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The Runaway
By T.J. Madison
1.
I was walking Fido through the park across my apartment complex when I
found her. She was sitting on a bench, next to the playground when Fido
ran over to her and began trying to draw her attention. She looked up at
the dog, but obviously didn't want to play.
"Fido, heel," I ordered,but Fido was never one to listen.
I walked over to her and was in the midst of apologizing when she
looked up at me with sad,tired eyes. I was shocked when I saw she couldn't
be a day over 15. I glanced at my watch, which flashed 10:18 p.m. It was
Tuesday - on what should have been a schoolnight.
"Sorry about the dog," I said. "Are you OK?"
She returned her eyes back toward the ground. "Yeah, sure, I'm fine."
Fido ran underneath her gaze and over to one of her hands, where
herubbed his back against her fingers. Absent-mindedly, she reached out
and petted the dog. She was wear a dirty black t-shirt that looked as
though it hadn't been washed in days. Her hair was greasy and her face
also looked dirty against the streetlights that shone over the park.
Underneath that grime, however, seemedto be a pretty girl that didn't
belong.
"He likes you," I said.
I thought I heard her say, "At least somebody does, but I wasn't sure.
"You live around here?" I asked. "You don't look all the familiar."
She hemmed and hawwed and said something about living up the road.
Fido was enjoying her touch and at one point the pooch jumped to lick her
face and she smiled.
"He's a good dog," she said.
"Yeah, he is," I replied. "I think he's hungry. I was about to feed
him when he decided he had to go outside to do his business."
I thought she said she knew the feeling, but again I wasn't positive.
"You ready to eat girl?" I said to the dog, who happily bounded away
from the girl and back toward his master. "Let's go eat. Nice meeting
you," I added as I walked away.
Fido and I had barely walked 10 steps when she called out "HEY
MISTER!"
I stopped and turned. She walked up to me, looking down most of the
way and said, "Do you have a couple of bucks to spare? I'm kinda hungry
myself."
My heart broke. I had expected she was a homeless teenager, one of
many in our area. But I had no money on me.
"I tell you what," I said. "Why don't you come on inside and I'll
make you some supper. Plus, Fido will enjoy having a playmate."
Fido ran over to her and playfully jumped up on her.
She gave me a wary look, but her hunger won out. We walked back to my
apartment.
2.
Her name was Heidi. She said she was only 13 and had arrived in town
the day before. She hadn't eaten since leaving the previous town where she
had been. She had runaway from her home because she couldn't deal with her
physically abusive stepfather. Her boyfriend was supposed to go with her,
but he chickened out at the last minute. So she left alone and ended up in
a park, late at night, hungry, with a dog licking her fingers.
She quickly wolved down two bologna and cheese sandwiches, an orange,
and a glass of milk. As she warmed up, I noted she did have a charming
personality and a very cute smile. How, I wondered, could I send this girl
back out onto the street.
"Listen, Heidi," I finally said. "I don't know how you'll feel about
this, but if you want to hang out here tonight, you're more than welcome. I
mean you can take a shower, crash on the couch, watch some cable. I have to
get to bed early, but I'll throw your clothes in the laundry and at least
you'll get a good nights' sleep."
She looked at me warily.
"Well, what do you want in return?" she asked.
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"Usually, if somebody lets me stay with them, they want me to do
something.. you know."
I was shocked, but stammered out.."no, no, nothing like that."
She again eyed me warily. "Can I trust you?" she said.
I had a brief mental image of me waking up in the morning with my TV
and stereo missing. "Can I trust you?" I replied.
She smiled. "Yeah, you can."
I told her where the bathroom was and within five minutes she came out
wearing only a towel, wrapped tightly around her tiny boobs and covering
much of her 4-foot, 10-inch frame. She handed me a pile of clothes and I
retreated across the hall to the wash room.
