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Young Becky (mf, teens)
By: The Whole Nine Yards (mjk3@ripco.com)
(Note: *asterisks* surrounding a word are used for emphasis and
are to be read as italics.)
Chapter 1
"Goodnight Robby," said Rebecca as she quickly kissed him on the
cheek and ascended the stairs in her short nightshirt.
"Goodnight," was Rob's response, not looking at his nine-year-old
sister, concentrating more on our air-hockey game, which I
happened to be winning at the time.
Rob and I, my name is Mike, were, and still are, best friends.
We've been best friends as far back as I can remember, and our
parents say that we used to share bottles when we were little.
We are now both seventeen, juniors in high school. Rob has one
sister and I have an older brother.
My brother and I were never really close. I mean, we weren't
enemies, but we never really talked together like best friends
would. And after he went away to college, we drifted even
farther apart. I see him now only when he's off on break.
Rob and I loved playing air-hockey. Rob's family bought a full
sized air-hockey table for their basement, and almost every night
Rob and I would have tournaments. We were about equal in skill,
so it was always a lot of fun. We could take on anyone and we'd
beat them.
Rob's sister Rebecca was extremely cute. She was a little tall
for her age, slender, and had brownish, blonde hair. I thought
it neat how Becky would always look up to her brother. She
really thought highly of him. Whenever she had a question or a
problem, she would always go to her brother, even over her mom
and dad, looking at Rob seriously with those baby blues that she
had. I would often wish that I had a little sister when I was
over at their house.
Rob, though, never wanted to be bothered by her and would always
give her a half-assed answer, or make some rude comment about how
he didn't want her "in his presence." Becky was never very
persistent and would always walk away looking kinda sad. I felt
sorry for her. One day, during one of our air-hockey games, and
after Rob had told his sister to leave him alone, I said to him,
"Rob, you have no idea how lucky you are to have a little sister.
Sometimes I wish I had a little sister instead of an older
brother."
"No you don't. Trust me, having a kid sister is no fun. Every
minute it's `Rob, help me with this. Rob help me with that.' I
wish she would just leave me the fuck alone sometimes! Questions
and problems are what *parents* are for."
I kept quiet. I didn't agree with him, of course, but Rob didn't
like to be told that he was wrong. He'd just get angrier.
After that day, I became attracted to Becky more. It was partly
due to all the short nightshirts that I'd seen her wear. And all
the times I had witnessed her kiss her brother goodnight. And
all the times I've seen peeks at her panties while she laid on
the floor watching TV in her nightshirt. . . . Now looking back,
I can pinpoint what really turned me on about Becky. It was
something that no girls my age still possessed. Being only nine,
she still had most of her innocence. I was able to get those
peeks at her panties, because she didn't yet care. She still
kissed her brother goodnight because that was the right thing to
do.
So I started building up a trust with her. At the time I really
didn't know what my goal was. At first, I guess I just felt
sorry for her, but it began to evolve into making Becky the
sister my parents never sired. Later, it turned into something
else.
In the past, I had never really said much to her, but now I was
talking to her at every chance I could get. Unfortunately,
though, I was hindered by Rob, who despised us talking. He would
often say, "No, don't talk to her. She doesn't deserve to have
any speech directed her way." Or he would say to her, "Mike is
*my* friend. Why don't you keep your mouth shut!" I don't know
where this hate for his sister came from, but it was retarding my
mission, if you could call it that.
I was a bit embarrassed to explain to Rob my feelings for his
sister, and quite frankly, knowing Rob, he would have taken it
the wrong way, and not let me have *any* kind of communication
with Becky. That was just how Rob was.
Once in a while, I'd get to speak to Becky at length without
having to worry about Rob. One such time, while Rob was taking a
shit, Becky initiated conversation. She had just taken her bath
and her beautiful shoulder-blade length dishwater-blonde hair
looked casual, although it had been brushed. She was wearing
another short, light nightshirt and no socks. She walked up to
me, smelling of shampoo, and looking up (as I was much taller
than her) said, "I'll play you in air-hockey."
"Okay," I said agreeably. We took our places at the opposite
ends of the table and started to play. We played for a minute,
laughing and cracking jokes. But behind the guise of my
pleasantness my gears were turning, thinking of ways to better
use those precious minutes before Rob returned. I thought of
something. "Becky, let me show you what you have to do if you
want to beat your brother." I walked to Becky's side of the
table and stood behind her. "Okay, now lean forward and hold the
paddle in your right hand, like this." I got real close to her
and showed her what I meant, holding her hand as she held the
paddle. "Good. Now use your left hand to hold yourself up." I
demonstrated this on her also. "Perfect. Now spread your legs a
little to keep yourself more stable." This I helped her with by
getting down on my knees and moving her ankles apart, while at
the same time turning my head up, getting a good view of her
white, cotton panties, tightly stretched over her crotch. I
prolonged the moment as much as I could, taking a mental
snapshot, that I could review later at home. "Good, this will do
just fine. Don't you feel more comfortable this way?" I was
still on my knees and she turned around, now looking down on me.
"Yes, much better. Thank you," she said as she smiled and
wrapped her arms around my neck. I was about to say something
else when we both heard Rob descending the stairs. Quickly, she
let go and started ascending the stairs to be greeted by a dirty
look from Rob. I was standing at the foot of the stairs as I
asked Rob facetiously, "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yes, of course," he responded wittingly. My eyes wandered
beyond Rob to the top of the stairs, where Becky had stopped,
turned around, grinning wildly, and lifted up her nightshirt for
a second, exposing her panties once again, this time
deliberately. Rob was beginning to look over his shoulder when
Becky blew me a silent kiss goodnight and rushed off to bed. We
were both lucky that he didn't see her.
My dick was hard for a few minutes after the incident, and I
could feel the precum at the tip. Later that night, I had one of
the best masturbation sessions ever; my mind was swirling with
the peeks of Becky's panties and the idea that she now *wanted*
to show me them. I had a very graphic dream that same night
about Becky and was anxious to see her again from the moment I
awakened.
Chapter 2
That next evening I tried and I tried to get alone with Becky.
Unfortunately, I wasn't having any luck because I couldn't get
away from Rob. After about five games of air-hockey, it was
approaching nine o'clock, Becky's bedtime. She came down the
stairs, having just taken her bath, wearing the same nightshirt.
