from her face.  Her smile returned.

   "That was cool.  Don't be sorry, just gotta fathom how to get to the
bathroom without the brats seeing me in this mess."

   He looked at her and saw what she meant.  His jism was spread over her
face and mouth.  It hung from her hair and glistened on her bare chest.

   "I'll entertain them" he said tugging his underwear and jeans back into
place.

   "Not quite that way I hope" she said laughing.

   Fully dressed Simon slipped out o the room and down the landing to the
door previously identified as belonging to the sisters.

   Given the time lapse he didn't even consider that they might still be
changing but rapped on the door out of politeness as he turned the handle
and entered.

   Shrieks and squeals met his ears are two more semi naked girls dashed
for cover.  Lucy was in panties and quickly covered her torso with a t
shirt whilst Vicky was still wearing the bottom half of the pyjama suit,
the balance trailing behind her, and Simon had time to study her nipples
before she recovered the top half of the garment and made herself decent.

   "Sorry girls" said Simon "didn't realise how slow you are at getting
dressed!"

   He backed out with shouts and howls of laughter from the younger
sisters.

   He was back and waiting in her room when Charlotte came out of the
bathroom freshly showered and with a large bath towel wrapped around her.
He thought about simply taking the towel off of her and playing with her
there and then but a small voice came from further down the landing
suggesting that they were no longer free to be alone.

   The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent playing board
games and teasing the younger kids and then it was time to go before mum or
dad got home.

   It would be Easter before Simon saw Charlotte naked again.  But he
didn't know it at the time.
   End of Part One.