I placed each of her pieces of clothing into the washer. Her jeans,
stained with grass and mud. Her black t-shirt, complete with a slightly
repugnant order. Two pair of socks, each with holes in the toes, one pair
of blue cotton bikini panties, and a small white bra with the clasp in the
front and a slight hint of lace around the cups.
I again went back inside my house where I could hear Heidi singing a
song in the shower. She had a pretty voice, I noted, moving to the living
room and settting up the couch for her to sleep on.
A few minutes later, she too was in the living room, still wearing
just the towel and looking like a beautiful little ingenue.
"I don't have anything to wear," she said.
I tried not to stare and turned my attention to something else while
telling her the spare bedroom across the hall, which was actually my
computer room, had a dresser full of extra clothes and she could have her
pick of whatever she liked.
She bounced off merrily toward the room, still singing that same
tune. I wondered when thelast time she showered was. I had put the dishes
into the dishwasher and shut off the kitchen light when I walked back into
the living room and Heidi entered fromthe hall way. She was wearing one of
my gray tank tops and as she walked by me I caught a glimpse of her left
breast through the arm hole. She looked so young and so beautiful in the
tank, which was long enough to run midway down her thighs.
"Umm, you should have everything you need, the remote is right there,"
I stammered trying not to look at her sitting there on the couch. "I'm
hitting the hay so... I guess goodnight."
She bid me goodnight and I retreated to my bedroom, feeling the sweat
on my brow. I knew I was doing the right thing for this kid, but where
these thoughts were coming from where unknown to me. I lay in bed, with
the only light coming from the television which flashed the local late
night news. Sports had even come on yet, when there was a knock on my
door. Then Heidi entered and turned on the light, causing me a brief
blindness.
"Hey, Mister," she said walking over to the bed.
"I told you to call me Mark," I replied.
"I forgot to thank you, Mark - for everything," she said, sliding up
onto the bed and sitting on her knees. Then, she leaned forward and kissed
me gently on the cheek. She pulled away, but was still leaning slightly
toward me. I could see right down the neck of her tank, revealing to me
both of her young perky breasts and tiny pointed nipples.
"Good night," she said and was gone, turning off the light and
shutting the door behind her.
Before falling asleep, I masterbated to relieve the tension.
3.
The next morning, at 6 a.m.sharp, I walked out into the living
roomwhere only a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Heidi was still asleep on
the couch, laying on her back with the comforter I gave her having fallen
to the floor. I walked over to cover her back up when I noticed that tank
had ridden up halfway up her belly and her crotch was exposed to me.
She had a tiny patch of brown pubic hair just above her crotch and
skin that looked so soft and gentle it could belong to an angel. I stared
at her, looking her body up and down, from her tinybreasts,barely visible
below the folds in the tank top, across her creamy white belly, back to her
young vagina. She was a vision of beauty. And she was giving me an
erection.
I picked up the comforter and covered back up and ran to the shower,
where I again masterbated before soaping myself up and getting ready for my
day. I was out the door by 7:15, leaving her a note telling her where the
cereal was and to help herself to another shower.
When I returned from work that night, the living room was neatly
arranged - the TV and stereo were still there - and there was a note under
my note that said, "Thanks Mark, Love Heidi."
I was home alone for two hours when a knock came at the door. I
opened it and there stood Heidi with a sad look on her face.
"I don't have any place to go," she said.
I smiled at her. "Of course you do," I replied. "Come on in."
I made her more sandwiches, which she scoffed down with the same
vigor as the day before. Then we both retreated to the living room to
watch some television. I had taken off my suit and tie workclothes in
favor of a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. By 9 p.m., Heidi asked if she
could get ready for bed. I got her the comforter out and she came back
from the spare bedroom where the same tank top with no bra. As she bent
over to put her clothes on a chair, though, I spied a pair of panties.