My dick began to harden as she gave her traditional kiss
goodnight to Rob and ascended the stairs. She stopped at the top
again and waved goodnight to me. I could respond only with a
furtive smile, when I got a brilliant idea. I told Rob that I
needed a drink and would be right back. I went up the stairs and
into the kitchen, seeing Becky standing in front of the open
fridge. I remember thinking to myself all the things I'd like to
do to Becky while I looked at her, but I didn't have a whole lot
of time. After all, I was supposed to be just getting a drink of
water; Rob would be expecting me back in under two minutes. She
was standing on her tip-toes now to reach a carton of ice cream,
and her underpants were just visible under her short nightshirt.
The seconds were fleeting so I took action. I walked up to her
as she closed the freezer, ice cream in hand. "Are you going to
bed soon?" I asked. I couldn't think of any other way to start
the conversation.
"Yep, because I have to get up early for school tomorrow," Becky
explained, looking me in the eyes.
"Okay, well I just wanted to say goodnight." I spoke quietily so
Rob wouldn't hear. She put the ice cream carton down, turned to
me, and came real close, so close that she had to look way up to
see me.
"Could you kiss me goodnight?" she innocently asked. Boom!
Surprise attack! I was taken aback by her question, and I didn't
know what to say. I relished the thought of my lips touching her
face and possibly, if I had enough courage, kissing her on the
mouth, but what if Rob walked into the room, and even worse,
Becky's parents. I'd be dead for sure. I quickly made up my
mind and chose the right option.
I gave her a warm, friendly smile and said, "Sure."
I leaned forward, placing my hands on her back and moving them
downwards, until they rested on her small behind, although there
was still the nightshirt separating my fingers from the fabric of
her panties. And then I kissed her--twice. The first kiss I
planted on her left cheek, when she reached up and wrapped her
arms comfortably around my neck. Then I moved my hands and let
them wander under her nightshirt, until the only thing that was
separating my fingers from her ass was her thin cotton panties.
I squeezed gently as I moved my mouth to hers and gave her a
gentle, but generous, kiss on the lips. I felt tremendous love
for her at that moment and we held each other for realistically
wasn't more than a few seconds, but it seemed like a lot longer.
I let go of her first and then she followed as we shared smiles.
I then said "Goodnight, Becky," and she said goodnight and sort-
of ran upstairs to her room, completely forgetting the ice cream,
which I put away.
I stood there for a few seconds, thinking about what had just
happened, and then I remembered that I was supposed to be getting
a drink! So I quickly filled a glass with water and went
downstairs.
Chapter 3
The next day was Saturday. It was a brisk cold, but sunny.
Spring was on its way. I could smell it in the air. That
afternoon I was over at Rob's house and we were playing air-
hockey. Becky was sitting at a table across the room coloring
something. I didn't want to say anything to her because Rob was
right there, but our eyes would occasionally meet and I would
secretly smile to her. I lost that game because I was
concentrating more on Becky. We were about to start another when
Rob's mom yelled down the stairs. "Rob, I need your help. My
car won't start."
"Okay mom, be right there." "I'll be right back," he said as he
ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
I heard the outside door open and shut when I walked over to
where Becky was coloring. She was barefoot wearing green
sweatpants with a white T-shirt. "What are you coloring?" I
asked. She backed her chair from the table, stood up, and
smiled.
"Can you kiss me again?" ignoring my question.
Then I was scared shitless because I heard Rob's voice coming
from the stairs.
"My mom's car needs a jump, so this may take a bitty. Find
something to do down there for awhile."
Thank God he was at the top of the stairs and couldn't see me.
I looked at Becky and smiled as I yelled back, "Okay, I'm sure
I'll find something to do to keep myself busy." Becky was
giggling.
I got down on my knees to make us more equal in height. "You
want me to kiss you again, huh?" I joked. "You mean like a
`goodnight' kiss?"
She nodded. I placed my hands on her waist. "Well, I don't
know," I said slowly, pretending to be in deep thought. "You
sure don't look like you're ready for bed," I said as I put my
thumbs under the waistband of her sweatpants. "I think we're
going to have to take these off, being that this is a goodnight
kiss and all."
I helped Becky as she pushed down her sweatpants and stepped out
of them. The shirt was not nearly as long as the ones she uses
for night shirts, so her white, cotton panties were in full view.
"How about you sit down to make it easier?" We both sat down
Indian style on the carpeted floor. "There, that's much better."
My heart was beating wildly from the excitement and my dick was
so hard, that it wasn't easy sitting down in my jeans.
I leaned towards her and went right for her lips, giving her a
long kiss. But this time she kissed back. She was hugging me
tightly as we kissed, and I remember an image of Rob coming down
the stairs quickly passing through my mind.
I don't know if it was her or me that broke the kiss, but I asked
her, smiling, "How was *that*?"
"Well, that was *okay*, but I think you should try again."
"Okay, but can I kiss you anywhere I want?"
She nodded, grinning wildly.
"*anywhere*?"
She nodded again.
"Okay, lie down."
She did as she was told, lying flat on her back. I was very
excited and it was extremely hard to keep my voice from wavering.
I did a spider-walk up her right leg with my fingers, which made
her giggle and move her leg. I did the same thing on her other
leg and then on her panties, moving my hand under her shirt,
stopping at her flat tummy. I increased the pressure there which
made her really laugh. She was squirming due to my tickling.
Then I straddled her, sitting right over her ankles. "Now lift
up your arms, like this," and I grasped her wrists and pushed her
arms together until her hands were touching on the carpet above
her head.
Then I pulled up her T-shirt and she lifted her back off the
floor to make it easier, and I took it off, placing it in a pile
to my right. Her chest was now completely exposed. Her breasts
were nothing more than two nipples that had just began
development. Nevertheless, I was highly turned on, and it wasn't
easy to breathe; my throat seemed to have closed a bit.
I could tell Becky was enjoying herself. She was giggling away;
but it wasn't fake giggling. It was the kind that you hear when
you're on a roller coaster, plummeting down that first hill--the
uncontrollable giggling that happens when you get that funny
feeling in your stomach. She wanted to do this; she wanted to
move on. The thought of it all was making me crazy, crazy for
more.
Becky was down to one piece of clothing--her white, cotton
panties--but I wasn't just ready to get those off. I scooted back
to just in front of her feet and I said, "Okay, Becky, now spread
your legs--as far as they'll go. She did, and I helped her gain a
couple inches, pushing her legs apart with my hands. I kept
pushing until I was sure that they wouldn't stretch any farther
apart.
