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Cindy
by Oyster50 (oyster1950@gmail.com)

***

A thirteen year old girl living in an RV park with a 
whore for a mom finds out that true friends do exist. 
And an older man finds love comes in surprising packages 
and in strange places. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral, rom)

***

-= Chapter One =-

RV parks. I'd seen a few in the last couple of years, 
chasing construction projects. I was well known enough 
in the proper circles that I never had any more space 
between jobs than I wanted, and six or seven weeks ago I 
wanted to work. A couple of phone calls and here I was 
in Nowhere, Alabama. At an RV park.

I pulled a big travel trailer behind a pickup truck that 
caused drool to run down many a chin on a construction 
site, and my standard ploy was to park the travel 
trailer at a convenient RV park and live in it, 
pocketing the sizable "per diem" allowance I got in 
addition to a very happy number for a regular salary. 
And that park would be my home for anywhere from six 
weeks to a year as I played "engineer" on some 
construction project.

This particular park was one of the nicer varieties. Its 
clientele tended more towards vacationers and tourists 
(yeah, they have 'em in Alabama) instead of construction 
bums. That's why I chose it. Quiet. Grey-headed 
snowbirds choosing the South for the winter were a lot 
quieter and more pleasant that a bunch of construction 
workers. And the park had a pool. And it was late 
summer, so the influx of Northerners had yet to show up, 
so it was almost empty.

I'd been here six weeks. After the first week, every day 
when I came in I'd stop at the little office to check 
for any mail that might show up for me, and that put me 
on a conversational basis with the older lady that did 
most of the day management. We talked a little every day 
just to pass the time. After the second week I was on 
her "Let me tell you what's going on here" list. That 
got me caught up on a permanent (more or less) trailer 
parked in the far corner of the park.

"Daughter of my husband Herb's brother," she explained. 
"Her dad is lazy an' useless, and she's lazy an' 
useless, AN' a slut to boot. Herb let her stay here 'cuz 
she ain't got no place else to go. That's her daughter 
you met by the pool."

Yeah, it WAS an "upscale" RV park. It had an activities 
pavilion and a small pool, and on some days I came in 
from work and went down there more to soak away the day 
than to swim.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "What's 'er name? Cindy?"

"Yeah, Cindy," Helen said. "She's the one we feel sorry 
for. Kid don't have a chance, bein' raised the way she 
is. Can you imagine livin' in a thirty-three foot 
trailer with your momma screwing a different guy ever 
two weeks?"

"That's not good," I said. "But what can you do?"

"Dunno," said Helen. "Just wisht somethin' would come 
along. Almost anything would be bettern' that."

"I guess," I said. "Anyway, I think I'm gonna do a 
Friday evening at the pool."

"'Kay, Dan," Helen said.

I went to my trailer and changed out of my work clothes 
and into swim trunks and walked down to the pool. I was 
chin-deep in water, just floating and soaking away my 
cares when I heard the gate open and close.

"Hi, Mr. Dan," Cindy said. "You beat me here today."

"Oh, hey, Cindy," I answered, "yeah, I left a little 
early. Sometimes I get to do that." I turned over in the 
water to see Cindy.

She was a YOUNG teen. She was maybe five-three and a 
hundred and thirty pounds. Hair was short, well into 
red, sort of aged copper, straight-cut bangs at the 
eyebrows above a pair of startling green eyes. Leggy, 
too. Her one-piece bathing suit followed some young girl 
curves as they began morphing into young lady 
configuration, and her chest was showing the swells of 
young breasts, mere risings.

She stepped off the deep end of the pool and went 
straight underwater, then popped up and shook her head. 
"Whew..." she said, that always feels sooo good..."

"Tell me about it," I said.

We spent the next half hour kicking back and forth 
across the pool. I got out first and swished the water 
out of my short hair and then lay down on one of the 
lounges beside the pool. Cindy followed and took the 
lounge next to me. We were the only ones there, it being 
the middle of the week. Weekends would see more 
activity.

"So what'd YOU do today, Mr. Dan?" she asked.

We'd been chatting for the last two weeks. That was the 
routine. We'd both show up at the pool, swim around for 
a bit, then lounge side by side talking. I'd learned in 
two weeks that Cindy was not stupid. In fact, I found 
her pretty darned intelligent, but under-educated. She 
watched TV a lot, and actually kept up with current 
events and loved the science and nature channels. And we 
talked.

"Just uninteresting engineer stuff, Cin," I said. "It's 
not always magic. Sometimes it's a lot of tedious 
paperwork."

"Oh," she said. "You hate that, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said. "But sometimes you have to put up with 
the bad to get the good." I turned to look at her. The 
water had turned her auburn hair dark. "What'd you do? 
Anything interesting?"

"Watched TV this morning until Mom woke up. Me an' her's 
been arguin', so I got out of there pretty quick when 
she woke up."

"And then?"

"Walked over to the back fence an' watched 'em 
harvesting that soybean field. It's interesting, ya 
know, all that big equipment an' how they do things."

"Yeah," I said, "but be careful, Cindy."

"Careful? Why?" She looked at me quizzically.

"Because you're a pretty young thing an' there are some 
rough characters that follow those harvests around. I 
would hate to see something happen to you."

"Awww, Mr. Dan," she smiled, "you're sweet for carin'. 
I'm careful. Those guys are way on the other side of the 
field. I just watch."

"Good!"

"You know," she said, "I was watchin' those big machines 
an' I was thinkin', like, Mr. Dan probably knows that 
stuff too. You know lots of stuff, bein' a engineer an' 
all."

"You flatter me, little girl," I said. "I'm an 
electrical engineer. That's more of a mechanical 
engineer's thing."

She smiled. "Yeah, but you know lots of stuff."

"You do, too, for your age. You pay attention." She did. 
I picked up that much from our conversations. "So," I 
asked, when's school start back up?"

"Next week," she said.

"Excited?"

"No, not really." She sighed. "I'm the outsider. Even 
for here, living in an RV park puts you on the outside. 
An' Mom doesn't spend a lot on my clothes. Sometimes 
people make fun of me."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Kids can be cruel."

"Yeah," she said. "An' if I need help on my homework or 
stuff, I'm on my own. Mom's, like, ZERO help. I don't 
know if she' doesn't KNOW, or if she don't care."

I considered for exactly zero seconds before saying, 
"Cindy, if you need help, I can help you. While I'm 
here, you know. That'll get you halfway through the 
year, anyway."

"Oh, thanks!" she smiled. "I could use some help."

"Yeah, just make sure that your mom knows that I'm 
helping you. I don't want her looking for her missing 
daughter and finding you at my place for no reason."

"Yeah," she snorted, "like she cares what I'm doin'."

"Cindy," I said, "she cares. Just tell her, okay?"

As the sun set and shadows lengthened, we both headed to 
our respective homes.

Saturday afternoon found me at the pool again, but this 
time I shared it with several weekender kids and adults. 
I did a little soaking and swimming, and then retired to 
a lounge with a cold beer and a paperback. I was there 
about half an hour when I heard "Hey, Mr. Dan..."

"Oh, hi, Cindy," I said. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothin' much. Mom didn't come home last night," she 
said.

I knew from Helen's discussions that this wasn't too 
unusual. Cindy's mom was a part-time "Barmaid" and had a 
tendency to go home with a customer. According to Helen, 
"Better for her to go peddle her ass someplace else than 
in the same trailer with her daughter..."

"Oh," I said. "You know if anything ever happens, you 
just come knock on my door, okay?" And you know, on this 
day when I said it, I was being perfectly innocent and 
protective.

"Thanks, Mr. Dan," she said simply. Then she hit the 
water with about half a dozen other kids.

I made small talk with some of the adults until dusk. I 
was stretching and getting ready to leave when Cindy got 
out of the pool.

"Mom's not back yet," she said. "I thought she'd be back 
by now."

"You gonna be okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," Cindy said. "I can fix me somethin' for supper. 
It's not like this is the first time."

A neuron fired at random in my brain. "Hey, Cin! If you 
want, you can go out with me and get some pizza."

Squeal! "Oh, that'd be GREAT!" she squealed. "I NEVER 
get to go out to eat!"

""Well, go leave a note on your mom's door in case she 
gets back before we get back. And change clothes. I 
don't think Pizza Hut's going to like your bathing 
suit."

"You don't like my bathing suit?" she pouted.

"Oh, no, I like your bathing suit plenty. It's just not 
up to the high standards of Pizza Hut's dress code."

She flounced off, looking back over her shoulder to 
smile at me.

Ten minutes later I was putting on my shoes, having 
stepped in and out of the tiny shower of my trailer and 
changed into jeans and a polo shirt. I heard a knock at 
the door. "Come in. Or not. I'll be done in a couple of 
minutes!"

The door swung open and Cindy stepped inside. She looked 
around. "Heyyyyy! This is NICE!"

"It's a travel trailer, but it's home," I said. I stood 
up. "You ready?" I surveyed my dinner "date". The hair 
was dried and brushed and sleek and shiny and the face 
was scrubbed perfection. She was wearing shorts and a 
cotton blouse and looking very cute and proper.

"Yeah, but it's clean an' a lot newer than ours," she 
said. "An' it smells good."

"Well, thank you!" I said. "Let's go!" We headed out to 
my pickup truck. This got another round of compliments.

"Wow! Nice truck, Mr. Dan!" She buckled in, her small 
form the entire way across the big cab. She looked at 
me, beaming. "So where were you this mornin', Mr. Dan?"

I was a little taken aback by the question, mainly 
because it meant that Cindy was noticing my comings and 
goings. "I had to go run to the airport."

"Why? You goin' somewhere?"

"No," I said. "I had to make arrangements to get my 
plane inspected."

"You have your own PLANE!?" Her eyes were wide open with 
amazement.

"Yeah, but it's not that big a deal. I bought it when I 
was in Alaska. It's little, and it's old, but it makes 
some trips a lot shorter." The plane was an old Cessna 
180. I was a licensed pilot.

"You, you're like, a PILOT too?"

"Yeah. It's not that big a deal."

"I don't know anybody else who's a pilot." She looked at 
me. "You do so much cool stuff..."

"It's really not that big a deal. If you saw that plane, 
you'd understand."

"So show me."

I gave that a second's thought. "Sure. When the mechanic 
finishes the inspection, I'll take you flying. Maybe in 
a week or two."

Squeal. "Thanks, Mr. Dan."

We drove twenty minutes into the next larger town and I 
fed the girl pizza. And I've taken more mature females 
to top-notch restaurants and received less gratitude. We 
laughed and enjoyed mediocre pizza and Coke and you'd 
have thought I presented her with caviar and champagne. 
After the meal, I dumped a handful of quarters into her 
hand and let her play video games for half an hour 
before we headed back.

Pulling into the RV park, we surveyed the space where 
her mom's trailer sat. No car. I pulled up on the drive 
in front of her trailer. "Are you going to be okay, 
baby?" I asked.

"Yeah, said Cindy, "I do this all the time."

"Well, if you need ANYTHING, you come get me, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Dan," she said as she unbuckled. I was 
glad she hadn't yet opened the door because the cab 
lights would have illuminated her jumping across the 
seat and planting a kiss on my face. "Thanks so much, 
Mr. Dan!" And then she exited. I watched to make sure 
she got into her trailer and then drove and parked at my 
own. I went inside, showered again quickly and shaved 
and went to bed.

Sunday morning. I got up at seven, an hour later than my 
norm during the week. I started to fix myself breakfast. 
At the kitchenette sink I looked out the tiny window to 
the far corner of the park. Cindy's trailer. No car. 
That same neuron fired again. I pulled on some clothes 
and got in the truck.

Walking up to her trailer I knocked. Nothing. Knocked 
again. From inside I heard "Just a minute!"

The door cracked open and Cindy's head peeked out. "Oh, 
hi, Mr. Dan," she smiled. "I was still asleep."

"So you haven't had breakfast?"

"Noooo."

"You still got that note to leave your mom?"

"Yeah," she giggled. "Why?"

"I'm going get breakfast. Wanna come?"

She smiled. "Uh-huh. Let me get dressed."

I sat in the truck for a few minutes and then she 
bounced out the door. She climbed into the cab, face 
aglow with her smile. Clothes? Same outfit as last 
night. Twenty minutes later we were both seated in front 
of breakfast plates of pancakes, eggs and bacon. Soon 
sated, we drove back.

"So has your mom ever been gone this long?" I asked.

"yeah, one time she left for four nights. She called 
Mizz Helen and tol' her to look out for me. Tol' Mizz 
Helen that she was with her sick momma."

"Yeah?"

"Except Grandma died when I was eight. An' Mizz Helen 
knew that."

"Ahhhh..."

"So she'll either call Mizz Helen or she'll be home 
today, I think. Since I start school Tuesday, anyway." 
She sighed. "Just drop me at the trailer."

We pulled up at her trailer. As she unbuckled she looked 
at me. I looked back.

"I better not kiss you like last night," she said. "But 
I would, you know. Thanks for breakfast. An' 
everything." She popped the door open to slide out and 
when her feet hit the ground, she turned. "See you at 
the pool later? All the weekenders will be gone!"

"I'll be there, princess." And I asked myself what I was 
getting into.

Cindy did show up at the pool.

"I see your mom's home," I said.

"Yeah, she got home at one. With a hickey and a new 
tattoo. Nasty! I hate tattoos. Her old ones are turnin' 
blue..."

"But everything's cool?"

"Yeah, she didn't even ask what I did this weekend. Just 
showed up. Says she's got money an' she's gonna go with 
me to buy school clothes tomorrow."

"That's good..." I was trying to be positive.

"Hmmphhhh!" she snorted. "No it's not! You know what 
Wal-Mart is going to look like tomorrow? The day before 
school?"

"Good point! Wish I could help."

She looked at me, those green eyes boring into mine, 
sad. "Mr. Dan, I know you would. But not right now." She 
and I swam our normal routine and then parted. I watched 
her walk ahead of me to her trailer, towel slung over 
her shoulder, wet hair dark against her head.

Monday. Back to work. Stopped at the park office as Mizz 
Helen was shutting things down. She handed me my mail.

"Cindy said her mom was gone all weekend."

"Yeah," I said. "I felt sorry for her so I took her out 
for pizza Saturday."

"And you picked her up Sunday morning for breakfast." 
Mizz Helen coughed. "Cindy told me. That was nice of 
you."

"Well, I kinda worry, you know, these days."

Mizz Helen paused and looked at me. "You worry about 
what? Helping a kid with half a parent?"

"No, worry about somebody seein' a forty year old guy 
running around with an unsupervised teenage girl."

"Hon," Mizz Helen said, "I don't think you're the kinda 
guy's gonna hurt her. An' compared with what she's got 
right now, just about anything would be an improvement!"

"Still," I said.

"I'm just happy that none a' Donna's "boyfriends" has 
tried anything with Cindy."

"Yeah, you're right. Cindy's quite a cutie."

"Hmmmphhh!" snorted Helen. "Those guys Donna brings 
home? They'd do a snake if you held its head... After 
all, they're doin' Donna."

I looked at Helen. "That," I said, "would cause me 
serious heartache..."

Helen smiled. "Well, I just 'preciate you lookin' out 
for that youngster."

Met Cindy at the pool an hour later. "So how's the new 
wardrobe?" I asked.

Cindy wasn't smiling. "Yeah. The very best that Wal-Mart 
has to offer the day before school starts."

"Picked over?"

"That's an understatement."

I was a little bemused by this thirteen year old girl in 
an RV park popping up with words like "understatement" 
in her conversation. I guess I shouldn't have been, but 
I was. "Tell me something," I said.

"What?" she asked.

"If somebody was to, like, give you a couple hundred 
bucks to go buy clothes, how would your mom take it?"

"And who'd do that?" She fixed me in those green eyes 
again.

"Don't worry about that. Let's just say that Mizz Helen 
gave you an envelope with two hundred dollars..."

"If Mom found out I had two hundred dollars, She'd have 
two hundred dollars."

"Oh. That's not good. Let's try this again. If Mizz 
Helen was to, say, take you to town an' pay for you some 
clothes, what would your Mom do?"

"I dunno."

"Is it worth a try?" I looked at her. "I mean, would you 
catch a lot of crap. Or would she come unglued on Mizz 
Helen?"

"I don't think she would. Mizz Helen is like my aunt. 
But we're not really talking about Mizz Helen's money 
are we?"

"Don't worry about that. Let's swim." We swam. Half an 
hour later I was hanging on the edge of the pool, 
getting ready to get out, when I felt arms wrap around 
me and a face at my ear.

"Thank you, Mr. Dan."

The next day I caught Helen again. "Mizz Helen," I said.

"Dammit, Dan, don't call me Mizz Helen. You make me feel 
a hundred years old. What?"

I'm sorry. Age ain't got nothin' to do with it. It's the 
way I was raised."

"Yer folks done good," she grinned. "What's going on?"

I told her what I was trying to do. Told her that if 
Cindy's mom asked, Helen was just paying Cindy back for 
helping out around the park all summer. And I gave Helen 
one of my credit cards.


-= Chapter Two =-

The plan worked. I got off work early and watched the 
park office while Helen took Cindy into the nearby big 
town for some real shopping. I was sitting in the office 
reading when they got back. Cindy ran into the office 
squealing, carrying shopping bags. Helen followed her 
in.

"Dammit, Dan," she said. "I'm too old to be doin' this!"

"Yeah, thought about that after you left. Madhouse, 
huh?"

"Wasn't quite as bad as Wal-Mart. But bad. An' 
"Princess", here..." She paused. "Awwww, I can't say 
that. She was good. She watched the money better than 
I'd have expected. Had to MAKE her get stuff."

Cindy was rifling through the bags. Every ten seconds 
was punctuated with "LOOK!" and a squeal.

I smiled. And then she hauled out a dark green sweater. 
"Tell me you didn't get a dark green sweater," I said.

"Why?" she asked, her face dropping. "You don't like 
it?"

"No, little red-headed child. Not in the least. It's 
just that dark green is going to go perfectly with that 
head of hair of yours. It will look especially nice."

"Awwww, hon," Helen cooed, "he's right!"

Cindy was ecstatic as she left for her trailer.

I looked at Helen. "So how'd it go?"

Helen said, "Well, Dan, don't think you were gonna keep 
a secret. Little snoop there read your credit card first 
time I whipped it out."

"Oh."

"But you know," she continued," the way it affected that 
child, I wish I'da thought of it myself. I could've 
afforded it too, you know."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Helen. I don't mind it a bit. 
It was worth it to see her happy for a while.

I walked to my trailer as Helen locked up the office.

The next couple of days, well, things at the project got 
rather busy and I worked late both days. I missed my 
evening swims. Things leveled out by Friday and when I 
got to the pool, Cindy was there.

"Hey, Mr. Dan," she said.

"Hey, Cin," I replied. "I am dying to get in the water." 
I flopped backward off the rim into the deep end. I was 
still under the surface when Cindy jumped in. I surfaced 
into her arms.

"Oh, Cindy," I said. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you a hug."

"Why?"

"You know why."

We swam for a while and she climbed out first. "Come 
sit," she said.

I climbed out and lay back on the lounge next to hers. 
"Okay. Here I am."

"Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know. That was YOUR credit card Mizz Helen used."

"Can't fool you, huh?

She looked at me. "So why?"

"Because you're a sweet girl who should get a break 
every now and then. I just wanted to do something nice 
for you."

"We spent four hundred dollars."

"Baby, I make a thousand dollars a day. They pay me 
almost two hundred a day just to live here. Four hundred 
bucks ain't much money. Really."

"Mr. Dan," she asked, "don't you have kids of your own 
to buy stuff for?"

"That's a long story, darlin'," I said. "I don't tell 
many people. But I had a daughter who'd be twelve this 
year. She and my wife were killed by a drunk driver 
coming home from a movie one night seven years ago."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dan," she said.

"Oh, it's not your fault. But if I want to do something 
nice for a young lady, it's kind of like I was doing it 
for my daughter."

"Okay."

"So," I said, "how'd you mom react?"

"Oh, she didn't say much. I'm just glad she ain't the 
same size as me or I'd have lost my new clothes."

We both turned in the direction of a beeping car horn. A 
beater Toyota headed out of the park. The woman inside 
waved.

"Well," said Cindy, "there goes Mom..."

I looked at Cindy. "Why don't you go home and get 
dressed and let's go out for dinner..." Squeal. "Pizza?"

"You're gonna turn into a pizza. But yeah, if that's 
what you want."

We both headed to our respective trailers. I got inside 
mine, showered, shaved and , hmmmm.... A splash of 
cologne. Jeans. Polo shirt. Was sitting on the sofa 
tying my shoes when the knock came.

"Come in or wait outside," I yelled. I heard the door 
open then close. I turned and saw a vision.

Cindy. Oh, she was always clean and unless her hair was 
wet, it was short and combed easily into place. But 
there she was. Wearing that damned green sweater. And a 
matching skirt. And not a speck of makeup. Her 
complexion, her eyes, her hair, her lips, they were what 
sane women used makeup to vainly try to create.

I'd never seen Cindy wear a skirt before. It was always 
shorts, jeans or her one bathing suit. But a skirt?!?

And before I could stand up she was on the sofa beside 
me, kneeling, facing me. Bronze hair. Not a single hair 
out of place. Green eyes twinkling. And she leaned 
forward and I detected a hint of fragrance on her. And 
she put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the 
lips. Maybe just a little harder and a little longer 
than a little girl kiss. But I could have been wrong. 
"Thank you, Mr. Dan," she said.

"Goodness, Cindy, you look perfect!"

Squeal! Giggle. "Oh, do you REALLY think so Mr. Dan? 
Really?"

"Yes. Really. Absolutely Perfect! There's not a prettier 
girl on the planet right now."

"I remembered what you said about the green sweater." 
She smiled. "I wanted to look pretty for you."

"My dear, you have achieved your goal."

"So," she said, "I was thinking..."

"Uh-oh. That's trouble..."

"Oh, don't be mean! I'm trying to be more mature."

"Sorry, baby. You're exactly as mature as you need to 
be."

"But I was thinking, like, maybe NOT pizza tonight. I 
mean, if you want to take me someplace else..."

And that's where the other neuron fired and I was saw a 
menu roll through my mind of all the places that I'd 
like to take this doll. But instead of going crazy, I 
said, "Are you up for a nice restaurant? Not too fancy, 
but a step up from Pizza Hut."

"Uh-huh. But you'll have to help me. I've never been to 
a fancy restaurant before."

"We won't do something too fancy. But it's a longer 
drive. Is that going to be okay? Will your mom be home 
early?"

"Mr. Dan, I'll be surprised if she's back before Sunday 
night."

"Okay, princess. Let's go." And I walked her out to the 
truck and went on her side to open the door for her. I 
found out then that big pickup trucks and short girls in 
skirts are a deadly combination, especially little girls 
who don't spend a lot of time in skirts in the first 
place. I helped her into the truck and as she sat on the 
seat her legs were hanging out the door. Swiveling in, 
her legs spread, her skirt went ALL the way up, and I 
saw the spread crotch of a thirteen year old angel and 
it was clad in powder blue panties.

Her eyes latched with mine as she pulled her skirt down. 
"Oops!" she said. "Didn't mean to flash you!"

I couldn't talk until I got safely in on my side of the 
truck.

"Are you okay, Mr. Dan?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm okay."

"You stopped talking."

"Sorry. I'm okay."

So off we drove, mercifully letting the conversation 
wander around about her new school year and the first 
week and teachers and kids.

"At least they aren't kidding me about my clothes this 
year," she said.

"Good!" I smiled. "You'll have another problem, though."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Boys. You wear stuff like that to school and you're 
gonna have a line of 'em following you around."

"Oh, yeah... Well, I'm not much on boys..."

My antennae went up. "Oh?"

"No, not like THAT, not interested... It's just that 
I've pretty much seen too much of boys and men with Mom 
an' all..."

"Uh-huh."

"An' I'm NOT gonna be like that."

"You shouldn't be."

She looked at me. I glanced over as I drove. "Yeah, " 
said, "I don't know how many men Mom's been with. Just 
this year. I don't know who my dad is. I asked Mom. She 
doesn't know. At least she won't tell me. An' I'm just 
NOT gonna be that way. Never."

"Good," I said. "You'll be better for that.

We had a pleasant dinner at a mid-scale steakhouse. I 
took time to talk her through ordering and silverware 
and etiquette, at least steakhouse level etiquette. She 
was attentive and well-mannered. I never saw or expected 
otherwise from Cindy.

As the dinner ended, I reached into my pocket and pulled 
out an object. I shoved it across the table to Cindy. 
"Here," I said.

"That's a cell phone," she said. "For me?"

"Yes, baby. I get worried about you staying home by 
yourself all the time with no way to call anybody for 
help. That's for you. I programmed my number and Mizz 
Helen's number in it already for you."

"Wow! Thanks, Mr. Dan."

"Now, it's got limited minutes, so let's not get into 
the habit of calling friends and talking on it. And I 
don't think your mom's gonna be understanding if she 
sees it."

"Oh, no she won't. I asked her about one and she said we 
didn't have that kind of money. But she has one. And the 
day she told me that she got a new tattoo. But maybe she 
didn't pay for that tattoo." Her brow wrinkled. "Or the 
phone either. She's had the same boyfriend for three 
weeks now."

"Baby, I understand your disappointment with your mom, 
but she may not see a lot of choices."

"Maybe. But she could go to school and do something 
besides work in bars. The state will pay her to go to 
school. I read the stuff she brought home one time."

"Okay baby. Let's change the subject." I paid the 
restaurant bill and we went out in the parking lot to 
ride home. I decided to help her into the truck again. 
This time, though, when she was in the door, sideways in 
her seat, before I could back away, she put her arms 
around my neck. Before I could react, I received a full 
kiss on the lips. Much longer than a "thank you for 
supper, Mr. Dan" kiss. Then she demurely (no skirt 
displacement this time) turned and clicked her seatbelt 
as I closed her door.

I walked around the truck and got in, fastened my own 
seatbelt, and backed out. And drove out onto the street.

"Not talking again, Mr. Dan?"

"No, Cindy. Why'd you kiss me like that?"

"Like what?" she asked innocently.

"You kissed me pretty hard..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you a 'thank you' 
kiss and I guess we both moved in the same direction." 
She paused and almost sadly said, "I didn't mean to do 
anything wrong."

Driving home, we could see lightning in the distance, 
late summer storms. Nature was majestic. Cindy said 
"majestic".

"So, Mr. Dan, like, if I DID kiss you, like, serious, 
you'd be mad?"

"Baby..." I was calling Cindy pet names now. I knew it. 
I caught myself several times. "The thing is, you're 
what, thirteen?"

"Fourteen in a week."

"Okay, fourteen. I'm forty-one. There are laws."

"I know," she said meekly. "They talked to us about 
those laws in health class. Took the boys in one room 
an' the girls in another. About 'inappropriate touching' 
and stuff. An' sex crimes. But, like, just a kiss."

"Baby."

"You call me baby, an' sweetie, an' cutie."

"I know. And you're desperately cute. And sweet."

"So," she said, "if I kissed all over a boy who was 
thirteen or fourteen or fifteen, it would be okay, but 
if I kissed a real MAN who I wanted to kiss, that's 
wrong."

"That's the law."

"An'," she continued, "if the boy was thirteen or 
fourteen or fifteen an' we went all the way an', like, 
DID it, that's legal."

"Cindy, that would be a bad idea."

"Oh, I know, Mr. Dan, an' I'd NEVER do it, but I'm just 
sayin', IF I did, that would be legal, but if I just 
kissed a real MAN, that's not?

"That's the law."

"Hmph!" she said. "That's stupid."

I thought it was stupid, too. But I said, "Maybe so, but 
that's the law. It's there to make it wrong for old men 
to take advantage of young girls. That probably happens 
more than it does the way you're talking about."

"It's stupid!" Cindy was sitting there, arms folded, 
lips pursed, chin tucked in. She sighed. "But then you 
admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That it's stupid. That I should be able to kiss you." 
And a giggle.

"I don't know what you're giggling about, cutie. I'm not 
admitting anything." I sighed. "And you're making it 
hard for me."

That got another giggle.

"Stop that. You're making it DIFFICULT for me. I want to 
be your friend and to help you out, not take advantage 
of you."

"B-but Mr. Dan," she sighed, "Don'tcha see? You're NOT 
taking advantage of me."

"But, Cindy," I said, "that's what it looks like. I'm 
nice to you. I buy you things. I take you places. People 
will say "That old man did all that to take advantage of 
that little girl." And the law believes them."

"Well I don't believe it. And neither does Mizz Helen."

"Mizz Helen? What did she say about this?"

Cindy took her breath. "She says that you are a very 
nice person and that you an' her talked about me an' my 
mom an' you just wanted to help. Said I was lucky to 
find somebody like you."

"Oh."

"Look, Mr. Dan, I would have NEVER got nothin' like this 
from Mom. Or any of her boyfriends. An' some of them 
look at me an' say little things when Mom can't hear. 
You know, THOSE men want to take advantage of me."

"I was afraid of that. You have that cell phone."

"I know. YOU gave me that. Not exactly the thing you'd 
do if you were trying to take advantage of me, huh?"

"I'm not."

"You're not what?"

"I'm not trying to take advantage of you."

"Okay," she said, "then that's settled."

Lightning slashed across the far horizon. "Ooohhhh," she 
said. "that's magnificent..."

We talked about thunder and lightning and storms and 
seasons and she was babbling happily about the year it 
snowed and I was thinking of lonely nights where the 
only warm in the bed was the spot I just rolled out of.

We finally pulled into the RV park. No car at her 
trailer. No lights. "Cindy," I said, "At least let me go 
inside with you and make sure nobody's in there."

"There's no cars."

"Yeah, but baby, since you said that about your mom's 
boyfriends, I am going to worry."

She smiled a little. "Thank you for caring, Mr. Dan. 
Yeah. Come check it out."

I did that. She waited outside while I flipped on lights 
and looked in the very few places in the trailer. It was 
cluttered and that stench of stale cigarette smoke was 
there. Finally I opened the door. Before I could step 
out, Cindy stepped in. And kissed me very demurely. 
"Thank you, Mr. Dan."


-= Chapter Three =-

I returned to my own trailer. I turned on the TV, but it 
was only background noise as a million thoughts went 
through my head. Were my motives as pure as I thought 
them to be, or did I harbor some hidden desire. I 
finally convinced myself that I hadn't embarked on a 
premeditated scheme to entrap this dear little princess. 
Finally I undressed and got into bed. In the dark I 
listened to the distant thunder, the occasional 
lightning flash casting patterns on the walls.

I don't know if it was the thunderclap or the cell phone 
ringing, but I woke up with a start. The light from the 
display of my ringing phone caught my eye and I reached 
for it. It could have been nothing good at this time of 
night as I fumbled, thinking family emergency, work, 
whatever, until I got the display to my eyes and saw the 
letters: CINDY.

I answered. "Yes, baby?"

"Mr. Dan. The wind's blowing hard an' this trailer's not 
tied down. It's rockin' an' I'm scared."

That was a legitimate fright. Travel trailers are very 
much susceptible to the winds from storms. I paid extra 
to get mine tied down against such troubles, knowing I 
was going to be here for several months. I guess Donna 
never thought of that or spent the money. Since it was 
Cindy's safety at stake now, I'd see that was rectified 
tomorrow. But right now, I had a scared Cindy to deal 
with.

"Okay, baby. I'll be down there in the truck in a 
minute. Watch for me at the door. And bring some 
clothes, okay?" I had no idea what Cindy slept in. Or if 
she'd need to get dressed in the morning. Or whatever. I 
pulled on a pair of jeans and stuck my bare feet into 
shoes and drove across the park to Cindy's trailer.

I pulled in, getting as close to her door as possible, 
even though it wasn't raining. Yet. I hadn't stopped 
before the trailer door opened and Cindy flew out, 
slamming it behind her. She had a shopping bag in her 
hand as she pulled the truck door open and jumped in. 
She slammed the truck door behind her, that sound 
competing with another thunderclap. The short drive back 
across the park was flash-illuminated by lightning. 
Cindy's face, illuminated by the strobing, was seriously 
frightened. I pulled alongside my own trailer, exited 
the truck and ran around to open Cindy's door. She 
almost leaped from the truck to the step of my trailer 
and I followed her through the open door, fastening it 
securely behind us.

Inside the trailer, in the single light I left on as I'd 
hurriedly left only minutes before, I got my first real 
look at my frightened Cindy. The hair, slightly tousled, 
face, definitely frightened. Dressed in a nightshirt 
that made it all the way down to just below the cheeks 
of her ass. Okay. Not an insurmountable problem.

But I did have an insurmountable problem. You remember 
when I said I was an engineer? Yeah? Well, we engineers 
tend to want design optimization, as in, "this travel 
trailer is my home and it should fit ME!". As in "one 
bed". MY bed. Gave me a bit more space to make long-term 
stays in the trailer a bit more pleasant.

Okay. Not insurmountable. There WAS the sofa. I opened a 
storage cabinet and hauled out a sleeping bag and 
started unrolling it.

"T-t-thanks, Mr. Bill," she said. "I was REALLY scared. 
Mom's trailer was rockin' in the wind."

"I know, baby," I said. "It'll be okay now. Here's a 
sleeping bag. I'll get you a pillow and you'll be okay. 
You want something to drink?"

"No," she said. "Just the bathroom."

I pointed. "You know how those work." I waited for her 
to get out, then I went in myself. And drew a breath. 
That perfume I'd smelled earlier in the evening. It was 
there. I finished peeing and flushed. I zipped up and 
opened the door.

"Heard you pee," said Cindy.

"That's the trouble with these things. You hear 
EVERYTHING!" I said.

Cindy said, "You think hearing somebody use the bathroom 
is bad, try ignoring your mom doin' it with her 
boyfriend at the other end of the trailer an' both of 
them are drunk an' all you have is that stupid curtain 
between you an' them."

"Ugh!"

"Yeah."

"Bed time?"

"Okay. I guess." She slid herself into the sleeping bag. 
Yes, it was late summer, but I kept a healthy air 
conditioner going. I liked sleeping in the cool air.

She nestled her head into the pillow. I guess I probably 
shouldn't have, but who can resist giving a girl a good 
night kiss. I bent over and kissed her on her cheek and 
whispered, "Good night, Sweetness..."

I crawled into my own bed after shedding the jeans. 
Sleeping clothes for me was t-shirt and drawers. I 
didn't OWN a pair of pajamas. No, I never expected to 
share the space with a thirteen year old girl. But I was 
in bed. With the blankets pulled up to my chin. And the 
strobing of the storm approaching was accompanied but 
thunderclaps following in rapid succession. It was 
getting close. I snuggled into my pillow and prepared to 
sleep.

FLASH-CRASH-BOOOOOOM! The storm was here! I could hear 
the winds fighting the flat sides of the trailer but I 
worried not at all.

Then "Daaannnnnnn!!" and a bounce and there was a 
thirteen year old girl plastered against me. "Hold me! 
I'm scared!"

I had no doubt that she was scared. Shaking. I held her. 
Of course, she was OUTSIDE the covers and I was UNDER 
them. So it was chaste. At least in my mind.

"C-c-can I get under the covers? I'm cold..." And it was 
not time to refuse. And she was trembling scared, so 
sliding away from the greatest temptation I'd ever 
faced, that option was off the table. And that "sliding 
under the covers" part? Cindy slid down. Her nightshirt 
didn't do as well. Her shoulders were covered. And 
that's the package I wrapped in my arms. Her head was 
just under my chin and she turned to put her cheek 
against my chest. Tendrils of subtle perfume tickled my 
nostrils. Whatever Cindy's mom might be, she'd chosen 
perfumes wisely.

"Better?" I asked.

Cindy wiggled into me. "Mmmm-hmmmm. I feel so safe, 
Dan."

No "Mr. Dan"?

Her leg pushed between mine. "I'm just tryin' to get 
closer. I'm scared. And cold."

Okay. I was scared too, but it had nothing to do with 
the propensity of tornadoes to run through trailer 
parks. No, mine was more of "we, the jury, find the 
defendant guilty..."

And there was another wiggle. And Cindy's face turned 
toward mine. A lightning flash illuminated her for a 
brief moment showing me those beautiful eyes and lips 
slightly parted. I don't know why I bent my face closer, 
but I did, licking my lips for moisture. And her face 
moved upward. That kiss that had caused me such angst 
earlier? What happened now made that a mere schoolyard 
peck. 

Scared little girl's hands pulled me toward her and she 
insinuated herself fully against me. Her lips were 
moist, soft and hot and they parted beneath mine to let 
out a tongue. Here's another one of those points where I 
might have had a chance to defuse the situation. I COULD 
have kept my lips closed. But that tongue touched my 
lips and they parted. My own tongue had a mind of its 
own as it met hers.

Our mouths were melded together, tongues exploring. A 
tiny moan escaped her. The kiss finally ended.

Cindy spoke first. "Dan, I wanted this. You gotta know 
that. I wanted this. I never kissed a guy before. I 
wanted to kiss you."

"You've never kissed anybody before. And you kiss like 
that?"

"Dan, I told you I heard stuff going on. They talk. I 
couldn't help but listen. I heard about kissing and 
tongues. Did I do it right? It felt good. Did I do it 
right?"

I didn't say anything. I answered her with a kiss.

"Mmmmmm," escaped around our joined lips. We broke. A 
purr. "I did it right..." More kisses. Her body was 
pressing against mine in ways that were at once knowing 
and innocent.