The movie "Scream" was just coming on a pay-per-view channel so I
asked her if she wanted towatch it. She said sure so we sat on the couch
watching murderous mayhem happen. Heidi jumped a number of times, but
toward the end of the movie she was growing tired and asked if she could
lay down. I assured her she could and began to move away toward the chair,
but she stopped me and laid her head down on my lap. From the way she was
laying, I could see most of her breast through the arm hole of the tank
top. I could feel myself growing harder right next to her head. At one
point, during the movie's climax, she leaned back toward me and placed her
right hand over her head. As she did this, her entire breast was revealed
to me, the white suppleness of it and the nipple, barely the size of a
quarter, with the tiniest of buds pressing skyward. I could feel my dick
grow harder, pushing against the side of head.
A couple of times she jumped, moving her head slightly in a way that
massaged my cock. I wondered if she noticed the bulge against her head.
When the movie ended, she sat up and said she was goig to the bathroom
before going to bed. I said "goodnight" and rushed to my own bedroom
masterbating while I thougth her breasts.
She didn't come in to thank me during the local news. Rathre, at 1
a.m., she woke me up by shaking my shoulders.
"Heidi?" I asked.
"Mark," she said. "I'm scared...I'mafraid... can ilay next to you?"
I could hear the fear inher voice and assured her that she could and
that everything would be ok. She snuggled up against me, one arm wrapped
around my upper body. It felt so nice, having herlay next to me. I put my
arm around her shoulder and stroked her softly on her back, her shoulder
and her hair. "You'll be OK here, Heidi," I said.
We fell asleep and when I woke up the next morning, I was hugging
Heidi from behind. Spooning her would be the correct terminology and she
felt delightful in my arms. It was Saturday and I didn't have to wake up.
So instead, I just lay there next to her, taking her all in, how she felt,
how she smelled. I pulled myself toward her ever so slightly and I felt
her stir next to me with a slight wiggle of her butt, which was matched
straight up against my own groin. I felt myself grow as I pushed back
against her slightly. As I wrapped my arms around her, I could feel her
breasts under my arms and my bulge grow from within my boxers, which were
snug against her panties. She was so safe in my arms, I thought, as I
pushed my growing bulge into her butt even more. God she felt great.
Finally, she stirred and rolled over, facing me with atired smile.
"morning,"she said.
"Good morning," I replied.
She moved herself over toward me and wrapped a hug around her so our
bodies were pressed together. "I feel so safe next to you," she said,
nuzzling her face into my shoulder and neck.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her toward me, pushing our
torsos together so I could feel her chest. At the same time, without even
knowning I did, I felt my semi-erect bulge push into her panties. I
couldn't tell at first, but it felt as though she pushed back.
We lay like that, just hugging and holding each other, and absent
mindedly rubbing our lower halfs agaisnt each other. Before I knew I was
fully erect, pushing aagainst her slightly spread legs.
She surprised with what she didnex, slding over and climbing on top of
me so that her crotch was directly over my erectcock.
"Uh, Heidi," I said.
"Shh," she said. "It's OK.. It feels nice."
She began moving herself back and forth over the length of my hard
rod.
"Oh, Heidi," I said,feeling how light she was sitting onme.
"mmmm," she said, sliding back and forth.
My hands began exploring her back, reaching up inside her tank top.
She slid back suddenly and readjust my boxers so my 7 inch cock popped
through the fly hole.
"It's big," she said. Then, before sliding back on top of me, she slid
her panties over slightly revealing her wonderful little crotch that I had
seen 24 hours earlier. Then she sat back on top of me and began sliding
her lips back and forth along my hardness.
"OOH HEIDI," I said as I felt her wetlips slide against my cock.
She moaned slghtly and my hands went up the front of her tank and
began feeling her tiny budding tits.
"Oooh, it feelsso good," Heidi said.
It did, too, so finally I rolled her off me and pulled down her
panties.. I began my kissing her breasts while my fingers began to explore
her young, wet pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips up into my hand. I
sucked on each of her nipples as I fingered and played with her clit. Then
my kisses began a downward retreat, across her belly and into her pubic
hair, to the point her pussy began.
to be continued....
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