I looked between her legs at the leg band of her panties, and
since her legs were stretched so far apart, and her panties were
rather tight-fitting, I could see a revealing outline of her
little pussy, the fabric pushing in-between her two folds. I
could also see a small spot of wetness, right where her hole was,
which made me even more excited.
I stood up and looked down at Becky. She looked like she was
making an angel in the snow. Her hands were stretched above her
head and her legs were spread as wide as they'd go. She was
wearing only her panties and her facial expressions looked almost
euphoric. She was giggling quietly. I was filled with happiness
and love for Becky.
I sat down perpendicular to her head and gave her a light kiss on
her forehead. I worked my way down, kissing her cheeks and
mouth. Then I went on to her chest. I kissed each nipple gently
and then kissed her on the tummy. Next, I moved back to her
nipples and started sucking and kissing one. That really turned
her on and she started caressing the other. They were both
becoming firm and stuck out more. I then did the same thing to
the other nipple.
I moved my mouth down to her panties and kissed her right where
the wet spot was, which made her squirm and laugh loudly. I
kissed her harder and started sucking at her pussy through her
panties. This really made her wild and she started arching her
hips to my mouth, eager for more; and I was ready to give her
what she wanted. Her giggles had turned to moans and she was
saying, "More, more! Take them off!" I saw a small hole in the
fabric near the waistband, and with my teeth, I pulled at the
hole, ripping her panties a little. I then used my fingers to
finish the job, ripping and ripping until her panties were
shreds. I put the remains near her shirt. She was now
completely naked, still laying like an angel.
Her pussy was--in a word--beautiful. It was completely hairless
and her whole crotch area was covered with moisture. Her slit
was spread open because of the way she was laying, and I was able
to see pink up inside it. I could just barely see the head of
her clitoris above her slit. Her hole was suprisingly tiny and I
thought about how wonderful it would feel to stick my dick up
inside it.
I got down on her preteen pussy and started profusely licking and
sucking it, moving my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the
top, stopping momentarily at her clit, to give it special
attention, and at her hole, where I would stick my tongue up it
as far as it would go. I was lying down now between her legs and
I used my hands to rub her nipples.
She was getting close. Her pelvic thrusts were faster and
stronger now, and she had bent her knees. My mouth was moving
faster and I finished her off by sucking solely on her clitoris,
while inserting my index finger into her hole. Her legs closed
around my head and she pushed her pussy to my mouth as hard as
she could. Her back came off the floor and her hands pushed at
my head. I noticed a distinct increase in little girl juices
being excreted from her hairless pussy and she yelled out,
"Please don't stop! Harder!" as she came and came, enjoying
every second.
She just had her first orgasm--ever--and *I* was her partner. I
again felt that awesome love for Becky.
We sat still for a couple minutes, Becky lying with her arms now
at her side, but her legs were still spread wide. She must have
been exhausted. Then the realization that Rob might be coming
back any moment hit me, and I helped Becky get dressed. Her
panties were ravished so she had to wear her sweatpants without
them.
Everything was back to normal and I asked Becky as I smiled,
"Well, was *that* a better kiss?"
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on
the lips, "I love you, Mike."
And I said, "And I love you too, Becky."
We then both heard Rob coming in the front door and making his
way to the stairs so Becky said, "I gotta go."
Rob started descending the stairs as I whispered, "Okay, I'll see
you tomorrow."
Becky started climbing the stairs and we exchanged smiles as Rob
entered the basement. "I had to take a ride to the gas station
to buy jumper cables," Rob said. "That's why it took so long.
Did you find something to do?"
"Um, yeah. I got involved in some steamy soap opera on TV."
"Oh, okay. Sorry about the wait."
"No problem. Look, um, I gotta go. I called my mom and she said
we were having an early dinner and then I have to help my dad
with something afterwards."
"Okay--well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
He started walking me to the door. "Yeah, I'll give you a call,"
and I left. My dick was dying for some attention and I couldn't
even wait until I got home, a mere fifteen minute drive. I
pulled into a parking lot behind a church and jacked off right in
the driver's seat. It came in just a couple minutes.
Chapter 4
Becky was amazing. Over the next few weeks, whenever I saw her
(which was virtually every time I was over at her house) she
would show me her pussy without any prompting from me whatsoever
(not that I minded). In fact, her game was to get as many of her
clothes off as possible in front of me without anyone finding
out. It was a dream come true.
One such time was the very next evening after the incident. I
was over at Becky's house again. Rob and I were in the basement
and Becky came down having just finished her bath, wearing her
usual nightshirt. She kept smiling at me and I would smile back
whenever I could. Then Rob received a phone call from his
garrulous cousin from California that he hardly ever got to see
or speak to; so he said the call might take awhile. He took it
in the next room. I sat down next to Becky on the couch in front
of the TV.
"I want you to make me explode again," she said, referring to her
orgasm (that's what she called it from then on).
"We'll have plenty of time for that, but we can't do it now
because Rob is in just the next room and he might hear us." In
fact, I could almost make out what Rob was saying, he was so
close.
"I don't care," she replied, "I want you to lick me like you did
last night and make me explode."
Before I could say anything she took off her nightshirt and
removed her panties and throwing them across the room!!! Was she
crazy?!!
She just giggled and lied down across my lap. I was so scared
that Rob would be coming in the room in seconds to see his naked
nine-year-old sister laying on my lap. I sat there staring at
Becky, undecided on what I should do, until Becky, grinning
wildly, decided for me, "Do it, now!" she exclaimed, in a voice
just breaking a whisper.
I lifted her legs up, bringing her hairless pussy to my mouth,
and started slurping and sucking at her slit. In just a couple
of minutes she came, while I sucked and kissed her clit harder
and faster than I had done the night before. I cleaned her whole
crotch area of her juices with my tongue and she collapsed into
my lap, still grinning. I still feared Rob entering the room and
I said, "Now go get dressed before Rob sees you lying here
naked!"
She obliged and she thanked me saying, "Now I'll be able to sleep
much better," as she smiled and ran up the stairs.
Another such time was when I was sleeping over at her house.
Becky, Rob, and myself were lying on their big L-shaped couch
watching TV. We hadn't yet gotten ready to sleep and we were all
wearing our regular clothes, Becky wearing tight light-blue
jeans. Becky and I were sitting opposite each other behind Rob,
so he couldn't easily see us. Our sock-covered feet were
touching and we were rubbing them together when we could. At one
point Becky got up and got a blanket off a chair on the other
side of the room. When she returned, she laid closer to me. My
legs were now able to extend to her waist. She threw the blanket
on top of herself, while at the same time, covering my legs up to
my thighs. She kept looking between Rob and me as she did this,
making sure Rob wasn't becoming in any way suspicious, but he was
thoroughly enjoying a rerun of Saturday Night Live.