I know she had to feel my dick. I was as hard as I've 
ever been in my life. I'm no giant in that regard. Six 
inches. But it was in champion form tonight. I hadn't 
had a woman in, well, I just didn't remember. And now, 
pressed against me, was perhaps the most perfect young 
girl on the planet.

"Baby," I said, "you know what you're causing in me?"

"Uh, kinda," she whispered. "I mean, I've never done ANY 
of this. All I know is what I heard. Is that your, uh, 
your dick?"

"Yes, baby, it is." I took a deep breath. Somebody had 
to take a deep breath here. This was already way past 
redemption, but I did have some shreds of scruples left. 
"Cindy, listen to me."

"Yes, Dan."

"Cindy, you're the single most beautiful woman I have 
ever kissed in my entire life. But you're thirteen. And 
we need to stop before we go any further. Really."

"B-but Dan, s'pose I don't want to stop..."

I gave up then and there and kissed her. "Then baby, I 
am whatever you want me to be for you."

"Whatever I want you to be, Dan?" She punctuated her 
question with a kiss. I couldn't restrain my hands from 
tracing the contours of her body. She gasped as my 
fingers measured the curve of her ass. Her teeth sucked 
air in as I slowly tracked across the side of her thigh, 
moving towards her front.

"Dan? Whatever I want?"

"Yes, Cindy."

"Dan, I want you to be my first."

"Oh, Cindy."

"I do." She pushed me over on my back. Her hand went 
down my stomach and her fingers slid under the waistband 
of my drawers, instantly finding the head of my 
erection. "I want to learn all about this and I want to 
learn all about me and I want to learn all about us, 
Dan."

"B-b-but the storm, Cindy..."

She kissed me softly. "When you kissed me, Dan, that was 
more than ANY storm could ever do." She reached and 
turned on a light. I want you to see me an' I wanna see 
you, Dan." She tossed the covers off us and knelt beside 
me in the bed, then with two hands peeled her nightshirt 
over her head. She gazed directly at my appreciative 
eyes as she then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of 
those powder-blue cotton panties. She stood on the bed, 
bent over to avoid the low ceiling, and dropped her 
panties to her feet, then stepped out of them.

I gazed at her completely nude body. Her breasts were 
young girl's breasts. There was room for growth, but 
wow, what was there just now, swelling to an "A" cup, 
quarter-sized areoles, nipples like little pencil 
erasers, just as pink, just as rigid. A pubic mount 
deliciously rounded and decorated with a light 
sprinkling of fine red hair. The top of her sexual slit 
was visible, leading to the crease that disappeared 
between her legs. And those green eyes and that face, 
framed by only slightly disarrayed red hair.

"Dan, get your pants off for me, baby."

That took about 2.3 seconds. She looked at my erection. 
"Where's your hair? You're s'posed to have hair."

"I shave it, baby. Keeps it cleaner and cooler."

"Looks neat. Not that I have a lot to compare it to." 
She knelt back down beside me and took me in her hand. 
"Oh, Dan, I want you to show me all about this. How to 
make you happy."

"Are you sure, baby? Really sure?"

"Yes, my love." And that was the first time the "L" word 
had come up in conversation.

From her kneeling position she bent over and closed her 
mouth over the head of my dick.

"Gahhhhh! Cindy! Baby!"

Cindy looked at me. "That's another thing I heard. Now 
do you think I'm serious?" She took my hand and placed 
it on her breast. My fingertips explored her soft, sweet 
mounds, then teased at the nipples. "Mmmmmm, Dannnnn!"

I pulled her down toward me and kissed her, then pushed 
her upward to bring her nipple to meet my lips and I 
sucked it into my mouth.

"Oh, goooooooshhhhhhh! Dannnnn! Your mouth!"

It was time to find about the center of her sexuality. I 
moved my fingers down her soft belly to tease briefly in 
the hair of her pubic mound. She sighed and purred, her 
body shaking noticeably. My fingers slid further, the 
tip of my index finger tracing just the surface of her 
slit.

"ooooooohhhhhh," she moaned. "Yesssssss!"

My finger dipped deeper and started back toward the 
front. I paused to dip it into her virginal opening. 
There was the slightest hindrance of a hymen. My 
fingertip entered easily. "Aaahhhhhh". I silenced he 
moan with my lips. Our tongues entwined and my fingertip 
lightly touched her little clit. "Nnnnnnnnnnn" escaped 
our kiss. As our lips broke apart, she said, "Dan, do 
that some more."

"I'd rather do this," I said, rolling her onto her back 
and then kissing my way down, briefly suckling both 
nipples, dipping my tongue into her navel and showering 
kisses on her fuzzy mound.

"Oh, yes, Dan. That. I. Want. That!" And a hand pushed 
my head further down. I could smell the musky pungency 
of her excitement before the tip of my tongue tasted the 
juices jeweling the lips of her slit. I loved it with my 
tongue, replaying my finger's previous journey, savoring 
all the senses, the taste, the smell, the feel of moist, 
soft, HOT flesh, hearing her mewing and sighing under my 
attentions. I heard distant thunder as the storms moved 
away, and I created storms especially for my Cindy as my 
tongue met the little pink pearl of her clit head.

"Yessss! Ohhhhh, Dannnnn!" I lapped happily, ending each 
lick by sliding the tip of my tongue over the head of 
her clit. My Cindy was quivering. Her hands held my head 
still, urging me to pay attention to her clit. She was 
thrusting hips up to press it into my tongue and I was 
happily obliging.

"Ohgodohgodohgod! DAN! YES! There! Harder!" 

I did. And "Ennnnnngghhhhhh!" and she collapsed with an 
exhaling sigh. Unresponsive. I moved from between the 
thighs and cradled her lithe body in my arms and kissed 
her face lightly. And post-orgasmic Cindy was even more 
beautiful... her eyelids fluttered and she returned to 
consciousness with a smile.

"Oh, Dan... Now I know how that's supposed to feel..." 
Her hand wrapped behind my head and she pulled me to 
kiss her. We traded tongues and breath, our arms 
fighting to pull one another closer. Finally she let me 
go then pushed me onto my back with a purposeful look in 
her green eyes.

"I want you to be my first, Dan. Maybe my only ever, but 
for sure my first..." And she straddled me. Her pussy 
was still dripping with orgasmic juices when it 
contacted my dick. My dick was hard enough to cut 
diamond. Laying flat down on top of me, Cindy kissed me 
as hips moved her pussy in varying angles in relation to 
the head of my dick.

"It feels good down there," she announced, then she rose 
back up on her knees. Her little hand reached underneath 
her and she guided my shaft with two fingers, lining the 
head up with her virginal opening. She looked at me 
smiling. "I love you, Dan," she said, pushing her pelvis 
downward. I felt the head of my dick pressing into her 
against some resistance, forcing its way in, expanding 
that virginal pussy for the first time.

"Go slow, baby," I said. "Let it get used to things."

"Oh, Dan, it feels so good. So full!" And she raised up, 
withdrawing from me, then slid back down, burying more 
of me within her. And again. "Mmmmmmm, Dan..." And 
again. And a last time. Her hands were on my chest as 
she tried once more to push me deeper into her and 
realized that there was no more. My dick was fully 
buried in her pussy. She smiled. "Dan... You're all the 
way inside me."

"I know, Cindy. And it's the best place in the whole 
world."

She stayed still for a few moments and then rose off me, 
withdrawing, then back down, sinking me inside her. 
Smiles crossed her face. "I really like this," she said, 
punctuating her voice with her hips. She experimented 
with angles and motions until she found where she needed 
to be on each stroke to press her excited little clit 
against my dick. Once she determined that motion, she 
went at it with determination. My little Cindy was in 
charge of her own orgasm, and somewhere along the way 
I'd better get one for myself.

It wasn't going to be a difficult task as I surveyed 
this happy young beauty making love to me. I held onto 
her waist as her hips swiveled and thrust, and I was 
meeting her thrusts with my own.

"Baby, you're doing it to me... I'm gonna come," I 
hissed. The pressure was building.

Cindy was in another dimension. Her eyes were clenched 
shut and she was biting her lower lip, the corners of 
her mouth turned up in a smile as she worked her first 
orgasm for herself. Snorts of breath were audible as she 
breathed through her nose. "Nnn." Thrust. "nnn" thrust 
"Nnnn" thrust. And I was meeting her in mid-thrust, 
buried into my sweet little Cindy as far as possible.

"Cin," I gasped. "I can't hold any longer." Breathe. 
"I'm." Breathe. "Commmminggggg!" Spurt!

Cindy felt it and she was close enough that the spurting 
of my semen in her was all she needed to trigger her own 
orgasm. "Dannnnn! I. Oh. Ahhhhh! Again.... Nnnnn. 
Comminggggg!" And incoherently, she did. I caught her in 
my arms as she fell forward, the last spurt of my orgasm 
discharging just between the lips of her pussy. I held 
my Cindy in post-orgasmic bliss, kissing the top of her 
head until I heard "Mmmmm, Dan....."

"Hello, little girl. I love you, you know."

She turned her head to face me. "I hope so. 'Cuz I love 
you, too."

Her hand moved down to the sopping wetness between us. 
She smiled. "We got ourselves a mess, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. "We do."

She withdrew her hand and surveyed her soppy fingers. 
Her eyes cut towards me mischievously and smiled. And 
she stuck her wet fingers into her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she 
said, pushing her hand back between us. This time, she 
put her wet fingers in front of my mouth. This was no 
time to be finicky. I sucked her fingers into my mouth, 
licking them clean.

"It's gonna take a long time doing it this way," I said.

She looked at me quizzically.

"Turn around," I said. She spun around and I moved her 
legs apart to accommodate my face. "I don't know about 
you, babe, but I'm licking this." And a gasp as my lips 
and tongue hit her sopping pussy.

She gasped again and said, "Then THIS is okay, huh?" and 
I felt her mouth close over my dick, sucking, then lips 
and tongue moving over my pubis, then my balls. "I hope 
I'm doin' this okay" she said.

"Mmmmm, perfect!" I answered. Minutes later, we 
finished.

"Cover me up, baby, my butt's cold," my little darling 
delicately announced. I was laughing as I searched for 
the covers.

Next question: "Dan, what time is it?"

"One in the morning, sweetie. Why?"

"Just wonderin'."

"Oh." I paused. "Are you okay?"

Cindy replied, "I'm the most okay I've ever been in my 
whole life."

"But... with everything?"

"Dan." She took a breath. "Yes. I am. I know all that 
stuff about virgins and things like that. That's one 
thing. And another thing. I'm not going to be pregnant. 
Mom put me on the pill right after I started havin' 
periods. So that's okay."

"wow. You told me..."

"Oh, baby, noooo," she cried, "I don't mean it like 
THAT. I don't want YOU to worry."

"Baby," I said. "I wasn't worried about you getting 
pregnant.

"No???"

"No, sweetie. You see, right after my wife had our 
daughter, she had some complications that would make it 
very bad if she got pregnant again. So I got fixed. I 
can't make babies."

"Really?" she squealed. "Really?"

"Yeah," I said. "No babies." I looked at her. "So you 
might want to think about that 'I love you' stuff if it 
means 'forever' and husband and wife and family and 
stuff.

"Hmph!" she snorted. "What's that got to do with how you 
treat me. Or how I treat you?"

"Just a thought."

"Doesn't matter." A statement she punctuated with a 
kiss. A Long kiss. With arms wrapped around me. "Dan. I 
love you."

I regarded the angelic visage before me, sublime smile, 
perfect nose peppered with freckles ("I hate my 
freckles") green eyes and long luxurious lashes, and 
those wild bangs blanketing her forehead... There were 
many worse things I man could see before him every day. 
There were NONE better. "I love you too, Cindy."

"Forever, Dan?"

"Cindy. You're thirteen. Forever is a long time."

"Don't you believe I love you, Dan?" she said tearfully.

"Yes, baby, I believe you. I'm sorry." I kissed her. "I 
just want you to be sure. I don't want to think about 
NOT having you in my life."

"Me too, Dan," she said. "Me too."

And we kissed and eased off into sleep, grateful for the 
thunder in the distance that had bonded us together.


-= Chapter Four =-

The next morning I woke up to the soft form next to me. 
Cindy was still nude, her hair spread in a bronze fan on 
her pillow. I kissed her face lightly. Her eyes 
fluttered open. "Hi, Dan," she said. "I still love you."

"I still love you, too, Cindy." The next kiss was MUCH 
more serious. And ended with a giggle as her hand found 
my soft dick.

"I remember now," she smiled. "We're together. REALLY 
together."

"Yeah," I said. "Wanna go get some breakfast and talk 
about it?"

"Yep!" she said, releasing my dick and bouncing out of 
bed naked. I looked at this cutie.

"Damn! You're beautiful!" That got me a smile. That 
turned into a grin. And a full nudity stand up hug.

And she knelt. And fingers curled around my dick. And 
her face turned up with a smile. "They'll still be 
serving breakfast in an hour." We did get to breakfast.

Driving there, she looked at me with fawning eyes.

"Cindy," I said, "this is a mess, you know..."

"I know," she said.

"I hope you do. If ONE single person finds out what we 
did and goes to the cops, I'm going to jail for YEARS. 
It's that serious."

"Dan, I love you. I WANT to tell everybody. But I won't 
tell a soul. I promise."

"Yeah, but we need to be very careful with how we are 
around each other in public. That means no holding hands 
and kissing and touching and stuff. Just like we were 
until last night."

"I know."

"I'm serious, baby! I could end up in jail. And I don't 
want to lose you."

"Okay, baby!" I looked at the smiling darling there 
beside me.

Breakfast was pleasant. So was the drive back. When we 
got back, Helen was in her office. I walked in, Cindy 
right behind me. Talked about the storm. Pointed to 
Cindy's trailer, not damaged, but visibly moved from the 
winds.

"I saw that," Helen said. "Pretty good storm. A little 
more an' that trailer'd have flipped. With Cindy in it."

"Yeah. She's lucky she had someplace to go. I can't 
believe they didn't tie that thing down."

"Most folks don't tie down travel trailers," Helen said. 
But most travel trailers don't stay in one place that 
long."

"So," I said, "Can I pay those guys to come tie Cindy's 
trailer down? It'll keep me from getting those phone 
calls."

"Uh, Mr. Dan, (I was "Mr. Dan" In public) I would have 
been scared, tied down or not," she interrupted.

"Yeah, okay, darling (slip of the tongue. Oops!) but you 
like to have lost your house."

Helen smiled. "Sweetie," she said, addressing Cindy, 
"It's just a good thing Mr. Dan was here to take care of 
you last night."

I noted that Cindy bit her bottom lip.

Helen looked at me. "Thanks for watching things for her, 
Dan. You take better care of her than her momma does."

Saturday. Lazy day. Cindy's mom wasn't home, so Cindy 
pinned the note on the door and we decided to take off 
on an excursion. A shorts-clad Cindy was climbing into 
the truck. She looked at me. "Hey, babe, can't you, 
like, fold this console up out of the way?"

"Yeah, cutie," I said, "but where will I put my 
important stuff?"

Giggle. "Buddy," she smiled, "since last night you just 
got something MORE important than all that stuff."

"Okay. I suppose so." I moved things around and stowed 
the console so she could slide over into the center of 
the bench seat. And that's where she belted in.

I slid in beside her. "You know," I said, "we can do 
this because we're gonna be out of the local area. 
Otherwise, back in your old spot. That red head of yours 
is too easy to spot.

"Yes, baby," she said, "but it's nice to be able to do 
this."

"Do what?"

Her hand went between my thighs and squeezed my dick. 
Giggle.

"Oh, that!"

Eighty miles up the road. Down a country path (thank god 
for four-wheel drive) and into the woods. And a blanket 
on a bed of pine needles. And we made love. No, she 
wasn't some sort of "expert". This was session number 
three. But she loved me. And she was enthusiastic. 
Eager. Sweetly beautiful. I had eyes for no other.

Back home again. Miss Helen noted our going and coming. 
Smiled and waved. I dropped Cindy at her trailer and 
then went to my own.

Sunday. I heard a knock on the door. Opened it to look 
at those green eyes again.

"Your mom come home?"

Copper hair shook in the negative.

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah."

We brought Helen back a dozen donuts. I spent the 
afternoon repairing a pump on the swimming pool filter. 
That got me a free month's rent. Helen got a bargain. 
Cindy and I got the pool. Lounging. Swimming.

The mom came back Sunday evening. Cindy and I were at 
the pool. The Toyota stopped and the mom got out. A 
bleach blonde about my own age walked over, shorts, a 
halter top. Bluing tattoo around an ankle. Another 
visible high on her thigh. And heels, for god's sake. I 
was nervous inside. This could be a bad thing. Or not.

"So you're the Dan she keeps talking about." I smiled. 
Couldn't hurt. Some women found me charming. "that's 
me," I said. And you're Cindy's mom. Donna, right?"

"Yeah," she said. "She says you've been helping her 
out?"

"Yeah, she's a good kid. Glad to help."

"Well, thanks, ya know. Sometimes I don't know what I'm 
gonna do with her. Life's tough enough without havin' a 
kid to take care of."

"I heard that," I said. Fight ignorant WITH ignorant. 
"It's kinda nice to have a buddy, yaknow..."

"Yeah. Well, you an' Helen are sure helpin' me out. Just 
thanks, okay?"

"Sure, " I said. "Any time."

Donna turned away to walk back to her car. I noted a 
huge tramp stamp peeking out just above the waistband of 
her shorts.

Monday I was back at work and Cindy was back in school. 
Her bus hit the park about an hour before I got home, 
but we both ended up at the pool. With nobody else 
around.

She noticed. And leered. "I have something that needs 
rubbing," she smiled.

"And I'd love to rub it, sweetie. But we can't right 
now. So let's swim." We swam. And then lounged.

"I'm gonna need homework help," she said brightly.

I smiled. "For real? Or..."

"Both!"

"Okay, little girl," I said. "Here's how we do this."

She turned to look at me. "How?"

"You're gonna tell your mom an' your mom is gonna tell 
me. An' Helen. So if anybody sees little red-headed 
Cindy disappear into Dan's trailer for a couple of hours 
several times a week, they'll just KNOW she's in there 
doing equations or essays."

"And she'll REALLY be doin' Dan," she chirped sweetly. 
"Okay. I can try that."

So the next day I stopped by the park office to check 
mail.

"Hi, Dan," said Helen. "Donna stopped by. Said thanks to 
whoever installed tie-downs on her trailer. And said 
Cindy was going to use you (almost imperceptible pause) 
for homework help."

"Yeah," I said innocently. "Cindy asked me about it. I 
said I'd do it if she got her mom's okay. It's bad 
enough how much time we spend together outside in the 
open, much less her coming in my trailer."

Helen smiled. "Well, you're the best thing that's 
happened to the little girl." We caught up on gossip for 
a few minutes, discussed the last crop of weekenders, 
and Donna walked in.

"Hey, uh... Dan?" she said.

"Yeah, hey, Donna, how's work?" I almost said "How's 
tricks?"

"Slow. Tips are kinda thin lately. Say, the kid's sayin' 
that her homework is going nuts and you can help her?"

"Yeah, I told her I can help. I'm just hoping that a 
college degree fifteen years ago will still work for 
junior high now."

"Oh, You're one a' them engineers. You know all about 
numbers'n stuff."

"Maybe so. Anyway, I'm glad to help. Any time."

"Well, thanks, dude, " she said. And flounced out to her 
car. And left.

Helen sniffed. "Puts her perfume on with a roller."

"Tell me what you REALLY think, Helen."

Helen snorted derisively. "What I really think? Hah! I 
think that in four more months, when you got go to your 
next job, you should bundle up that little redhead an' 
take her with you."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. Dad. Husband. Big brother. Whatever. Anything 
short of axe murderer an' you're better for Cindy than 
that.. that slut."

I stared.


-= Chapter Five =-

"Look, Dan, lemme tell you somethin', Helen said. "You 
never met my husband, Mr. Hardison. He died six years 
ago. Eighty-six."

"But you're not that old, Helen, I said.

"Nope. Herb Hardison was twenty-nine years older'n me. I 
was fifteen. He was forty-four. He took care of me all 
my life. Took me out of a share-cropper house with him 
an' we worked hard, but we never went hungry or did 
without the necessities. And we did pretty good. I 
wouldn't own this business if he wasn't who he was an' 
made me who I am."

"And you're telling me..."

She smiled. "Dan, it's written all over your face how 
you feel about that little girl. You think that you're 
getting into something that is so wrong that society 
condemns it, but I'm tellin' you that sometimes society 
makes rules for the worst case, an' they completely bury 
the best case." She took a deep breath. "I'm serious. In 
four weeks you've turned a ragamuffin who was scared of 
her own shadow into a nice lookin' young lady. And her 
manners are better. An' YOU take care of her." Helen 
looked at me, silent for a second. "An' I think you know 
what I'm sayin'. Just take care of her, okay?"

"But, Helen, what am I gonna do in four months? I can't 
stay here after the job's over. Well, I can, for a 
while. I have savings. But I need to move on, you know."

Helen released an almost cryptic smile. "Don't you 
worry, Dan. Things change."

I smiled at Helen. "Maybe so, lady. Thanks!" I left and 
went to my little haven. My cellphone's ring assaulted 
my ear. I flipped it open and saw "Cindy".

"Hey, cutie," I said.

"Hi, Dan," she chirped. "I got homework."

"Real homework, or... "

"Maybe some of both... I'm halfway there..."

I looked across the park and she was indeed walking 
toward me, bookbag slung artfully over her shoulder. And 
waited for her to join me at my trailer. Out of the 
corner of my eye, I caught Helen watching at the office 
door. I unlocked my trailer and let Cindy and me inside. 
As I landed my computer bag in the miniscule space 
beside the sofa, I heard the door lock click.

I turned and Cindy smiled, her eyes happy, laughing. 
Then she squealed and jumped at me, throwing her arms 
around my neck, pressing her neatly clad body full 
against me. And she kissed me. We kissed. Long. This was 
the drink I thirsted for.

"Hello, little love," I said.

"I missed you, Dan," she sighed. "Hi."

She was still in my arms, smiling, her eyes bright. Her 
head was tilted back because of almost a foot difference 
in our heights. Her lips were naturally red, soft, still 
wet from the kiss. I sat back onto the sofa and pulled 
her toward me. With me now sitting, she was looking down 
at me and she put her hands on the sides of my face and 
kissed me again, then a shower of kisses.

"One more," I said between kisses, "and then 
homework..." I got, oh, two, or three, or half a dozen 
more. We spread books and notebooks and papers on the 
little dinette table and went over the lessons. English? 
Not a problem. Cindy was a reader on her own, and 
language was easy for her. Math? We worked on math. I 
explained what the books and the teachers wanted, and we 
talked her way through problems, and that was done. 
Science? For a kid who thought "Discovery" was the top-
rated channel on TV? Hah!

I heard a knock at the door. Cindy answered it. I looked 
across the trailer. Donna. "Hey, Donna," I said.

"Hey, Dan," she answered. "I'm goin' in to help at the 
bar tonight. I was just checkin' on Cindy."

"She's okay," I countered. "She finished all her work. I 
was gonna take her out for pizza, if that's okay."

"Sure," said Donna. "Saves her from makin' a mess in our 
place."

"Are you gonna be in early? Or should I watch her?"

"I dunno what time I'm comin' in, but if you watch her, 
then I won't worry about it. But she can stay there by 
herself, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but after that storm the other night..."

"Yeah, but the trailer's tied down. Ol' Helen paid 
somebody to do that after the wind blew it sideways."

I continued, "And that red pickup truck keeps driving 
by..."

"Oh," laughed Donna. "That's just Larry. He was gonna 
move in with us, but he's whacked out, an' we broke up, 
an' he keeps hopin' for another chance."

I snorted. "Yeah. Creeps me out, especially when I see 
him drive by there and stop on the road and stare at 
your trailer and I know YOU'RE at work and Cindy's there 
by herself."

"He ain't gonna do nothin'. It'll violate his 
probation!"

"Well," I said, "Cindy's good on the sofa here if it's 
okay with you."

Donna gazed at me. "Yeah, I s'pose so. Anyways, I gotta 
go..." And she left.

Cindy turned back towards me and smiled impishly and 
purposefully locked the door. And turned toward the bed, 
kicking her shoes off. I joined her. Got one trophy-
class hug, and she pulled me on top of her. I couldn't 
resist that, at least for a little while. I propped up 
on my elbows and surveyed that angelic face at close 
distance. Her eyes darted back and for the between mine, 
then she wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me 
down to kiss her.

"This keeps getting better and better," she said, "an' 
that's just the kissin'." t Yes, it was. Soft, eager 
lips. A tongue that was positively athletic. A face that 
angels envy. That bronze hair, and those green eyes... 
And the giggle. And the smile. And the supple, now 
eager, body that carried all that around.

"Uh, yeah, baby," I said, "about that other stuff..." I 
rolled off her onto my side, facing her. She bounced 
once and lay on her side facing me.

"Mmm-hmmm," she smiled, and put a finger on the tip of 
my nose, then planted a kiss there. "Dan, we made love. 
My very first time makin' love. It was US!"

"I know, sweetie, and it was wonderful. You're very 
desirable and beautiful and it WAS wonderful, but I 
can't help but think that maybe I took advantage of 
you."

"Why, Dan? Why would you think that? Did you get me 
drunk? Give me drugs? Tie me up and tape my mouth shut? 
Huh?"

"No."

There's only one person in this whole wide world that 
comes even close to being as nice to me as you've been. 
An' that's Mizz Helen. An' she told me you were a nice 
guy an' I should be friends with you."

"Yeah," I said, filing that little tidbit for another 
conversation with Helen later. "But I was being nice 
without taking you to bed."

"Uh, Dan, I took YOU to bed..." She paused. "You've been 
so good to me. My friend. My very best friend. The one I 
can talk to. An' I wanted to give you something. All I 
had was ME!"

"Cindy, you are a wonderful gift."

"So," she said, looking me in the eye. "When YOU say "I 
love you", is it hard for you to say? Does it mean 
anything?"

"Cindy, I told you about my first wife. Four years ago I 
started seeing another lady seriously. She was pretty 
nice looking, smart, independent, no kids, and I thought 
it was going places. I was going to ask her to marry me. 
And one day, out of the blue, she announced she was 
moving back in with an old boyfriend that she'd only 
mentioned to me once in four months. That almost killed 
me. Tore me apart. I sat at home for a week, in a dark 
room, then I decided that I needed to get out of that 
crap. And that's when I started this road work. 

"I've dated a few women. I don't do trash. If a woman is 
nice, sounds smart, friendly, available, I will do a 
date or two, but I just don't want that "one night in 
the sack and let's get married", and I don't like one-
night stands, and I don't want my heart broken again. So 
yes, I know what it means when you hear somebody say "I 
love you" and it turned out to be on a time limit."

"So what's the time limit for Friday night?" Serious-
looking face on this young lady.

"Heaven help me, Cindy, but I don't put a time limit on 
it. That's one of the things that scares me so damned 
much about this. I have fallen in love with a 
thirteen..."

"Fourteen," she interrupted, "Saturday."

"Okay, I've fallen in love with a fourteen year old 
girl. And fourteen year old girls can have a whole 
different idea of 'forever' than I do." I sighed.

I got a kiss in return. "Now," she said, "YOU shut up 
an' let me talk."

"Okay."

"First, I think you're too smart to think that I'm like 
every other teenage girl you might have ever talked to. 
How many of them have a momma makin' her live in a 
thirty-foot travel trailer? And doin' her boyfriends at 
the other end five nights a week? An' leavin' her there 
by herself overnight since she was eight? Huh?"

"You're the first," I admitted.

"So don't you think that I just MIGHT be a little 
different? I probably know more about men an' women and 
what they do to each other than most people you know. I 
know what Mom goes through when she loses one she wants 
to keep. An' I know what the guy does when she decides 
she don't want HIM any more. I know about screamin' an' 
hollerin' an' cryin' an' yellin' an' even hittin'. Do 
you think that I think that stuff's normal? Or good?"

"No."

"An' I know what drugs an' alcohol do from close up. I 
didn't just sit through the class at school. I watched 
my own mom do all that. I know! Do you think I want any 
of THAT?"

"I should hope not."

She scooted into my arms. "So, Dan, I know you think 
it's weird. I mean, I'm fourteen an' you're what forty?"

"Yeah. Forty-one, actually."

"An' you're thinking that fourteen year old girls 
shouldn't be sayin' 'I love you' unless they mean it. 
An' I'm tellin' you that I know enough to mean it. 
Really, Dan... I think you know..." and there was a tear 
on the cheek of this little angel in my arms.

I kissed the tear away. And held her. "I'm sorry, Cindy. 
It's just such a big mess. I can believe you mean it. 
But this job's gonna be over in February and there's no 
more work here for me. I can stay here for a long time 
on my savings, but you know that sooner or later I have 
to go back to work, and that's not going to be here. So 
where's my Cindy forever gonna be when Dan's gotta haul 
his trailer halfway across the country?"

"Your Cindy forever's gonna be with Dan forever."

"Baby, there's a problem here. No state in the union is 
going to accept you leaving your mom to live with me. 
What we did Friday night can get me a long prison term 
in any state in the nation."

"So let's get married!"

"Same problem. Some states might let you get married at 
sixteen IF your parents sign for it. No state will let 
you get married until you're eighteen without your 
parents approval."

"Stupid laws! I read some books that they talk about in 
history class an' I know that women used to get married 
as soon as they was old enough to have babies. I'm old 
enough now!"

"Baby, the laws might be stupid, but they ARE the laws."

So she wiggled a little bit. "An' February, what would 
you be doing if you didn't have a Cindy forever?"

I kissed her face into a smile for a brief moment, but 
the smile faded when my lips moved away. "Well, sweetie, 
the way in normally works is that some of the people 
I've worked for before will know when I am getting close 
to finishing this project, and they'll be wanting me to 
move to the next one. Sometimes I take a month off and 
go home and stay at my real live house, but then it's 
back to an RV park somewhere."

She sighed.

"But I will stay here as long as I can... I have plenty 
of savings. I could do a couple of years here, just 
lounging around, maybe taking off for little projects 
for a week or two. And I could keep my Cindy forever. If 
she can stand that kind of life."

Cindy was killing me with those green eyes at this close 
range. "What do you mean, "If I can stand it"?

"Well, baby, I might have to be gone for a week or two 
at a time. That's a long time for you to be alone."

She pulled back from me. "Mr. Dan," she said, and it was 
the first time she used the "Mr." part since Friday 
night, "do you honestly think I'd forget about you in 
two weeks?"

"No, baby," I said, "I don't. But I'm just wanting you 
to know the conditions."

She said, "I'm not going to forget YOU. I love YOU!!! 
And I'd be more worried about some of Mom's boyfriends 
while you were gone. Did you see that one that keeps 
drivin' by?"

"Yeah, I saw 'im," I said. I paused and drew a deep 
breath. "Look, little green-eyed girl, I want you. I'm 
just trying to figure out how to make this work. I mean, 
I COULD figure out a way to stay here for the next two 
years and then get your mom drunk enough to sign papers 
to let you marry me."

"She'd be glad to get rid of me before then."

"Seriously? What makes you think that."

She grunted, "Hmph! Subtle little hints like "I wish 
there was somebody you could go live with." and other 
things I need to hear, like "Billy-Bob would marry me if 
I didn't have a brat for him to raise." But I think that 
ol' Billy-Bob's beginning to think that I might be part 
of a package deal now that I'm a little older."

"Sweetie," I said, don't make me have to go shoot ol' 
Billy-Bob for messin' with MY girl."


-= Chapter Six =-

That got me a giggle and a kiss and a longer kiss. "Can 
we talk about this some other time. I wanna be with 
you."

"Be with me?"

"Yeah. Friday night was wonderful. But stuff just 
happened so fast. And Sunday was wonderful. But I want 
to play with you. This is all new stuff to me." She sat 
up in bed and smiled at me in her best "curious little 
girl" smile.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Get naked. Let me play with you."

"Oh," I said, "is this one sided? Or can I get a naked 
Cindy out of the deal?"

"I suppose I could do that," she giggled as I began to 
unbutton her school uniform shirt. She turned around for 
me to unhook the two hooks of her bra. That freed tow 
young titties that just begged to be played with. She 
stood to get out of her slacks and I stood to undress 
myself. Finally I was completely naked and so was she.

"You are so incredibly beautiful," I said.

She smiled. "And you drive me wild. This is the first 
time we've both been naked, you know."

"Yeah, I do know," I said. We crawled into bed.

She pushed me onto my back. "So," she said, wrapping 
fingers around my dick, "let's talk about how this thing 
works."

"You've been making it work pretty good so far," I 
answered.

"Yeah, but Friday night, I just sucked it once to show 
you I was serious, an' then I put it in me, and it was 
all stars an' fireworks an' I don't know what I did to 
you or what you did to me... You know, I wasn't payin' 
attention. It was all so new an' wonderful."

"Yes it was," I said, "but you did some things that 
surprised me."

"Like what?"

"Like when you sucked on me, you know, when you said you 
were serious."

"Dan, I never did that before. I never even saw a guy's 
thing, his dick before, well, maybe a glimpse of one of 
mom's boyfriends, but I never looked. But I heard 'em 
talkin' while they were doin' things an' they always 
talk about suckin', so I knew it happened. I just never 
did it or knew how to do it or what to do, so like, 
there you were, an' it was standin' up, hard, an' I 
thought, "well, Cindy, you're supposed to suck this 
thing" an' I just sucked. There's more to it than that, 
huh?"

"Yes, little princess, there is. But just that you tried 
was wonderful. And because it was you, it was 
wonderful."

"So, like, let me play with it and do that some more an' 
you can tell me what I need to do an' how it works." She 
smiled. All this time she was sliding her hands over my 
dick and balls, exploring. "An' you can do the same for 
me. I KNOW you know some stuff. You made me feel so good 
I passed out. An' Saturday. In the woods. We made love. 
I just KNOW we made love. Because you treated me so 
sweet and gentle and I could see it in your eyes. I want 
all that."

I smiled, then a little gasp as her fingers curved under 
my scrotum. "Baby, I couldn't do anything BUT make love 
with you Saturday. And I want what you want."

Her fingertips twiddled underneath my balls. "Ball, 
huh?" she smiled at me. "They feel heavy!" Her fingers 
closed over my sack. "I like the way they feel in my 
hand."

"Oh, yeah, baby. I like the way they feel in your hand 
too..."

"So what can I do with this," she asked.

"Just what you're doing is great. Just roll 'em around 
like that and tug gently. They're very sensitive to 
pressure. That's why guys are so vulnerable to getting 
hit or kicked there."

"Oooooh," she said. "An' you like 'em licked and sucked, 
too. I learned that already." She'd licked and sucked me 
clean after each round of intercourse we'd enjoyed. Of 
course, I'd done the same to her. "An' this thing," she 
grinned, sliding her hand up the shaft of my dick, "I 
think I know some of the stuff it likes."

"You sure do, Cindy," I said.

"I like to suck it," she said. "Do you like me suckin' 
it? Do I do that too much?"

"Come here," I said, and I dragged her lithe form on top 
of me and kissed her. She was irresistable. She kissed 
back, too. "You're teasing me."

"I'm certainly NOT teasing you, Dan. It's not teasing if 
I intend to finish what we started." More kisses. Then 
she sat back up. "But seriously. What REALLY makes it 
feel good?"

"YOU make it really feel good, baby."

"Yeah, but, like, can I bite it? I really wanted to bite 
it, but I was afraid it would hurt you."

I smiled. "Yes, I like biting. Just not too hard."

"How hard?"

"Let me show you." I raised up and took a nipple into my 
mouth and sucked, then started nibbling.

"Oooooo,"she said.

"Harder?"

"Just a little..."

I complied. When I pulled away from her that left nipple 
was a fiery pink. "That's how you tell. Just do it. And 
if it's too much, I'll tell you."

Giggle. "Lemme try!" Bounce. Lips covered the head of my 
waiting dick. She didn't deep throat. She got a couple 
of wonderful inches into her mouth and I felt her teeth 
ease into the play. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. And let me go. 
"Harder?"

"A little bit. Just bite down enough to where you can 
move the skin back and forth on the hard part. See how 
that works." I knew it was working for me. Almost too 
well. The shiny head of hair bent forward into my 
crotch, her hand wrapped around my shaft. Cindy followed 
instruction well. Stroking me into and out of her mouth, 
I got multiple ecstasies of her lips and teeth pulling 
on my dick, and then her tongue worked me over.

She stopped, not from any sense of guile or conscious 
application of technique, but because she didn't KNOW 
what she was doing to me, that I was on a rapid climb to 
orgasm. She wanted to know what was going on.

"Is that good, Dan?" she asked simply.

"Cindy, you're incredibly good. That was fantastic. 
Great!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"'Cause all I know about it is what you showed me an' 
what I heard when Mom an' her boyfriend are doin' 
things. So I know THAT people do it, but I don't know 
WHAT people do." Smiling, she bent her head down and 
took me in her mouth again. A sloppy hot, tongue-
augmented suck. Then those ivory white teeth. The same 
teeth that dazzled me when she smiled, THOSE teeth were 
just barely capturing the outer skin of my dick, 
dragging that skin up and down the shaft.

"That really feels neat, Dan." She stopped again, 
viewing my hardness from close range. Her hand gripped 
my shaft at the base and squeezed, milking a huge, 
gleaming drop of pre-cum from the tip. "Is that your 
juice, baby," she asked. "I hear 'em talkin' about 
juice."