She was grinning at me, an expression of hers that I was now
familiar with, meaning she wanted to "play." I was very nervous
and excited. My heart was pounding and a chill raced through my
spine. I moved my left leg in between hers and started massaging
her crotch with my foot. She showed her enjoyment by continuing
to grin, looking at me straight in the eyes. We stopped all
movement immediately when Rob looked over at us and said, "I'm
going to go change. I'll be right back." I nodded and he left.
Becky tossed back the blanket and stood up. She then proceeded
to unbutton, unzip, and remove her jeans, tossing them at my
face. Next, she removed her panties and took off her socks. As
she was busy undressing, I removed my socks. She was now wearing
only a short T-shirt, and nothing else. Then we both heard Rob
upstairs and she grabbed her clothes and put the articles under
the cushion where Rob was sitting and reclaimed her position
under the blanket.
Rob came back down, now in his sleeping attire, shorts and a T-
shirt. Not suspecting anything, he lied back down in his spot on
the couch and put two firm pillows behind his head, which made it
even more of a chore to look our way. He had also turned off the
lights. I looked at Becky and she was illuminated only by the
dancing images of the television, but I could still see that she
was grinning and anxious to continue.
I moved my foot back to its former position and began massaging
her hairless cunt lips with the side of my foot. Becky was
having a hard time keeping silent and would occasionally let out
a loud sigh, which she attempted to make sound like a yawn.
I then used my heel to rub her clit and would try to stick my big
toe in her hole. She had spread her legs under the blanket,
making it easier. Her whole crotch area was wet with her little
girl juices, which I smeared all over her cunt and inner thighs.
I had a huge hard-on. The feelings of fear of being caught by
Rob and the excitement of it all had melted together and was very
overwhelming, while at the same time peaceful. And although I
had never tried them, I couldn't imagine drugs giving a better
feeling than what I was feeling then.
The blanket was wrinkled from the motion and I looked over at
Rob, but he apparently didn't notice anything.
I moved my foot and toes faster and faster until Becky finally
came. She spread her legs the widest, closed her eyes tight and
made a half sigh, half moan sound, which did make Rob look. But
she again quickly turned it into a yawn and Rob gave a weird look
and turned back to his show.
I still moved my foot slowly back-and-forth across her crotch and
it appeared she had fallen asleep. When the show was over, Rob
and I went upstairs for a snack and I got back downstairs first.
I looked under Rob's couch cushion and her clothes were still
there--Becky was still only wearing a shirt under that blanket!
We went to sleep about an hour later, after playing a tournament
of air-hockey. I tried to keep myself on the side of the table
where I could watch Becky, making sure she didn't blow her cover
by unconsciously moving the blanket.
We slept on sleeping bags on the carpeted floor on the other side
of the room. I was awakened in the middle of the night from
someone shaking my shoulder. It was Becky. She was just
visible, the only light source being the night-light, plugged in
on the far wall. She still wasn't wearing anything below her
waist and was clutching her clothes in her arms. "Goodnight,
lover-boy," she said quietly. She bent down and kissed me on the
mouth. I told her goodnight and watched as she ascended the
stairs, her pert little ass bouncing up and down as she tiptoed.
She got about halfway and then came back down and reached for a
koosh-ball which was at the foot of the stairs. She threw it
hard and hit Rob's sleeping bag right in the center causing him
to toss and turn a bit and petulantly mutter an intelligible
comment under his breath. That made Becky giggle as she threw a
kiss to me and left. I felt overall very congenial as I drifted
off back to sleep, my mind echoing with the sounds of "Goodnight,
loverboy," and her cute little giggle.
Chapter 5
That next Monday I drove Rob and me to school as I did everyday.
I couldn't keep my mind on my schoolwork though. I was
constantly thinking about Becky, and how her and me could get
alone for extended periods of time. It seemed that I was
pondering the impossible. I kept going over all the distant
possibilities in my mind: It couldn't be at their house because
Rob was always around and they'd never ask me to baby-sit. My
house was usually unoccupied weekday afternoons, being that both
my parents worked, but how would I get her over there. I was
imagining myself pulling up to Becky's house in my car and
beeping my horn a couple of times. Then she would hop in and I'd
say something like "Hi, babe. Where to?"
We couldn't meet in public. People would wonder what a seventeen-
year-old junior in high school was doing with a cute fourth-grade
girl. Maybe I could go to her school. I could go to the office
saying that I was her uncle or something and that there was a
family emergency, and pull her out of class. Hey, it worked for
Ferris Bueller! Right then the bell rang, dismissing me to
lunch.
I met Rob in the cafeteria and we sat at our usual table, sorta
in the back-middle. After our usual inquiries about how our days
were going, Rob said, "My mom left a message for me saying that
we're going to have to pick up my sister on our way home because
her car broke down again."
I looked at him, then down at the table for a couple of seconds,
still thinking of Becky, and then back up and nodded, "Okay.
That won't be a problem."
I didn't say anything for the next few minutes, looking at the
table silently eating my lunch, and Rob asked, "Mike, is there
something wrong?"
"No, just tired. That's all."
"Yeah, okay. Well, we'd better get going, the bell's going to
ring in a few minutes."
We went on to our afternoon classes, and I really wasn't able to
concentrate--on my work that is. I thought about the ride home.
We'd pick up Becky, which was on the way, and she'd get in the
back seat for the ten minute ride from her school to Rob's house.
I would look at her with my rearview mirror, careful not to let
Rob know, and she would smile back. Maybe if I was lucky, she
would spread her legs and let me look at her panties, but that
would be risky.
I anticipated all sorts of scenarios. One of which was I would
take the long way back and stop on the side of a road, and Becky
and I would wrestle Rob out of the car, leaving him on the
shoulder as I sped away, Becky now in the front seat. I thought
about telling Rob about Becky and me, right then and there--in the
car--and *then* wrestling him out of the car and speeding away . .
. but I knew nothing of the sort would happen. We'd pick her up
then I'd drive Rob and her home, letting them out and watching
them trot up the front walk and inside their house, the whole
time wondering when would be the next encounter with Becky. It
would drive me crazy.
My afternoon went by so terribly slow and during physics class I
wondered if maybe time dilation had something to do with it. But
the bell that ended the day finally rang and I walked quickly to
my locker to collect my things and go. Rob usually would meet me
at the car, but for some reason he stopped me in the hall.
"Mike, I just remembered about baseball tryouts today so I'm not
going to be getting out of here until about six."
Before he could say it, I asked, perhaps a little too
enthusiastically, "Are you still going to need me to pick up
Becky?"
There was a moment of suspense where everything seemed to stop
and then: "Yes, if you could."
I suddenly felt great! No longer was I tired. No longer was I
depressed. I felt like I could run a marathon! "No problem.
Give me a call when you get back," I told him. It was extremely
difficult not to show my exuberance. I think I was smiling a
little.
"Okay, I gotta get going. See ya." He ran the opposite
direction down the hall. I was so happy. I felt like I was six,
going down the stairs at five o'clock Christmas morning, before
everyone else was awake, to see what Santa had brought me. I
didn't even bother with any books, and in my rush, forgot my
jacket and it was forty degrees out, but I didn't care. I ran
out to my car and almost got run over in my hastiness. Since I
didn't bother with books, I got out of the parking lot fairly
quickly. I looked at my watch: 2:37. Becky wouldn't be getting
out until 3.
I drove with a lead foot and made record time, arriving at the
fourth and fifth grade's exit at 2:53. I sat in silence for
seven minutes as I thought about where we'd go and what we'd do.
Becky's parents wouldn't be home until 6:00, but I figured that I
had to get her home by 5:30, just in case. But wait. He
probably has to be picked up by his mom, so he wouldn't be
getting home until 6:30 or so. Okay, so that gives me an extra
fifteen minutes. Bottom line: I must get her home by 5:45. Two
hours and forty-five minutes. That should be more than enough
time.
I spent the last couple minutes watching my watch: 2:58. . . 2:59
. . . 2:59.30. Almost at 3 o'clock on the dot the doors swung
open and swarms of little forth and fifth graders ran out in all
directions. I stood outside my car, listening to the yells of
temporary freedom, looking at each and every face hoping it was
Becky's. The afternoon sun was shining from behind me, brightly
illuminating the building and creating tall shadows that danced
in sync with the running children.
She didn't come out with the huge crowd, but came out a couple
minutes later, looking for her mom's car. I walked behind her
and she didn't see me so I said, in my best imitation of her
mom's voice, "Rebecca, I'm right here." She quickly turned
around and looked up at me, a smile instantly coming to her face.
She then dropped her book bag and jumped on me, wrapping her arms
around my neck and her legs around my waist. She kissed me on
the mouth and after I kissed her back, got down. She was very
happy to see me and was still smiling.
"What are *you* doing here?" she asked in surprise.
"I'm kidnapping you," I said sillily.
"Is my brother here?"
"I sure hope not. I don't think he'd appreciate us kissing." To
that she smiled.
"Where's your jacket?" We started walking to the car.
"I forgot it at school. Your brother told me I had to pick you
up and I rushed here as fast as I could."
"Oh, good, I get to finally see how you drive. Where are we
going to go?" she asked as we got in the car."
"Well, my instructions were to take you right home," I joked as I
started the car.
She took me seriously. "Noooooo! I don't want to go home," she
begged.
"Are you saying that you want me to violate the explicit
instructions given to me by your dear brother?" She realized
that I was playing with her and she loved it. We were now at the
exit to the parking lot.
"Yep," she said as she reached over and grabbed my crotch as the
traffic cop waved me on. It was the first time she'd ever
touched me there.
"Are you sure?" She grasped harder. "Okay, that answers my
question. We're going for a little ride." With that I sped up
and got on the expressway, immediately changing to the left lane.
"Do you want to go real fast?" I asked her.
"I want to go as fast as this car will go!" she replied.
I floored it. The traffic was not that bad, I only had to weave
a little. Our speed was approaching 75. 80. 85. 90. 95.
100. 110. We plateaued at about 120 which I sustained for about
ten seconds. Becky was looking wide-eyed at the fast passing
cars and trees. The radar detector sounded so I brought it back
down to about 80 when the signal went away. I glanced over at
Becky and put my right hand on her thigh, touching it through her
plaid skirt. "Did you like that?"
"That was great! You are a much better driver than my brother
and he would never go as fast as you."
There was silence for a minute and then I said, "Y'know, Becky, I
love when you wear skirts. You look so pretty." With that I
moved my hand under her skirt a little and caressed her inner
thigh. "And I love your legs."
Becky responded with a smile and lowered the seat-back and spread
her legs. I moved into the right lane and slowed down a bit.
Then I lifted the front of her skirt and put my hands on her
panty covered crotch, gently pressing two fingers into the small
valley where her slit was. I started rubbing. "And I love your
cute little pussy."
"And I love it when you do that," she responded.
I pulled off the expressway at the next exit and turned into a
mall parking lot, still caressing Becky with my hand. I parked
in a space closest to the entrance and turned off the car. A
mother and her young son were entering their car just two spaces
down, arguing over something.
I pulled Becky's shirt up and out of her skirt and leaned over
and kissed her tummy. Then I moved my hand under her panties and
rubbed her slit. "Let's take these off," I suggested. She
lifted her behind off the seat as I helped her remove her
panties. Her little pussy was wet and glistening in the
afternoon light. I looked at my watch. 3:27; plenty of time. I
got an idea. I looked at Becky, she was having a fine little
time, and asked her, wild-eyed and grinning, "Hey, do you want to
go in?"
Without any pondering, "No, I want you to make me explode," was
her simple reply.
"C'mon, Beck. It will be fun. I will make you explode in the
mall." I put on a "dog begging for table scraps" look and she
looked at me only by turning her eyes, thinking it over.
I made whimpering noises like a dog would make and started
lapping at her pussy and huffing and puffing. That made her
laugh. "Okay, but you promised." She reached down and
completely removed her panties, untangling them from her shoes.
"Stay here," I said. I got out of the car and went around to the
other side and opened her door. "We have arrived at our
destination, Princess Becky," I said, sounding like a chauffeur.
She had a hard time not laughing. "Thank you very much, sir."
I held her hand and ran with her to the entrance (we were both
not wearing jackets).
In the back of my mind I knew that this was very dangerous. It
was a big mall and very popular. If anybody I knew saw me with
Becky, I don't what I would have done. It was unlikely though
because it was a weekday afternoon.