"That's one kind of juice, baby. It's there for 
lubrication for when I go inside you. You do the same 
thing. It's what our bodies do when we're excited, gets 
us ready for intercourse."

"So I've been tasting this stuff?"

"Yeah," I said, a little tentatively. "It's part of the 
process. And I'm telling this to the little girl who 
cleaned the results of TWO orgasms off me Friday night."

That got me a smile. "Yeah, I know... That was cool. But 
some of THAT stuff was kinda milky."

Back to teacher mode. "That was semen. When a guy has an 
orgasm, he squirts out semen. It's a lot of different 
things, and in a guy who hasn't been fixed, a tiny bit 
of that is sperm. Sperm is what gets a girl pregnant 
when it reaches her egg."

"Oooohhhhh," she said. She'd milked another drop out of 
my dick and rewarded herself with it. Which meant that I 
was rewarded with a delightfully noisy suck on the head 
of my dick. "An' if a girl gives a guy a blow-job, that 
stuff comes out?"

"Yeah."

"An' that's like, in her mouth?"

"That's one option," I said. "Sometimes a girl likes it 
and enjoys the guy coming in her mouth, and she sucks it 
all out an' swallows. I've heard of girls who let the 
guy come in their mouth, but then they spit it out. And 
there are girls who will suck on a guy but stop before 
he comes in their mouths. And, you know, there are some 
girls who won't even put a guy's dick in their mouths at 
all."

Cindy smiled broadly. "Not me, Dan. Yours is MADE for me 
to suck." She squeezed out another drop. Head bobbed 
down. "Mmmmm," she said. "I love that. So, if I sucked 
on you, you'd come in my mouth?"

"No doubt about it."

"Coming," she said, "I heard that from Mom an' her guy 
friends a bunch."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. An' I learned two years ago that if I rubbed my 
little button it started feeling really good, but the 
first time I made myself have an orgasm, Wow!" And her 
head bobbed down again. "Mmmmm" escaped the lips sealed 
around my dick. "But you know, Friday night, that was 
like the difference between watching fireworks on TV an' 
sitting on the bank of the river an' seein' 'em lve."

She left my dick and slid up my torso, our naked bodies 
providing sensual friction. And she held my face between 
her hands and put her forehead against mine and 
whispered, "Dan, I love you. You made me feel so good. 
You made me a woman. An' since YOU made me, you get to 
keep me." And she ended her little soliloquy with a 
kiss.

I wrapped her up in my arms and held her. My right hand 
slid down her back, tracing the gentle curve, then the 
swell of her butt. I cupped that cheek in my hand and 
squeezed gently, pushing her down against the raging 
erection I had for her. Her pubic mound cushioned the 
leaky head of my dick between us. Our lips met again and 
sealed together for long minutes, tongues caressing each 
other.

She raised up a little, finally, and straddled me. The 
pussy of hers was hot and wet and eager. Bronze hair 
framed her face as she knit her brow momentarily in 
concentration, her hips actively seeking. Her pussy 
found. My dickhead met hot, slippery resistance and she 
pushed down and back, sliding us together. I felt our 
pubic bones meet. And a sigh. Then with us mated, she 
lowered herself back on my chest and we resumed our 
kiss, her pelvis making tiny oscillations, pulling my 
dick toward climax. I stroked her beautiful hair and 
held her face to mine, then both my hands moved down to 
grasp her waist.

"Dan, baby," she whispered.

"Yes, angel?"

"Don't come in me right now."

"Okay. Why?"

Her face pulled back from mine, revealing a mischievous 
grin. "'Cuz I wanna suck you off."

"You what?"

"I wanna suck you off. All the way. In my mouth."

"I ain't gonna refuse that, baby doll," I laughed. "But 
are you sure? Some girls don't like it."

"Hah!" she said, "I heard my mom do it some many times I 
can't count, an' if she can do it to some dude she 
picked up in a bar, I can do it for the guy I love."

"I love your logic, little green-eyed girl..."

She rolled off of me, and I have to tell you, I was sad 
that my unsatiated dick left that tight, wet, hot pussy 
of hers. But what an offer. I backed up onto a stack of 
pillows so I could see. Cindy noticed this.

Giggle. "You wanna watch little Cindy do you?," she 
teased. She opened her mouth. Her pink tongue started on 
my scrotum and laved its way up the underside of my 
shaft and swirled around the head. She had the 'milking' 
thing down and used her right hand to pull another big 
drop of pre-cum out. When it appeared, she flicked it up 
with that mobile tongue. Then, like a little girl 
kissing a puppy's nose, she planted a demure, close-
lipped kiss on the end of my dick. And looked up at me, 
green eyes, bangs, dimples, and grinning wickedly.

I was holding my breath. I don't know why. I was. And 
when that delightful head bobbed forward, I finally 
gasped a breath. Her lips met her hand on my dick with 
each stroke. Yes, she used teeth. And lips. And tongue. 
And BOTH hands, one on the shaft of my dick, one 
underneath my balls, where her fingernails teasingly 
pulled folds of skin. It wasn't long before I couldn't 
stop myself from meeting her head bobbing suction with 
hip thrusts of my own.

"My Dan likes this," she purred, then her mouth closed 
again around me.

I touched the back of her head. That wasn't because I 
wanted to do ANYTHING to control her, or to change what 
she was doing. I just wanted to touch those bronze 
locks, to tell myself that this wasn't some incredibly 
erotic dream. My Cindy was purring. Her happy "mmmmm" 
coursed throughout my being.

"Gah. Cindy. I'm. Close. Baby."

I felt just as much as heard "Mmm-hmmm" as her mouth and 
hands worked relentless magic on my dick. "Ahhh. Cin. 
I'mmm commminnnggggg!" And the first spurt escaped like 
fire from me. Her "Mmmm" changed to "mmmph" and I felt 
her tongue swallowing the first splash. Her head and 
hand pulled out the second. And third. And fourth. And 
she kept her sucking, as my hip thrusts failed, her 
suction eased, replaced by a tongue lovingly swirling my 
head. Finally she let me go...

She slid back up my chest. And kissed me. And I could 
taste myself still in her mouth. Finally she said, "Wow, 
Dan, that was somethin'. I felt it start pulsin' an' 
then SQUIRT! I thought it was going squirt, but I didn't 
know it would be like THAT!"

"I'm sorry, baby. You sort of get me built up really 
bad..."

She shook her head, smiling, that bronze hair just 
bouncing from side to side. "Oh, no, baby! I loved it. 
If I made you do THAT, I must have made you feel REAL 
good!"

"You did, Cindy. You just gave me the best one in my 
whole life."

"Really?" she squealed. "'Cuz I know you've been with 
other women. An' I know they did that to you."

"Cindy, my love, Never have I been as happy and 
satisfied with oral sex as what you just did for me. 
Never."

That got me kisses.

"Now," I said, "I want to taste YOU!"

Squeal! Giggle! Bounce! And it was Cindy's turn to prop 
up on the pillows. Leg spread. Heels drawn up. Knees in 
the air. The very definition of eager anticipation. And 
I put my face right in the middle.

No I didn't. I kissed her face, then as I turned on the 
bed, I sucked each nipple in turn, biting them to pink 
perfection, her hands pulling my face into her chest. It 
was only when I got to her navel that she gently pushed 
my head toward her pink, moist, waiting pussy. But I 
didn't want to be beside her. I wanted to be between 
those slim, girlishly muscular thighs. I got there. I 
planted a kiss on her mound, directly above the 
beginning of her heated slit.

"Mmmmmm, Dan..." she moaned. "I dream about this..."

I pondered about how wonderful that idea was as my lips 
and tongue wandered down the outside of her pussy, its 
lips spread, engorged, deep pink, glistening with a film 
of musky moisture. The feel of her pussy lips against my 
lips and tongue was indescribable. I breathed deeply 
though my nose to inhale the exquisite femininity of 
that musk. And then I lapped my tongue deep into her 
juicy pussy to taste the treasures she'd released for 
me.

When she felt my tongue between her labia she moaned. 
"Mmmmmmm, Dannnnn...."

I licked back up, sucked first on lip, then the other 
into my mouth, savoring the moisture. I ran my tongue as 
deep into her hole as I could. And then I licked up from 
her hole, just barely touching her little clitoris, her 
"button", with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered. 
"Nnnnn. Yesssss!"

I lightly flicked the little pea-shaped head with my 
tongue. It was straining from its hood. I teased it with 
my lips, listening to happy moans and whimpers. Her 
fingers wrapped the back of my head, pushing my face 
into what was now the center of her existence.

"Lick it, Dan! Right there! Hard!" I did. Then I sucked 
it in between my lips and stroked it with my tongue, 
flicking, pushing.

"Oh, yesssss! Babyyyyy! I.... I'm coming! I'mmmm 
commminnnggggg!" Long legs wrapped around me from 
behind, heels driving into my back as my baby surged 
against my tongue. I wouldn't let up. She moaned. She 
mewed. "Nnnnnnnnn,oh, oh, oh, god, Dan.. no... oh, oh, 
god... another one! Nnnnnnn... ohhhhhhh." She bucked her 
hips up, slamming her pussy into my face, then fell back 
to the bed, limp. I could hear breathing. That's all. 
Breathing. Her body was limp.

I eased up beside her and scooped her into my arms, 
cradling her to my chest, kissing her pretty face, her 
eyes shut. I kept up the kisses, gentle, savoring the 
angel I had in my arms. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Hi, princess," I said. "Are you okay?"

She turned in my arms, wrapping her own around my neck. 
"Dan, if you ever leave me I will kill myself. I love 
you."

"I love you, too, Miss Cindy."

We basked for a bit.

"You know," she said, "I tried talkin' to Mom about sex 
an' love an' stuff, and she said "don't get 'em mixed 
up" an' I wondered about that. But now I'm with you, and 
I think that they go together..."

"They're supposed to, Cin," I said. "When you split 'em 
apart, there's a price to pay. In too many ways."

"I guess so. Sometimes I feel sorry for Mom. I think 
that's part of why she's such a train-wreck."

"I dunno," I said. Cindy's mom wasn't a subject I 
discussed with her often. I wasn't going to broach the 
subject. "Sometimes people's paths are different."

"Yeah, but Mom... I mean. Bars! An' not nice bars, 
either." She sighed. "An' ya know, sometimes I think she 
has sex for money..."

"You think?"

"Yeah, I think so. I know there's a buncha times she's 
had spending money after she stayed out all night, an' 
it wasn't payday or nothin'."

"Well, that could be a sign."

"Yeah. Dan, I don't wanna be like that."

"You're not like that." I kissed her on top of her head, 
savoring the smell of her shampoo, now masked with the 
musk of recent sex. "You get to make choices. I'm here, 
an' I think Mizz Helen's here to make sure you don't get 
trapped into something you shouldn't have to deal with."

"Yeah, I like Mizz Helen. She's good to me. An' I think 
you an' her kinda protect me."

"Yeah. But I don't know how she'd be if she thought we 
were doin' this..."

"You might be surprised," she said. "She tol' me about 
how young she was when she got married."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Cindy continued, "Did ya know her husband was 
twenty-nine years older'n her?"

"Yeah, she told me that," I said.

"Uh, Dan, do you know that you're only twenty-eight 
years older than me?"

"Yes, my dearest, I know. I think about that a lot."

"Did she tell you that she loved him from the beginning 
till the day he died? An' still does?"

"That's a little mushier than she told me. Just that 
they had a good long life together."

She batted her eyelashes at me. "Saturday's my birthday, 
Dan. Mom's probably gonna be gone."

"Your mom's not gonna do anything for your birthday?"

"If, an' that's a big 'if', she remembers, she'll have 
me a present when I get home Friday. Just like last 
year. It was, like, "Cindy, Momma's gotta work this 
weekend..." an' I'm thinkin, 'okay, but the bar closes 
at two, an' you don't have to go in on Saturday 'til 
like, six..." but the last time that I tried cornering 
her about that she got real mad an' we had a fight. 
Didn't talk for a week."

"So there's a chance that I'll have you for your 
birthday?"

"If you want me."

"Little girl," I said, "we're naked, satisfied, and in 
bed together. I want you every day for the rest of my 
life." I paused. "Now, it's getting late. Are you 
hungry?"

Giggle. "I am. An' I know where I can get me a 
weenie..." Fingers wrapped around my half-hard dick. It 
went to full in no time at all. There was another one of 
those athletic bounces with arms and legs going in 
improbable directions and then I found myself impaling a 
thirteen year old girl on my dick. "But I'm not hungry 
for a weenie right now. Just ate one!" She smirked. And 
then a couple of swirls of that delightfully mobile 
heinie and the smirk diasppeared.

"D'you have, like, TV dinners in the freezer?"

A swirl of pussy on hard dick. "Mmmm." I found it hard 
to carry on conversation with that sort of distraction. 
"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Then let's not waste time goin' out to eat..." And my 
next half-hour was filled with humping teen girl and a 
couple more orgasms. As she lay on top of me, my 
softening dick slid out of the soppy mess of our juices 
in her pussy.

"Mmmmm, Dan. My lover..."

"Yeah, my pet..."

"If I turn aroun', an' do you, an' at the same time, you 
do me, is that "sixty-nine"?"

"Yep."

"Sixty-nine me...." Followed immediately by her spinning 
around in place, presenting me with her pussy, still 
oozing a mixture of the juices of our second mating of 
the day.

You can't pass up a chance like that.

Giggles heard from the vicinity of my crotch. "He-he... 
You're fun to suck on when you're soft, you know."

"Now I do..." I buried my face in the wetness between 
her legs, lapping, sucking, drinking, teasing...

"Stop that! Can't ya see a girl's tryin' concentrate?"

"Oh, excuse me, lady. I shall lick your pussy in a 
conservative and restrained manner."

That got me a nip on the dick. And giggles. And more 
wonderful kisses and sucks. Finally she turned around. 
We snuggled in each other's arms. I looked down at my 
Cindy. She was glowing.

"Baby, it's getting kinda late."

"I know," she said. "Let's see those TV dinners."

And that was supper, two microwaved TV dinners. We 
laughed at TV while we ate. When we finished, she 
bounced up and grabbed my empty tray. "Here! Let me do 
the dishes." And she tossed the trays in the trashcan. 
Forks went into the little kitchenette sink.

"Baby, I guess I need to walk you home. It's almost 
dark."

"Mmmm, Dan, can I stay here? I mean, like, Mom 
practically TOLD me that she wasn't comin' home 
tonight."

"That's risky, baby." And she turned and looked at me. 
"But I guess so." I was the one risking. "We need to go 
get you some clothes for school tomorrow, okay?"

Squeal! And the love of my life was in my lap, wrapping 
me up in her arms.


-= Chapter Seven =-

What a delightful thing, having Cindy in the house with 
me. Two weeks into our relationship we were less awkward 
around each other. That's a good thing when the 'house' 
is an 8x35 foot travel trailer. But snug was okay. The 
bed was queen-sized, HUGE for me by myself, but perfect 
for me and my Cindy. We had a sofa we could share, the 
dinette, a little floor space. The big drawback was the 
bathroom.

Even though my customized trailer had, for these things, 
a HUGE shower, it was big enough for ONE. No way two 
people could fit. So showers this evening were solo. Of 
course, that doesn't keep a certain little girl from 
sticking her head in the curtain and giggling as her 
hand reached for random appendages.

And with curtains drawn around the trailer, we could do 
nude for a little while before I got into my shorts and 
T-shirt and she got her nightshirt and panties. We sat 
on the sofa together. Really together. As in, if I move, 
she moves with me. Like we're stuck together. And I'm 
loving it.

Bedtime. We straighten the sheets and comforter and turn 
them back.

"Uh, Dan," she says.

I look at my angel. Hair still wet. Note to self. Buy a 
hair dryer. "Yes, love?"

"D'you have to sleep in your underwear?"

"My shoulders get cold.."

"Your pants."

"No, I guess not. Why?"

"I'm takin' mine off. Take yours off."

"Sure." The underwear went on the nightstand beside the 
bed. Hers went on the other side.

A CD with soothing classical sounds went into the player 
and the sound went to background levels. As I slid under 
the sheets next to her, I switched out the lights. She 
formed herself against me as I lay on my back. Her hand 
traced down my chest, across my stomach and soft fingers 
wrapped up my dick, idly fondling.

"Mmmm," she said. "Almost perfect."

"Just 'almost'?"

"Yeah. Perfect would be if this was every night for the 
rest of our lives..."

"Yes it would. Now go to sleep. The alarm's set for six. 
We'll get up, go to breakfast, and I'll drop you off 
back here so you can catch the bus, just like normal."

She stroked my fresh-shaven face with her hand, scooted 
up and kissed me. "Even the music is perfection. What is 
that one?"

"Moonlight Sonata. Beethoven."

The alarm came all too soon and the two of us jumped out 
of bed, dressing at opposite ends of the trailer to take 
advantage of the space. Fifteen minutes. Then in the 
truck and two miles up the road to the little diner that 
was often a breakfast stop for me. Waitress eyed my 
companion. She knew me. "Ain't that the little Smith 
girl? Donna's her mom?"

"Yeah, I said. This is my buddy. Promised her a 
breakfast if she did good in school."

"Oh... Well, hon, whatcha want."

"Pancakes," said Cindy.

"And I'll do that too,"I said. "She gets milk an' orange 
juice. I get milk an' coffee."

The place was fast. A thirty percent tip every day 
helped that along. We were out the door and back in the 
RV park in forty-five minutes. As we were pulling in, I 
noted that the pickup truck of Donna's old boyfriend was 
leaving. I took the long way around to Cindy's place, 
making sure that he'd continued down the road.

I dropped Cindy off and drove to work. And every now and 
then during the day, I'd think of my little doll and I'd 
get pleasant feelings from the top of my head to, well, 
you know...

Things were going well on the project. They didn't need 
me there all day, so I left in mid-afternoon. Took 
advantage of that event to make a grocery run. Bought 
more TV dinners. And a hair dryer.

Back at the RV park, I stopped in the office. I was 
greeted by Helen.

"Hey, Dan, you're early."

"Yeah," I said. "Sometimes I can get away with it. How's 
things?"

"Pretty much the same as yesterday. An' you?"

"Great!"

"An' Cindy?"

"Took her to breakfast this morning. She was fine then."

Helen smiled. "Dan, we got to do something about that 
young lady. You seen that red pickup come through here?"

"Yeah. Her mom's old boyfriend. That's what Donna said, 
anyways."

"Yeah, I remember her seein' him back early in the year. 
I worry that he's gonna show up, an' no Donna, but 
here's this sweet little girl..."

"You really think?"

"I have my suspicious mind, you know. Watch too many a' 
them TV shows." She continued. "An' I notice that 
Donna's not just stayin' out all night on weekends. Her 
car wasn't here this mornin'."

"Yeah," I fibbed. "That's why I took Cindy to 
breakfast."

Helen cocked an eye at me. How much of that did she 
believe?

"Cindy needs somebody to take care of her. Looks like 
that ain't her mom, you know."

"I know. It's kinda sad. She's such a charmer."

Another look from Helen. "You need a daughter?"

"Like a hole in the head. Besides, what judge in his 
right mind would sign an adoption for THAT fourteen year 
old cutie to some forty year old single guy?"

"You might be surprised."

"An' do you honestly think that Donna's gonna sign over 
her own daughter?"

"Dan," said Helen, "I think that if Donna had just a 
teeny bit of encouragement, she'd be happy to get shed 
of that responsibility. You know, I could see that 
happening."

"And," I said, that's step one. What about step two?"

"Like I said, my husband was quite a character. You 
might think that runnin' an RV park ain't much, but Herb 
Hardison knew a lot of people. Folks liked him. Even a 
few judges he used to take huntin' an' fishin'. Old men 
that still owe favors to the right people."

"But I don't need a daughter, Helen. I travel."

"Remember what I told you about me an' my husband. About 
an older man takin' a young girl out of a bad situation? 
Maybe NOT a daughter."

"Helen," I said, "that's thinkin' that would get me 
twenty years in prison."

"Suppose now, just suppose, that I was her legal 
guardian. Court order. Her mom released her." Helen 
watched my face. "Do you think that I would let you hurt 
her?"

"Well, no..."

"So if you drove off with her, do you think I'd let that 
happen if I thought you'd hurt her?"

"No. but..."

"Dan, I'm not stupid. I watch you two. You smile when 
you're together. An' it's not a "father-daughter" smile, 
or a "big brother-little sister" smile. An' your face 
changes when you talk about her. Your eyes. An' she 
ain't learnt to be subtle yet, so she just bubbles." 
Helen's eyes twinkled. "If you two haven't already tied 
up, you're too damn close to count. Am I right?."

I didn't say anything.

"I'm right."

"Helen," I said, "I'm not a dirty old man takin' 
advantage of helpless little girls. Honest. It's not 
like that."

"Dan, Dan, Dan, you're awful dumb for an engineer, bud. 
You're not listening at all. I watched her. I watched 
you. You an' me talked an' I had you figured for a 
decent fellow. Cindy's been here for years. I know her 
like one of my own. One of my own. If one of my 
daughter's woulda come home with you doin' the "Momma, 
we're getting married" thing, I'd have been very happy."

"Thanks, Helen. I appreciate that."

"Dan, that's not the half of it. Two or three weeks 
after you moved in, before school started, Cindy'd come 
in here every day an' ask about you. We noticed things 
together. You go to work. You come here. I've had 
construction guys in this park before, and they was 
always carousing and goin' out an' bringin' women back 
here. An' you didn't do none a' that. We both noticed."

I mused, "I didn't know I was being observed."

"Hah, you know me. I ain't got nothin' else to do. But 
Cindy, she was, like, "Mizz Helen, do you think he's 
nice?" an' "He's good lookin'" an' guys like that, they 
make good husbands, huh?" and Dan, I think somebody set 
her sights on you."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm serious. So you got a very precious little thing 
there, an' I don't want to see her broken. No way."

"I would never do that, Helen. I've been tearing myself 
apart over this. I have one thing telling me "no" and 
another thing telling me "yes"...

"And if I was her guardian, Dan, when she turned sixteen 
I'd have you an' her in the courthouse getting' 
married."

"You think?" There was hope.

"So what do we do for her birthday?" Helen laughed. "An' 
then ya'll have to make it through the next seven 
hundred an' thirty days..."

We made it through the week with homework sessions until 
eight. Cindy's mom had come back Tuesday and hadn't gone 
to work for the rest of the week. Cindy risked nothing. 
She dutifully transported books to my place, we did 
homework, Wednesday we went out for pizza afterward, but 
none of the roaring sex sessions like Monday night, just 
on the outside change that Donna still had enough of a 
sense of smell to detect the odor of a freshly fucked 
teen.

Friday evening Cindy came over toting a shopping bag. 
She stepped into the trailer and extended it. "My 
birthday from Mom."

I looked at a pretty decent little set of clothes. "At 
least she got you something," I said.

"Yeah," said Cindy. "I suppose so." She clicked the lock 
behind her. And smiled demurely at me. And ran into my 
arms.

"Hello, there, my almost fourteen year old doll," I 
said, kissing her. "So, what's wrong? You're not 
smiling..."

"Oh, Dan, you know me an' Mom have been havin' trouble 
lately. She was just kinda mean today before she left. 
Told me she'd be married if she didn't have all the 
extra burdens. She was talkin' about me..."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." I held her.

"I just want to be held right now."

I guided her to the sofa and pulled her down beside me. 
She turned into my arms, then backed up into my lap, 
sideways, head on my shoulder. I wrapped her in my arms 
and gently kissed the top of her auburn head.

I felt the silent sobs. "Baby, nobody should cry on 
their birthday."

"Tomorrow's my birthday. An' tonight I just wish I could 
run away." Another sob. "I really try, Dan. Honest. I 
clean up, I even cook. I do the laundry. I don't cause 
trouble. An' she treats me like an obstacle to her life. 
It didn't use to be so bad, but since I turned twelve, 
every day it gets a little worse. But I tried..."

"I know, baby... Sometimes people just aren't right."

Quiet voice. "Hold me, Dan."

And I whispered, "I love you, my Cindy forever."

"I need you, Dan..."

"What you mean, you need me?"

"You're, like, my life..."

"And you're mine."

"Dan," she said, sitting up, looking at me with a 
serious face, "You need to know that I WANT to be 
yours."

And a tornado of thought was going through my head. Damn 
it! She was fourteen. I was haplessly, hopelessly 
smitten with her. And she was fourteen. And what was I 
supposed to do? Give my heart to her? She had it. And 
there was a black corner of despair there, too, as in 
"Dan, in a year she's gonna be tired of you. And you're 
gonna be seriously screwed, in more ways than one."

"Cin, my love," I asked, "What does forever mean to 
you?"

"Forever. Is forever."

Cindy, darlin', I'm not just in this for a few weeks or 
a few months... I want forever, too. But I'm way ahead 
of you in age. When you turn twenty-one, I'll be almost 
fifty. You'll be a beautiful young lady. What will you 
do with a fifty-year old husband?"

"Husband? As in, you'd MARRY me?"

"If we were together when you're twenty-one, we'd have 
been married five years."

"You'd marry ME?"

"Haven't I told you that?"

"We talked about marryin' an' laws an' stuff, but you 
never just said we'd be married..." Squeal. Her demeanor 
changed from the sadness of moments before to that 
twinkly-eyed doll whose smile could melt glaciers. 
"Dan," she smiled, "D'you love me, like, marryin' an' 
forever?"

"My dear," I answered, "what do you think I was just 
asking? I worry that I give you my heart at fourteen and 
at fifteen or sixteen or seventeen you decide that 
you're more attracted to people your own age... It hurts 
to give away your heart and have it dropped in the 
street. I know." It was my turn to get teary. Flashes 
back to happy times. First marriage. And previous 
girlfriend, who I thought was carrying me out of the 
loss of my first wife. And then the darkness I had to 
dig myself out of, and the first ray of sunshine, well, 
in my heart I knew that ray of sunlight was Cindy.

"Oh, Dan," she said, "Is that a tear?"

"I'm sorry, Cin. Sometimes things get a little too much 
for me. I don't know if you understand what you mean to 
me, baby."

Cindy kissed my tears away. "Dan," she said, "I will 
never leave you. Forever. Like stars in the sky 
forever." And the next kiss wasn't on a teardrop. It was 
full on my lips, and the tongue that slid through her 
parted lips, touched my lips, and met my own tongue, It 
wasn't wanton, it was tender, yes, tender in a way that 
belied the youth of its owner. She finally pulled away.

"Dan, you're so wonderful to me. But you know what 
really did it?"

"No. What?"

She smiled as if she were reliving a dream. "The other 
night when we went to bed, and you put that beautiful 
music on an' we held each other. I went to sleep in your 
arms with not a care. The sounds were perfect. The 
feelings were perfect. An' you holdin' me so gentle an' 
sweet was perfect."

"You make me feel good."

"That too!" And a mischievous grin. And a peck of a 
perfect little kiss. And from six inches away, her face 
was angelic perfection. "An' are we finished bein' 
serious? What's for dinner?"

"Let's get in the truck and figure it out on the 
road..."

Cindy climbed in on the passenger side and was buckled 
in. I climbed in, and off we went. "Catfish?" I asked.

"Uh-huh... That's great!" So we went off to a local 
fried catfish emporium and had a happy supper.

Back in the truck on the way home. Cindy was humming. I 
thought I recognized the sound. "What are you humming?"

"That song the other night... Moonlight something..."

"Moonlight Sonata?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Ya know, that was absolutely 
perfect for the mood I was in..."

I smiled. "I didn't think that teenage girls did 
Beethoven."

"I'm not your normal teenage girl. I know what I want in 
life. And I have already found the man of my dreams. And 
I'm gonna make things happen for both of us."

I noted the confident sound of her voice as she said 
this. The remainder of the trip was talk about school. 
Friends, who was smart, who wasn't, which teachers 
seemed to like what they were doing, boyfriend-
girlfriend stuff.

"How do you feel when girls your age are holding hands 
with boys and have dates an' stuff?" I asked. The answer 
could be very scary for me.

"Hah! They don't have my Dan. Some of those girls are so 
petty. It's all about clothes and stars an' music an' 
dancin' an' silly stuff. And the BOYS... I've had enough 
of teenage boys already, except they were older'n that 
an' acted like teenage boys. Mom dated enough of 'em for 
me to know what's on their minds. Most of 'em are so 
stupid. An' even the ones that are smart in schoo, well, 
there isn't anything... I don't feel like that, Dan. I 
see 'em pairin' up an' breakin' up and churnin' through 
life, an' that's not what I want."

"Yeah? What do you want?" I glanced at her and returned 
my eyes to the road.

"You. An' I wanna finish high school an' go to college, 
an' I wanna work on my job an' have people want me to 
come work for 'em like they do for you."

"Baby," I said, "I'm not that successful. I'm just a 
grubby field engineer that solves problems. And 
travels."

"Yeah," she said. "Maybe I could be your assistant. They 
have girl engineers too..."

I smiled, flattered. "Engineering is sort of tough in 
college. Lots of math and stuff that just seems totally 
useless, but you still have to learn it."

"You don't think I'm smart enough?"

That was far from my assessment based on watching her 
work through lessons. "Yeah, right! You're plenty smart. 
But you're gonna have to buckle down in school. Too many 
teachers let kids slide. You're not going to slide 
through school and go to college and be an engineer. Not 
a good one."

She caught me glancing at her again. "You know," she 
grinned, "I think I know just who might help me..."

We pulled into the RV park next to my trailer. I did a 
quick look around to see if anyone was watching, then we 
got out and went right inside. September nights. It 
would have been nice to spread a blanket under the 
stars, except for maybe a million mosquitoes. I filed 
away that "blanket under the stars" idea for future.

Inside, I watched Cindy strip down for her shower. 
Naked, she spun in front of me, knowing how I doted on 
her sweet body. Fourteen. Curves forming quite nicely. 
Little breasts, still growing, arrogant in their rampant 
firmness. Her nipples were like little strawberries 
perched perfectly atop creamy mounds. Her spine swept 
down her back to a perfectly symmetrical ass, her cheeks 
softly rounding. And those legs. My Cindy was a leggy 
thing, and her legs were firm and muscular. I was 
thinking that the pool every afternoon was as good for 
her as it was for me.

While she showered, I cleaned up my breakfast mess in 
the kitchenette. When she got out, she came out of the 
tiny bathroom with a towel around her.

"Modest?" I asked, "All of a sudden?"

"No, silly. Cold. You keep it cold in here!"

"Oh. Want me to turn it up?"

"Noooo! We seem to have a way of buildin' up heat..."

I handed her the hair dryer I bought for her. She 
smiled.

"You bought this for ME?"

"Hey, it's just a hair dryer. Not a new car."

"Yeah, but that means that you went someplace durin' the 
day an' thought of me."

"Darlin," I said, "it's a bigger trick tryin' to find 
out when I'm NOT thinking of you."

She was drying her hair while I showered. When I came 
out, she was sitting on her towel on the sofa, 
completely nude, her hair dried and combed to lustrous 
perfection. I dried off and moved to join her.

She patted he lap. "Put your head here," she commanded.

I laid back on the sofa and lay my head in her lap, 
facing up. She petted me, stroking her long fingers over 
my face, smiling down at me the whole time. "I think we 
need each other, Dan," she said.

We watched some movie on TV until ten. When the last 
program's credits were rolling, my Cindy suggestively 
dragged the underside of a beautiful young breast across 
my ear. "Dan," she said, "can we go to bed now?"

"Yes, baby..." I sat up from my position on the sofa. 
Cindy stood and stretched, unconsciously exhibiting the 
sweetness of her young teen form. I stood and scooped 
her into my arms for a kiss.

As we threaded our way to the bedroom end of the 
trailer, Cindy mentioned in passing, "Oh, I didn't tell 
you about school today, did I?"

"Noooo. What? Tests?"

"Yeah, sorta. But these tests were those IQ an' 
something they called "placement". Why do you think I 
had to take 'em? There were only two of us from my 
class, me an' some geeky guy..."

"Maybe they think you're different. I think you're a lot 
smarter than a lot of kids that I've known that were 
your age."

"Ya think?"

"Yeah, I think. This week, when did you REALLY need help 
with your homework? No, don't answer just yet. I mean 
REALLY need it, not just an excuse to come over here?"

"But I really like coming over here..."

"That's not what I'm sayin', sweetie. You have this 
stuff figured out. Last week you needed a poke or two to 
get started, but that's because you didn't pay attention 
before, huh?"

"Nope. Nobody cared if I made C's... Mom just wanted me 
gone every day an' didn't want any trouble from school."

"And that's changed now?" I questioned.

"Yeah, you're smart. An' I wanted to be smart like you." 
She smiled sweetly as she knelt in the middle of what 
used to be my lonely bed. Cindy made it a nest.

"I thought you were smart about the second time we sat 
at the pool and talked, baby."

This got me a smile. "An' cute, too, huh?"

"Yeah. Very much cute. And it bothered me. Forty-
something year old guys aren't supposed to spend a lot 
of time thinking about cute teenaged girls."

More smile, then a giggle, and arms around my neck, and 
a whisper in my ear. "Maybe thirteen year old girls 
weren't supposed to be thinking about forty year old 
guys, either, you know."

I parlayed a hug into a long kiss. That got an "Mmmmm" 
from Cindy. "And here we are," she said, "In bed, 
naked." And she pushed me onto my back, giggling. "An' I 
have YOU!"

"And I have you, and that's like the best thing that 
ever happened in my whole life."

"Really, Dan?" her brow wrinkled. "I know you were 
married before, an' you told me you loved her."

What a time for a serious discussion, what with a naked, 
lithe and lively teen female astraddle me. But if my 
Cindy wanted to talk, we'd talk. "I did, Cindy. I really 
did. But that was different. We were both in school, and 
just sort of fell in together. It was pleasant, and 
convenient, and very much just the way I thought things 
should be."

"Uh-huh," she said.

"And there are a lot worse things than just having 
somebody who meets the requirements. Yeah, we were as 
happy as we should have been. And probably that's how it 
would have been. Then there was the accident. And I lost 
her and our daughter." I sighed. "But you're different. 
Oh so different."

"Don't get sad, Dan. I love you. Forever. Okay?"

"Yes, my little angel. You've brought light to my life, 
you know."

"And, Dan," she said, all of a sudden sounding very 
serious and mature, "you have rescued me. Just please, 
Dan, tell me you won't leave me behind, okay?"

"Leave you behind? Never..."

"But in February you're gonna be finished here, Dan."

"I'm not leaving my Cindy forever behind..." I kissed 
her face, cradling it in my hands, looking, drinking in 
those green eyes that I wanted to see happiness in.

"Dan, I need to be with you. You know what it means, I 
sleep here, and I sleep all night, an' I don't jerk ever 
time I hear a noise because I'm by myself, or because 
one a'Mom's boyfriends might want a feel."

"That's happened to you?"

"Yeah," she said. "An' I screamed bloody murder."

"What'd your mom do?"

"Hmph," she snorted, "she actually threw him out. An' 
then chewed me out because she said he was a "good 
one"."

"I'm sorry, baby," I said.

"That's what I mean, Dan." She looked at me 
thoughtfully. "I don't know much about sex, but I've 
heard people doin' it for years an' I knew it could be 
fun, but I knew that it could be bad, too, an' I heard 
THAT too, an' I didn't wanna do it just to do it."

"But why me?"

"'Cuz you're my love. Really. An' it's s'posed to go 
with love, huh?"

"Yes it is, baby. Yes it is."

"An' you didn't ever make a move on me or even ACT like 
you wanted to do things to me. You just wanted to be my 
friend an' take care of me. An' I found out you loved 
me."

"Yeah, I found out I loved you, too, but what could I do 
with a thirteen year old girl?"

"Let her love you back. An' this is part of love." And 
"this" was a kiss. With a female form impressing itself 
full length down my body. Her hands swept up onto my 
chest, cupping my breasts just like I loved cupping 
hers, but she used the purchase to push herself back up 
to straddling me. The smile was enigmatic, a 
kaleidoscope of love, happiness and lust, belied by her 
nether regions sliding slightly downward to impress a 
hot, wet pussy on my hardening dick.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, "you are absolutely perfect, 
dearest."

"You are, too, Dan. I love how you fill me." She fell 
fully forward, laying on top of me. She was too short 
for us to kiss like this, but she wrapped her arms 
around me and tugged me over sideways and kept rolling, 
pulling me over her. "You never did get on top of me 
before, Dan..."

"I wanted you to be able to control things, baby," I 
said. "I don't want to hurt you or force you."

Serene smile. And a giggle. She said, I just climbed on 
top of you and put you inside me, so I'm pretty sure 
you're not forcing me. An' I don't think you will hurt 
me. An' I want you to push that thing in me. Hard."

I pushed. She pushed back. Hard. Pubic bones met. And 
active little hips swiveled her pussy around on my dick 
as I withdrew and pushed back in and there was another 
hard push...

"Like that, baby," she hissed. "Hard. I want it. I want 
YOU!"

In this position I could arch my back. I did, in 
response to her hands gripping the sides of my face 
pulling me to her hungry mouth. Our lips met, tongues 
met, locked, breathing synched to the thrusts of our 
hips as we mated lustily. She broke the kiss. "Nnnn, 
Dan! It's happenin'! Push! Hard!" And she pulled my face 
toward hers again. Our mouths locked together and I felt 
her breathing pattern change as I kissed my Cindy into 
and through her orgasm. She pulled away just as I 
started squirting my own liquid fire into her hot pussy.