Becky's skirt came only to mid-thigh and her shirt was untucked.
Looking at her and knowing that there was nothing under that
skirt really turned me on.
The mall was pretty empty and Becky wanted to get right down to
business. First she plopped herself down on a rest island in the
middle of a corridor and sat Indian style. I also sat down and
she was smiling and turned her head to look at me. I wanted to
finger her right there but it was way too risky with all the
people walking by; so she started fingering herself.
Whenever there was nobody coming, she stuck her hand under her
skirt and started rubbing. Then she would pull it out and I
would lick her fingers. Every guy that walked by glanced at
Becky. I wouldn't be surprised if they were able to see up her
skirt, the way she was sitting. This went on for a few minutes
and then we got up and walked to Marshall Field's.
I followed her to the girls' section and she was looking at
various things, while keeping a hand in her crotch almost the
whole time. I looked around myself and a few minutes later,
Becky came up to me with two items of clothing. The first was a
REALLY short, red skirt and the second was a REALLY short blouse.
"Could you buy these for me, please?"
"Well," I grinned, "Maybe you should try them on first." I
pointed to the fitting rooms. She looked back at me, her eyes
told me that she knew what I was thinking.
We walked to the fitting rooms and I started following her in.
There was nobody around. "Wait, let me change first." I was
confused for a second, then realized her intentions.
"I'll be waiting right here." She went into the small room and
closed the door. I watched her feet under the door as her skirt
fell to the floor. In under two minutes, the door opened. She
twirled around and curtseyed, like she was a model. She looked
stunning.
The sleeveless, white blouse that she had picked was just low
enough to cover her nipples; it wouldn't have if it wasn't for
the elastic strap. Her red skirt was also held on solely by
elastic. It wasn't tight like a miniskirt, but it sure was just
as short, if not shorter. You were easily able to see the
beginnings of the mounds of her ass under the material. And then
she did something that had my heart pounding a mile-a-minute.
She squatted down which caused the skirt to pull up to her waist.
Then she lifted her arms up above her head, which caused the
blouse to lift up, revealing her two pert nipples. Then she
spread her legs wide. All the while she was giggling.
That was it. I couldn't stand it any longer. I rushed towards
her and picked her up, making her squeal a little. I carried her
into the changing room. Then I stood her up on the carpeted
bench that protruded from the wall in the corner. I shut the
door behind me and lifted up her skirt all the way and buried my
face in her crotch and started licking profusely. She loved it
and had her fingers in my hair. She took off her blouse and I
moved my mouth up and down her body, from her mouth to her
nipples to her stomach to her cunt. Her knees weakened and she
sat down on the bench, her legs spread widely. I continued my
licking and sucking and would massage her clit with my fingers
while we French kissed. My dick was aching for attention, but I
didn't want to take it out; I still had *some* sense--after all,
we were in a department store fitting room.
I continued to do wonders with my tongue, enjoying the succulent
little-girl flesh before me. I started sticking my index finger
in her hole a little while playing with her clit with my tongue.
She loved that. But just when I could feel her start to cum, I
would stop and kiss her mouth. Then I would bring her to the
edge again. I did this about three times. She hated it.
"C'mon, make me explode!" she said, perhaps a little too loudly.
I brought her down from the edge one more time and then I let her
have it, my tongue and fingers working at an expeditious pace.
This cum was the strongest yet. She flooded my face with her
juices and held my head with both her hands and her thighs. She
closed her eyes tightly and let out one moan that was way too
loud. I reached up with my right hand and covered her mouth.
When she was finished I stood up and looked over the door. No
one. Then I looked down at my watch: 4:10.
As I was looking out she hugged me from behind, "That was
awesome." I turned my head to look at her and smiled.
"The afternoon is still young, my dear." She laughed. "Let's go
back to my house," I suggested.
"Oooh, great! I get to see where you live too." I recalled that
Becky had only been to my house in my fantasies.
She started putting on the short skirt and blouse. "Wait, Beck.
I have to pay for those first. Put your other clothes on for
now." She obliged and I watched her dress. Small drops of her
pussy juice were running down her inside thighs. She didn't seem
to mind.
We left the fitting room looking somewhat back to normal--except
my messed up hair. We went to the nearest cashier to pay for the
clothes. There was no line. The elderly female sales clerk
looked at us from behind her bifocals. She was reading a book.
"How are you two today?" she politely asked.
"Oh, I'm great! How about you?" I replied.
"Just fine, thanks." She looked at Becky. "Are these for you?"
I looked at her too, in the process cracking a smile.
"Yep."
"Are you sure these will fit? They look a bit small."
"She likes her clothes a little tight," I responded.
The woman looked back at me. "Are you her brother?" she inquired
innocently while she scanned the bar-codes.
I tried not to smile. "Well, sort-of. . . . It's a long story."
"Well, okay. That'll be $21.50. How would you like to pay--"
"Cash." I gave her the money.
"Okay, thank you. Have a nice evening."
"Oh, I have a question." The woman pretended to be interested.
"Can she wear these home?" I nonchalantly asked.
"Sure, there is a place where she can change around the corner."
"Thanks. Bye," Becky said as we walked back to the fitting
rooms. I gave her the bag and she rushed into the same room.
She came back out a minute later wearing her voluptuous outfit,
smiling.
"You look great," I complimented. "Let's go." Before she
started walking, she grinned and pulled her blouse up as far as
it would go without uncovering her nipples. And she pulled her
skirt up so far that almost half her behind was visible--another
inch and anyone would be able to see her cunt. Then she rolled
down the front of it so the top of her ass and the start of her
crack was also visible. "You can't walk through the mall like
that. You'll get us *both* arrested."
"No I won't. C'mon," was her response as she dismissed the
possibility and took hold of my hand. We walked back to the mall
part, passing the woman with the bifocals. She looked up from
her book and moved her head, watching us as we walked by. She
cast a bewildered look our way. I was embarrassed enough, trying
not to smile, but to top it off, Becky waved to her and said good-
bye again, and then kissed my arm.
Everyone was looking at us as we walked through the mall because
Becky was putting on a show. She was skipping to try to keep up
with my fast walking, which caused her blouse and skirt to ride
up even more, exposing herself entirely with every step. She
seemed to be enjoying herself. We exited from the din of the
mall into the open air and ran to the car.
We got in and sat down. Becky was humming something to herself
and looked up at me, proud of herself. I looked at her,
communicating "you are crazy!" with my eyes, and I started the
car. Her nipples were exposed and her skirt barely covered her
pussy as she sat.
We got back on the expressway going towards my house. It was
4:26. Becky couldn't keep her hands out of her crotch and put on
a show for the truck drivers! When a truck was alongside us, she
would look up at the truck driver and wait for him to look down
at her. Then she would spread her legs and rub a single finger
up and down her slit. As soon as I saw her doing this I would
try and speed up to get away from the trucks, but they kept up
for as long as they could, for obvious reasons. We were lucky
that none of them were distracted enough to inadvertently veer
into my lane and cause a major accident.
After the third time, I told her to stop doing that and she
simply leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Okay,
I'll stop."
We arrived at my house at 4:49, which left me about 45 minutes of
action and 10 minutes transportation to her house to get her
home.
Chapter 6
I walked around to her door again, opened it, and helped her out.
She spread her legs in the process and I could see that her pussy
was sopping wet. Her hand was all slimy from the constant pussy-
rubbing in the car. Her nipples were still exposed. I hoped
that my neighbors weren't watching. They only people in sight
was someone walking their dog quite a ways down the block, and a
man entering his car four houses down. They both didn't seem to
notice us.
I escorted Becky by the hand up to my door and opened it.
"Hello?!" I shouted. No answer. It was a habit I picked up
after I once was in the house for a half-hour before I discovered
that my mom had come home from work sick and was sleeping
upstairs. I turned to Becky and said, "Come on in, princess."
I wasn't expecting anyone home for a while, but I locked the door
behind us, engaging the deadbolt, to make for one extra step if
anyone decided to come home early. I gave Becky the standard
tour of the basement and first floors and then proceeded
upstairs, letting her go first. I looked up her skirt and saw
her beautiful long legs, leading up to her ass and pussy. My
dick, which had died down to half-mast since the car ride, had
now again become fully erect.
"This is my brother's room. This is a connecting bathroom that
leads to my room. This is my parents' room, and here is their
bathroom. This is the guest room." I pointed out all the rooms.
"And finally," I opened the door and turned on the light, "this
is my room." I gave Becky a moment to look around and then I
said as I motioned, "And this is my bed."
"She grinned at me and suggested, "Let's try it out." With that
she sat on my bed and bounced on it, causing the bed to creak a
bit from the weight. Then she laid down. I laid down next to
her on my side and caressed her nipples and then put them in my
mouth. Her hand was in between her legs and then she moved one
of her feet and put it on my crotch. She pushed my head back
from her chest gently and looked me straight in the face, wild-
eyed. "I want to see you."
"I thought you'd never ask," I said, and without any objection, I
stood up. She sat up on the bed, her legs hanging off the side,
looking at my face and then down at my crotch as I slowly undid
my belt.
My hands were shaking like crazy and I suddenly felt a chill race
through my spine. As I started to undo my zipper, images of
Rob's family flashed through my mind. I saw the family picture
that was hanging up in their kitchen. They were all dressed up
nice and they were smiling. Rob's hand was on Becky's shoulder.
It was an old picture; Becky couldn't have been older than six.
I was whisked back to reality with Becky's hands on my Dockers,
helping me to push them down. They collapsed in a bundle at my
ankles. I then unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, tossing it
on the floor. I stood there clad only in my shoes and underwear.
I paused. It seemed like I forgot what to do next. I was so
overwhelmed with the whole experience. But Becky knew what she
wanted. She grasped the elastic band of my underpants and,
staring intently, pulled them down.
My stone rigid cock unfurled in front of her at about the same
level as her chest. She examined it closely; apparently she had
never seen a cock before. A little precum oozed from the tip.
"Can I touch it?" she innocently asked.
"If you want to." I found it very hard to speak. All my facial
muscles had tensed up. My heart was beating a-mile-a-minute and
I found myself breathing quick, nervous breaths. The chill came
back.
Becky reached forward and cupped her hand around the base of my
cock. It barely fit all the way around. She then gently pulled
her hand forward, giving my cock one long stroke. The sensation
was wonderful. When she started to take her hand off, a little
precum dribbled on it. She giggled at this, bringing her hand to
her mouth and licking it off with her tongue while she looked
into my eyes. The sun had begun to set and the blinds cast
linear shadows on her face.
"Let's get more comfortable," I suggested. Becky removed her
tiny red skirt and her blouse. I took off my shoes, socks, and
completely removed my pants, putting the articles in a pile away
from my bed and then we sat down.
Becky was staring intently at my cock, watching more precum
surface. I just looked at her.
"More's coming out," she said with satisfaction. She caught one
drop, just before it arrived at my cock's base, with her finger
and licked it off again. Then she brought her head down and she
used the tip of her tongue to capture what was coming out. I
moaned. It felt awesome. She giggled again, because more kept
arriving at the tip, which she again cleaned up with her tongue.
"Becky, put your whole mouth on it and suck it, like I do with
your pussy." Without any further encouragement, she took the tip
of my dick in her mouth and started sucking. I closed my eyes,
moaned, opened my legs, and leaned back, using my arms to hold my
weight.
She stopped a moment and looked at me. "Was that okay?"
"That was great. Suck on it a little harder and try and put as
much of it in your mouth as you can." She was happy to oblige
and lowered her head again, taking in as much as she could into
her small mouth.
She quickly got the idea and moved her head up and down slowly,
and for her first blow job, she faired pretty well. At points I
was able to feel her teeth a little, but she was careful and
started using her tongue to lick the head. I felt that I would
cum any moment, so I told her to stop. "Now it's your turn,
Beck. Lay down." She did, spreading her legs and opening her
cunt to me.
I first licked her cunt a bit, which got her really excited
again. Then I got on top of her and started kissing her, probing
her mouth with my tongue. My breathing and heart rate were still
racing, but the chill had gone away. Her arms were wrapped
around my neck and our bodies glistened with perspiration.
My dick was pinned between our bodies and I felt it occasionally
rub against her wet, hairless cunt. She stopped our kissing for
a moment and looked into my eyes. Her forehead was covered with
a layer of sweat and her hair looked wet. With an evil little
grin, innocent nine-year-old Becky said in her cute voice, "Fuck
me!"
I smiled. It was the first time I had ever heard her say the
word "fuck" and I wondered for a split second where she picked it
up; but the thought quickly faded.