My diminishing strokes as I wound down from my own 
orgasm coincided with her change back to consciousness. 
I rolled over onto my back with my lover in my arms.

"Mmmmmm," she said, then she punched me on my arm. 
"Dammit, Dan, why've you been keepin' THAT from me?"

"Uh, little girls shouldn't say 'dammit', sweetie," I 
said. "Only nice things should come out of that mouth."

My softening dick popped out of her wet pussy. With a 
giggle, she turned, saying, "Somethin' real GOOD is 
gonna pop IN this mouth." She attacked my dick with lips 
and tongue and suction. I was presented with a happy, 
soppy, juicy pussy, and it didn't matter in the least to 
me that half the juice leaking out of it was mine. My 
tongue went right into it, leading the way for my mouth 
to fasten over it and start sucking. A couple of minutes 
and my tongue started teasing on the pea-like head of 
her clit.

That mobilized those hips and got me a moan from lips 
still wrapped around my dick. I kept licking. I thought 
I knew what my Cindy liked. Her pelvis slamming her 
pussy into my face affirmed the thought. Gamely she kept 
sucking on me, but I was determined to break her 
concentration. And I succeeded. I lost the feel of her 
sucking mouth on my dick as she pulled it out of her 
mouth.

"Nnnn, don't stop. I'm afraid to bite you. Nnnnn. Don't. 
Stop!"

I licked away.

"Nnnnnnngghhhhh! Ahhhh! Dan! Baby! Ahhhhhhh! I'm 
commminnngggg!" And she did. I knew she was nearing 
normal when I felt lips cover my dick. "Mmmmmm, baby, 
you make me feel so good." She turned in the bed, 
smeared against me, propped on one elbow, stroking my 
face with her free hand.

We cuddled for a while, letting the clock push midnight, 
kissing, caressing, giggling, winding down together in 
wonderful concert.

"Baby," she said, "can I have a t-shirt? My shoulders 
get cold at night."

"Sure, baby," I said, "Here." I'd forseen this little 
need and I had put a pair of t-shirts on the shelf by 
the head of the bed.

We both pulled them over our heads and I surveyed her, 
shiny auburn hair, angelic face punctuated with those 
green eyes. I scooped her to me for another kiss. She 
pulled me down onto the bed. "Get the covers," she 
whispered. "An' put some music on."

"Okay, dearest. Let's try this." I punched up the 
beginnings of Beethoven's "Pastorale", and to the 
soaring strains of great music we went to sleep 
together.


-= Chapter Eight =-

Helen was at the park at eight AM on Saturdays. That 
meant what when Cindy and I left the trailer, she was 
looking at us from the office window. And she waved.

"Caught!" I said to myself.

Cindy also saw her friend Mizz Helen and waved happily 
back. "Let's go see Mizz Helen," she chirped.

"Yeah, Hop in the truck. We'll stop an' see if she wants 
some donuts when we get back from breakfast." I thought 
I'd understood Helen's implications in our previous 
conversations, but one can never be completely sure, and 
I was a bit nervous about such an obvious situation.

We stopped by the office. Cindy was out of the truck and 
headed inside in a hurry. I was a bit slower. I watched 
this cute teen's jeans-clad butt and t-shirt, that 
outrageous head of hair bouncing ahead of me as I 
followed her inside.

"Hey, Helen," I said. "How's things goin'?"

And Helen smiled. Big smile. She was on one side of the 
counter directly opposite the love of my life, and they 
both were smiling. "Hey, Dan... Stuff's fine. Just fine. 
You taking good care of our girl?" She smiled at Cindy.

"I'm trying," I said. "We got the makin's of a scholar 
there. They selected her for special testing... The good 
kind."

"Yes ma'am," chirped Cindy. "An' I'm doin' all A's in 
school. Mr. Dan's a big help."

"I told you he was, didn't I," Helen said.

"Mmm-hmm," said Cindy. "I jus' love 'im!"

Now the way Cindy said that, you could have taken it 
several ways. Helen looked at me and winked. "You're 
lucky he came along," she said.

"Yeah, I am," answered Cindy. "I really am."

"So, Helen, we're goin' out for breakfast. Want us to 
bring you back some donuts?"

"Oh, yeah, Dan. An' I'll try not to eat 'em all myself."

"They're for your customers," I smiled.

Cindy bounced out to the truck and got in. I joined her 
and we drove off.

She spoke first. "D'ya think Mizz Helen thinks we're, 
like, sleepin' together?"

"I don't know for sure, but as long as we LOOK innocent 
on the outside, I don't think Mizz Helen is goin' to say 
anything one way or the other. Mizz Helen thinks the 
world of you, and she worries about you a whole lot."

"Yeah," said Cindy. "She knows all about Mom. You know 
we been livin' in this park since I was nine?"

"I didn't know it was that long."

"Yeah. Mom lost her job when I was nine an' she couldn't 
find another one, so Paw-paw gave us his travel trailer. 
Paw-paw is Mizz Helen's brother in law, an' she said we 
could stay here for free. "

"Oh," I said. "An' now Mom works at the bar sometimes 
an' she has money, but Mizz Helen lets us stay here 
anyway. I don't think Mom could afford to get us another 
place."

I didn't want to consider that Donna might be eligible 
for all manner of government housing and might decide to 
move my Cindy into some housing project. I was thankful 
that they elected to stay here. I hadn't known what was 
missing in my life until I met Cindy. Now I was 
obsessing about how I could keep her in it.

"I'm glad your mom lives here, baby," I said.

"Me too," she giggled. "All kinds of nice things here." 
She smiled at me. "Ya know, Mizz Helen an' me used ta 
talk about you, before I started really talkin' with you 
at the pool."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, she tol' me about her husband an' how he was 
older than her when they met. I thought it was nice a' 
her to tell me that. All I did was tell her I thought 
you were cute for an older guy. She tol' me that she 
thought you were a good guy."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah." Cindy continued. "There was some other 
construction guys come an' go in the park, an' Mizz 
Helen tol' me to stay away from them. They was, uh, WERE 
loud an' they sat outside and drank beer an' stayed out 
late an' came back with women an' stuff. Me an' Mizz 
Helen, we watched an' you didn't do any of that stuff."

"I don't. I may drink a beer once in a while, but I 
don't just drink and I don't do bars and I've told you 
about how I feel about women."

"An, you know," she said, "I almost think Mizz Helen 
WANTS us to be together. I mean, like TOGETHER 
together..."

"I think Mizz Helen wants a good life for you, no matter 
what it takes. An' I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think 
your mom's situation is going to do that for you. If ONE 
of her boyfriends has tried something, as you get older, 
that's gonna get worse. An' you're too bright a star to 
end up trapped in that welfare uneducated single mom 
business."

"I know, Dan."

I did a quick look at her and saw her eyes coolly 
observing me. "I want you to shine... It's gonna be 
work, but we can do it together. And if you are my Cindy 
forever, I will stand by you until the day I die."

"I love you, Dan," she said. She twisted. "Damn seat 
belts."

"Little girls shouldn't say 'damn"," I said.

Giggle. "You know what I mean."


"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, an' all we need is 
to have some helpful citizen report seein' a ...

Hey! Happy Birthday, Cindy!"

That got me a big grin...

I continued, "seein' a FOURTEEN year old girl kissin' 
some old guy..."

"You're MY guy, an' you're not that old..."

We ate breakfast at the diner. I noticed that her table 
manners had improved in the last few weeks since we'd 
began frequenting commercial eateries, and the waitress 
at this one recognized us on arrival, and treated us 
well. Of course, the fact that I was a generous tipper 
probably helped. But Cindy was a well-mannered, polite 
young client in a day where many kids in public were 
ill-mannered little hellions.

Full, we drove back to the park, chatting happily. The 
rest of the morning we spent between my trailer and the 
park laudromat. Yeah, I had the little compact RV washer 
and dryer, but I also had a bag of quarters and it was 
faster to do a couple of big loads in the park's 
machines.

Lunchtime came and we returned to the front office. And 
Helen had held up HER end of a bargain she and I'd made 
earlier in the week. There was a birthday cake. And 
presents. And candles. Fourteen of them. Cindy was 
tearful...

"You guys... This is the best birthday I've ever had in 
my whole life."

The sad part was that she was telling the truth. I gave 
her an iPod and Helen, knowing her clothing sizes, gave 
her shoes and new clothes, including, I noted, another 
dark green outfit. Had I told Helen how Cindy looked in 
dark green?

"Save that green outfit for supper tonight," I grinned.

Helen smiled broadly, first at Cindy, then at me. "Got 
us a happy young lady there, don't we?"

I nodded.

"Now," she said, "let me see if we can fix it so she 
stays that way..."

That rather cryptic comment left me wondering.

The afternoon, well, Cindy and I visited a library. This 
was s first for Cindy, and even though small-town 
Alabama libraries might be low on the ladder compared 
with big cities and universities, Cindy had no 
reference. She told me this was her first ever visit to 
any library outside of school. I was able to use Helen's 
good name as a reference to get a library card and I 
checked out books for Cindy. You'd have thought I gave 
her diamonds.

I wanted to give diamonds. At least one.

We went back to the park, stopped by her trailer so she 
could retrieve a bathing suit, then she and I joined a 
bunch of weekenders at the pool. Early fall? Still 
swimming weather in south Alabama. Cindy naturally 
interacted with a few kids her age, including a teenage 
boy, about fifteen, I imagined. I felt jealousy. I 
didn't show it. I chatted up the adults, the normal, 
where are you from, what kind of work do you do...

After an hour or so, Cindy stood beside me, dripping. 
"Mr. Dan," she said, "isn't it time for us to go?"

I looked up into those green eyes. Dammit! How could I 
fall so hard for this doll? "Yes, Cindy, we do need to 
change. We have a dinner date for our birthday girl.

The couple I'd been talking with offered congratulations 
on her birthday, and we bid our farewell. And didn't 
hold hands walking back to the trailer.

"I saw you," she said.

"Saw me what?" I asked.

"Saw how you looked at that KID who was talking' to me."

"Yeah, I saw 'im. An' yeah, since you're not stupid, I 
was feeling a bit jealous."

"You shouldn't worry. He was fifteen. Hated school. 
Wanted to know if I was stayin' here an' if I wanted to 
meet him later. He had some weed."

"What?!?!?"

"Yeah, Dan, THAT'S what I expect from boys. My age. 
Stupid. An' I seen... uh, I've seen an' smelled enough 
dope to know better. You think I wanna go do dope with 
some goofball an' have to fight him off or let him do 
me?"

"I wanna think you don't." That statement as I held the 
door open so she could get into my trailer. I was 
wanting to say "our" trailer. And I closed the door 
behind myself after I stepped inside.

Cindy pushed around me and clicked the lock. She dropped 
the towel she'd brought back from the pool and knelt in 
front of me. Her fingers hooked the waistband of my swim 
trunks and she peeled them straight down.

"Cindy!"

"Hush," she said. Her mouth engulfed my soft dick. It 
started soft, but when those lips encircled it, it went 
straight to diamond-cutting rigidity. She gave me 
workover, too, and this was the very first time she'd 
knelt and taken me while I was standing.

"Gaaahh, Baby..."

"Mmmmm," escaped her mouth from around my dick. Then she 
stood to her full five feet and three inches, threw her 
arms around my neck, and I bent over and kissed her 
lips. "Dan, I will make love to you every day for the 
rest of my life and figure that I am lucky that I have 
YOU." Kiss. Giggle. "an' you're lucky you got me, 
too..."

I was taken. She backed up. "Now," she said. I need to 
shower an' dry my hair an' get dressed. I have an 
important date tonight." And she peeled her own one-
piece swimsuit off, stripping in front of me, and 
wiggled her naked butt as she stepped into the bathroom.

Five minutes. She was out. I was in, rinsing off, and I 
was shaving while I heard the blasting hair dryer. I 
walked out of the shower, still naked. She handed me a 
hairbrush. "Here," she ordered, "brush me."

Since I found her hair an object of beauty, I complied, 
leaving her shiny, sweet-smelling, and angelic. And 
naked as a jaybird.

Another order, "You go get dressed at YOUR end of the 
trailer, an' I'll get dressed in the bedroom. With the 
curtain closed."

"Okay," I said.

I knew my Cindy and my Cindy knew me. I was just 
slipping into my shoes when I heard "Ta-daaaa!" and the 
curtain opened. Who'd have thought that a simple green 
cotton blouse and matching skirt would be rendered into 
all the beauties of the world. They were. Because my 
Cindy was in them. Her hand smoothed the back of her 
hair. "Well, love, what do YOU think?"

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

She came to me, presented me with a perfect little kiss. 
Oh yeah, with a little of that pink tongue. "Mmmm," she 
hummed, "You smell good."

"So do you, lady," I said.

"Naahh," she said. "If I was at home, I woulda stole 
some of Mom's perfume."

"You don't have to take hers. I will take you to the 
mall an' you can buy whatever YOU want."

"Oooo," she cooed, "but last time I wore hers, you said 
you liked it."

"You could smear yourself with peanut butter and YOU'D 
smell good," I said.

"An' I'd have soooo much fun lettin' you lick it off 
me..." giggle.

We walked out of the trailer. Mizz Helen was closing up 
the office, standing on the steps talking with some of 
her weekenders. She saw us and waved. Into the truck, 
and off we went. Up the road a bit, Cindy was stowing 
the flip-down console and sliding herself tight against 
me.

"I like that," I said.

Giggle. "Then you'll like this even better." Her fingers 
unzipped me and pulled my dick out through the fly.

"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head for emphasis, that 
red hair bouncing.

I heard a metallic click. "Put your seatbelt back on," I 
said.

"Nuh-uh," she said. "In a minute. I wanna do somethin'." 
She paused. Smiled. "You. I wanna do YOU." And she slid 
down in the seat and her head went into my lap. For the 
sort of activities that sweet dolls SHOULD do in a man's 
lap. For a minute. Then she popped back up. "I ain't 
gonna make you come. I've seen you come. You'll run us 
off the road."

"You're very knowledgeable and wise," I said.

She was trying to get my dick back in my pants. "Well," 
she said, "it came OUT easy..." I helped her. She zipped 
me up, then patted the bulge. I heard the click of her 
seatbelt. She smiled sweetly. "There," she said. "I've 
BEEN wanting to do that to you..."

"You're gonna get us killed," I said, "an' the funeral 
will cost extra..."

"Why will it cost extra?"

"'Cuz the undertaker's gonna have to work overtime to 
get the smile off my face."

Did I ever tell you that her laugh was like tinkling 
music to my ears? No? Well, it is...

Back to the steakhouse. Discussions taking strange 
twists as she asked questions about my work and how we 
did things and how things were at school.

Back headed home, I had a thought. "Baby, one of these 
nights we need to drive into Mobile for the evening. Get 
us a really nice room. Do a good dinner. Maybe a movie, 
or a concert or something. And then have a night 
together in a place where we don't have to bump into 
each other, maybe shower together..."

"Mmmm," she said, "I like all a'that, 'cept I LIKE 
bumpin' into you. 'specially the parts that were bumpin' 
last night."

It was almost ten when we got back in the trailer. Yeah, 
we checked. Mom's car wasn't there. As far as Donna was 
concerned, Cindy was on her own for the weekend. Cindy 
could have been off doing drugs, getting into trouble, 
having sex... Oops... She WAS having sex. Ten minutes 
after we got back into the trailer. For an hour. Okay, 
an hour and a half. Then Mozart on the stereo.

And two people, bodies entwined together. Sleeping.


-= Chapter Nine =-

And it was Sunday morning. We did breakfast in the 
trailer. Sometime s a bowl of cereal is just what you 
need. Then we visited a while with Mizz Helen. And got 
into the truck and onto the road. Headed north. No place 
to go and all day to get there. Between a GPS and some 
topo maps, we ended up in the woods on the bank of a 
creek, miles away from everybody else. Just the right 
sort of place to bring out an old blanket to spread on 
the ground.

By the time I spread the blanket out, I was facing a 
Cindy naked from the waist down. "Is that all I get?" I 
laughed.

"You can have it all, babe," she said, and she peeled 
her t-shirt over her head as I stripped. We made love 
under the canopy of old-growth trees, our music provided 
by birds and the rushing waters of the nearby creek.

We were laying there in the afterglow when she stirred. 
"I gotta go pee," she announced.

"Don't go too far," I said. "Never know what there is in 
these woods that might want to eat a little girl."

"Yeah," she laughed. "That already happened ONCE today!" 
She took a few steps down the slope away from our 
blanket and squatted, facing me.

"You know," I said, "I've never seen you pee before."

Eyes twinkled. "Oh, so you, like, wanna LOOK?"

"Uh-huh.."

She reached in between her thighs and spread her pussy 
lips. The golden stream spurted. I was fascinated. The 
flow dwindled to drip, then stopped. "I don't have 
anything to wipe with."

"I got paper towels in the truck. Or..." and I stuck out 
my tongue.

Giggle. "I usually wipe myself before you eat me."

"I know," I said. "you're very clean. But pee's not what 
makes a woman smell nasty."

And she was astraddle me, her pussy at my face. And I 
licked her clean. When I finished, she dropped to her 
knees and kissed me, hard, wet, her lips and tongue 
bathing my face and mouth. "Since you did, why shouldn't 
I?" she said.

"Yeah, but now I gotta pee."

"Oh, I've seen YOU pee. It's neat. Sometimes I wish I 
was a guy, just so I could pee standing up."

"Girls can, if they want. Takes fingers an' hips."

"And you've seen this yourself?"

"No, but I heard of it. Oh, seen pictures."

"You're lookin' at nasty pictures?"

"Not anymore..." I stood and went towards the spot still 
moist with her urine. She stood beside me.

"Let me," she said. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft. 
"Ooo," she squealed when the stream started. "That's so 
neat!"

The stream diminished to a dribble, then a drop. "Shake 
it."

"Nuh-uh," she said, kneeling. "My turn." Her lips sealed 
around my shaft and I felt her tongue working, milking 
me dry.

I sat back down on the blanket, cross-legged. Cindy sat 
in my lap, facing me, wrapping her slender legs around 
my waist. "Mmmmm," she moaned through a kiss, then 
another. "Baby, can it be this good forever?"

"I will love you forever, and I will do my very best to 
always keep us happy together, excited, loving, caring, 
just like now. But we're going to grow together, too. 
And things will change, but that just means different, 
and better."

Her head buried in my neck. "I don't wanna go back. I'll 
just have to go home. An' Mom's gonna be bitchy. An' I'm 
crampin', like my period's fixin' to start..."

"And I want you to stay with me, period an' all. Baby, 
I'm doin' my best to find a way so we never have to be 
apart. But it's what we have to do right now, okay?"

Bronze hair swung in a nod. More kisses. Perfect little 
titties pressed against my hairy chest. Our lips could 
have been welded together, as long and as tight was we 
kept them, our tongues writing hieroglyphic love poems.

Finally it was time to get dressed and return. A zip 
through a fast food line and we ate burgers on the road. 
Entering the park, no car at her trailer. We didn't 
expect one. It was still early for her mom to return. 
Cindy brought her stuff back to her own trailer, except 
for her birthday present clothes. Now she was leaving 
clothes at my place.

Five PM. We were at the pool. I was on a lounge and 
Cindy was swimming when that ratty Toyota pulled on the 
road beside the pool fence. Donna. "Hey, Dan," she 
yelled.

"Hey Donna,"I returned. "You lookin' for Cindy, she's in 
the pool."

Cindy's head popped up. "Hey, Mom," she said. "I'll be 
home in a little bit."

"Take yer time," her mom said as she drove toward their 
trailer in the far corner of the park.

My place, OUR place was empty without her that evening. 
Sleep didn't come easily. I kept looking for somebody 
who wasn't there. I got up the next morning, had a bowl 
of cereal and headed to work. During the day I thought 
about Cindy, remembered her tests today, hoped, expected 
her to do well. Left work early. Things just didn't feel 
right. Got back to the park before Cindy's bus showed 
up.

Walked into the office to see Helen for my mail.

"No mail, Dan," she said. But I had a conversation with 
Donna today."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. You know that Cindy gets up and gets off to 
school without her mom even rollin' out of bed? Yeah, 
she does. Dear Miss Donna came in about eleven. Looked 
like she just got out of bed."

"Uh-huh. Kinda figured that was the way it was."

"An' she was askin' me questions about Cindy..."

My antennae went up. Helen noticed my demeanor. "No, 
nothin' about you an' Cindy. Nothin'. But she asked me 
if I was serious the other day when I said something 
about me takin' Cindy off her hands."

"You actually SAID that? To Donna?"

"Yeah. I get to be a gutsy ol' broad, you know. What's 
she gonna do? I let her live here for free. Anyways, she 
asked me how you make somethin' like that legal. An' I 
told her, it was a matter of a court order." She smiled. 
"An' one a'my husband's best huntin' buddies is the 
local judge."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah, Dan, I'm serious. She can move in with me. But I 
gotta know. This is your last chance. Are YOU serious? 
About Cindy?"

"Helen, you dear lady! Yes, I'm serious about Cindy."

Dan, I'm gonna be her legal guardian. By the end of the 
week. So where's she gonna live? With me. Or with you?"

"uh..." I stuttered.

"Hah!" grunted Helen. "You two ain't keepin' much of a 
secret, you know. She GLOWS when she's with you. And it 
ain't that "I'm with my friend" glow. Well, some of it 
is... An' YOU!"

"Okay, Helen, I get the point. But if I don't admit 
anything, then you don't KNOW anything."

"Yeah, right."

"She lives with me."

"Good. That's what I expected. I'll have her clothes and 
stuff here tomorrow. Oh, an' her mom's sellin' that 
trailer, like she can get shit for it. Well, she IS 
getting shit for it. I'm payin' two or three times what 
it's worth. Part of the deal. Her dong du jour promised 
her that they could find good work in Vegas."

"Yeah?" My knees were week. Yesterday's faint dream was 
almost a reality.

"Donna's gonna tell Cindy tonight. I tol' her that if 
Cindy wanted, she could stay with ME tonight after she 
tol' her. I suspect you might want to be the one who 
deals with Cindy. I don't know how she's gonna take it. 
Her an' I talked about somethin' like this before, a 
week or so ago, an' she kept lookin' at YOUR trailer, 
like I wasn't gonna notice. Like I said, neither one 
a'you can keep a secret."

"Wow." I said. "Just wow!"

"Dan, I doubt that I really need to tell you this, but 
if you ever hurt that child an' I find out, I will have 
you hunted down like a dog. Tomorrow me an' Donna are 
goin' to see the judge to sign the papers. Then she's 
got an airline ticket. Gone. An' I expect hell will 
freeze over before we see her back in Alabama."

"Helen, you're amazing... Wonderful." I went around the 
counter and hugged her. "There's no amount of 'thank 
you's" for this..."

"Dan, just be good to her." Helen was smiling as I left. 
I don't think my feet were touching the ground.

I was in my trailer when I heard the bus drop off Cindy. 
I didn't go outside. The normal drill was for her to go 
home, then come back to do homework. An hour passed. I 
heard a knock on my door.

My heart was pounding as I opened it. I expected Cindy. 
I got Cindy and Helen.

Helen looked around. "You keep good house for a single 
guy."

"Thanks, I guess," I said.

Cindy looked at me. It was a look I hadn't seen before.

"Well, Dan," said Helen, "I'll let Cindy tell you the 
news."

"What's up, sweetie?" I asked.

"Mizz Helen says she already told you what's goin' on. 
Mom's movin'. I'm not."

I stepped toward her and wrapped her in my arms. "I'm 
sorry, baby, but at the same time, I'm not."

"Me neither," said Cindy, but there was a trace of an 
uncontrolled sob there, too.

"Mizz Helen's gonna be my legal guardian."

"I know."

"Dan. I talked with Mizz Helen. She says I can live with 
you." She looked at me. "If you want me to..."

I bent my head down and kissed Cindy on top of her head. 
"Yes, I want you to."

Helen smiled. "Good! Now I'm gonna go home. With Cindy 
in my car. Dan, you can leave behind me. An' bring Cindy 
back with you. I just don't want her mom to see me leave 
without her."

An hour later, Cindy and I were at the catfish joint. 
She was smiling. "Dan, can you believe it? We're 
together! Forever!"

"Shhhhhh!" I hissed. "Don't let people hear you say 
that!"

"Ooopssss!" she grinned. "But there's nobody around." 
She was right. Monday was a slow night for fried 
catfish.

We finished supper and got into my truck. "Now, my Cindy 
forever, let's talk."

"Yes, my Dan forever."

"We have to be careful. You're fourteen. I'm forty-two. 
That makes you jailbait. And not only will I go to jail, 
so will Mizz Helen. If ANYBODY ever thinks that there's 
more than just friendship between us."

"I know..."

"Now, around the park, well, I don't think people pay 
any attention, but we still have to be careful in 
public. A little hand-holding while walking, a hug like 
you'd give you uncle, that's all."

"I know..."

"Until your sixteenth birthday."

"What happens on my sixteenth birthday?"

"Mizz Helen will have the papers ready for the judge to 
sign so we can get married."

Squeeeealllll! "Oh, Dan... it's real!"

"As real as YOU want it to be, Cindy."

When I pulled back into the park, I did my normal visual 
sweep. Donna's car was gone. Nowhere in sight. Cindy and 
I went into the trailer and locked the door. And I had a 
sweet hundred and thirty pounds of redheaded doll on me, 
her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my 
neck, her lips showering my face with kisses.

"I never have to leave you again, Dan."

"I know, Cindy. And you have no idea how happy that 
makes me. No idea at all."

"Oh, but I do." She sighed. "But baby, I have bad news."

"Bad news?"

"Yeah. 'Member yesterday when I said I thought I was 
crampin'?"

"yeah?"

"I started my period."

"So?"

"I wanted to make love to you, but I can't. Well, I can, 
but I don't wanna. I know Mom did that. Heard her 
boyfriend say she was on the rag."

"It's okay, baby. We love each other. And we have 
forever." Kisses. "Homework?"

"No," she said. "I had those tests today, remember?"

"Right. How did you do?"

"I dunno. Lots of funny stuff like "answer these 
questions in fifteen minutes", an' I really had to work 
to finish."

"Baby, they don't expect you to finish."

"I finished. The guy who was watchin' us, Mr. Hardesty, 
he looked at me funny. But he looked at my papers an' 
smiled. They said it would be a couple of weeks before 
we find out the grades."

"They're not grades, baby, they're scores. And if you 
finished, well..." I smiled. "You gonna shower first, or 
me?"

"Me." It's a good thing that I specified blackout 
curtains in the place when I ordered it. Because it 
doesn't take long for a fourteen year old girl to be 
delightfully, desirably naked. And presenting herself 
for miscellaneous kisses and gropes.

Fifteen minutes later she got out of the shower and I 
got in. I finished showering just as the last of the hot 
water came out. Well, there was enough warm left for me 
to shave. I stepped out into the aisle and toweled off, 
then helped my Cindy dry and brush her hair. I noticed 
she was wearing panties.

"Blue panties?"

"Yeah," she pouted. "Damn... uh, darned period!"

"You're still smart. You're still funny. You're still 
beautiful. And periods don't last forever."

She stood and turned to face me, perky breasts pointing 
their pink nipples at me. Pinker than normal. I touched 
one. "Oooo!" she squealed. More sensitive, too, 
apparently. Must be the period.

She kissed me, an act that required me to bend over to 
make up for our difference in heights. And she 
whispered, "You know, there's some things I can do to 
celebrate tonight..."

"I appreciate that, baby, but that's not gonna do things 
for you..."

"Hah! Don't be silly. You should know that I like 
playin' with this thing. Come on!" And at eight o'clock 
we were turning out the lights. Except the one she 
demanded next to the bed. "I like to see what I'm 
doin'," she'd said early on in our relationship. "I like 
to see you doin' me and I like to see what I'm doin' to 
you."

She pushed me backward onto the bed and crawled her way 
up me, kissing. All the way to my lips. There it was 
long, and hot. Then a whisper. "Now your Cindy forever 
is gonna suck you. An' you're gonna come."

"Baby, that's wonderful that you want to do that, but 
you make me do so much. I'll tell you when it's 
close..."

"I know what happens to you when you get close," she 
said.

"Yeah, but, so you can pull it out so I don't come in 
your mouth..."

Kisses. "Baby," she purred, "I already know what your 
stuff tastes like..." She was right. Happiness was 
having a sweet thing like her clean the juices of your 
orgasms from your genitals with her mouth. "D'ya think 
that I was just goin' to do this just ONE time the other 
night? I LOVED it. It's so neat that I can make you come 
like this. An' I've come all over your face. So why 
wouldn't I want to be sucking on you when you come?"

"You're sure?"

She slid down and answered the question with action. 
Three or four weeks of pleasant explorations and playful 
interludes, and my Cindy knew what make my dick work. 
And she worked it. Suction. Tongue. Teeth. Hands. The 
head. The coronal ring. The shaft. Balls. Nothing was 
missed. Everything was eagerly and expertly attended. I 
was even more excited by the visuals. Red head bouncing 
up and down. Every now and then those green eyes looking 
at me. Her mouth would release me and she'd smile. And 
she'd go back down with an "Mmmmm..." and I was in 
nirvana. I could feel the feelings building.

"Mmmm, baby! I'm so close."

Smack! "Uh-huh. Your balls are getting tight. Come on!" 
Slurp. Suck.

"Oh, god... ohgodohgodogod... it's. it's. comminnngggg!" 
And I spurted. Caught my Cindy by surprise, I think.

Her "Mmmmm" changed to "Mmmphh" and she swallowed. And 
sucked. And jacked. And she knew from our lovemaking how 
my body reacted in orgasm, the timing, the diminishing 
thrusts, and how I used her pussy, and she used her 
mouth in exactly the same way. And she knew that when 
the orgasm was over, we'd lay together until I softened 
and fell out of her pussy, and she did that with her 
mouth, gently sucking and tonguing me past the end of my 
coming, finally releasing me from her mouth, soft and 
clean.

And if you could have seen the smirk on that face. It 
broke into a grin. And she made a big deal about wiping 
up a stray drop of semen from the corner of her mouth 
with a fingertip, then sucking her finger clean. And her 
head bobbed, giggling, and sucked my soft dick 
completely into her mouth, and she chewed gently with 
tongue and teeth, then crawled up on top of me.

"So tell me, baby, d'you still kiss a girl after she's 
sucked you off?" I answered with lips and tongue. Then a 
giggle. "You know, you owe me one."

"Yeah. And I will pay you back. That is the most 
spectacular thing ever done to me with a mouth. You're 
the very best."

"Mmmmm," she said, nestling into my chest. "My pleasure, 
sir."

"I love you."

"I hope so. I don't have a momma any more."

"Yeah, she'll always be your mom. An' you have Mizz 
Helen, too."

"An' you?"

"Forever." I kissed the top of her head. "Now, let's go 
to sleep. You have school tomorrow and I have work."

No more lonely nights. The alarm went off at six. I hit 
snooze and rolled over and kissed my Cindy. Was rewarded 
by a kiss back. And then we got down to the business of 
the day." She watched me drive off and then waited for 
her bus.

I floated through the day. Even the "difficult 
personalities" that seem to gravitate towards 
construction work were no hurdle today. I couldn't be 
shaken. I couldn't wait for the day to end. Somebody 
remarked that my dedication seemed to be fading. I 
laughed.

Driving back into the park, I stopped at the office and 
found Cindy standing there in schoolgirl perfection, 
talking with Helen. They were laughing when I walked in, 
and they both turned toward me. Cindy bounced up and 
gave me a hug that teetered just over the edge of 
chastity.

Helen said, "You two look like honeymooners."

"Uh...."

"Oh, shit, Dan," she said, I KNOW! So at least 
acknowledge that you don't think I'm stupid."

All I could get out was an "aw shucks" grin.

"Anyways," she said, "I got the paperwork signed. An', 
let's see, it's almost five. Donna's just about to 
Vegas. An' the judge says that I will get money from the 
state for foster care. An' he's takin' care of all that 
child protective services crap so they don't bother me. 
An' I got her medical insurance covered. State does that 
for foster kids, too."

"Wow! You've got all the bases covered."

"More than you think. Judge, he's a widower. Wife died a 
year ago. Got ME a date tonight." She was grinning like 
a schoolgirl herself. "I don't know how to act..."

"Yeah you do," I said.

Cindy was grinning, too. "Mizz Helen's got a boyfriend," 
she laughed.

"Ya'll go on," Helen said, waving us out.

Cindy jumped in the truck for the short drive to my 
trailer space, then got out. I got to the door to unlock 
it. "I guess since you live here, I need to give you a 
key, huh?"

"Either that or I'm gonna have to sit on the steps 
waitin on ya."


-= Chapter Ten =-

The next day I walked into the park office to find Helen 
and Cindy chatting. I waved a set of keys at her. "It's 
time," I said.

"Time for what?" she asked with a puzzled look.

"Time for you and me to go fire up the Starship 
Enterprise. Or a 1968 model Cessna airplane. Something 
like that."

Squeal. Hug.

"What?" asked Helen.

"Mechanic called me today. He finished the inspection on 
my airplane and it's ready to fly again."

"Oh, yeah. You told me you had a plane over there." 
"There" being the local airport.

"Yeah, and Miss Cindy is getting ready to make her 
first, and if she pukes all over the place, her ONLY 
flight in it." I looked at Cindy. "Go get some jeans on. 
This ain't a "skirt" kind of airplane, baby!"

Half an hour later we pulled the truck up next to an 
open hangar at the little country airport. There was 
another truck there, the mechanic's. We shook hands. 
"John Randolph," I said, "meet Cindy Smith. I tutor her 
in math, and I promised her a ride if she brought her 
grades up."

He smiled. Most people, and 99.9% of men, smile when 
they meet Cindy. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Cindy. You 
don't have to worry. The wings won't fall off. He might 
fly into a pine tree, but the wings will be there when 
he does."

Cindy grinned. "Thank you, Mister John. I'm thinkin' 
it's worth a risk. My first time in an airplane. Ever."

John turned to me. "Dan," he said, " everything checks 
out. You're good for a year." He handed me the plane's 
logbook. I gave him a check. "Call me if you need 
anything. Okay?"

"You bet, John," I said. "Thanks!"

"Want me to help you pull her out?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure."

We pushed the plane out of the hangar onto the concrete 
apron. I watched, Cindy by my side, as John drove off.

"Now what?" asked Cindy.

"We do a ritual. It's called a "pre-flight inspection" 
and you do it EVERY time you get ready to fly."

I did the walk-around with Cindy at my side asking 
questions every step of the way. Finally I had her open 
the passenger side door and take a step on the tire, 
another on the step, and finally into the cockpit.

The last step got me a comment. "Yeah, I think a skirt 
would have been a little bit revealing." She smiled.

I showed her how to buckle her harness, and then I 
climbed into the pilot's seat. "Here," I said, handing 
her a huge pair of headphones with an attached 
microphone. "Put these on so we can talk to each other 
without hollering. This old thing's loud." I showed her 
exactly how loud when I started the engine. We completed 
the ritual and taxied to the runway.

I looked at her. "Are you ready?" I asked.

She shook her head in the affirmative, grinning broadly.

"Okay. There's a barf bag in the glove box if you need 
it."

"No way!" she said. "I'm excited. Let's do this!"

"Okay," I said. "Here goes!" I pushed the throttle 
forward and we took off. Once we were out of the local 
pattern, I said, "Okay, now put your feet on those 
pedals and your hands on the yoke."

She looked at me almost incredulous. "Like, I'm gonna 
FLY this?"

"Yeah. Watch!" I took my hands off the control yoke. 
"It'll almost fly itself, so don't be scared."

Her eyes were wide. So was her grin. We flew around with 
me coaching her through turns and climbs and glides and 
toured the area, overflying the RV park and her school. 
Finally I said, "Okay. I don't know about you, but I'm 
getting hungry."

"Oh, no, Dan! I could do this forever."

"We'll see about that. This old thing is burning fifty 
bucks worth of gas an hour. We've been up an hour. And 
I'm hungry!"

"Okay..." She took her hands off the yoke.

"Oh, no, little girl. You're still flying." I crossed my 
arms.

"Eek!" she squealed, grabbing the yoke. We did a quick 
little porpoise as her untrained hands wiggled the yoke 
in and out.

I put my hands back on my yoke and went along as I 
talked her through navigating back to the airfield and 
setting up in the traffic pattern, then had her fly 
along with me as we landed. We taxied back to the hangar 
and she and I pushed the old plane back into its 
shelter.

We got back in the truck. "Wow!" she said. "Just HOLY 
WOW!"

"You liked it, then?"

"Oh, go, yes!" She jumped across the cab and hugged and 
kissed me. "Do you realize you just gave me the 
SKY?!?!?"

"It is kinda cool, ain't it?" I said. "Pizza for 
supper?" I asked. "I can make a phone call and we can 
beat them back to the trailer." There was a local 
pizzeria that did delivery.

"Yeah! That's great!" A cellphone call got that on the 
way.

The ride home was all about flying. She asked the how 
and the why and I feared I'd created another monster. 
Oh, well. There are worse things for people to want.

We were sitting together on the sofa when the pizza 
arrived. After finishing it off, we traded sloppy, 
garlic-flavored kisses, then did the shower thing.

Afterward, drying her hair, I said, "Baby, I don't know 
the first thing about getting a young lady's hair done."

"AIn't much to it, honey," she said. "I don't get my 
hair done, I get it cut. That's all. I know the lady 
that does it. An' I can call her an' get it done. I'm 
about due."

"Really?" I observed that it was just beginning to drag 
her shoulders.

"Yeah, it's, like, an inch or two too long."

"You don't get it colored?"

"Nope. This is what color you get. Mom wasn't gonna pay 
for extra stuff for me." She paused. "Unless. Why? D'you 
want me to change it?" She turned and looked at me.

"Oh, no, baby," I answered. "I'm a sucker for it just 
the way it is. Women pay a lot of money to get hair like 
you have naturally."

That got me a smile. And a twinkle. And a question that 
sat me back. "So tell me how this hand job thing 
works..."

"What?"

"Hand jobs?" She looked at me, eyes a-twinkle. "I heard 
Mom an' whoever... I assume it's somethin' that the girl 
does to the guy, from the sound of it."

"Yeah. Girl can do that to the guy, or the guy can do it 
to himself."

"I heard that's how guys masturbate."

"It is."

"Really? You do that?"

"Yeah, I did that. Thinking about you, since after I 
moved here."

Giggles "Really? I excited you?"

"Baby, you're the very definition of exciting."

That got me a hug. And kisses. And a hand wrapped around 
my dick. "Lay down an' tell me how to do this..." She 
sat beside me, naked except for her panties.

"Ain't much to it. You already do it. Last night, the 
only difference was that you sucked on me at the same 
time.

She smiled as she slid the skin up and down my shaft. 
"Like this?"

"Yeah. Or just slide the whole thing in an' out of your 
hand, and every now an' then, rub the head. You'll get 
it."

She was having fun. Right hand was doing the duties on 
my dick, her left fondling my balls. "Yahknow," she 
said, "I never saw your stuff come out. I feel it inside 
me. I felt it in my mouth yesterday. But I never saw it 
come out." Little Miss Flexible bent over and sucked on 
my nipple, causing my dick to jump. And her to giggle. 
Mater of factly she said, "Come for me."

She kept jacking and I was getting close. Pre-cum 
started by drops at first, then a steady flow and my 
hips were thrusting into her hand. "You're getting' 
close," she announced.

"Oh, yeah," I hissed. "I'm. Getting. Close. Ohbaby.... 
Nnngghhh! Yeah. Commmingggg!" I thrust hard and the 
first jet of my orgasm went straight up about three 
feet.

"Oh, wow!" she giggled. She kept stroking. I kept 
spurting. Three or four more good ones, then a steady 
flow that covered her hand. As I collapsed backward onto 
the mattress, she smiled and made a show of licking her 
hand. Then sucking me clean. And she laughed. "I don't 
know where that first one landed. Wow! I mean, I felt 
you inside me, and when I sucked you last night, I could 
tell it was squirtin' but I had no idea it went that 
far. Wow!"

I pulled her next to me and then rolled on my side to 
face her. I've often heard of eyes described as 
"adoring". I looked into Cindy's. And knew what the term 
meant. "Now you've done it," I said.

"What'd I do?"

"You've finished me off, an' I own you two now, an' it's 
too early to go to sleep."

My Cindy grinned. "TV? Cards? Both?"

"Both." Cindy was fun to play cards with. It was always 
a battle. We were 50-50 at rummy. I tossed her a t-
shirt. "Cover up." I put on a t-shirt and gym shorts, 
with no underpants. We went into the other end of the 
trailer where the TV and sofa were, and I pulled a 
little table out for us to play cards on. And we laughed 
and played and talked and even watched some TV. At ten, 
it was bedtime.

We crawled in from opposite sides. Well, I started to 
crawl in.

"Uh-uh," she chided.

"What?"

"Take those shorts off. They get in my way."

"Okay," I smiled.

We slid together under the covers and her hand just 
naturally grabbed my dick, gently fondling, soothing, 
juggling my balls in her hand. Finally she rolled on her 
side facing away from me, and I turned toward her, 
spooning up behind her. She wiggled her ass onto my 
dick. I put an arm around her and squeezed on her 
titties gently, feeling the nipples harden, then I 
drifted my hand downward, my fingers stroking her pubic 
mound, firm beneath her panties. The final sound I heard 
before I dozed off was her "mmmmm".

And so went the week. By Friday a couple of things 
happened. First, Cindy's period was over. Second, we 
were settling into a happy routine. Thursday was another 
trip to the library. More books. We had to figure out 
how to work a little space into our togetherness. I 
bought a wireless card for my laptop, then gave it a 
little more thought, bought another one, and a laptop 
for Cindy. For school, of course.

***

Two weeks passed. I rolled into my parking spot beside 
my trailer. Its door flew open and Cindy bounced out to 
meet me. This was a sore point, because the first thing 
that came to both our minds at the end of the day was an 
embrace that went well past the "young girl greeting her 
friend" scale.

I met her eyes. "Nuh-uh..." I said.

"Oh, I knowwww," she countered. "I just wanted to tell 
you that the scores came back on my test. They're gonna 
call Mizz Helen about them."

"Okay," I said. I looked back towards the office. 
Helen's SUV was still there. "Let's go tell her." I 
flipped open my cellphone and called the office. "Hey!" 
I said when Helen answered. "Can you hang around a 
minute? Me an' Cindy need to talk to you."

"I was gonna call you," she said. "Got a call from 
school about Cindy."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. "We're on the way..."

One thing that HAD changed in the last two weeks was 
that Helen was on our tiny inside circle. How tiny? I 
knew. Cindy knew. Helen knew. So when we entered the 
office and I leaned up against the counter, I had Cindy 
almost welded to my side.

Helen smiled. "I like your haircut, sugar," she told 
Cindy.

"Thank you, Mizz Helen," she said.

Helen turned to me. "So, Dan, the school calls me since 
I'm her guardian. They want to see me about some tests 
she took a couple of weeks ago."

"Good? Bad?" I questioned.

"Oh, don't get your drawers in a wad. They said they're 
very much pleasantly surprised."

"Well good, then..."

"Yeah, and they want a parent-teacher conference to talk 
about it. I told them that I wanted to bring you 'cuz 
I'm a ol' country girl an' I don't know much about that 
stuff."

"Okay. I'm up for that. When?"

"Next Tuesday. Nine AM. Counselor's office at the middle 
school."

"I can do that. I'll make sure."

"This is good, right?" questioned Cindy.

"Yeah, baby, if by 'good' you mean you have to stop 
skatin' through classes and buckle down an' use your 
brain..."

"What'd'ya mean, Dan," asked Helen.

"Well Helen, it's like this. Our little Cindy's mind in 
regular classes is kinda like having a NASCAR racer in 
the Wal-Mart parkin' lot. She's never had to use most of 
the horsepower."

"Yah think so?" Helen was perhaps not privy to Cindy's 
abilities, having seen her at the pool and bouncing in 
and out of the office over the summer.

Cindy was smiling. She should be smiling. I was 
complimenting her. "Yeah. I KNOW so. So far, it's been a 
good thing because Cindy's mom wasn't real big on 
education, so all by herself, Cindy's been able to stay 
at grade level, all without help, and apparently without 
trying very hard." I winked at Cindy.

Helen popped, "It's a wonder she went to school at 
all.."

I continued. "Since this year began, I've been watching 
her. That "Please, Mr. Dan, help me with my homework" 
act got thin after the first week. She's sort of idling 
through her classes now."

"So what do you think they're gonna tell us Tuesday?"

"What I just told you. Except they're gonna tell you in 
"Professional Educator" language to make it sound 
mysterious."

"An' what's that mean to me?" asked Cindy.

"Yeah," said Helen.

"Now that could be interesting. I don't know what school 
s around here offer. Some places would move her into 
advanced classes. Some might try to move her up a grade 
or two."

"But she'd be fourteen in high school?"

"Yeah," I said. "I don't know if I like that."

"Me neither," Cindy chimed in. "Middle school boys are 
yuck enough. Older? No way!" She caught my eye. "Boys, I 
mean." She swung her hip against my thigh. "You're NOT a 
boy."

"I guess we need to see what they say, then," I said. 
"and you can tell 'em I her tutor, Helen."

Helen smiled at the two of us. "Ain't that somethin'," 
she laughed. "Next thing you'll tell me is that she's 
wantin' to be an engineer..."

And Cindy giggled.

Helen laughed back. "Figures," she snorted. "So that's 
next Tuesday. Ya'll got plans for the weekend?"

"Yeah," Me an' Cindy're going to Mobile. Nice hotel. 
Nice restaurants. Tickets to a symphony."

"A symphony?" Helen arched an eyebrow, looked at Cindy. 
"Since when do you do symphonies?"

"Since Dan showed me that there's more to music than 
what Mom listened to."

"Dan, Dan, Dan..." Helen laughed, "You're the damnedest 
thing I ever saw. Take a girl out of an Alabama trailer 
park an' get her to studyin' engineerin' an' listenin' 
to classical music in a month an' a half..."

That got both of Cindy's arms wrapped around me as she 
told Helen, "He is somethin', ain't he?"

"Ya'll go get packed. You got an adventure to go on," 
said Helen. "I'll probably not see you 'til Monday."

Cindy bounced out toward our (yes, it was "ours" now) 
trailer. I looked at that cute jeans-clad butt and that 
red hair swinging. I turned to Helen. "Lady," I said, 
"I'll never be able to thank you enough."

Helen was smiling as I left to follow Cindy.

By six-thirty we were checked into a hotel.

"Look at the size of this shower, baby," she called from 
the bathroom.

"Yeah, I specifically asked about it."

Her red head peeked around the corner, smiling. "Big 
enough for two, huh?"

I smiled back at her. "Absolutely. But first, what're 
you hungry for? And pizza an' fried catfish are NOT 
acceptable choices."

"Chinese? You keep tellin' me about Chinese." My Cindy'd 
never had Chinese.

"I think we can do that. We'll do a buffet so you can 
pick and choose."

School clothes and work clothes were good enough for 
Chinese buffets, so out the door we went. I mused about 
what others would see when they saw us, the odd couple, 
forty-two and fourteen, 6'2" and 5'3"... could have been 
as innocent as dad and daughter... could have been just 
that. But how many would have seen two people who'd 
found their lifemates?

Dinner was a huge success. After cautioning Cindy, "Try 
a little bit. If you like it, go back for more..." I led 
her down the buffet line, giving her a running but not 
too specific commentary. The sushi bar was revelatory. 
As in "Ewwww!!! Raw fish?!?!?"

But even raw fish was worth a try. And a smile. And a 
further adventure was chopsticks. I used them and got 
bemused stares. Of course I expected the next, "Let me 
try" and bits of food flew for a minute, and by the end 
of the meal, she might not be an expert, but she wasn't 
scared of them. And we were full. And back in the room 
just after dark.

Our first showering together. A soapy, wet Cindy is a 
delightful creature. There's something supremely sensual 
about two naked bodies in a shower. I already knew this. 
Cindy found out for the first time. I found out that I'd 
been missing a level. She was drying her hair as I was 
shaving. Short, jawline length hair. She was dry and 
brushed to perfection and I was shaved and she had my 
hand, tugging me towards the kingsized bed. We turned 
back the covers from opposite sides and met in the 
middle.

The result was a multitude of happy variations to the 
timeless mechanics of lovemaking. How wonderful can 
things be, when two people live to hear and taste and 
feel and see pleasures in their mates? We were finding 
out.

She rode me. Climbed on top, slid her wet pussy up and 
down the underside of my hardness a couple of times, 
smearing me generously with little girl juices, then 
rose up the exact right distance and angle for the head 
of my dick to line up with her wet, tight pussy. And 
slid herself down over me. And she rode. Hard. I held 
onto her hips. Not for guidance. Not for control. Just 
because it was HER. She held my wrists and tossed her 
head back as she neared the edge. I watched her eyes 
squeeze shut, she bit her bottom lip, snorting short, 
sharp breaths through her nose, mewing sounds escaping 
her closed mouth as my hips thrust up to meet her moves, 
and her "Nnnngghhhhhh!" as she came coincided with my 
first spurts of hot semen inside her. We shared our 
spasms together then she collapsed into my open arms. 
When she scooted up to kiss me, my soft, soppy dick fell 
out of her pussy. We kissed, long, soft, savoring.

Finally she said, "We're gonna have a mess if we don't 
clean up..." and she spun around on me. "Too late. 
You're gonna sleep in the wet spot!" But that didn't 
stop either of us from licking and sucking the other 
clean.

Of course, eager lips and tongue had the expected effect 
on my dick. "I love feelin' it grow in my mouth," she 
announced. She slid off me and repositioned herself 
between my legs and lavished kisses and licks and nips 
and sucks on my balls. I was fully hard again.

"Come up here," I said. She complied. I wrapped her in 
my arms and our mouths locked together. As we kissed I 
rolled the two of us over, positioning me above her. Her 
legs spread, allowing me to sink between her thighs. I 
moved up, the head of my dick probing for heaven. And 
found it. As I eased into her, those legs wrapped around 
me, drawing me in.

Our pubic bones met. "Dan," she said, "Fuck me. Make me 
come again."

We'd discussed the difference between making love and 
fucking. We'd made love already. We fucked. Humping, 
snorting, grabbing, pounding, wet, hot... Orgasmic. I 
was spent. Cindy was immobilized.

I climbed out of bed and returned with a moist facecloth 
and wiped her face. She purred.

"Dan," she said, "I don't think that sex is always this 
good between two people. Not listenin' to Mom. But I 
think it's supposed to be just like this. You an' me do 
it right."

"Yes, princess. I always dreamed of having you."

"You didn't even know me. When you were old enough for 
sex, I wasn't even born."

"I know. But I had an idea of what perfection was. And 
then you came along, and you showed me that I didn't 
have enough imagination."

"Not enough imagination?" she questioned.

"Yes, dearest, you're even better than I ever dreamed."

She looked at me through dreamy eyes. "An' I'll never be 
with another man for all my life. You're my everything." 
She pulled my hand to get be beside her. We snuggled.

"TV?" she asked.

"Sure!" I gave her the remote. Fifty channels of 
"nothing's on." She found a movie., a fairly recent 
chick flick. "You don't mind this, do you?"

"No, that's fine."

We watched, laughing at the absurd, all the time I was 
thinking that what was on the screen wasn't even close 
to being as improbable as my life was at this very 
moment.

Sex scene. Shot so nothing showed, of course. "Hmph!" 
Cindy snorted. "We beat THAT seven nights a week." She 
kissed me. "Sometimes two or three times a night!" She 
saw something that hinted at the girl going down on the 
guy and said, "Hah! Watch this!" And with an audible 
gulp, she took my whole soft dick into her mouth. 
"Mmmmmm... D'you think mine's better?"

"Yeah. Because THAT guy didn't lose consciousness when 
SHE did'im. And YOU are far prettier. No silicone. No 
plastic. No makeup. Just pure, perfect Cindy."

She was back up, cheek resting on my shoulder, my arm 
around her. "I'm not perfect, Dan."

"You are, for me. "

"An' you are, for me."

Sometime later the TV sleep timer timed out. We didn't 
know. Satiated. Together. And what more could be asked?

Saturday morning I woke before Cindy. I regarded her 
sweet form, clad in a white cotton t-shirt, no panties. 
I couldn't keep my hands off that body. I gently traced 
the multiples of delightful young curves, leg, hip, 
waist, stomach upward to the curve of those A-cup 
breasts.

She stirred. I showered gentle kisses, pushing her bangs 
aside with my lips to kiss her forehead. Her eyelids 
fluttered, opening, and she pulled my face down to match 
our lips up. Completing that connection, mobile hands 
pulled me further as she rolled onto her back. She slid 
sideways under me, shoving her right leg under me, 
positioning me between her thighs.

I hadn't intended to do anything but wake her up for 
breakfast. My dick, however, noted further possibilities 
and hardened. That was a good thing, because mobile 
young hips meant a pussy was searching. And found. And 
we slid together. And from the fucking of last night, we 
went into the gentle sweet love-making now.

I didn't hurry. I stroked slowly, deeply, letting her 
hips move and angle and wiggle, keeping her little clit 
in motion against the shaft that was penetrating her, 
and I just rode along, knowing that she was the one who 
would come this morning. As she neared the edge, she 
pulled my lips to hers, sounding her orgasmic moans into 
my mouth past our tongues. And as her body shuddered, 
mine released in response. I felt her pussy walls 
kneading my dick inside her, milking my semen from my 
body into hers.

Finally we rolled apart.

"I can't believe you haven't said 'good morning', 
sweetie..."

"Mmmm," she purred. "Don't actions say it better'n 
words?"

"Yeah, yeah they do." I laughed. "Better do a quick 
shower. One of us smells like sex..."

We showered, then went out for breakfast, then rode 
around for a while, waiting for the mall to open. Cindy 
was excited. "I hardly EVER got to the mall. Maybe three 
or four times. An' Mom never spent much on me."

"Sweetie," I told her, "malls aren't exactly my thing, 
but today's your day, an' I have a platinum card an' I 
know how to use it. So let's go." And off we went. And 
twice we had to go back out to the truck to drop off 
bags of new clothes and shoes. The back of the crew cab 
was full of colorful plastic. I took her by the hand to 
a jeweler. She left there sporting a delicate gold 
chain. "We'll think about what to put on it..."

Lunch was at the food court. In the noise and crowds of 
a mall on a Saturday, I only had eyes for Cindy. She had 
her head on a swivel, noting styles and sounds and looks 
of teens and young adults. I noted her attentions and 
admit it caused me unease. Finishing lunch, we made one 
more visit to a couple more stores. Perfume counter. I 
was quite happy to whip out the platinum card.

The afternoon was beginning to heat up as we walked out 
to the truck. I glanced sideways. Her face was at the 
same time excited and serene. I blame it on the green 
eyes. And freckles. Sprinkled across that pert nose.

Getting into the truck, she pushed the console up and 
took her seat next to me. We drove out, headed back to 
the hotel.

"D'ya believe, like, ALL those people?!?" She said.

"I saw you were lookin'."

"I was. An' listenin'. Those girls were sittin' behind 
me while we were eatin', they sounded so stupid... like, 
clothes, an' he says, an' she goes, an' I'm like..." She 
looked at me. I could feel the stare. "Dan," she asked, 
"Honest. Am I like that? Do I sound that immature an' 
silly?"

"Not by a long shot, Cindy. You're refreshingly mature. 
Especially for your age. I noticed that back when I 
first talked to you at the pool. "

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I see this teen girl, and I figure it's all boy 
bands and fashions and hip-hop and nail polish. And do 
YOU remember the first thing you talked to me about?"

"no."

"What's gonna replace the space shuttle. I remember."

"Well who cares who Disney's pushin' for music? That 
stuff all sounds alike. It sucks. It ain't exactly 
Bach."

"Bach? Have I played Bach for you?"

"Nope. You left a CD out. "Inventions". Can you imagine 
this guy sittin' thereat one of those huge organs an', 
like, just INVENTING music like that?"

It was a good thing we were at a traffic light. I had to 
kiss her. "What a delightful brain you have inside that 
pretty head," I laughed. "So you didn't see all those 
young people and wish that was YOU?"

"No way, babe. Those girls, that whole table of 'em, 
they talked for half an hour an' never used a word with 
more than two syllables. An' the guys were worse. I 
mean, if you can't even figure out which way your cap 
goes on your head... Please!"

"That's the style, baby."

"An' what's "style"? A synonym for "stupid"? Huh!"

My darling used "synonym" and it wasn't in a vocabulary 
exercise. No wonder I was in love.

She was on a roll. "So, babe, how 'bout we go back to 
the room, I pick out what to wear tonight, an' I get a 
chance to make love to a real smart, wonderful, mature 
guy who's gonna be my husband in, oh, like a year an' 
eleven months..."

"Your wish is my command..."

We hauled a full load of bags back into the room. She 
laid out several outfits. New. And the dark green 
sweater and skirt. She saw my eyes. Smiled. "You like me 
in this."

"Yes. It brings out the very best of your beauty."

"Ya know," she said, "until you came along, I didn't 
know I had beauty. An' now, I only have it for you..."

We put her outfit for the evening on hangers. Cleared 
the bed of clothes and bags. Turned the covers down.

"One more thing," she said.

"What?"

"I bought this with my own money." I'd given her a 
hundred bucks in twenties. "You were lookin' at socks or 
something." She held up an impossibly small amount of 
green cloth fastened together by what looked like thick 
shoelaces. "My new bathing suit." And twinkly eyes and 
that smirky grin. "want me to model it?"

"Oh, yeah."

I thought that her dropping clothes to complete nudity 
was pretty good. Helping her into that bikini was even 
better. It wasn't impossibly small and slutty. Actually, 
on the scale of swimwear, it was actually rather chaste, 
if you're thinking about, say, the Sports Illustrated 
Swimsuit Issue, but this was on my Cindy, and the effect 
was breathtaking.

"What'd'ya think?" She twirled. Funny how sometimes a 
little bit of cover enhances the sexuality. Like she 
needed enhancement.

"I'm just glad you didn't show up at the pool like that 
the first time I met you. They'd have me in jail for 
baby-raping... An' girls in suits like that don't talk 
about space shuttles..."

She giggled and came to sit on my lap, straddling me, 
her arms wrapped around my neck. And we kissed. She 
whispered, "How come you have all these clothes on?"

Five o'clock, we were out the door. I swear my knees 
were wobbling. Cindy was glowing. And smiling. We picked 
a good restaurant together for dinner. She was becoming 
more poised, familiar with etiquette and manners, and I 
worried not a bit about taking her to "nice" 
restaurants. Not anymore.

Our tickets to the concert were centered on the stage, a 
dozen rows back, perfect, and we shared the soaring 
strains of great music together, feeding our spirits. As 
we walked through the lobby afterward, I couldn't help 
but notice that more than one head turned as we passed. 
I like to think it was because of the striking image of 
this young beauty, perfect young face, red hair sleek, 
shiny, set off against the dark pine green of her 
sweater.

Nearing midnight, we were in bed in each other's arms. I 
still detected the wisps of her perfume (yes, THAT 
perfume) intertwined with the musk of a sexually sated 
young girl. I breathed deeply. Her face was near my ear 
as week eased into sleep. I heard a whisper. "Dan, I 
love you. We need more music like that..."


-= Chapter Eleven =-

Sunday morning. I woke up to a motion in the bed, it 
slowly dawning on me where I was. And the wet tugging at 
my groin reminded me who I was with. I extended a hand 
and stroked the sleek, sassy red hair.

"Mmmmm," and then a pop as her lips came off my dick. 
"good mornin' baby..."

"Oh, gosh, Cindy," I said. "Any morning that starts off 
with YOU, is a great morning."

Suck. "Do I make a good alarm clock?"

"You are so BAD!"

"An' this thing is MADE for me to suck..." She breathed. 
"among other things." Giggle. "It's hard." She moved up 
and straddled me, sliding over me with familiarity. "Sit 
up," she ordered.

I sat up, taking care to keep her impaled on my hard 
member. We were now sitting in the middle of a mess of 
covers, twined together, mated. She reached her hands 
down and tugged the hem of her nightshirt, stripping it 
over her head and tossing it aside.

"You do it too," she commanded. "I need to feel your 
skin."

I complied. She re-established herself pressed against 
my chest. I could feel her nipples like pencil erasers 
pressing into my own breasts. Her hips were moving, 
circles, little bounces.

"It's, like, right there."

What's right where?" I asked.

"My clitty. It's right where your dick sticks out of 
you." She wiggled, biting her bottom lip. "Yeah. Right 
there." More wiggles. "I like this. A lot." Her eyes 
were happy and bright. We were coupled, mated, and she 
was unashamed, uninhibited with our sharing. More 
wiggles. "I'm gonna come like this."

"Me too." We wrapped together, rocking, me thrusting in 
a limited motion, her hips screwing downward, driving me 
into her. Minutes passed. Her eyes closed tightly and 
her breathing changed to sharp snorts. I slid my hands 
down the curve of her back, resting just above her 
mobile ass.

"I'm coming, baby. I can't hold it any longer." I thrust 
up hard, trying to get my dick as deep into her as I 
could before releasing. My first spurt triggered her. We 
melded, simultaneously consumed in orgasms. And stayed 
that way, snug together, almost a single unit. I could 
feel the combined wetness of our orgasms slowly flow 
from her down over my pubic mound and balls. And we sat 
there.

She finally sighed. "Dan, don't ya know? This is, like, 
perfect. I mean, US. We're perfect together."

"I believe so, Cindy. I know it."

"Yeah," she said dreamily. "Perfect. And hungry."

"So... breakfast, then come back and load up, or load up 
now and go to breakfast?"

She pulled back a few inches. I gazed, enraptured by 
those eyes. "Let's load up! Then Denny's!"

"My sweetie is HUNGRY!"

She hugged into me again and her teeth fastened on my 
ear, sending chills over my entire body, and the little 
minx KNEW it. Giggled at my shudder. "Yeah," she 
giggled. "For pancakes THIS time!" I popped her on her 
ass with my palm, eliciting a squeal. We broke apart. 
Her nostrils flared. "Oh, babe, I think we need one of 
those post-sex showers before we go downstairs..."

"Yeah. A good one. 'Cuz tonight we're back to those one 
at a time showers in the trailer."

"You're right," she said.

"But we can do this hotel thing again. Heaven knows I'm 
makin' enough money to afford it."

Fifteen minutes later the two of us possessed the 
cleanest genitalia in the state. I took advantage of her 
drying her hair to do an uncharacteristic morning shave. 
Then we started dressing, she choosing loose-fitting 
cotton shorts and a simple light blue cotton blouse, I 
in khaki cargo shorts and a short-sleeved rugby shirt. I 
was pulling my trousers up when she said, "Nuh-uh. Come 
here."

I stepped over towards her and she grabbed the loose 
waistband of my shorts and pulled me towards her. She 
was sitting on the edge of the bed. She released her 
grip on my shorts and looked up at me grinning 
lasciviously as she fished my dick free of my underwear. 
"One more for the road," she giggled. And lavished a 
wet, lingering suck on me. Then giggled. "I need more 
practice puttin' this thing away when it's hard..."

"Thank you," I grinned as I jiggled to pull up my cargo 
shorts and snapped them and fastened my belt.

We packed up our overnight bags, checked the room 
carefully for anything missed earlier, then each with an 
overnight bag slung over a shoulder and two hands full 
of shopping bags, we exited. Walking out of the room, 
down the elevator, and past the cheery clerk at the 
front desk, I wondered, hoped, that nobody would tie 
this forty-year old guy and young teen girl with the 
sticky spots left in the middle of that bed.

Twenty minutes later we were seated in a booth at 
Denny's, I on one side, she, chastely and smiling 
sweetly, on the other, waiting on pancakes. And a glass 
of milk. And coffee, as in, "Dan, I've drank it before. 
You drink it. Why can't I?" Post-breakfast, that put us 
back into the park at ten. Of course, we stopped at the 
front office to show Helen the Saturday acquisitions.

"You DO look good in good clothes, honey," Helen told 
her.

"Thank you, Mizz Helen," replied Cindy.

I looked at Helen. "And did you and the judge have 
another date last night? Hmmm?"

"Yes, we did," Helen smiled. "And Friday night, too."

"Hey, if this is getting serious, I might need to meet 
him. You know, make sure he's suitable..."

"Oh, get away..." she laughed.

Then a thought crossed my mind. A dark thought. "Uh, 
Helen..." I said, "This is the judge that signed the 
court order makin' you Cindy's guardian, right?"

"Yeah."

"Has he, like, asked about her? Like why she's not 
around?"

"You know, Dan, if I thought that was a problem, I'd've 
not gone out with him. Judge's one a'us. I tol' him what 
was goin' on. An' he's the one who said I should be the 
guardian so when little darlin' there (and Cindy smiled 
sweetly) turns sixteen, I can get him to sign off on you 
marryin' her. "

"So the judge knows."

"Yeah. But you don't know the judge. Like you don't know 
that him an' my Herb were classmates in school?"

"How could I know that?"

"You couldn't, just like you couldn't know that me an' 
the judge's wife were the same age, either."

"Whaaat?" I was mildly stunned.

"Yep. Judge knows about older guys and younger girls. 
An' he grilled me pretty hard about you. And cutie 
there. " Another one of those smiles from the cutie in 
question. "An' the judge, he's eighty-something, but 
he's hardy stuff, an' ain't goin' nowhere, and you know, 
just maybe he an' I ..."

I smiled. "Good for you, Helen."

"Yeah, it's good for me," she said. "I like the old 
goat. But YOU don't worry. Okay?"

"Okay." I turned to Cindy. "Come on, babe," I said. 
"Let's go put your stuff up."

"Oh, by the way," said Helen. "You might want to go 
through her old trailer, make sure you don't want 
nothing out of it. I got a buyer, as is, where is, an' 
it's gone by Friday."

"We can go look," Cindy said. "But there's nothing in 
there that I need. Dan gives me everything." She smiled.

"Yeah," laughed Helen, "I guess he does." And there were 
TWO wicked smiles.

Back at the trailer, I rearranged stuff in the storage 
closets so that Cindy had more room. Girls take up room. 
Lots of room. But you know? They're worth it.

As I was shuffling the closets and she was hauling in 
the loot, she said, "Wanna microwave somethin' for 
lunch?"

"Either that or we run up to the catfish joint."

"You know," I said, "fried catfish sounds good right 
now. Microwave something for dinner?"

"I can do that."

Hour and half, we're back. "Pool?" she said, looking at 
me.

"Yeah, but wear your old suit."

"Why?"

"Because if you wear that bikini, every male in the 
place is gonna follow you with his eyes everywhere you 
go, including back in this trailer with me. Save the 
bikini for tomorrow when we don't have weekenders."

"Okay," she said, a little dejectedly.

We walked from the trailer to the pool, her with a beach 
bag with our towels, joining several of the weekenders. 
There were two couples, a pre-teen girl and slightly 
younger boy, and a couple of teens, a boy and a girl. 
Cindy sat the bag down on one of the lounges and slid 
into the deep end of the pool. The teen boy was already 
headed her way, all but leaving a trail of drool behind 
him.

I nodded greetings to the adults and slid into the deep 
end myself. I didn't mix with the kids. I did a lazy 
crawl back and forth for a few laps, then climbed out of 
the pool , passed a towel over my head to get the water 
out of my eyes, then lay back on a lounge. Out of the 
corner of my eye, I saw our young teen stud chatting up 
my future bride. He was trying, anyway. Cindy was 
talking to the girl, apparently his sister, more, and 
laughing and calling to the two younger children in the 
pool.

I chatted with the parents of both sets of kids, how 
they liked coming down here for a weekend while it was 
still warm enough, how it was a two hour drive, how one 
of them had a car dealership in a small town and the 
other was a manager at a paper mill. When that one found 
out I was an engineer, conversation wandered around to 
jobs and where I'd worked and we found we had some 
commonality of acquaintances.

Cindy finally climbed out of the pool. She was absently 
toweling off her hair when car dealer guy said, "Man, I 
think my boy is interested in HER."

"Yeah," I said. "Unfortunately any straight male with a 
pulse is interested in her. I have to chaperone."

"Doesn't she live in that trailer 'way over there in the 
corner?" he asked.

"Used to. She's the manager's foster daughter now."

"Oh," he said.

"MISTER Dan," Cindy piped in, "Stop talking' about me 
like I'm not here!"

"Oh, sorry, Cindy..."

She smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Mr. Dan," she cooed. 
Then to car dealer guy, "Mr. Dan thinks I have to be 
watched all the time. He's so protective. But he does 
serve a function. Engineers make good math tutors."

Car dealer guy said "Yeah, me, I just have to plug 
numbers into a form these days. Ain't like it used to 
be."

Cindy's tinkling laughter. "Oh, here we go. "I walked to 
school in the snow. Up hill both ways."

Car dealer guy's wife weighed in, "Don't let 'em get to 
you, hon. Back when they took math there weren't as many 
numbers." That got general laughter. And drooling teen 
boy was now standing, dripping, trying to get any sort 
of notice from Cindy.

Cindy noticed, alright. "Steve, you're dripping on 
me..." she said icily.

"Uh... sorry."

She turned to me. "Dan, I need you to go over those 
problems I have to turn in tomorrow. My books are in the 
office, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah..." I stood, picking up my towel. "Go 
change. I don't want buttprints all over my furniture." 
I nodded to the group. "Duty calls."

We walked out of earshot together. "Well, what's the 
deal with young Studly there?"

Giggle. "If he was an adult he'd have his shirt 
unbuttoned and wear a rolex an' a big gold chain around 
his neck. And a bad comb-over."

"That bad?"

"Yeah. At least he didn't offer me weed."

Arriving at the trailer, we had the office between us 
and the pool, so they couldn't see that Cindy waltzed 
right in with me. She clicked the lock behind us. And 
slapped me on the ass. "Buttprints all over?!?? I'll put 
a buttprint on your FACE!"

"Oh, please, lady... what do I have to do to get that?"

"Cindy's Dan is an ass," she laughed.

We did actually open the books, just to review, but it 
was like Einstein doing his multiplication tables. A 
trip to the pool meant the showers were short. All I had 
to do was rinse and shave, and Cindy washed her hair and 
dried it as I brushed it out for her. As promised, we 
did TV dinners. And TV and two computers.

I pointed her to a couple of sites that talked about 
advanced placement courses. She looked. "Dan, this 
stuff's interesting."

"Baby, it's like you've been walking on the lawn and you 
decide to take off through the woods. It's gonna be more 
work. But if you're into engineering or any of the other 
science fields, you're going to get to this stuff 
eventually."

"You'll be around to push an' pull, though."

I leaned over and kissed her. "Yes I will. But don't 
worry about this stuff tonight. We'll find all that 
stuff out Tuesday."

I listened to the sounds of two RV's leaving the park. 
Two of them. We were alone again. "Babe, do you need to 
see if there's anything you want out of your old 
trailer? Books? Pictures? Keepsakes?"

"No, babe," she said. "When I left, there wasn't 
anything there. Didn't have much room. You seem to think 
that Mom was one a'them moms' that kept baby books an' 
stuff. Never happened. Old toys? No room in the trailer. 
Pictures? Not of me."

Note to self. Pictures of Cindy. Just Cindy. And Cindy 
and me. The two of us. I told her so. That got a squeal 
and a hug. And kisses. "I'll see about an appointment," 
I said.

We watched the news. She wanted to discuss a couple of 
stories. We did. I encouraged her to look on the 
internet for other slants on the same story. "Remember, 
baby," I said, "they present a lot of stories like 
they're all just black and white, but that's not usually 
the case. Often there's gray areas."

"You mean, like laws that are supposed to protect young 
girls from old men?"

"Exactly. Both sides of the argument trot out the most 
extreme case to show their point."

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "We're, like, the BEST case."

"Pretty much. But the law is built around the very worst 
case. And here we are."

"Yeah. Sucks."

"Uh, yeah."

"Dan," she said, serious face on, "What you an' me are 
doin'? Do you think it's wrong?"

"Not in my heart. I fully intend to be your husband for 
the rest of my life. And your partner. And whatever it 
takes for you to reach whatever goals you set."

"But laws..."

"I know, sweetie, but here's the deal. The law is about 
sex. And sex with you is the most wonderful I've ever 
experienced. Until you, I couldn't even imagine it that 
good, but even without the sex, I still love you and 
care for you and want you to have the best chance to see 
your potential." I looked at her. "Seriously, though, 
you're in total control here. You could make one phone 
call and they'd haul me off in handcuffs and I wouldn't 
see the light of day for twenty years. So if you're 
having second thoughts..."

"Are you kiddin' me, Dan? If I stayed with Mom, who 
knows? I could be in Vegas, bein' some guy's pet, an' I 
bet he wouldn't be carin' about me an' him takin' 
pictures that I want to hang on MY wall. Or what? Little 
Studly at the pool? Or one a'those guys to go with those 
bimbos at the mall? Hah! You treat me like I'm more than 
a body. You make me WANT to be smart. Smarter. Like 
smart is important, not what color my hair is or how big 
my tits are. You know, you put all that bein' smart 
stuff ahead of everything. You act like you don't care 
if we ever have sex, or make love, or whatever..." she 
sighed. "An' THAT makes me want to be with you all the 
more."

I let her slide into my lap.

"You know, in the last few weeks, I went to the library 
for the first time. I flew in an airplane. Heck, I FLEW 
the airplane. And a real live concert that didn't have 
beer on tap. Yeah, I am sooooo molested. Nope, Dan, I'll 
never leave you. "

"Okay, Cindy princess. Just tell me every now and then."

"When you see me smile, babe, I'm tellin' you. When I 
slide into bed beside you, I'm tellin' you. An; when I 
come home every day, I'm tellin' you. And I'll say it. 
You know, I'd ... wait! You got me this chain..." She 
fingered the delicate gold chain around her neck. She 
looked at me. "Dan," she said, "I've never asked you for 
anything, have I?"

I thought back. You know, she hadn't. The closest thing 
to asking for something is to pick what's for supper. 
"No, baby, you never have."

"Then Dan, this is the first time I ever asked you for 
something."

"What'd'ya want, baby?"

"I want a ring. An engagement ring. I can tell people 
it's a friendship ring. It shouldn't have a diamond. 
Maybe engraved. But gold. And you'll know and I'll know 
what it is." She showed me a picture she'd printed off 
the internet. "Like this!"

"You got it, cutie," I said. "Saturday we're going 
shopping for a ring." I kissed her. "And please," I 
said, "stop scaring me like this."

"I'm sorry, baby," she said, "this has been a bad week. 
Mom left. Period. All that. And topped it all off by 
getting hit on by Studly."

"Yeah, Studly's dad thought you were hot, too. I thought 
I was gonna have to get my gun."