I got up off Becky a little and positioned my cock right over her
cunt. She had arranged the pillows so her head was up a little
so she could watch. She looked on tenaciously and spread her
legs even further as I guided the head of my dick to her hairless
folds. I pushed the head against her clit and moved it
downwards, just the very tip burrowing into her slit. She
responded with a heart-felt moan. The tip was right over her
hole and I pushed gently, but steadily, until my cock bent a
little, but wouldn't go in. She was so tight! I tried again and
again, ending each attempt with a complete withdrawal and a
massaging of her slit with my cock. When I was ready to try
again, Becky exclaimed, "Fuck me! Put it in! Make me explode!"
This time I pushed harder and more insistently and my cock bent
again, but this time it passed through the tiny opening and went
in about an inch, which caused Becky to bellow a yell of
pleasure. I started pumping in and out, very slowly at first,
but gradually increasing my speed. Her cunt was so incredibly
tight and I felt like what the cows must feel like when being
milked. The natural construction of her cunt was pulling and
squeezing my cock with every stroke. I reached down and began to
caress Becky's nub of her clit with my thumb. Becky's eyes were
closed and she was muttering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. . . ."
under her breath.
My dick wouldn't go in anymore and I realized that I had to break
her cherry if we were going to continue. "This is gonna hurt just
a bit, okay?" She looked up at me and opened her eyes and nodded.
She knew what I had to do and wanted me to do it. I carefully
pushed and pushed until finally it gave and Becky screamed out.
I saw tears fill up her eyes and for a moment I thought that I had
hurt her and I paused my thrusts. She must've sensed my concern
because she shook her head, swallowed hard, and said "No, I'm okay.
Please don't stop."
I stared up again, very slowly, still worried that I might hurt her,
but all traces of pain disappeared from her sweet face and her eyes
closed again while her muttering restarted.
I was thrusting with long, natural thrusts now, but I was still
going in only about halfway. I felt myself nearing orgasm so I
sped things up a bit and Becky's murmurs sped up in unison with
every push forward.
My thumb massaged her clit faster and I also felt her coming
close. I reached the edge and gave one last thrust, forcing my
dick all the way inside her. I felt it smooth the creases of her
insides and hit her cervix which caused Becky to scream out again, but
this time in awesome pleasure. I felt her pussy release her juices,
indicative of her orgasm, and I started spewing load after sticky load
of hot semen deep inside her cunt. I yelled out and shut my eyes tight.
I collapsed close beside Becky, my cock still inside her,
although becoming limp, and we both fell asleep.
I woke up with a start a few minutes later, having the terrible
feeling that I had lost track of time. With great fear, I looked
at my watch: 5:45. "Shit," I thought, "Now what the fuck am I
going to do?!"
I shook Becky. "C'mon Beck, get up. It's 5:45. I have to get
you home."
She woke up. "But I don't want to go. I want to stay with you.
I love you."
"I love you too, but we've got to get going." I dressed while I
talked. Becky stuck a finger in her pussy and pulled it out. It
was covered with my cum. She looked at it for a moment then
licked it off.
She got up and put her school clothes on. She couldn't find her
panties, but then I remembered that they were in my car. I
picked up her new outfit off the bed and told her I'd hold on to
it for next time.
We left the house and quickly entered the car. She put her
panties on sitting down. I got on the expressway towards Becky's
house. I went as fast as I could and weaved in and out of
traffic, but rush hour was just ending and the traffic was pretty
heavy. Then I was in the right lane, trying to get over and
Becky all-of-a-sudden gasped. I looked at her to see what was
wrong and she said, "It's Rob and my mom!" I looked over to the
middle lane and there they were! His mom must have been driving
him home from school. I told Becky to get down. She did,
sitting on the floor of the front seat.
I didn't dare move my head their way. I kept still, looking
straight ahead. A spot opened up in front of them and I went for
it. I overestimated the size of the opening and unintentionally
cut them off! Becky's mom honked and I saw her yell something at
me in my rearview mirror.
I hoped to God that neither of them recognized the car and right
then a spot opened up in the left lane, which I jumped into, this
time being more careful. After another minute I had managed to
get far enough away from them and I told Becky it was safe to sit
in the seat. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "That was
great!"
"Great?!" I said, "We almost got caught!"
We pulled off the ramp and I raced down the streets to Becky's
house. No cars had arrived yet, so we were safe. The sun was
almost set and made the sky glow orange.
I put the car in park and looked at Becky. The light softly
illuminated her features. "Becky," I said, "I had a great
afternoon today. And I want you to know that some of the things
we've been doing are new for me too; and I've really enjoyed
doing them. But--" I took hold of her hand. "This is hard for
me to say, but if you want to stop--"
"No," she started to cry, "I want things to stay like they are.
I don't care about anything else. I love you. I want to be with
you."
I hadn't meant to make her cry. I tousled her hair to lighten up
the situation. "Good," I chuckled, "That's what I had hoped
you'd say. I don't know what I would've done if you said
otherwise, because I feel the same way. I love you too, Becky."
That said, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a
kiss of lust, but a kiss full of love. I looked in my rearview
mirror. "Oh shit, you gotta get going *now*, your mom just
turned the corner a few blocks behind us." She opened the door
and started to get out. "Becky?" I said. She turned around.
"Are you going to be okay?"
She wiped her face with her sleeve and smiled. "Yeah, I think
so." Then she shut the door and ran up the walk to her house,
getting the key from under the mat. I was about to pull away and
then rolled down the passenger side window and leaned toward it,
yelling out, "Becky, give me a call later if you can, all right?"
I saw her nod as she entered the house. She waved good-bye and I
sped off. I stopped at the stop sign two blocks up and looked in
my rearview mirror. Rob and his mom pulled into the driveway. I
breathed a huge sigh of relief as I floored it, making a loud
screeching sound as I peeled out, which caused Rob and his mom to
look my way.
I blew all the stop signs on that side street, my mind bubbling
over with all sorts of feelings. I felt the best I had ever
felt, with the only event even approaching the magnitude being
the moment I received my elementary school diploma. I got back
on the expressway, unsure if I wanted to go home just yet, and
raced towards the setting sun. . . .
End
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� Special Thanks to the beta testers who read and edited draft �
� copies of this story and honestly told me what they thought: �
� * The Bastard �
� * The Judge �
� * General �
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� Also, special thanks to my friend, Iceman, who inspired the �
� character of Rob. �
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The Whole Nine Yards Also Authored:
* Little Sister Cindy--Parts 1 & 2
* Coeducational Experiences
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