"You have a real gun? In this trailer?"

"Four of 'em actually."

"Uh, you didn't tell me that."

"You didn't ask. You also didn't ask if I had a pair of 
pliers, a kitchen knife, a hacksaw or a screwdriver. 
Guns are tools."

"But a GUN? Why?"

"I have things to protect. Me. My property. And now, my 
Cindy."

"Where?"

"Where what?"

"Where are they at?"

I reached into the space beside the sofa and pulled out 
a pistol. "One," I said. Rear of top shelf of Cindy's 
closet. Shotgun. "Two." Inside my closet. AR-15 rifle. 
"Three". Nightstand by our bed. Another pistol. "Four".

"Wow. Are they loaded?"

"Of course they're loaded. An unloaded gun is an 
expensive, high-tech stick."

"You know how to shoot?"

"I guess. I was an engineer lieutenant in the army for 
four years."

"Oh, yeah, I remember you tellin' me that."

"Do guns scare you?"

"I don't know anything about them. I guess not."

"I will be glad to teach you. If you want."

"Don't you think I better learn? I mean, if they're 
like, HERE?"

"No, I think you better learn if you think you might use 
one to protect yourself or others. Those guns have never 
jumped out of the drawer and gone out looking for 
trouble. They haven't attacked you as many times as 
you've been here."

"I think you should teach me. Guns too." She smirked.

"Then I need to find out about a range around here. I'll 
ask around tomorrow. Mizz Helen might even know."

"You'd protect me. You WANT to protect me."

"Of course. That's being civilized."

"But what about that whole violence thing? Guns an' 
violence?"

"My guns aren't violent. I'm civilized. I am responsible 
for my safety and the safety of my family. That'd be 
you. And vice versa."

"Wow. Guns. Uh, Dan, any other surprises?"

Waaaaiiiiitttt! This is freakin' ALABAMA! Guns shouldn't 
be a surprise."

"Not at Mom's. Not that I knew of. Maybe we better go 
look tomorrow, though."

"Okay. Enough of that. Next subject? Are you nervous 
about Tuesday?"

"Nah... I think that even if I don't get that good of 
scores, I am still makin' straight A's anyway."

"Good point! But if I had to bet..."

"Bet what?"

"Bet that you didn't do that well... I think that if you 
did your best and paid attention, you're on your way..."

She smiled. "You know, there's been a lot of adventure 
in my life since we met."

"Just remember that when the adventure wears off, the 
hard work is still there, babe. At least in school. And 
work. But me an' you? Every day I live with you is a 
happy adventure."

"You're sweet, Dan. You didn't have to say that. But you 
did."

"Just because it's true, is all..."

It's just now good 'n' dark. Are you up for another 
little adventure?"

"Dark? Adventure? You got me now."

She smiled. "Remember that place we went to by that 
lake? We drove right up to the edge?"

"Yeah," I said. I remembered the place. Took a country 
road and a short logging trail, but it was pretty.

"You wanna drive over there an' look at the stars?"

"Sure!" Twenty minutes up the road. "Get some clothes 
on. Birthday suits don't count."

I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt and slipped on some 
comfy loafers in the time it took her to do shorts and a 
blouse. We were out the door in the dark. Twenty minutes 
later I turned off the engine. We got out of the truck, 
I with a blanket under my arm.

"Just look at the sky, Dan..." She turned her face 
heavenward, its features illuminated by moonlight, and 
becoming more visible to me as my own eyes adjusted to 
the darkness. She turned to me. "Spread that blanket in 
the bed of the ruck so we can lay down an' look up."

I dropped the tailgate of the truck and spread the 
blanket as directed and we crawled into the bed of the 
truck. The blanket did little to soften the steel 
underneath us, but it was comfortable enough to lay on. 
Any more strenuous activity, though, was out of the 
question. The autumn air was comfortably cool, moist, 
like velvet. Cindy was lying beside me, and her hand 
found mine and she intertwined our fingers.

"It's magnificent," she said. "we can't see this many 
stars at the park. Too much light. But here..."

"It is majestic, yes, baby..."

"D'ya think Beethoven was thinkin' stars when he wrote 
some of that music?"

"I dunno. I see a sky like this and I wish I could put 
the emotions to music, don't you?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean. " She sighed. "See, Dan, 
you've given me the stars."

"I know, sweetness. I've seen them in your eyes..."

That statement of fact got Cindy up on one elbow to kiss 
me. "Ouch!" she muttered. "Truck bed's too hard!"

I dragged her on top of me. Kissed her. "Roll over on 
your back," I said. "and scoot down a little." She 
complied. I held her in my arms, my chin on the top of 
her star-lit head.

"I feel you breathe," she said.

"And every breath brings me your sweetness, baby. 
Mmmmm...."

She wiggled a bit and settled in my arms. Sometimes 
communication is communion and words are wasted. Like 
now. The spell finally broke. It took a meteor streaking 
across the night sky.

"I made a wish," she said.

"Me too." I gave her a squeeze. "Hah! Looks like I got 
mine..."

"If you're still holdin' me like this in twenty years, 
I'll have twenty years of mine..." she rolled over and 
kissed me. "Let's go home."

"Okay, baby."

We got up, I folded the blanket, put it back in the back 
section of the crew cab, and twenty minutes later we 
were walking in our door. The clothes came off and Cindy 
was kneeling in the middle of our bed. Naked. Smiling. 
And how could I refuse that?


-= Chapter Twelve =-

Monday. I'm not a Monday-phobe, but when the alarm went 
off I was immediately plastered with a t-shirt-clad 
Cindy. Kisses. And she started to slide down in the bed. 
Nothing but the most sterling amount of dedication kept 
me from just calling in sick. "No, baby."

"Awww, just little bit? An' you can do me?"

"Okay. Just a little bit."

We had our little bit. Got going five minutes late, 
purposefully moving around the trailer, two cereal 
bowls, the coffee going, clothes, faces washed, her hair 
beautifully brushed. TV on to catch the morning news and 
weather. At seven I was out the door headed to work and 
Cindy was ten minutes from getting on the bus to school.

I hummed through the day, invoices, change orders, field 
sketches, pointing out things to the construction crew I 
dealt with. It wasn't even hard. It's what I had been 
doing for years and I was good at it. That's why I was 
here. But four o'clock couldn't come fast enough for me. 
I didn't need to lose myself in work anymore. I had a 
life. A five foot three inch, redheaded, green-eyed, 
freckled life. I didn't hang around after four.

I guess Cindy and Helen were watching for me when I 
turned my truck into the park, because Cindy waved me to 
the office.

I walked in. Cindy was leaning halfway across the 
counter, her arms folded under her, a position that 
accentuated a pair of small, but very much delectable 
breasts. "I was just tellin' Mizz Helen about our 
weekend."

Helen smiled. "Sounds like you're giving her the world."

"Nah," I answered, "I'm just showin' her parts of it. 
She decides what she wants to get and how to work for 
it."

"She said you're buying her a ring?"

I looked Helen, then at Cindy. Cindy smiled. "I want to. 
She wants one. We decided that it won't LOOK like an 
engagement ring."

"But it is," said Cindy.

"Sweet girl,"said Helen. "Take care of her, Dan..."

"It's my life's goal now. Not to change the subject, but 
we're still doing nine o'clock at the school?"

"Uh-huh," answered Helen. "I may even put on a dress."

"What? And ruin my image of you?"

"Hah! You ought to see me dressed up to go out with the 
judge. Maybe we can double date some time."

"Nuh-uh," I said. "I ain't rubbin' his nose in this."

"Ain't like that, Dan. He's interested. Wants to make 
sure things are good between you and Cindy..."

"They're good!" chirped Cindy. "Real good." And the 
little thing looked at me with a wink that would have 
been an exaggeration in a Vaudeville act.

"Okay, you," I said. "D'ya have homework?"

"Of course. About twenty minutes worth. Let's do some 
laps at the pool."

"Okay, Helen, I guess I'll see you at school in the 
morning, then. Let me go drown this girl."

And we went to the trailer, swapped street clothes for 
bathing suits. I had the same old trunks I've worn for 
two years. Cindy looked like something off a magazine 
cover in her new bikini. I swallowed. I extended a towel 
to her. "Wrap this around you while we walk to the 
pool," I said.

"But, Dan, you've seen more than this."

"Yeah, I have. But nobody else has. Humor me. For a 
little while, at least."

"Okay," she said. We walked to the pool. She shed the 
towel as soon as we were inside the fenced enclosure. 
And she was in the water.

I went in with her. We did a few laps. I'd coached her 
into a pretty decent crawl stroke, and she cut the water 
alongside me for fifteen minutes of swimming, then we 
were both hung in the water on the deep end of the pool, 
cooling. I felt her sidle against me, her hip bumping 
mine.

She took a deep, cleansing breath. "That's a good 
exercise, huh?"

"Yeah. We need something to get rid of all the fried 
catfish."

Giggles. "Well, we do other exercises, too, you know. We 
get quite aerobic, don'tcha know..."

"You're an evil, lusty little girl. I may just have to 
keep you so you won't get in trouble."

Her laughter tinkled in my ears. "I'm already in 
trouble. I let myself fall in love with some ol' guy an' 
sometimes I love him so much I can't see straight."

It's a good thing we had the park to ourselves, because 
I couldn't stop myself from kissing her. And the kiss 
got me a squeeze on the bulge in my trunks.

"Come on! Let's get out. We have to figure out supper."

We were toweling off beside the pool. "Let's make Monday 
a salad day."

"Salad?"

"Yeah, you know... green stuff. Like they serve before 
your fried catfish platter?"

"oh, yeah... salad. That's a twenty mile drive."

"What else are you gonna do?"

"Take you to supper, get your homework done, watch TV, 
and then go make love to the most remarkable woman I've 
ever met."

Smirk. "She sounds great! When am I gonna meet her?"

"Where'd you learn to be such a butt?" I laughed.

Walking past the office, we caught Helen locking up. I 
waved. Cindy unwrapped her towel to show Helen her new 
bathing suit. My cellphone was ringing when I walked in 
the trailer. Helen.

"Yes ma'am," I answered.

"Lord, Dan, don't let her wear that thing on weekends. 
You're gonna have to pack a gun."

"Tell me about it. The one-piece was bad enough. I may 
just have to make her wear a gunny sack."

"You just make sure you watch her. I don't think SHE'd 
do anything. But half the population is male..."

"Yeah, I know."

"Okay, seeya tomorrow. Nine."

"Yes'm. Bye."

"What was THAT about? Me?"

"Yeah. You an' your bikini. Mizz Helen said the same 
thing I did. I need to watch you."

She wrapped me up in a hug. "You can watch me naked. I'm 
takin' a shower."

Just under half an hour later I was feeling civilized, 
freshly shaved, and Cindy was charming simplicity,face 
glowing, hair perfectly combed and shining, Jeans and a 
simple cotton blouse. We left to chase the elusive south 
Alabama salad.

On a tip from one of the secretaries at the project, I 
headed to a medium-sized town fifteen miles away where 
there was a little restaurant run by two elderly ladies 
who struggled to make a living providing a genteel 
setting and food that didn't involve vats of boiling 
oil. They cooed over the image that my Cindy presented. 
There were two other couples in the place, and we got 
royal treatment. And the place actually had some good-
looking vegetable dishes. We had our salads. With a nice 
vinaigrette, thank you. And steamed asparagus with fresh 
hollandaise. And Portobello mushrooms stuffed with rice 
pilaf.

We left with promises to return.

Back to the trailer. Homework. Took longer to write the 
answers than find them again. And we talked about where 
you could go with the math and science she was studying. 
I didn't need to talk to her about English. She was 
blossoming in language skills in our daily 
conversations. After homework, the stereo came on, not 
the TV. And books came out. We passed an hour at 
opposite ends of the sofa, our legs tangled in the 
middle, reading.

Until bedtime. Pre-Cindy, I was usually in bed at ten 
and asleep by ten-thirty. With Cindy, WE were in bed by 
nine-thirty, and worn out by ten-thirty. I used to take 
a sleeping aid. Cindy's enthusiastic body WAS a sleeping 
aid. Just like tonight, when we sixty-nined each other 
to orgasm, then cuddled into blissful slumber to the 
soaring strains of the masters.

Tuesday mornings weren't much different from Mondays. 
The routine was the same. Right down to the kiss before 
I left.

I just puttered around the project when I got there, 
knowing better then to get too involved in anything that 
I couldn't interrupt. At eight-thirty I was out the gate 
headed for Cindy's middle school. At least it was 
Alabama and a big pickup truck wasn't too out of place 
in the parking spaces. I walked into the unfamiliar 
surrounds of the middle school in my standard work 
outfit: safety shoes, canvas cargo pants, a denim shirt, 
and a pocket protector full of pens and pencils. Hey, 
what do you expect. I'm an engineer!

I announced my intentions and signed in, and in a few 
minutes I was summoned by a member of the school's 
administrative staff. I followed her to the counsellor's 
office. Entering, I smiled at Helen and Cindy and 
introduced myself to the counselor, a guy, about my age, 
stocky, a little shorter than me. Haircut was just a 
little bit on the civilian side of whitewall. I looked 
on his wall for the expected evidence. Yep! There it is. 
Honorable discharge for a Marine first lieutenant. And a 
framed picture of a younger version of him with a flight 
suit, standing next to a Harrier. I shook his hand. He 
pointed me into a chair next to Cindy.

"I was just telling Mizz Helen (why was she Mizz Helen 
to everybody?) that we got Cindy's test scores back." He 
started his spiel. "First, we want to say that Cindy is 
a whole lot different student than she was the last two 
years. Last year she was a, let's see..." He flipped up 
a page on the stack on his desk, "oh, a C student. So 
far this year, it's all A's. We're very happy. And as 
you know, all our students took a screening test on the 
second day of class (I didn't know that) and based on 
THAT score, we selected her to take these tests. Mizz 
Helen... Dan... Cindy's in the wrong classes." He looked 
at me. "You're smiling."

"Yessir," I said, "you see, Mizz Helen asked me if I'd 
tutor Cindy at the beginning of school. Sort of help her 
with her homework. She doesn't need help with homework."

"How so?" he asked.

"Math. She brought home a lesson on squares and square 
roots. I'm an electrical engineer, so I thought I'd give 
her something to chew on. I asked her to do me a square 
root of a negative number. She gets it. I know degreed 
engineers who don't get that. Do you know trig? Polar to 
Cartesian conversions? I use 'em at work. I showed her 
ONCE."

He smiled. "Yeah, that's what I thought after talking to 
her teachers."

Helen interrupted. "So you're sayin' that Cindy's 
smart?"

We both spoke at the same time, "Yes."

"So what's the bottom line," I asked. "What kind of 
programs do you have for her here?"

"Folks," he said, "we're just a rural Alabama school 
system. We don't have much. I suppose we could talk 
about moving her up a couple of grades, but I personally 
don't care for that. I can offer it, though, for ya'll 
to talk about." He directed his eyes to Cindy. "Little 
lady," he said, "d'you have any idea what you want to 
be?"

Cindy smiled and looked at me and then at him. "An 
engineer. An ELECTRICAL engineer."

He looked at Helen. Helen said, "Well, Dan's probably 
the first guy she ever knew that had a job that didn't 
involve a chainsaw or a tractor."

He looked back at Cindy. "Little lady, that's a big bite 
to chew on. But I just think you can do it." He paused. 
"Dan... Mizz Helen... Ya'll think about that movin' up 
thing. Trouble is, she'd be stickin' out like a sore 
thumb in high school, and you know that high school is 
more than just what happens in the classrooms. Besides, 
if she's in the top percent here, she's going to be in 
the top percent there, too. And outrunning THOSE 
teachers. So I'm gonna look at some programs you might 
be able to do at home, and get you some information. 
Ya'll got internet, I'm guessing?"

"Yessir," chirped Cindy.

"Some of these programs are web-based. I wish I could 
say I knew all about them, but I don't get a chance to 
deal with kids like Cindy very often. Any of you got any 
questions?"

Mizz Helen is the one who surprised me. "Mr. Hardesty," 
she asked, "since she's keepin' up so well in class, can 
we, like, be a little more flexible with her schedule. 
Say, if I wanted to take her out for a few days or a 
week?"

"Mizz Helen, she's NOT keeping up. She's so far ahead 
that she's lookin' back. I got a math teacher that 
trembles when Cindy walks into the room." He nodded 
toward me. "Dan, you shouldn't have told her about great 
circles and rhumb lines. Middle school math teachers 
don't generally understand those things."

I laughed. "I'm surpised that jarhead pilots know those 
things either."

Hardesty smiled wryly. "Ex-military?"

"Yeah," I said. "Army. Combat engineers."

"Figures," He snorted. "Here's my card. Call me sometime 
an' we'll get together an tell lies to each other."

I took his card. "You know, I'll just do that!"

Helen snorted, "Well if you two get finished with your 
secret handshakes an' stuff..."

"Awww, Mizz Helen, you know how I am..."

"Yeah," she said. "Tell your momma I said 'hi', y'hear?"

"I sure will." He opened the door to let us out.

As Cindy, Helen and I walked up the hall to the front 
office, I told Cindy, "Now don't let your head swell. 
You're still polite and decent to the others. An' 
teachers. Okay?"

"Yes Mr. Dan." Public. I was "Mr. Dan." We left her at 
the office so she could return to class.

I walked Helen back to her mini-van. She looked at me. 
"none a'that surprised you at all, did it?"

"Nope. Pretty much what I expected. Except I think we'll 
get more help from Hardesty than from some college girl 
who's never been in the real world. You know him?"

"Yeah," Helen said. "Me an' his momma were a couple 
a'years apart in school. She married my cousin.

"Figures," I laughed.

"So what're you gonna do about Cindy? About school, I 
mean?"

"I'm going to try and walk a delicate line, push her 
here and there, let her run with some stuff, guide her a 
little, and let's see what happens. I'm interested in 
what Hardesty comes up with, though."

I drove back to work and finished my day out. Stopped by 
the office trailer and stuck my head in the door. Told 
the secretary how much we enjoyed the restaurant. And 
then I went home.

Cindy was in the office again. I walked in. She was 
sitting in a chair, her feet propped up, smiling, a cola 
can in her hand. "So whatcha think?"

"I'm not a bit surprised, if that's what you mean," I 
said. "And what DID you ask your math teacher?"

Sweet smile. It covered up an impish mind. "told her I 
was confused about the difference between a great circle 
route an' a rhumb line route on a long trip, an' could 
she explain it to me."

"Uh...baby..."

"Welllll, she SAID she wanted us to be interested in 
math an' ask 'er stuff."

"But you already KNEW the answer, right? We talked about 
that."

"Yeah, I know... I won't do that again. Not to her."

"Look, babe, you're starting on a long journey, and 
you're going to need help from a lot of different people 
for a lot of different things, and if you start jerking 
them around and embarrassing them, well, they'll just 
pull their heads in and let you go try on your own." The 
glum expression. Not one I saw often on her. Especially 
not lately. "You're a sweet girl. We all know that. But 
you're also a very intelligent girl. And your teachers 
should just about applaud when you show up because 
you're a joy to deal with, not start duckin' an' runnin' 
because you're gonna beat'em up with that brain of 
yours. So let's not do that."

"I'm sorry." She looked at me with those green eyes. "I 
am." She batted those long eyelashes.

I melted. Helen laughed. "Heck of a speech there, Dan," 
she said. "By the way," she said, "You wanna meet the 
judge for dinner Friday evening?"

I looked at Cindy. "You up for the big time, babe?"

"Certainly. You're gonna be there to protect me, right?"

I turned to Helen. "Put us down for a 'yes', then. A 
judge, huh? I'll try not to drag my knuckles in the 
dirt."

"Smartass, " shot Helen. "You two go home an' let me 
close up. Ain't nobody here that I need to be concerned 
with." She was right. The park was empty.

As I was driving my truck the short distance to the 
trailer, Cindy said, "Dan, I think I wanna go through 
Mom's old trailer. Just one more time. Okay?"

"Sure, cutie. Let's get your key."

We retrieved her key from inside our trailer and drove 
across the park. At least Helen had left the air 
conditioning on so the place didn't smell too stale. 
Still, it reeked of old cigarettes. Cindy didn't even 
look in her tiny area at one end of the trailer. "I got 
all my stuff when I left," she said.

We went through the cabinets. Helen had taken all the 
food out. The canned goods when to the nearby church to 
help the needy. So did every useful bit of bed linens 
and other items. There was a large cardboard box filled 
with junk. The corner of a scrapbook showed on one side. 
I pulled it loose. Baby pictures. "I thought you didn't 
have any pictures, babe," I said.

"I didn't," she retorted.

"Look." We did. Together. An infant. A toddler. Then the 
annual school pictures, up until two years ago. "Can we 
keep this?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Just one more thing. Help me lift these mattresses." We 
lifted the mattress on her mom's bed. Dust. Nothing 
else.

"Okay," I told her. "Let's go. We're finished here." We 
locked the door behind us and got in the truck. "You 
okay, baby?"

Her face was tinged with sadness. "You know, Dan, I 
tried to make her happy. To make us a family. I know 
some kids at school who just have a mom an' they didn't 
have to go through what she did or didn't do with me. 
An' she was gettin' worse every week. An' she left so 
fast. A hug an' a kiss an' she said 'You'll be better 
off." Not 'I love you', 'you'll be better off."

Once inside our home, I held her in my arms, and let her 
cry. When she finished, I kissed her gently on both 
cheeks. Both eyes. Said nothing. Waited for her.

"Dan, I love you. That's over. I love you. Forever."

"That's more than I ever dreamed of, baby. I love you 
too. Forever." Then we kissed as if we were mating, 
melding with our mouths and tongues.

Finally a sigh escaped her lips. "Don't sit down," she 
said. "It's buy one, get the second at half price at the 
catfish joint."

"Huhhh, after THAT kiss? I'm, what, like an appetizer?"

She surveyed me with cool green eyes. "Oh, no, guy. The 
catfish is the appetizer. I intend for you to be the 
main course."

"Then we'd better go see about our appetizers, huh?"

In less than five minutes we were buckled in the truck, 
headed up the road.

"Dan, what's all this 'advanced class stuff gonna look 
like?"

"I dunno. I never took one..."

"But you're smart. Didn't they do this stuff to you when 
you were in school?"

"Nuh-uh, babe, when I was your age, schools weren't so 
much into putting kids in groups for special treatment. 
An' Dad, bless his heart, he didn't push, so C's were 
just peachy with him. I got into college, got an ROTC 
scholarship. The Army paid for me an' I paid them back 
with four years of my life."

"So you don't know what I'm gonna be doin'?"

"I have my suspicions. We'll wait an' see what Mr. 
Hardesty comes up with. I'm thinkin' we can get you 
college credits for some stuff you take while you're 
still in high school."

"But I'm in MIDDLE school!"

"Not in the courses I'm thinking you'll get. Don't 
worry. First, you're smart enough to do it, and second, 
I'm here to help you." I chuckled. "You're already a 
long way past most of the people in college anyway. 
They're just going through the motions, and YOU 
understand WHY things are right other than 'that's what 
the professor said". You'll do fine."

"Thank you. You make me feel smart. Instead a' weird."

"Get used to it, Cindy. "Smart" is weird to a lot of 
people." We ordered. Sipped our drinks. Talked.

"This sure isn't Beethoven, huh?"

"What kind of music do YOU expect at a catfish joint in 
Alabama?"

"I know. This is what Mom listened to. Some of it's not 
bad, but most of it is. Bad. Real bad. Like it's made 
out of some weird plastic, to sound like music." Those 
green eyes fixed on me.

"It's not exactly my favorite either, but it's hard to 
get away from it, you know... I generally ignore it."

Our dinners arrived and we laughed and chatted and ate. 
"You know," Cindy said, "I really liked that place we 
ate yesterday..."

"Yeah, me too. I was surprised. Just goes to show that 
you never know what's around the corner."

"Uh-huh," she grinned, "Or right there in the RV 
park..."

"That goes both ways, little girl."

We continued our meal with me listening to her explain 
the reactions of her classmates when she returned from 
the counselor's office today. And the reaction of her 
math teacher when Cindy apologized for putting her on 
the spot. "You know," Cindy said, "I've tried helpin' 
some of the other kids an' it doesn't work..."

"Why?"

"Uh, two things. Miss My Daddy's a Lawyer isn't really 
happy about takin' advice from the poor kid from the RV 
park. An' I just lose patience when they don't get 
somethin' that's so freakin' obvious."

"I understand the first part. All she has to go on is 
her daddy's coat tails. Not her own talents. But the 
second part, well, I had the same problem until I 
figured out that most people don't catch onto stuff 
nearly as fast as I... uh, WE do. But you shouldn't stop 
trying. And you should stop sayin' "freakin'" because 
everybody KNOWS the word you really mean. And you've got 
too good a mind to use words like that. You have an 
actual vocabulary."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry to me. I've heard every word there is, 
and said 'em myself. But YOU, my dear are a young LADY. 
With a brain AND looks, and there's no sense in you 
having a nasty mouth. It's like hearing "Moonlight 
Sonata" with a drum solo."

"Okay. I get it."

I winked at her when she said that, and she giggled. We 
pushed our plates aside. I paid the check and we were in 
the truck headed back. She started punching buttons on 
the sound system. "Where's that one we started the other 
day. Name begins with an "M". An' not Mozart."

"Mendelsohn?"

"Yeah. Oh, you're looking for "Fingal's Cave."

"Yeah, that's the one. I'm starting at the beginning." 
That's what was now pouring out of the speakers. I 
glanced away from the road. Cindy was leaning back, her 
head against the headrest of the seat, eyes closed. 
Smiling.


-= Chapter Thirteen =-

Wednesday I pulled Hardesty's business card out and 
punched the phone number into my cellp hone. Ring. Ring. 
"South End Middle School. Hardesty speaking."

"Jim Hardesty? This is Dan Richards, Cindy's, uh, tutor, 
I guess..."

"Oh, hello, Dan," he said. "I'm sorry I haven't put that 
information together for ya'll yet.."

"Thanks, Jim, but that wasn't why I was calling. Can you 
do me a favor?"

"Sure. I'll try. Whatcha got?"

"Tuesday we said that Cindy's schedule might be 
flexible. Can you see if I can pull her out of school 
Friday? I'm wanting to bring her out to the job and let 
her see a real project in progress."

"Oh. For little Miss I Wanna Be An Engineer? Shouldn't 
be a problem. I'll call you back."

"Thanks, Jim," I said.

"Not a problem, Dan. Hey! I was serious. It's barbecue 
an' beer season. You can come over for supper. Give me a 
call."

"I haven't forgotten. I'll do that. Talk to you later.

Forty-five minutes later I was standing in front of a 
transformer, pointing at a detail for the electrical 
foreman and my cell phone went off. I flipped it open. 
"Hey Jim. Whatcha got?"

Hardesty said, "I checked with Cindy's teachers. They 
sounded relieved that she'll be out on Friday."

"Hey, thanks," I said. "I'll give you a call next week 
about dinner."

"'Kay, bud," He said. My phone clicked. I returned to my 
conversation about the job. The foreman understood what 
we were needing, and I headed back across the plant to 
the trailer that housed my office.

"Hey, Dan," said Sara. She was our 
secretary/administrator/receptionist/gal Friday.

"Hey Sara. I'm bringin' company with me Friday."

"Oh, yeah? Who?"

"Fourteen year old genius named Cindy. Lives at the RV 
park where I stay. Wants to be an engineer."

Laughter. "Yeah. Show her what you do out here. She'll 
change that to ballet!"

I'd already taken care of details like clearing the 
visit with the superintendent and the safety guy, so I 
was on good ground for Cindy's visit. I spent the rest 
of my day at my desk with a red pencil, marking up 
changes and additions to installation drawings. Four 
o'clock, and I was out the door.

Entering the park, I stopped at the front office. As 
usual, Helen was being entertained by Cindy.

"Hello, Helen, hello, little green-eyed girl," I said to 
them. "Cindy, you're gonna hate me."

"Why?"

"'Cuz I called your school today and got you out of 
class Friday so you can go to work with me."

Squeal. Bounce. Hug. And a kiss of the variety one might 
expect between friends when one does the other a favor. 
"Really?"

"Yep," I said. "I already cleared it with safety an' 
with the boss. Let's go get you some work shoes. We can 
eat while we're out."

Helen said, "Dan, you're spoiling her."

"Nah," I said. "It's nice to have a buddy. I just have 
to figure out how I can explain her off when I go to 
visit the Hardesty's next week."

"My counselor?"

"Yeah. Ex-marine."

Helen laughed. "You need to go, Cindy. You'll get to see 
'em gruntin' an' crawlin' in the dirt an' stuff."

"Oh, come on, Helen. I was an engineer an' he was a 
pilot. Neither of us grunt much."

She was chuckling as Cindy and I loaded up in the truck. 
An hour later we were in possession of a sturdy pair of 
girl-sized work shoes, for which I had to tip my hat to 
equality in the workplace. And we were at dinner at one 
of those country diners that always seem to provide 
decent food for cheap. The ride home was conversation 
while she shuffled through my CD selections, then, 
"Nah... We can talk some more."

"I'm just about talked out. You talk."

"Yah remember me talkin' about Miss My Daddy's a 
Lawyer?"

"Yeah. You didn't punch her or somethin'?"

"Oh, no. We're zero tolerance. They'd call Mizz Helen." 
She continued, "But let me tell you... I was finished 
with the math. Took me five minutes to do those problems 
the teacher gave me. So I was reading. And the teacher 
was going around helping kids that were having trouble. 
And she told ME to go help the first row. An' that's 
Miss My Daddy's a Lawyer."

"And you're telling me that you helped her?"

Yeah. And she thanked me."

"Good. You usually have a choice with how to deal with 
people. Sometimes they choose to make it unpleasant, and 
that puts a whole new set of problems in front of you, 
but if THEY don't make that choice, then YOU choose to 
make it as pleasant as possible."

"Yeah. I see you doin' that all the time. Now that I 
know what to look for. And another thing. Nobody's 
making fun of my clothes any more. You an' Mizz Helen 
fixed that for me. Andddd..." She emphasized the "d", "I 
am trying to speak more properly."

I can tell. But remember, language is important to 
people, and if you sound like you're putting on a show 
or trying to show people up, well, that can bring 
difficulties. I'm not saying you have to talk like you 
just fell off a pulpwood truck, but care about the 
people you're speaking with."

"Okay. But thanks for noticing."

"No, thank YOU for trying." And it was these little 
steps that made me think that my Cindy was going to grow 
into a spectacular human being.

We walked into the trailer and went about the evening 
routine of bathing and hair care and shaving and she 
pulled a nightshirt over her head, then turned to me and 
said, you know, we could go to bed early... and we did.

Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, listening to 
soft music.

"You know," she said, "I've been reading some extra 
books for history."

"No, I didn't know that. That's good, though."

"About customs andddd stuff with the pioneers when the 
country was young."

"Yeah?"

"Well, you know, it's funny, but back then if a girl was 
having periods, they thought she was old enough to get 
married, because she was old enough to have babies."

"You need to think about something, though," I said.

"What's that?"

"Girls didn't go through puberty as young as they do 
now."

"Oh. But still, that was one thing. Another thing was 
that people didn't have to go in front of a preacher or 
a judge because sometimes there wasn't one around, so 
they'd just announce they were married in front of their 
friends and neighbors and that was it."

"Uh-huh," I said. "And they'd write the date in the 
family Bible."

"So why can't we do that?"

"Because as soon as I announced I was married to a 
fourteen year old girl, I'd be ol' Bubba's boy toy in an 
Alabama State Prison, and now, Mizz Helen would be in 
trouble too."

"I mean, we can say it to each other. There'll be a real 
wedding when the time comes, right?"

"Yes, so I guess I can say I, Daniel Richards, take you, 
Cynthia Susan Smith, to be my wife, the keeper of my 
love and my soul, until the end of days."

The green eyes got VERY serious. "And I, Cynthia Susan 
Smith, take you, Daniel Richards, to be my husband, my 
happiness, my help, my friend, my love, until the stars 
wink out in the skies."

That is serious stuff. And that glorious night, to the 
strains of Boccherini, as my eyes closed to the even 
sounds of her sleeping breath, I knew somehow that it 
would be forever.

Thursday was a pretty standard day. The alarm went off, 
waking us both. We cuddled, caressed, fondled, then got 
out of bed, stretched the covers over it, and went about 
our morning routines, ending up at the dinette, dressed, 
a bowl of cereal and a mug of coffee in front of each of 
us. I kissed her before I headed out the door, leaving 
her to wait for her bus.

It was just another day on the job for me. Nothing came 
up that we didn't already have a handle on, and I spent 
the last hour of the day walking out the key parts, 
seeing what I could bring Cindy to see. After work, back 
to the RV park. When I got there, Helen's van was 
absent. So were Helen and Cindy. The park's utility guy 
was in the office. I knew him, too.

"Hey, Steve," I said. "Where's Helen?"

"Hi, Dan. She took her girl Cindy to a beauty shop. Said 
they'd be back about five."

"Oh, okay," I answered. "Any mail there for me? Helen 
usually stacks it on her desk."

"I didn't see any," replied Steve. "It's almost five 
now. They should be showin' back up any time."

"Yeah, you're right. See you later, Steve. Be careful!" 
and I left for my trailer. Jim was right. No sooner than 
I'd exited the truck, I saw Helen's minivan driving in 
the front entrance. So now I was wondering what Helen 
and the "beauty shop" might have done to the perfection 
that was my Cindy.

Helen drove right past the office and pulled in behind 
my truck. Cindy bounced out one side of the van and 
Helen the other.

"You like my hair, Dan?"

"It's shorter. That's all I can see. Am I missing 
something?"

Helen said, "Those women at the beauty shop wanted to do 
ALL kinds of stuff to her, but she put her foot down and 
said to just trim the bangs and cut an inch off the 
bottom." She laughed. "Told 'em that's the way her 
boyfriend liked it."

Cindy grinned at me, eyes twinkling.

"She's right," I said. "You got any homework?"

"No," Cindy chirped. "All my teachers know I'm doin' a 
field trip with you tomorrow and I'm pretty much caught 
up with anything they have."

"You're past 'caught up', you know."

"Yeah, but my history and language teachers don't want 
to give up yet. Science and math, they gave up." She 
laughed.

Helen laughed, too. "Just remember, you two, we have 
dinner with the judge tomorrow evening."

"Yes, ma'am, I remember," I said. "We'll have plenty of 
time to be ready after work tomorrow."

Cindy and I walked out. "Is it too late for a swim?" she 
asked.

"No, we can do that."

"Good. Let's go!"

Zip to the trailer, change into swimsuits, an act that 
involved getting naked and subsequent groping and 
giggling, and we were back out the door carrying towels 
and headed to the pool. This little walk as a pleasant 
part of the day, and a few laps in the pool were an 
excellent way to drop stress. Of course, seeing Cindy 
matching me in my swimming pace, (thank God she didn't 
wear that bikini!) induced a whole different set of 
tensions. She knew it, and giggled about it, although in 
broad daylight, even though we had the pool to 
ourselves, her responses were limited to quick furtive 
touches and knowing grins.

"You know," she said, "this is the last weekend that the 
pool is open, huh?"

"Yeah, I think I saw a notice on the office bulletin 
board."

"Yeah," said Cindy, "Mizz Helen closes it the first 
weekend in October. So Sunday's our last chance to swim 
here."

"Yeah. We'll have to find another way to exercise."

Cool eyes. Wet bangs plastered to her forehead. And a 
decidedly lustful grin. "I can think of a few."

"Me too. But besides that. You don't have a bicycle?"

"Me? No."

"You've ridden a bicycle, huh?"

"Of course."

"I have a bike. You need one? We could ride together."

"Where do you have a bike? I've never seen it."

"In the storage locker. Up the road."

"You have a storage locker?"

"Yeah, baby. I can't keep EVERYTHING in that trailer. 
It's stuff I didn't leave back home because I knew I'd 
need it. I have a bike. Some camping gear. Cold weather 
clothes. That kind of stuff."

"Camping gear?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Like in 'spendin' the night in the woods' campin'?"

"Or on the beach. Or in the desert."

She giggled. "Uh, this is Alabama. We got woods. We even 
got beaches. We don't have deserts."

"Oh, dear girl, there IS life outside Alabama. If you 
think you saw stars the other night when we looked at 
the sky, let's do that again in a high desert."

"If I'm with you, I can add my own stars." She smiled.

"Well, there are a couple of tents in there."

"A couple? Why a couple?" she asked.

I have one tent for wintertime, when I need a little 
more weather protection, and then I have my other tent, 
for the summer, and it has just screen, to keep bugs out 
so I can see the stars."

"And what do you sleep on? The ground?"

"Nope. Big air mattress."

She looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "How big's your 
sleeping bag?"

It was my turn to smile. "I guess I need one a little 
bigger than the two I have, huh?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice, don't you think?" and she smiled 
sweetly.

We stepped into our trailer and did quick showers. More 
fondling. Irresistible. As she finished drying her hair, 
she spoke up. "That place we went Monday? Can we go 
there?"

"Sure," I said. "They have an interesting menu." And a 
half hour alter we were seated across from each other at 
a neat little table being attended to by a genteel lady 
who was one of the owners. We settled on choices based 
on her recommendations and were not a bit disappointed.

We returned home. All that was left to do was to be 
happy with each other, and that was as relentless as 
gravity. Cindy's pre-bed routine was charming and more 
erotic than even the hormone-surge fantasies I had as a 
teen, when sex was the be-all and end-all to existence.

She stripped her jeans and blouse, neatly hanging the 
clothing for the next day. The panties came off. The 
bra, yes, she wore a bra over those A-cups, otherwise 
the nipples would have men leering everywhere she went, 
she'd turn to me to unhook that bra, pressing forward 
against me so I had to reach my arms around her back, 
and that always ended up in a hug.

Tonight was one of the nights where she put nimble 
fingers to work unbuttoning my shirt, then unbuckling my 
belt and unbuttoning my trousers. Then the sound of a 
zipper... And she sat on the end of the bed, totally, 
lusciously naked and started peeling off my unfastened 
clothes. As I kicked out of my trousers at my feet, she 
tugged me onto the bed beside her. The clothes could 
wait. Cindy and I didn't. Love-making, it was. Tender, 
yes, but hot, too, as we explored each other, lavishing 
love with mouth, fingers, and yes, it ended in a 
penetration that could only be characterized as a 
mating.

Sated, I turned out the lights and turned on music, 
Mozart... and with Cindy in my arms we drifted off into 
dreamland.

Six AM. The alarm came on, and we both stirred 
simultaneously, rolling face to face for the kiss that 
started our days. Neither of us wore underpants and she 
wiggled her pubic mound, its wispy down rubbing against 
morning wood. Her leg went over mine and she pushed me 
over on my back and straddled me.

"Don't think we're going all the way with this," she 
giggled. "I'm just stretchin'..." And her hips lifted 
and she slid me inside her. I loved the way she could 
treat intimacy as such joyous mirth. She rode me for a 
few strokes and then hopped off. "Come on. Get dressed. 
We have a job to go to."

I stood up beside the bed, laughing, my dick stuck out 
hard in front of me. "It's a horrible person who would 
get her partner this aroused and not finish the job."

"Oh, I plan on finishin' babe," she laughed, but just 
not right now. I just wanted you to have THAT in your 
head all day today. And for dinner tonight. And THEN 
we'll finish." She was buttoning a denim workshirt as 
she received a kiss from me.

Ten minutes later we were out the door headed for the 
breakfast joint, me in my standard canvas work pants and 
denim shirt, Cindy a shorter, definitely female version. 
We walked into the diner for breakfast and I recognized 
some of my co-workers and said hi. Cindy and I sat in a 
booth and had breakfast. We were nearing the end of good 
country breakfast fare when I looked up at one of the 
guys, another engineer. "Hi, Fred," I said. "Meet 
Cindy."

Cindy looked up. "Hi, Mr. Fred!" she said brightly.

"Hi, Cindy. Are you the one Dan's bringing to work 
today?"

"Yessir. It's my reward for good math grades."

"Yeah," I said, looking at Fred. "That's a ripoff. 
Eight-grade math to this child is like swattin' flies 
with a sledgehammer."

"Ewwwww! That's a horrible picture!" exclaimed Cindy.

"Oh yeah," laughed Fred. "Ol' Dan's got a way with 
words." He tapped the table. "See ya'll out there in a 
bit. Nice meetin' yah, Cindy!"

"Bye," she said. He was turning to head out the door. We 
finished our breakfast and coffee and then headed 
towards the job.

First stop was the security guard. He saw my truck, 
started to wave me through, then saw Cindy. I stopped 
and he took her name, carefully writing it on his 
clipboard.

I told Cindy, "that's so if the place burns up, they'll 
know how many piles of ashes to make..."

"Really?"

"Kinda-sorta... except for the blowing up and ashes 
part. At the end of the day, the number of people coming 
in has to equal the number of people going out."

"Oooohhhh!" She stared out the window at what was an 
alien environment to her. To me it was home away from 
home. I pulled my truck into a parking space with my 
name on a sign. This impressed her. "You get your own 
parkin' spot?"

"Yeah. That's so they'll know which tires to slash..."

"You're jokin', right?"

"yeah..."

We walked into the trailer that was the job's central 
office. That's where Cindy met Sara, the office 
administrator. Sara was her normal self, acerbic, not 
bad looking for mid-thirties mother of two, a little on 
the plump side, blue-eyed, blonde (this week), jeans and 
a blouse, sitting behind her desk, queen of the project. 
"Mornin, Dan," she said. "Is this your visitor today?"

I introduced her and Cindy to each other, then Cindy and 
I visited the project's safety guy for a hard hat and 
safety glasses so she could go out into the work areas. 
As we were leaving the trailer, Sara called out, "Dan, 
be nice to her out there... you know how you are!"

Cindy was impressed again. As one of the key engineers, 
I had a golfcart at my disposal to save time getting 
around. I couldn't help but notice heads turning. Cindy 
in a hardhat. Maybe there was some kind of construction 
site fetish that had to do with short red hair curling 
out from under the edges of a hardhat. And the jeans, 
well, Cindy did jeans very well. Her hips were young but 
swelling into delights and seeing them framed in blue 
denim, well, there IS poetry in that motion. Her 
workshirt was just a little loose, so every motion of 
her torso was a peek-a-boo for one or both of those 
breasts to press against the cloth, revealing their 
presence. Maybe it was me, but this was pure and 
inadvertent tease here.

As we drove through the site, Cindy's head swiveled from 
side to side as I gave a running guided tour. We stopped 
at various parts of the job, walked inside buildings, I 
pointed out equipment and talked about it in simple 
terms, I showed her some of the guys working. Watched 
her completely melt down one of my millwrights with a 
couple of smiles as he showed her what he was doing. We 
rode the elevator to the top of the huge boiler 
structure and I showed her the site from our vantage 
point ten stories above ground.

She was enthralled. "This is like the most hugest 
playground in the world," she said.

"Yeah. But every bit of it is from the minds of 
engineers somewhere. Nothing 'just happens'. It's a 
puzzle with a million pieces. And you've got to know 
what pieces are yours and how to make sure they fit with 
all the others. That's what I have to do: make sure my 
pieces fit and work when the time comes to start this 
puppy up."

"Wow!"

Nearing lunchtime we went back to the trailer. Walking 
in, Sara caught us. "So Cindy, you ready to take up 
ballet now?"

Cindy smiled. "Nuh-uh! I want to make MY part of this 
thing work."

Sara fixed me in her eye. "Well, Dan, you've ruint her."

"I know," I said. "It's my personal grace an' charm that 
does it." I paused. "We're goin' out for lunch. Wanna 
come along?" This got me a little off-kilter glance from 
Cindy.

"Nah, thanks anyway," Sara answered. "I got diet stuff 
in the fridge. But thanks for askin', anyway. Take Cindy 
someplace nice, not that greasy spoon ya'll usually go 
to..."

Cindy and I walked to my truck. I got stopped twice to 
answer questions about work. I think one of those stops 
was just so the guy could get another look at Cindy. I 
don't if Cindy noticed that, but I did.

We got into the truck and waved at the gate guard on the 
way out. "So tell me," said Cindy. "You an' Sara?"

"No way, babe," I said.

Cindy pushed the question. "'Cuz she's a little bit 
plump?"

"Oh, no, she's cute enough in her own way, and she's 
smart enough, but there are three things right up 
front."

"Three things? Like what?"

"Like two kids and a husband that would cave my head in 
with a big wrench if I messed with Sara."

"You've met him?"

"Oh yeah. He's runnin' a couple of our crews out there. 
Nice guy."

"So you thought about it?" I could feel her eyes even 
though I couldn't see them, focusing on the road while I 
was driving.

"Nope. Just a nice lady who does a very good job under 
difficult circumstances and who keeps us all happy. 
Well, as happy as you can get on one of these projects." 
I continued, "I didn't come out here to pick up women."

"I know," Cindy said. "Me and Mizz Helen sort of watched 
you come and go for a while. You didn't run around and 
you didn't bring women to the park." She smiled. "But 
you picked ME up!"

"Uh, nay, little darlin', YOU snuck in under my radar. 
If a year ago somebody'd have told me that I'd fall in 
love with a thirteen year old girl, I'd have told 'em 
they were crazy. I wasn't looking, and YOU showed up 
anyway."

One of the nice things about being a senior engineer was 
being able to beat the crowds out the gate to lunch, so 
when we pulled into the diner it was still relatively 
early and the place was easy to get into. We got a booth 
and ordered two plate lunches. Cindy regarded her plate 
of "a meat, two vegetables, mashed potatoes and gravy".

"Purina construction chow," I said. She giggled. 
"Seriously. I've been eating lunch like this for what, 
two and a half months now?"

As we ate, we watched the place fill up. A couple of our 
co-workers took advantage of the empty seats in our 
booth to slide in with us. Cindy slid way over into the 
corner leaving a noticeable gap between her and the 
technician sitting next to her.

"What? I'm not gonna bite," he said, laughing.

"I don't think she's worried about you biting, Phil," I 
said. "She doesn't want the smell to rub off."

"Heeyyyyy!" he laughed, "I took a mid-week bath this 
week!"

We finished and they scooted out of the way so we could 
leave. Back at the job, I showed Cindy my workstation 
computer. She was impressed by the huge monitor. "I need 
that," I said. See these?" I picked up a sheaf of 11x17 
inch papers. "These are the drawings we have to use to 
build this place. I need to work on them on the computer 
and it gets very difficult if I can't do that on a full-
sized image."

She was looking around. "This place is filled with 
paper," came the comment.

"Yeah, sometimes I think the weight of the paper is 
equal to the weight of all the iron in the project." It 
was my turn to sigh. "The drawings aren't bad." I showed 
her equipment lists and wiring schedules and other 
esoterica. "Stare at one of these for a day an' you'll 
want to run off screamin' into the woods."

From the open door, Sara interjected, "Yeah, sometimes 
he turns off his light an' closes the door an' cries 
softly."

Cindy answered, "You could bring 'im a coke and pat 'im 
on the head."

Sara laughed, "Nuh-uh, baby. I don't even make these 
guys coffee. They can get their own stinkin' cokes."

"Y'see," I laughed. "No wonder I go home at night an' 
cry... I work with impossible people!"

Sara wheeled her chair away from her desk so she could 
look into my office. "I try to not make 'im cry unless 
he needs to. Sometimes he needs to." She laughed. 
"Paperwork IS the job to some people. Like me. I don't 
care what goes on out there, but if I don't have 
receipts to match the bills, SOMEBODY'S in trouble."

I looked at Cindy. "Okay, so I lose a receipt every now 
and then..."

The rest of the day was more touring. She shadowed me 
round like a puppy, and like a cute puppy, every place 
we went, work stopped so guys could just get close 
enough to see her.

Finally our day was close enough to quitting time that I 
could justify leaving. I stopped into the office 
trailer. "Sara," I said. "I'm gonna take Cindy home 
now."

Sara smiled. "Sweetie," she said to Cindy, "you really 
oughtta think about that ballerina thing."

"Nah," said Cindy. "My legs are all wrong for it."

Sara laughed. "Okay, Cindy. It was fun having you in 
here. Get Mister Dan to being you back, okay?"

I got a couple more stops before we made it to the 
truck. One the guys said, "Dan, she's an impediment to 
productivity. Everywhere she goes, work comes to a 
standsill."

"I know. We noticed."

We drove out. "So what'd you think? Engineer? Or 
ballerina?"

"I could be like Mizz Sara an' just make your life 
miserable."

"I'll be sure to tell her that she made an impression on 
your young mind." We both laughed.

"Uh, engineer, Dan. Definitely engineer." She let out a 
sigh. "Like you. I wanna be like you. And WITH you."

"I love you, Cindy," I said. What else could I have 
said?

"I love you too, Dan. Forever."

She was humming on the ride home, lost in thought.

"Baby," I said. "How about a quick swim, then we get 
dressed for dinner?"

"Mmmmm. Sounds perfect!" she said.

We stopped by the RV park office and chatted briefly 
with Helen. I got directions to the judge's house.

"And how'd your visit go, baby?" Helen asked Cindy.

"It was wonderful," Cindy answered. "I saw so much 
stuff. It's interesting. So much to learn."

Helen smiled.


-= Chapter Fourteen =-

We did a quick turnaround in the trailer and emerged 
clad in swimsuits and carrying towels and walked to the 
pool. Helen was locking up as we walked by. "You know," 
she said, we shut that thing down for winter on Monday?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm gonna miss it."

"We're gonna start riding bicycles, though," Cindy 
chimed in.

"Bikes? That'll be good. I'm gonna go get ready for 
dinner. See ya'll there!" And Helen left.

Cindy and I did our pool laps and walked back to the 
trailer dripping, all the while chatting about the day's 
experiences. I had to answer a slew of questions, and 
was trying to not be too technical, but Cindy was 
drinking it all up.

Back in the trailer, we did our shower thing and she 
dried her hair while I shaved. This left us both naked. 
Clean and naked. And she not only looked good, she 
smelled good. I passed my hand form the sleek richness 
of her hair down her back to the curve of her ass and 
squeezed a cheek.

"Now, Dan," she giggled, "as much has I'd LOVE to take 
you straight to the bedroom, we have to go out in 
public, and we can't do that with your sweetie smelling 
all freshly fucked, can we?"

"The language!" I said.

"Yeah. You know exactly what I'm talking about, babe. 
I've smelled ME on YOU afterward, and I love the smell. 
I can eat it up. But it is a smell. And we're trying, as 
you say, to maintain a certain air of decorum. We have, 
what? An hour before we go?"

"Yeah."

"Then lay down on the sofa" she commanded as she sat 
down. "Put your head in my lap."

I followed orders, laying on my back, my head resting on 
the smooth softness of her thigh. Okay, not TOO soft. 
Swimming every day, you know. She slowly stroked my 
face. "Dan," she said, "I wish I could tell you how much 
I love you."

"Thank you, sweetie. I love you too, you know."

"But today. You took me around to those people and 
showed me off."

"I didn't show you off. I really did want you to see 
what was going on."

"I know. But that was purely something you did for ME. 
For no reason."

"I had reasons. I love you. You're smart enough to get 
something out of the visit."

"That first part," she said, "that's what I mean. The 
way I figure it," she continued, "if I was just a 
somebody you wanted to have around for the sex, then you 
wouldn't've done today. So that kinda makes me think I'm 
not just your toy. I'm feeling pretty important to you."

"A man's toys ARE important," I said. That got me a slap 
on my bicep.

"Beast!"

"I'm YOUR beast, little princess. Your very own dragon."

"Mmm-hmmm."

"And occasionally dragons have been known to eat 
princesses."

"You can eat me later... Right now I just want you to 
know that every time I turn around I see you doing 
things that tell me you love me. What can I do in 
return, Dan. I don't have anything to offer like you 
do."

"Cindy, my dear, you are beautiful, intelligent, funny, 
and, if I may say so, of fine temperament. All I want 
from you is to be loved in return. And you show me that 
every day,too. You know Mizz Helen said she could see it 
before you moved in here. Said you didn't hide things 
very well."

"I know. She told me that, too. I tried. But when I see 
you, I get happy. If I'm already happy, I get happier. 
It's like we were made for each other."

"I think so, too, baby."

As she caressed my face and chest with one hand, the 
other picked up a remote and clicked us up some good 
music to relax by. Forty-five minutes passed. And it was 
time to get dressed.

I regarded the young lady I would escort to dinner. She 
was wearing a dress. A simple dress, simple, lines, 
hemmed just above the knee, plain neckline stopping well 
short of being revealing. She fished through the drawers 
that held her belongings and retrieved a black elastic 
headband and placed it in her hair, pulling the sides 
back from her face, leaving her bangs hovering as if 
pointing to those startling green eyes. And a tiny dab 
of perfume behind each ear and at her throat and on each 
wrist. Her shoes were simple, too, flats, unembellished.

"Do I look okay?" she asked?

"You are the single most beautiful creature in the 
universe, baby!"

"No, seriously!"

"I AM serious. If somebody could crawl inside my brain 
and find every imprint of what I think is beautiful in a 
woman, it would all add up to YOU!"

"So I look okay?"

"You' look perfect. Almost like I need to put you in a 
padded box so you won't break before I can get us to 
dinner."

"Nah," she smiled. The front seat of your truck will do 
fine."

"And, Dan, you look nice, too. I've never seen you wear 
a tie before." I was wearing a tie. And a jacket. I 
might be a grubby field engineer, but I can clean up 
pretty good.

We got in the truck, but first I moved the console out 
of the way so she could sit next to me. Soft, idle chit-
chat occupied our short trip and we pulled up the drive 
to what I would have called a mansion. Two stories. 
Landscaped. Circular drive. I parked immediately behind 
Helen's minivan.

We rang the doorbell, standing together. Helen and the 
one I assumed to be the judge met us.

"Come in, come in," he said. Helen was smiling beside 
him. Helen cleaned up pretty nicely, too. Her grey hair 
was shoulder length, brushed pewter, and darned if she 
wasn't wearing makeup and it worked well for her. And 
she was wearing a DRESS. Helen. Who I never saw in 
anything but jeans and a man's shirt.

He reached out his hand. I shook it. "Charles Peebles. 
You must be Dan. And this... this angel... must be Miss 
Cynthia." He offered a hand to Cindy and she shook it. 
"Nice handshake, Cindy," He said. "You like being called 
Cindy, am I right?" He smiled broadly. Looked pretty 
darned solid for eighty-something.

"Yessir," said Cindy.

"Come, let's sit while the table is set for us."

""The table is set for us"? Like, I'm not expected to 
help out in the kitchen?

Judge Peebles must have caught my puzzlement. "Oh, Dan, 
it's not that bad. I have a housekeeper, is all. And on 
the odd occasion that I have something special going on, 
she takes care of it for me. Her and her daughter do a 
fine job for me." We followed him to a formal sitting 
room, wainscoted walls and bookshelves, dripping with 
gentility. We sat, I with Cindy beside me, a chaste 
distance separating us, Helen and the judge in a love 
seat.

Cindy broke the conversational ice. "This is a perfectly 
lovely room, sir. You have a lot of books."

Judge Peebles chuckled. "Yes, young lady, I do. Been 
reading since I was a little one. But all this is law 
and it's not the kind of reading that you want to do on 
a fine cool evening."

The conversation rolled on, the judge's prodigious 
history in the local scene, a young attorney, county 
prosecutor and finally for the last twenty-five years, a 
state judge. He'd seen a lot, loved to talk, and told 
stories well.

A middle aged black woman appeared at the door. "Judge," 
she said, "dinner is ready."

The judge rose with Helen and I and Cindy followed them 
into a formal dining room. It wasn't set for a formal 
dinner, but it was several orders of magnitude above a 
slab of ribs on a paper plate. The judge held the chair 
for Helen and I did the same for Cindy. The judge 
motioned for me to be seated and seated himself. The 
same middle-aged black woman and another, younger 
version of the same appeared and placed salads in front 
of each of us. I noted the Cindy had correctly placed 
her napkin in her lap.

The judge bowed his head and the rest of us followed as 
he recited an old and familiar blessing before the meal. 
He raised a forkful of salad and the rest of us 
followed. After his first bite, he looked at me. "Dan, 
it's not that bad. The young lady who served you is the 
daughter of the older lady. She's the third generation 
that has worked for me here. I pay her mother well, and 
the young lady is starting pre-law at the university in 
the winter semester. She gets paid for tonight, also."

"Uh, oh, I didn't... you know," I stuttered.

"Yah," said the judge, "You have been watching too many 
of those movies. Just because I'm an old white judge in 
Alabama doesn't mean I still keep slaves, Dan. I don't 
even like own a rebel flag."

"Judge"

"You can call me Charley, Dan. Helen does. But I 
appreciate the thought."

"Charley, I guess I'm a bit overwhelmed. This is a nice 
place."

"I worked hard for it. Made some good investments, too, 
but even lawyers have to work."

"I know. I get the "you don't work with your HANDS" bit 
all the time."

He laughed. "Yes, yes. Helen tells me you're an 
engineer? Electrical engineer?"

"Yessir."

"Mighty fine," he said.

Dinner proceeded at a modest pace, everything prepared 
to perfection, soup, poached fish and vegetables for a 
main course, a delicious pie for dessert. We then 
returned to the sitting room.

"Helen," Charley said. "You're absolutely right. She is 
really a beautiful lady."

Cindy blushed. "Thank you, sir."

"Dan," he said to me, "Helen explained the whole case to 
me. She says she explained how and more to the point, 
why I felt the way I did about the way we chose to 
remedy the situation."

"Yessir, she did," I said. "I thank you for your 
understanding."

"I'm just an old country lawyer, Dan, and I'll be quite 
honest with you, sometimes the law is an ass. Take our 
particular interest here. Let's just say there WASN'T a 
law like that. You and your young lady there would be 
accepted. Maybe not totally the norm, but still within 
the realm of acceptability. But supposed the OTHER end 
of the spectrum happened, and some old guy FORCED a 
young girl into a situation? Don't you think I would 
jerk a knot in his butt?"

"Yessir," I said, "I see what you mean."

"Yep," the judge said, leaning back in his chair. 
"Dumbasses today are afraid to let people do what is 
right. They have to write more and more laws, and every 
law has its unintended consequences. You and Cindy there 
are one of them. But you don't worry here," he 
continued. "The district attorney, is, ah, my son. And 
he knows about his mom and me. And Helen and his Uncle 
Herb."

We continued conversation, listening to a few more 
stories, a couple that, well, they made me blush, and I 
saw Cindy blush, too. Finally, after finishing a good 
after dinner coffee, it was time to go. The judge and 
Helen escorted us to the front door. Cindy and I shook 
hands and thanked the couple for a good evening.

In the truck, Cindy tucked in tight against me. "How'd I 
do?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, did I do anything horrible, like bad manners or 
something?"

"No, princess, you were perfect. You listened 
attentively, joined the conversation appropriately and 
acted mature beyond you years. And this dinner was 
pretty much 'prime time' for a social event."

"Good!" she exclaimed. "I don't want to be uncouth in 
public."

"Well, you're not uncouth in private, either..."

Giggle. "We'll see..."

"Yeah," I countered. "The rules change in private."

"What about semi-public, like this, then?"

"Like what?"

"Like ridin' around in a truck in the dark."

"Okay, that's somewhat public."

"Then would THIS be uncouth?" She lifted her hips off 
the seat and slid her panties down her smooth legs. 
Checking that we were on a straight section of road, she 
passed her panties under my nose.

"Now that's not couth. Welcome, but not couth," I said 
as my nostrils flared. I loved the smell of this girl. 
And the little doll had dabbed just a hint of her 
perfume on her pubic mound. I could smell the fragrance 
mixed with her distinctive musk.

She laughed. "Dan, uh, hurry home."

"Uh, I was thinkin' of pullin' off on the side of the 
road..."

"Nuh-uh baby..." she said. "If I was wearing something 
else, I'd love to, but I really like this dress and we'd 
wreck it." She grasped the lump in my pants. 
"Oooooohhhh... baby... Can you wait?"

"Yeah, little red-headed girl, but right now I'd do you 
in the middle of the town square at high noon."

"All because I took my panties off?"

"That's one thing. Second is what we did this morning 
before we left. And this afternoon. And how beautifully 
you shined this evening, and, yes, I desperately want 
you in my arms."

"Then hang on, buddy," she giggled. "I have the same 
desires." She punched the buttons on the truck's sound 
system. "Here, this'll help us relax..."

In the door of the trailer, I don't know whose clothes 
came off first. I do believe that they hadn't fluttered 
to the floor before two naked bodies entwined on the 
bed. Our mouths just as well have been welded together. 
My hands explored the silken skin. I opened my eyes in 
the middle of a kiss, looking past a freckled face to 
red hair curled around the back of her ear.

She opened her eyes too. "Uh, you're s'posed to kiss 
with your eyes closed..." Giggle.

"Then why were you looking?" I laughed.

"To see if YOU were looking."

"I was looking because I am still amazed at how 
beautiful you are. Even up close."

"That's an acceptable excuse," she chided. "Kiss me 
again." And again and again. My hand slid between our 
bodies, cupping over her plump pubic mound and a finger 
dipped into her cleft.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.

"So sweet," I whispered.

"Needs kisses," she returned. "Hmmm?"

"Oh, god, yes..." She swiveled around in the bed and 
pressed her wet pussy gently against my waiting lips. My 
tongue led the way into her, savoring the sweet, salty, 
tangy musk of her juices. I felt her hands grasp my dick 
as she moved down to take the head in her mouth. Her 
tongue and lips danced over it, then she grabbed behind 
the head with her teeth, exerting just precisely the 
right pressure to bring passion, not pain. My own tongue 
moved in her cleft to meet the pea-like head of her 
clitty. I flicked it lightly.

"Oh, god, Dan... Make me come. Fast."

I know my Cindy and I knew that sucking the head of her 
clit between my lips was step one. The second step was 
lavishing licks on it with my tongue. Her moans rewarded 
me richly because she was holding my dick in her mouth 
as she went "Mmmmm."

I was getting close, but she went over the edge first. 
Hard. Her body stiffened, her back arched, her thighs 
gripping my face. "Gahhhh, babyyyyyy! Ohgodohgodohgod! 
Nnnnnnnnghhhhh!" I held her for some time, letting her 
ease down from her orgasm. I could tell when she was 
finished because the suction on the head of my dick 
returned. In earnest. Without distraction. I started to 
lick her again.

"Nuh-uh," I heard from the vicinity of my crotch. "Just 
let me..." And she kept at it. In a mere minute my hips 
were reaching uncontrollable stage, but her two-handed 
grip on the shaft of my dick kept me from shoving it 
into her mouth more than she was comfortable with. But 
my hip thrusts into her hands and lips, well, that was 
pushing me fast to the breaking point.

"Babe," I gasped, "it's getting close."

"I know that. I know MY baby!" And she kept on.

"Nnnnnnghhhh! Cindy! That's. IT!!!!" The first surge 
erupted into her mouth and she received it. I could feel 
her swallow. And the second, and third. And fourth. And 
then a gentle, draining suction as she drained me. The 
arms I had wrapped around her, holding her on top of me, 
they fell to my sides, limp. This was Cindy's cue to 
turn back around and mold herself against my side, 
pulling my arm around her.

"Mmmmmm. Mr. Dan, you sure do taste good!"

"Well, thank you, Cindy Sue! So do you!" I called her 
Cindy Sue whenever I wanted to get a slap and giggle. I 
got both. She twisted over me to plant a kiss on my 
mouth. She might have started it out as a peck, but it 
didn't stay that way as our tongues twined together.

She freed a hand to fondle my soft dick. "mmmmm, Dan, 
it's soft."

"No, really?" I said. "after you just turned me inside 
out with your mouth? How could it be soft?"

"You see," she said, "it's THAT way because it will ALL 
fit inside my mouth, and then when it's hard again, I 
have someplace else to put it." With that little 
declaration, she moved her lithe form down and true to 
her word, engulfed my soft dick in her mouth, sucking, 
prodding the soft flesh with her tongue, lightly 
chewing.

"Ohhhhhh, baby...." I moaned. "You are so wonderful."

"You're pretty wonderful yourself," she said, then 
popped me back into her mouth. A giggle escaped lips 
wrapped around my dick. "mmmmm. You know how I LOVE it 
growing in my mouth?" More sucks. She pulled away, 
pressing the hardening staff back against my belly and 
she worked over the bottom with teeth, lips and tongue, 
and then directed her attention to my balls.

That was all it took. I was hard again. Cindy had met 
her goal, and her next step was to swing a leg over me 
and to impale herself on my dick. Seated herself, she 
did. Put her hands on her thighs, sitting up straight, 
looking down at me, smiling enigmatically. I slid my 
hands lovingly over her thighs, around the curve of that 
girlish ass, up her sides. She gave a little wiggle. And 
a giggle. "Just makin' sure it's in the right place," 
she teased.

"There's never ever going to be a place that is more 
right than where it is now..."

"Oh, I don't know," she giggled. "I liked where it was a 
few minutes ago, too."

"But where it is now, we can do THIS!" and I tugged down 
to lay on top of me. I curled downward slightly to kiss 
her and she wrapped her arms round me. There, two bodies 
completely naked, completely molded together, mated.

"Yeah," she sighed, "There is THIS..." and kissed me 
again. For some moments we savored our coupling in 
stillness, and then those mobile hips of hers couldn't 
resist any longer. We thrust together; I slid in and out 
of her, my dick's slick upper surface sliding along her 
clit. After a minute of this she raised herself, placing 
her hands on my chest and her hips began in earnest 
again, and I met her back and forth slides with my own 
upward thrusts. We'd plunge at each other for a minute, 
then rest, then back at it for another minute, then 
another languorous kiss. After half a dozen of these 
cycles, I saw her eyes close and she started biting her 
bottom lip. The world ceased to exist for Cindy. The 
corners of her mouth turned up, hinting of pleasure 
through the passion.

That was the joy of our double-headers. She was putting 
me far into the fields of ecstasy. Twenty minutes 
before, I could not have held back an orgasm well before 
we reached this point, not with the joyous assault on my 
senses that was Cindy. Actually, I couldn't REALLY 
control it now; it's just that my second arousal in an 
hour and things just proceeded at a slower pace.

Little mewing sounds came from her closed lips, the pace 
of her thrusts took on a different cadence as she 
bottomed out, rubbing her clit against the base of my 
dick. I knew she was close. So was I. And I was trying 
with all my might to subdue my own orgasm until her 
first spasm. It came. So did I. Both of us. Cindy 
collapsed into my arms. I held her, feeling the gentle 
squeezing and tugging her vaginal walls were putting on 
my dick as is dribbled the last of the semen deep inside 
her. We lay together without words for several minutes, 
my face against the top of her auburn head, tiny 
tendrils of her perfume mixing in my nostrils along with 
the heady musk of our copulation.

Finally I felt her head move away from its repose on my 
chest. She pulled back to regard my face, and I saw a 
tear tracing a path down her cheek.

"What's wrong, my baby?" I asked.

"Absolutely nothing, my lover," she said. "I can't be 
more perfectly happy."

"Me, too, baby. Me too."

"You don't understand yet, Dan."

"What don't I understand?"

"What it's like for me. It's been such a rush, but in 
the last month and a half you've made me alive. Tonight, 
I mean. Do you know what it meant that YOU brought me 
with you to meet people? Just like today."

"Cindy," I said, taking her face gently between my 
hands. I kissed her gently on the forehead. "Don't you 
know I LOVE you? You're going with me everywhere. It's 
that forever thing, baby."

"I know," she said quietly. "But Dan, sometimes I just 
can't believe it's true. And just so you know, I'd bring 
you everywhere, too."

"I believe you would, little one."

"Yeah," she said. "I would. It's funny, sometimes, 'cuz 
I listen to other girls talkin' in class about 
boyfriends an' stuff, and I close my eyes for a minute 
and I think of YOU. And YOU are what they WISH their 
boyfriends were like." She smiled. "And YOU! You don't 
want me just to be your girlfriend because we have sex. 
You make me part of your life."

"You're wrong, baby."

"How am I wrong?"

"When we became an "us", it means you and me share our 
lives. You ARE my life."

"Good!" shad whispered. Kissed me. "Very much good." She 
moved a little and I could feel cool air hit the parts 
of us still wet and sticky from our coupling. So could 
she.

"Should I get a towel? We have a mess."

"AH!" she squealed in mock distress. "We make love. I 
share my deepest. VERY deepest emotions with you. My 
body. And YOU want to wipe it all up with a scratchy old 
TOWEL?" Her eyes twinkled and her mouth formed a smirk 
that morphed into a smile. "I, sir, can clean up MY end 
of the mess! Can you?"

As she was spinning around I said, yes, but that's how 
this all got started." Then the power of speech left me 
as her lips and tongue started lapping up our combined 
juices from my pubic mound, my dick and my balls. I was 
presented with a pink pussy still partially open from 
recent penetration, glistening with her juices, and 
white fluid escaping from its depths. "Oh, well," I 
thought, "I put it there, I can get it out." And I 
covered her pussy with my mouth, sucking gently, moving 
juices from her sweet folds to my mouth. And when I 
finished the housework, I let my tongue play with her 
clit, teasing her into her third orgasm of the evening.

Spent, together in each other's arms, I reached over and 
punched the button on the stereo to fill the room with 
the strains of a symphony as we moved off into slumber 
together.

The morning came, the sun banging against the blinds-
covered windows being our wake-up call. I woke up first, 
years of "get up and go to work" having been embedded in 
my psyche. I regarded the gentle, soft form in bed 
beside me. That red hair that was flawless perfection 
the previous evening was arranged in fragrant and 
beautiful disarray on the pillow, a few strands whisping 
forward over her cheek. Her eyes were closed, still in 
slumber and her mouth, those pink lips, also still 
closed, a barest hint of smile on her lips. I brushed 
back the stray strands. She stirred.

I slid my hand under the sheets and touched her side 
gently, then let it wander around over her ribcage to 
cup over a perfect breast. A fingertip gently took 
measure of her nipple. I lingered there for a few 
moments then my hand wild downward over the flat 
softness of her belly to the light fuzz covering her 
pubic mound, her 'muffin' as we called it when playing 
together. The tip of my finger found the beginning of 
her slit. I ran my fingertip down the entire length of 
her slit without entering between those sweet lips.

She rolled over on her back, her eyes opening, smiling. 
"Do you know," she said, "that the last words out of my 
mouth last night were "I love you"?"

"Yes, I do know that. And I want to start your morning 
by telling you that I love you, too." And we kissed.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "That always tastes so good in the 
morning."

"Yes you do," I answered.

"Reminds me of breakfast. As in where are we going?" 
Saturday breakfast was our norm.

"No place, dressed like that." She was 
uncharacteristically completely naked. We usually slept 
in nightshirts.

"Then get up and get dressed, lover," she commanded as 
she stood beside our bed. I complied.

We took turns in the tiny bathroom, brushing teeth, 
washing face, etc. When I got out, she was dressed in 
jeans and a loose athletic shirt, sneakers. She was 
sitting there brushing the night out of her hair when I 
finished dressing myself in something only slightly less 
casual. I think the difference was that my shirt didn't 
have a team logo. When she finished brushing, she stood 
up.

I took advantage of the moment to step toward her, but 
she already had the same idea and we wrapped up in each 
other's arms. After all, we still had to work around 
that whole "he's forty-something, she's ONLY fourteen" 
thing. I suppose that somebody could've staked out the 
RV park and noted that Cindy was a permanent fixture in 
my trailer, but they didn't. She did have her own 
official room at Helen's house, but that bed had never 
been slept in.

Anyway, out the door we went, headed to the local diner. 
By then the waitresses knew us. As far as they were 
concerned, I was that engineer fellow who was staying at 
the RV park and Cindy was Mizz Helen's (Everybody knew 
Mizz Helen) foster kid and my "little buddy". Whether 
anyone took our constant relationship past that point, I 
don't know. Nobody ever said anything. They knew Mizz 
Helen had the park to run on weekends and they knew that 
Cindy and I were always talking about her school stuff 
and my work stuff, and that was pretty much it.

So when we walked in on this Saturday morning, nothing 
was different. Waitress saw us walk in and told us to 
pick a booth. When she showed up at the table she was 
holding two coffee mugs and a carafe of pretty good 
coffee. We ordered breakfast.

"What are we doin' today, Dan," Cindy asked.

"Having breakfast and then going back to the park to 
pack up for the night."

"For the night?"


-= Chapter Fifteen =-

By ten AM we were on the road. I figured a hundred miles 
or so ought to get us away from prying eyes. I really 
liked our previous hotel stay, but I didn't want to show 
up there too often, so we did a whole different city in 
the next state over.

The motel was a national chain, and on the upper end of 
the scale as temporary lodging goes. We brought our bags 
into a clean, bright room with two queen beds. I was 
paranoid enough today to think that we just didn't look 
like we should be sleeping in the same bed, and so I 
chose our room accordingly.

"TWO beds?" questioned Cindy?

"Yeah."

"And WHO is supposed to sleep in the OTHER one?"

"One to sleep in, one to play in," I laughed.

She responded by pushing me over backward and then 
straddling my chest, her jean-clad crotch in front of my 
face. I ran my hands up her thighs, over her ribs and 
then cupped her perky breasts through the shirt. No bra.

"You didn't even notice," she said, faking a pout. "I've 
been like this since we went to breakfast. An' YOU 
didn't notice!"

"Oh, I noticed, alright. I've been wanting to touch you 
for four hours now..."

"Mmmmm," she said. "One of these days..."

"One of these days WHAT?"

"One of these days we're going to be able to hold each 
other in public. I mean besides a little hand-holding. 
Like in, arm around you. Or sit on the same side of the 
booth. Or a kiss by a fountain in the middle of a public 
park."

"I know, sweetness. Believe me, I want to shout your 
name from a mountaintop."

"I believe you," she said, then she grinned. "But what I 
want is, if we get caught makin' love behind the bushes, 
all they could do is get us for indecent exposure, an' 
not put you in jail for molesting young girls."

"But I LIKE molesting young girls."

She dug fingers into my ribs. "You better mean just ONE 
young girl!" Giggles. The young girl was straddling my 
chest as this conversation continued. "Babe, start your 
laptop up and let's see what there is to do in this 
town..."

"Besides YOU?"

"Oh, you'll do me before the night's over, lover."

Okay, yeah, as a matter of fact I do carry a laptop on 
weekends, even with a pretty, eager, redheaded 
companion. The laptop provided us with the venue of a 
local chamber orchestral performance. I was certain that 
the little redhead would provide everything else.

We made love all afternoon. Sweet, uninhibited love. 
Nearing dinnertime, we dressed, went to dinner, then 
joined a small crowd for seats in an auditorium and 
listened to a chamber orchestra bring us Bach.

We left the hall with the crowd. I punched rapidly at 
the GPS. Cindy noted that. "What're you looking for, 
baby?"

""A park with a fountain. At ten at night, I think I can 
kiss you there..."

"Awwwww!" I heard the click as she fastened her seat 
belt beside me. "You listened to what I said."

"I always do, princess." Several blocks. Found a parking 
space in an empty lot. There were a few other couples 
out in the dim lighting. I slid out the driver's side of 
the truck and caught Cindy as she slid out behind me. 
With the truck locked behind us, I took her hand in mine 
as we walked around savoring the relatively cool October 
air. The fountain was easy to find, the burbling rush of 
water leading us up the path. I lead her by the hand, 
having her stand on a step. She turned around to face 
me, the step she was standing on added the height she 
needed to stare directly into my eyes. She glanced 
around and saw nobody paying attention to us, and then 
her arms wrapped me up and we kissed.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No, thank you, dearest," I answered.

Her face was close to my ear. "Dan," she said, "Take me 
back to the hotel. I want you. In bed. Okay?"

"Just like that?"

"Yes, love of my life. Like THAT!" She smiled, her green 
eyes twinkling in the dim light. I promise, I broke the 
speed limits only slightly.

She was undressed and in bed before I was, laying there 
completely nude in the lamplight, her body glowing, 
exuding sexuality from her small feet, up her slim legs 
to the soft red patch of hair on her pubic mound to the 
flatness of her belly, those two breasts, mounding 
softly, punctuated by perfectly pink, quarter-sized 
areoles and nipples like pencil erasers, hard... and 
that face. I don't know how you're supposed to mix a 
young girl's innocence with lust and love, but she was 
doing it. As I crawled into bed she broke into a smile.

Her hand reached up to pull my face toward hers and we 
kissed, ending with her giggle. "You know, babe, you're 
more than I ever dreamed of, too.

My hand cupped a perfect breast and my fingertips toyed 
with her nipple. I felt a quiver run through her body. 
Her hand sliding down my side and wrapping around my 
dick provided her with an answering shiver from me. Our 
lips locked . Her adventurous tongue met mine as I moved 
my hand from her sweet breast down to find the cleft of 
her pussy. I brushed it with the tips of my fingers, 
then dipped one fingertip just between those lips and 
traced the length of her lips. On the return my finger 
dipped deeper, sliding easily in the wetness.

She was squeezing and milking me, pre-cum smearing over 
the head of my dick as my fingertip teased the head of 
her clitty. I tasted as well as felt her moan in my 
mouth as we remained in our kiss. She pushed me onto my 
back and one of those long legs swung across me as she 
took charge of our lovemaking. Kneeling astride me, both 
hands on my chest, she let her hot, wet pussy search for 
the head of my dick. Her eyes twinkled and she was 
biting her bottom lip, her "I'm concentrating" face. Her 
face changed with a sigh breaking into a giggle as the 
head of my dick met the opening of her wet passage and 
she slid down on me, impaling herself and bringing 
indescribable pleasure to us both.

She sat back. "There!" she announced. "I want EVERY bit 
of you. I want to LOVE you every way we can!"

"We do, don't we, babe?" I answered. "You're my best 
friend, the love of my life, and my wife."

"Yes, I AM your wife, Dan. Forever!" She fell forward, 
wrapping her arms around us. "Now kill me. Do me until I 
pass out!" And we did. Orgasms. I think she had two or 
three before mine, only one, happened. But my one came 
with her LAST one and she did indeed pass out, laying in 
my arms for almost a minute before light kisses caused 
her eyelids to flutter. I was rewarded with a sublime 
smile from the one person I loved most in the world.

We fell asleep after she slowly rolled us over on our 
sides, her breath a measured, soft cadence I felt on my 
chest. The last conscious thought I had before I slid 
into slumber myself was the clean smell of her hair 
against a background odor of the musk of our sexual 
exertions.

Without an alarm to start our day, it was usually a 
random selection as to which of us woke up first, or 
maybe I should say who made the first movements. Sunday 
morning was my turn. I lay there for some time, 
inventorying the feelings of my own body awakening, then 
noting the soft rounded warmth of her perfect ass 
against my hip. I turned gently so as not to startle her 
awake. I spooned up behind her and couldn't resist tiny 
kisses to the nape of her neck where it was uncovered by 
the fall of her auburn hair. She stirred. I carefully 
wrapped my left arm over her. Gently holding her. Her 
hand touched mine and pulled it to cover her breast.

"Mmmmmmorning, love," she whispered.

"Mornin' sweetie," I said.

"Can I ask you something? And you'll be honest with me?"

"You can ask me anything. And when have I ever NOT been 
honest with you?"

'This is different." And she wanted to have the "titty 
talk".

You see, Cindy was fourteen and a month or so old now. 
And she was an "A" cup, maybe getting into "B" 
territory. I thought these were the most perfect breasts 
I'd ever seen, and I'd seen a few.

"Do you like my breasts? I mean, really?"

"God, yes, baby. You have the most perfect breasts 
imaginable. Perfect."

She rolled over to face me. The anatomy in question was 
pressing gently into my chest. "They're not big."

"So what!"

"That lady in the shiny green dress last night, I mean, 
she had, well, I thought she had nice looking ones, and 
they were bigger."

I remembered the lady in question. She was good-looking, 
mid to late thirties, carefully coifed, heels, in all a 
carefully and well turned out product.

"Baby," I said, "that was a production. Makeup, bra, 
dress, heels, all carefully put together. You, little 
darling, you get up in the morning looking better than 
she does after two hours' work."

"But I don't have big titties. Most guys LIKE big 
titties."

"Am I "most guys"?"

"No." the answer was a little meek.

"Haven't I told you that all my life I was looking for 
YOU and settling for little bits and pieces?"

"Yes. But..."

"No but. You're perfect. Personality. Brains. Body. 
Sometimes I think about how perfect you are and it 
scares me. I can't imagine ever living without you."

"But, I mean, like, when I'm on top of you and I bend 
over, my titties don't dangle."

"And that's a BAD thing? Baby, you don't know how many 
women wish they were as firm as you."

"How big was your wife?"

"That's another world, baby, long gone."

"But how big?"

"Okay." I sat up. "Let's talk."

She looked at me, her green eyes questioning.

"Here's the deal. She was a C-cup. Last girlfriend, the 
one that dumped me, she was maybe a C, maybe a D. I 
don't know. I didn't pay attention. So I've got some 
experience with bigger titties. Baby, what I'm saying is 
that it doesn't matter. Your smile, your laughter, your 
conversation, you could weigh 300 hundred pounds and 
have titties the size of milk jugs, and it wouldn't 
matter. Or you could be completely flat-chested. It 
doesn't matter. There's this YOU that I'm in love with, 
and you're perfect."

"But..."

"Stop with the 'but's', baby. You have no idea how many 
men see you and start drooling and lusting. I'm one of 
them. But I'm the lucky one. You're mine. And I love 
you. Okay?"

"Okay. Just tell me."

I slid my other arm underneath her and rolled, bringing 
her on top of me. "Tell you what? That I think you're 
the cutest, sexiest thing I've ever imagined? That I 
love you until the sun is a dark spot in the sky? That 
you make me wish I could write symphonies to your 
beauty? What do you want me to tell you?"

Then the giggles started. "Tell me where we're having 
breakfast..."

"Grrrr," I growled, and then clamped my lips over her 
left breast. My tongue worked over the nipple in swirls, 
then I bit it lightly. "I think I'll just have these for 
breakfast."

She pulled away with a squeal. "I guess that means that 
I'm having sausage!" And she spun around and her mouth 
sucked my hardening dick in, treating it to a tongue 
lashing.

"Yeah," I gasped, "You have sausage, an' I get this 
nice, moist muffin." We moved into a wonderful sixty-
nine, her mouth clamped over the head of my dick, my 
mouth covering her pussy to receive the juices stirred 
up by my tongue. I cupped her butt cheeks with my hands, 
savoring the juices filling my mouth, relishing the 
actions of her combined hands and tongue and lips on my 
dick. Eight hours' rest was plenty enough for a recharge 
for me, and my Cindy was always up for coming, and my 
tongue was herding her there fast.

I heard "Eennnnnnnghhh" simultaneously with her hips 
thrusting, pushing her pussy into my face, her clit 
against my flicking tongue. "Gahhhhh! Ohgodohgodohgod! 
Dan! I'm. THERE!" She came, holding my hard dick against 
her cheek, afraid to put it in her mouth while she came.

I kept licking, softer now, letting her ride her orgasm 
to its conclusion. With a sigh, she sucked me back into 
her mouth, her tongue and teeth working me back to full 
hardness, then teasing me to orgasm that was almost 
brutal, and sucking me dry. My softening dick was her 
signal to turn around and kiss me full on the mouth. I 
could taste a little of myself in her warm mouth.

"I guess we just love each other, babe, " she said.

"I guess we do." I kissed her again. We lay in each 
other's arms. "Cindy, baby, don't ever think that I want 
to change anything about you. You're fourteen. You're 
going to grow. And change. So am I. And I will love you 
through it all."

"I thought about that, too, Dan," she said. "I mean, how 
it would be as we changed, and you' know, I talked to 
Mizz Helen about her an' her husband, and she told me 
that love finds its own beauty."

"Yes it does, cutie. Yes it does."

She rolled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. 
Returning, she said, "Come on, baby, let's go get 
breakfast."

"Pack first?"

"Yeah. Then we can leave here and go straight home."

"Let's do a quick shower. Somebody's liable to notice 
that we smell like a small orgy."

"Uh-huh... yeah, mister. I feel positively molested this 
morning already." She looked suggestively over her 
shoulder as she headed back to the bathroom. I followed. 
Our shower was sensual, her body seductive, wet, her 
hands active over my body. We rinsed the soap away, 
almost finished, and she knelt in front of me, the 
shower water slicking her hair against her head. She 
looked up at me, mouth open, smiling, then her hand 
pointed the head of my dick toward her waiting lips. Her 
mouth closed around it with an "Mmmmmm" that 
reverberated throughout my being. And then she pulled 
her head back, my dick leaving her lips with an audible 
pop. She stood up. "You know, I have a plan."

"What plan?"

"I'm not telling you. A girl's got to have some mystery, 
huh?"

"Okay..."

We got dressed, packed our bags, and checked out, 
walking out, me and this indescribable little red-headed 
beauty. We found a breakfast place, fitting in with the 
Sunday morning crowd, laughing, talking about the music, 
the people, and the clear fall day.

We'd just gotten back in the truck when my cell phone 
rang. I saw the caller ID. It was Jim Hardesty. I told 
Cindy, then punched the button on the phone. "This is 
Dan," I answered.

"Dan, this is Jim Hardesty. From school."

"Yeah, Jim. That's what my caller ID said. What's up?"

"Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"No, I'm good."

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over this evening 
for supper. I'm doin' ribs on the barbecue."

"That'd be great. But there's one thing..."

"What's that?"

"I have Cindy with me today. Promised her that I'd bring 
her to the mall. We'll be finished in plenty of time, 
but can she come along?"

"Hey, sure! That's great! See ya'll about four-thirty? "

"Yep. We'll be there!"

Cindy was watching my one-sided conversation. "What'd 
you just get us into?" she asked.

"Barbecue at your guidance counselors house for supper."

"Really? He's nice. Likes us kids. I've seen him really 
work with some of them."

"Yeah. I know. You're one of them. Are you gonna be 
okay? I mean, we can't be husband and wife or boyfriend 
and girlfriend. Just gotta be me and my shadow."

She grinned. "I can do that. On good days, I can 
actually be quite charming, you know."

"And on better days, you can be delicious," I laughed.

We drove back to the RV park, did the small amount of 
housework we needed to do to keep the trailer in good 
order, then we changed into swimsuits, grabbed a couple 
of towels and headed to the pool for our daily swim. 
Three weekender families were there, one of them I 
recognized from previously, the paper mill manager with 
wife and kids, a couple of other nuclear families, each 
with a teenage daughter, one teenage boy, a couple of 
pre-teen kids, all splashing in the pool. I greeted the 
adults politely, shook hands with the guy I recognized 
first, then the others.

I did a few laps in the pool, as did Cindy, her lithe 
body easily cutting the water beside me. I was thinking 
that I'd hate to race her. I finished my laps and 
climbed out to towel off and occupy an empty lounge. The 
afternoon was filled with the sounds of (mostly) happy 
children, and we adults talked about the kids, the work, 
the news, hunting, fishing, etc. I couldn't help but 
notice that the appearance of Cindy, even in her one-
piece bathing suit, was more than enough to eclipse the 
older two teen girls. The boy, brother to one of the 
girls, had apparently been devoting a lot of attention 
to the other, but when Cindy showed up, well, Cindy was 
the top of that little heap. I noted him putting his 
best moves on her, and I also noted her easily fending 
him off, choosing instead to talk to the girls.

I heard one little comment, though. "Go play somewhere 
else! I told you I already HAVE a boyfriend!" A little 
later she got out of the pool, came to me and took her 
towel and then stretched out on the lounge beside me. 
And I do mean "stretched", as in arms over her head, 
back arched, stretched. And when she finished, she 
looked me and smiled. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," I said. She listened to us "adults" chit-
chat for a while then I bid my leave. "We have to go get 
ready for you to go home," I said.

"Yessir," she said, playing her role. We walked back to 
the trailer, carefully NOT side by side.

Inside the trailer, I laughed, "What are you trying to 
do, give those guys heart attacks?"

"What did I do?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, you KNOW what you did. That stretch!"

"Hah! Those other two girls were pretty, an' both of 
them had bigger tits. They could've stretched. An' THEY 
were wearing bikinis! You won't let me wear a bikini," 
she pouted. "Besides, I wanted to do THIS!" With that 
statement she went to her knees, pulled my trunks down 
and took my dick in her mouth.

"Oh, god! Baby!"

She stood up, smiling, wrapped her arms around my waist 
and we kissed. "I love you, Dan!"

"I love you too, Cindy." I breathed her fresh scent, 
gazed into those startling green eyes and saw them 
answer me with love. That's all I need.

We each did a quick rinse in the shower and she was 
sitting on the stool drying her hair when I stepped out. 
"What should I wear?" she asked.

"Oh, you're just coming back from a trip to the mall. 
I'm thinking something informal."

"Jeans and a blouse, then?"

"Perfect!"

"and I'll try not to sit on your lap while we're 
there..." Giggles.

"Save that for later."

"I have plans, remember?"

"Yeah. I remember. What are your plans?"

"Huh-uh. Ain't telling you. But I think you'll like 
them." Sweet smile. With a leer lurking somewhere in the 
deep background. Her eyes can't lie.

And dammit! Jeans. Blue denim with pockets and seams 
that perfectly framed a fine female butt. And a dark 
green blouse. And matching elastic headband tastefully 
pulling her red hair away from the sides of her face, 
leaving bangs hovering just above those green eyes. And 
a pair of athletic shoes. Fourteen. Okay, in that 
strange way of young girls, she could have been any age 
from thirteen to seventeen, but she was pure sexuality 
in a sweet, innocent wrapper. That reached out and 
grabbed my dick before we left to get on the road. Hah!

I punched an address written on the back of one of my 
business cards into the truck's GPS and we followed its 
directions, listening to the classical music on the 
public broadcasting station as we drove. She was sitting 
in the regular passenger seat, the console folded down 
between us. Finally we pulled up in the driveway of a 
nice brick house, not suburban, but not all the way out 
in the country, either.

As we were getting out of the truck I heard Jim's voice 
over the board privacy fence. "We're back here waitin' 
on yah!" I could smell the smoky goodness of barbecue.

We pushed our way into the back yard, finding ourselves 
on a shaded patio. Jim Hardesty was tending slabs of 
pork ribs over a smoky wood fire.

"No charcoal?" I asked.

"Just a little under there to get things started, then 
it's all hickory all the way. Hi, Miss Cindy!"

"Hi, Mister Hardesty," Cindy answered.

A short, busty blonde woman walked through the sliding 
glass door from inside the house. "Hi!" she said, "you 
must be Dan! I'm Ann!" She shook my hand.

"Well, hello, Ann! This is Cindy."

"Hello, Mizz Ann," Cindy said, shaking hands.

"Sweetie, you can come with me. These guys are gonna be 
hip-deep in war stories in about five minutes. I'm 
buildin' a tater salad and some baked beans and Teresa's 
in the den." Teresa was Jim and Ann's daughter, 
thirteen, and a nodding acquaintance to Cindy. Cindy 
followed dutifully. "Yes ma'am," she said.

"Have a seat." Jim motioned me to a patio chair. "I hope 
you weren't expecting lite beer. I like this Texas 
stuff. Shiner. Hell, I even visited the factory."

"That'll be great. I don't drink that lite stuff 
either." Over beer we went through the whole meeting 
thing. He was a former Marine pilot. Harriers, no less. 
I was a former army combat engineer. We'd both ended up 
in the same arena for a war almost twenty years before, 
and Marines, even pilots, know about living in the dirt. 
We told war stories. I told him about my plane.

"You have a plane?"

"Yeah," I said. "Old Cessna 180. I bought it when I was 
in Alaska. Flew it back to the states. Had it 
overhauled. It's in pretty decent shape now, for forty 
years old."

"Man, that's somethin'," he said. "I get the itch..."

"Then see if you're free Tuesday when I get off work. 
Give me a call. Two hundred and thirty horsepower and a 
hundred and forty knots ain't exactly a Harrier, but 
you're free to come fly."

"Hey, thanks! I just might do that!" he grinned. He told 
me how he ended up as a guidance counselor at an Alabama 
middle school. I told him how I ended up as the go-to 
guy for electrical power projects. We talked about great 
barbecue and good food in general. The chit-chat was 
jovial and enjoyable.

Finally Ann stuck her head out the door. "How much 
longer? You guys are up to your eyeballs in 
testosterone."

"Never marry a college grad," laughed Jim. "They know 
too many big words. Makes 'em all uppity!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You marry a Marine, you spend two 
decades trainin' 'im to walk without draggin' 'is 
knuckles on the ground!"

"'Cue's ready when ya'll get the table set."

The remainder of the Hardesty clan appeared, bringing 
out paper plates, drinks, casseroles, baked beans, and 
the table was set. WE had a good, no, a great meal. 
Their children were well-behaved, and of course, my 
Cindy knew her way around etiquette, even with food you 
eat with your fingers. After the meal, Ann and the kids 
cleared the table and Jim and I took care of the grill.

"Ya know," he started, "one of the things I studied when 
I was getting my master's was prodigies, Dan."

"Prodigies?" I questioned.

"Yeah. You know. People who are just head and shoulders 
above the crowd."

"Uh-huh," I said, letting him go.

"I think that describes Miss Cindy."

"Seriously? Cindy? I mean, she's smart. She hauls her 
homework over and all I do is check over it. She's got 
it wrapped."

"Yeah. I've talked with her teachers. Not formally, you 
understand, just feeling things out since we had the 
meeting, you know."

"She's not being a problem, is she? I talked to her 
about that rhumb line thing and about showing other 
people up, especially teachers."

"Oh no," Jim said. "Her teachers are using her like an 
aide now. She's helping the slower ones."

I said, "She told me she was helping out in math class."

"And language. And science. And social studies."

"Wow! She hadn't mentioned that."

"Well," said Jim, "that's what is going on. You know, 
Dan, the biggest part of my job is handling problem 
kids, ones that get to the eighth grade that can't read 
or do basic math, or who have personality disorders or 
really, just need a good bit of parenting. Kids like 
Cindy just zip through the system and nobody ever pays 
attention to them because they're not the problem. Most 
times, the teachers just breathe a sigh of relief and 
send 'em on."

"Yeah, I know. Plenty of programs for special education. 
I wish there was something we could do for Cindy. Smart 
kids are special too."

Jim turned to me like a light bulb just went off in his 
head. "Hey! You just gave me an idea."

"Huh?"

"Smart kids are special, too. You said that. Lemme play 
with that a bit."

"How? What?"

Jim smiled. "When a kid is classified as 'special', the 
school has to come up with an IEP, an individualized 
education program, to fit that student."

"Ooooo-kay..." I said.

"Since 'special' usually means the kid is way behind 
other students or can't do the work, and we have tutors 
and remedial classes and stuff. But you know," he said, 
"I never saw anything that said we couldn't run that in 
the OPPOSITE direction. I mean, Cindy's test scores, 
well, she's in the top one percent. Maybe I can work the 
special ed angle for her."

"Well don't get yourself in trouble, Jim," I said. "I'm 
looking at some on-line stuff for her."

"Good! Good!" he laughed. "You do that. Let me know if 
you come up with something. And gimme a week." He closed 
the top of the barbecue pit. "Let's go inside."

I followed him into the house. Cindy, Ann and Teresa 
were sitting in the den. We joined them.

"Where's the boy?" asked Jim.

Ann answered, "Up in his room, playin' video games."

"Bill," Jim hollered, "come down here and be social!"

"In a minute, Dad," came the answer.

"He'll be down here," said Jim. "We don't let him miss 
out on family stuff."

Ann chimed in. "Jim, did you know that Cindy's into 
classical music?"

"No? Really?" asked Jim. "What do you like?"

Cindy smiled. "Ummm, right now I'm listening to baroque 
stuff. Handel. Telemann."

"Handel? Wow? "Water Music"?" Jim asked.

"Oh, gosh, yes! Mr. Dan gave me a CD. The first time I 
listened I had tears in my eyes. It's just so moving! 
It's HUGE!"

"Yes, that's some grand music. Say, didn't Ann tell you 
that she is a violinist?"

"No. Really?" Cindy looked at Ann.

"Yes," Ann said. "I was in the orchestra in college. I 
did a few recitals. But it's really difficult to get 
past that certain point. " She sighed. "And then you 
marry a Marine..."

Jim laughed. "Yeah, you marry a Marine who plays banjo."

I looked at Jim. "You play banjo?"

Jim laughed again. "Hey! This is Alabama. Of course I 
play banjo." He grinned. "But I started out playing 
guitar. Gets girls, yah know!"

"Hey!" chirped Ann. "You need to take care of the girl 
you got!"

"So," I said, "violin and banjo. Sounds like bluegrass 
to me."

Ann's turn. "As a matter of fact, if you call it a 
fiddle, yes, we do. A little."

I saw the bass guitar in the corner. "I can do THAT 
thing. I might be rusty, but I can do that. Straight 
guitar, too. Rusty at that, too."

"Wow, Mr. Dan," she said. "I didn't know you play 
guitar."

"It's been a while. I used to get together with some 
buddies and play. Even did a few clubs. But road work 
killed that. Besides, I don't get excited about the 
music I was playing."

"What'd you play?" questioned Ann.

"Oh, the contemporary country and western stuff. Never 
could find a bluegrass bunch."

Jim said, "Well, let's try some simple stuff. You 
remember the key of G?"

"Oh yeah," I said.

Dan pulled an amp out to plug the bass guitar into, and 
Ann showed up with a violin, and Jim reached behind the 
sofa and retrieved a banjo, and in fits and starts, 
music was made. At first, Cindy was shocked, then her 
expression changed to amusement, then enjoyment as we 
ran through a few old bluegrass tunes.

Jim looked at her. "What'd ya think, Miss Cindy?"

"Wow!"

Ann jumped in. "I love classical music too, but baby, 
this is people's music. We're people. This is the music 
we can make."

Cindy said, "you know, I never heard of music like this 
before. It's great!"

Ann said, "isn't it, now! Jim, let's do one more before 
we get the kids headed to bed."

""Ashokan Farewell"? That's a sad one." And we did. And 
it was sad, haunting, Ann wrung the tears out with her 
bow and Jim's banjo relived dashed hopes and dreams, and 
I saw a tear slide down Cindy's cheek.

Finally we left, thanking our hosts profusely and vowing 
to return.

On the drive home, Cindy said, "There you go again. I 
didn't know you played the guitar."

"Sorry, baby. It never came up. I don't bring one with 
me, usually, so you never asked."

"Yeah, well, remember what I said about making music? 
You guys made music. That's wonderful. And powerful."

"And fun. Don't forget fun!"

"Speaking of fun..." she said as we pulled into the RV 
park, "I asked Mizz Helen for a key to the pool since 
she's closing it tomorrow. Let's go for a swim."

"But it's dark."

The little thing grinned. "Yeah. Dark. And nobody else 
is around."

We emerged from the trailer again in bathing suits. This 
time she was wearing her bikini, wrapped in towel. She 
unlocked the gate and we slid into the water. It felt 
wonderful. Cindy pushed up against me and kissed me. 
This was not our normal pool activity. But then the pool 
was off limits after dark.

I kissed her back. She backed away from me and reached 
behind her back. The bikini top was off.

"Cindy!"

"Plans, Dan!" She ducked under water and then laid her 
bikini bottom on the edge of the pool. "One of us needs 
to get with the program."

"Uh-huh!" I stripped my trunks off. They joined her 
bikini poolside. She cuddled up against me in the water.

"I could beat you swimming now, for sure," she giggled. 
"You seem to have developed a drag-inducing protrusion, 
sir."

"I wonder why. It's not right that beautiful young girls 
should seduce older men in the pool at night."

Giggles. "Yes, but sometimes it's the only way young 
girls can get old men to do 'em in the pool."

And we played. Toyed with each other. And finally ended 
up with me backed against the edge of the pool, her legs 
wrapped around me, our mouths merged, mating, climaxing 
together in the water. She held onto me for luscious 
minutes afterward.

Finally, we regained full faculties. "Babe," I said, "I 
hate to end this, but it's time to get back to the 
house."

"Yeah, I know, but this is the first time I ever skinny-
dipped since I was, like, five. And it's the first time 
I ever made love in the water."

"But it won't be the last. For any of that." I reached 
for my trunks and slipped them on.

Cindy said, "Get my bikini!" I grabbed it. Both pieces 
together weren't a full handful. I held it out to her. 
"Nuh-uh! I'm goin' nude!" She giggled and jumped out of 
the water, her body wet and glistening in the light of a 
half-moon.

"You're gonna get us thrown in jail, baby," I pled.

"Oh, I'm gonna wrap this towel around me. But YOU will 
know that I'm nude!" she smiled and slipped on her pool 
slippers. And wrapped the towel around her. It barely 
covered from the gentle curve atop her breasts to just 
below the cleft of her pussy. And I could see her eyes 
laughing as I got out of the pool. We walked hand in 
hand back to the trailer. She stood on the step, turned 
around to me, smiled, and dropped the towel, then backed 
through the door.

I got inside, closing the door behind me, locking it. 
"You are one sexy little thing!"

"I'm YOUR sexy little thing!" She giggled delightedly 
and tugged me toward the bed, hauling in between her 
spread thighs. I was hard, and she was eager and I 
penetrated her in one swift motion. "Mmmm!" she sighed, 
"My life is so much better with you, Dan..."

"I don't think I was even living before I met, you, 
Cindy!" Her legs wrapping around my hips was sign that 
she was serious about another time, and despite the fact 
that we were only a half-hour from the previous 
coupling, Cindy's enthusiasm found its way to my dick. I 
plunged into her eagerly, finding her hips meeting me on 
every stroke. Soon we were both in the throes of rising 
orgasms.

I heard her "Nnnnnnnn" as she climbed her mountain. We 
kissed. Our kiss broke as our pubic mounds mashed 
together time after time, and then I felt her kiss my 
chest. Then the kiss took on suction. And then her teeth 
started closing on a bit of me. And this was harder than 
the usual nips we used when toying with each other. I 
was on the edge of pain as I heard her go 
"Nnnnnnnghhhhh!" through clenched teeth. I felt her hips 
push upward, meeting my thrust, driving me deep inside 
her, then I felt the clenching, spasming walls of her 
pussy as she climaxed. And all that, well, that was more 
than enough for me. I squirted my load, spurt after 
spurt, deep inside her. My Cindy knew what was going on, 
and little wiggles of her hips augmented the clenches of 
her pussy. Her teeth released me and she pulled my face 
to hers and we kissed.

The kiss finally broke, letting me see a bright-eyed, 
smiling, breathless Cindy. "Wow!" she said. "Does 
getting THAT excited mean I'm one of those exhibition 
people?"

"Either that, or you like teasing me."

She giggled again. "I know that teasing you gets me 
going." She looked at my chest. "Ohmigod! Look at what I 
did to your chest!" I looked. There was a bruise 
forming. Around teeth marks. "I am so sorry, baby! I 
didn't mean to hurt you!"

"You didn't hurt me, sweetie. If I was hurt, I couldn't 
have done what we just finished."

"So it, like, felt GOOD?"

"Yeah! I guess it did. I guess I saw it as a sign of 
your intensity."

She smiled. "That WAS pretty intense."

"Mmm-hmmm," I said. "But I need a shower now..."

"Me too. I wish this place had a shower big enough for 
both of us..."

"I do too, baby, but when I spec'ed it out, I didn't 
figure that I'd ever find anyone like you to live in 
it..."

"I understand. But we can have our weekends, right?"

Hotels. With big showers. "Yes, ma'am!" I laughed. "Now 
go make sure that you don't show up in class smelling 
like last night's orgy..." I watched her stroll naked to 
the shower, softly curved ass moving seductively. She 
cast a last look over her shoulder before entering the 
little bathroom. I laid out my clothes for the next day 
and she was out. I went in, rinsed down, and shaved. She 
was drying her hair went I got out. I helped her brush 
those copper locks out, and then we went to bed. To 
sleep this time. With me spooned up behind her, her butt 
nestled against my happy, satiated dick, the top of her 
head smelling clean and fresh, my arm around her. She 
took my hand in hers and moved it to cover one perfect 
breast.


-= Chapter Sixteen =-

And the alarm went off on Monday morning. We shared a 
very sensual cuddle and got up and started the rest of 
the routine. By seven I was out the door headed to work 
and she was waiting for the school bus.

Arrived at the project, just like always. Walked in, 
fired up the computer, started a pot of coffee and was 
tapping out the replay to an email when Sara walked in.

Her first words were, "That was some cute young lady you 
brought in Friday."

"Yeah, she's a cutie, all right. She's also scary smart. 
I started helping her with her homework and she was 
interested in what engineers do, so I told her that if 
she had good grades, I'd bring her out for the tour."

"That was sweet of you. What'd she think?" Sara asked.

I smiled. "She says she wants to be like you and make 
people's lives miserable."

"Uh, she didn't say THAT!"

"No, really, she did, but she was laughing. I told her 
what you really do."

Sara laughed, "What? Sit around all day eatin' bon-bons 
and polishin' my nails?"

"That too," I laughed.

The rest of my day was normal, except for hearing at 
least a dozen comments about Cindy's visit. Most of them 
were suitable for polite company, but it WAS a 
construction site, and a couple of the comments were 
somewhat suggestive. "Jailbait" was in one of them. 
"They didn't have THOSE when I was young" was a comment 
from an older co-worker.

Finally Monday came to an end and I drove to the RV 
park. Cindy was at the office with Helen when I checked 
in.

"Cindy says ya'll have had a busy weekend," Helen said.

"Yeah, you and the judge Friday, a concert Saturday, 
supper at Jim Hardesty's house yesterday. I had to go to 
work to get some rest."

Cindy smiled. "Anybody say anything about me there 
Friday?"

"EVERYBODY asked about you," I said. "You are a 
memorable thing on a construction site."

"Do you have homework?" I asked.

"The normal stuff. Mr. Hardesty waved at me in the hall 
today, too. That's pretty cool, you playing music with 
him and Mizz Ann."

"Ya'll played music?" Helen questioned.

"Yeah, his wife plays fiddle, he plays banjo, and I can 
do a little on a bass guitar and we did some bluegrass 
stuff."

"Awww! I wish I could've heard that," she said.

"I dunno," I said, "I'm kind of rusty. But it was fun."

Cindy said, "They were GOOD! I never heard live music 
before, and they were having fun!"

We laughed and chatted for a while longer before Cindy 
and I headed to our trailer. "I looked at her. "We need 
to go find you a bicycle."

"What kind of bicycle?"

I said, "Nothing too fancy. Just something we can ride 
around parks and stuff. We'll go tomorrow. No, wait. I 
promised Jim Hardesty I'd meet him at the airport. He's 
got the flying itch again."

"Can I come?" Cindy asked.

"Of course. You're my little shadow, as far as Jim's 
concerned."

She smiled. "That sounds good. What are we doing this 
evening? I mean, the pool's closed."

"I know," I said. "Wanna go for a ride before dinner?"

"Yeah. And we can end up at that salad place for dinner. 
It'll be good for us."

"You got it, sweetie," I said. We drove off. I had a 
goal in mind, acting on advice from some co-workers, I 
had a lead on a secluded campsite not too far away from 
the park. That's where we headed. It was one of those 
"and then turn off the paved road" places, and just 
wouldn't have been accessible to a vehicle less capable 
than my big pickup truck, but after a bit of trying, 
with Cindy squealing a couple of times as we rode 
through some rather muddy spots, we emerged on the bank 
of a creek deep in the woods.

"So this is the place?" she asked. "We're gonna come 
camp here? And sleep in a tent? And it's supposed to be 
fun?"

"Yep!" I said. "We try it at least one time. If you 
don't like it, we don't do it anymore. If you do like 
it, well, then we can do it again." We got out and 
walked around. There was a space between the tree line 
and the creek, about twenty yards of short grass, and 
then a sandy bank. There was evidence of some previous 
camping activity, but here between hunting season and 
summer, it was deserted and I was told that very little 
activity ever occurred. And that there were no questions 
about people camping there. I saw the creek, clear, 
swift water, suitable for swimming and bathing, and 
there was enough fallen deadwood for a fire, and I was 
pretty sure that we'd have to visit the place soon.

Cindy looked around, walked down to the water's edge. 
"We can swim here?"

"Yeah. Don't know how deep it is, though. And it's 
probably cold. Looks cold."

As I was saying this, Cindy was slipping her shoes and 
socks off. I watched step into the creek. "Yes, it is 
cold. Not too bad, but a lot colder than the pool."

"That'll make your nipples perkier than usual."

"Ummm," she giggled. "You're a dirty old man, thinkin' 
about a young girl's nipples."

"Actually I'm thinking of a moonlit skinny dip.."

She laughed. "Exactly what I had in mind, love," she 
said. "I wish it was dark right now..."

"Me too," I said. "Maybe next weekend, huh?" This 
comment was just as a canoe with a couple of paddlers 
rounded the bend from upstream. I gestured in that 
direction. "That's why we're not naked right now..."

"Uh-huh." She smiled. And we waved at the people in the 
canoe, watched as they passed, paddles glistening in the 
sunlight. Then we returned to the truck and rumbled back 
through the woods and up the road to the little 
restaurant.

The ladies who owned the place recognized us 
immediately. I knew it wasn't me they remembered. It was 
that red hair and green eyes of my young partner. We 
were seated immediately and along with menus we were 
informed of some specials that they couple whip 
together, delicious-sounding combinations of vegetables 
and pork or chicken. We dined well, and afterward as the 
table was cleared, we talked with first one, then both 
the owners about the business and the area. It was a 
pleasant evening.

It was even more pleasant getting Cindy home before 
eight and lounging around on the sofa, deliciously 
entangled together after our showers, then to bed for a 
gentle and satisfying sharing of love.

***

Tuesday came and we stepped through the routine. It was 
a pleasant thing to leave the trailer with Cindy's kiss 
on my lips and the scent of her in my head. Work was 
work. No big fires to put out. No hurdles to jump. That 
was one reason that I was hired, to keep excitement at a 
low level. Four o'clock and I was running out the gate.

When I got to the park, I found my jeans-clad baby 
talking with Helen at the front office. "Hi, Helen," I 
said.

"Hey, Dan," she replied. "Charley was impressed Friday 
night."

"Must've been Cindy." This got a smile from Cindy.

"Actually, it was both of you. He told me that after 
meeting you two, he was quite a bit more certain that 
he'd made the right decision."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," Helen continued. "Said he was surprised you 
showed up wearing a suit and Cindy looked very proper 
and pretty and he could see how you two belonged 
together."

Cindy said, "He's a nice man. He knows how to tell 
stories."

Helen laughed. "Yes, he does. I just wanted ya'll to 
know what he thought."

"I was wondering," I said. "He's everything I'd imagined 
he'd be. You two an item yet?"

It was Helen's turn to blush. "You know... I just might 
be makin' that decision. It's gotten to the point that 
we had supper with his son and his family."

"And the son approved?"

"Yeah. The son used to go to the huntin' camp with his 
dad and my husband, and I used to run the camp every 
fall. He knows me. I used to feed 'im pie and run 'im 
out of my kitchen."

"Oh, great! You pissed off the DA."

Helen laughed. "Yeah. Cindy says you're goin' to go 
flyin' with her guidance counselor?"

"Yeah. You know he's a Marine pilot?"

"That's what Cindy said."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. "And if you'll excuse me, I need 
to go change shoes. It's hard to fly wearin' steel-toe 
boots."

"Ya'll go have fun," Helen laughed.

Cindy and I left and scooted over to the trailer. Once 
inside, my original task of changing shoes was extended 
just a little bit while we kissed. Then we were out the 
door and on the road.

"You're in the back seat today, sweetie."

"I figured that part out. I'll be okay." She smiled. 
"But we haven't flown since the first time. I really 
want to go again."

"We will, babe. And we're going to fly home in it for 
Thanksgiving, too."

Squeal. "We're going to your real home?"

"Nope," I said. "We're going to my OLD home. 
Thanksgiving with my sister and brother."

Her brow wrinkled. "Your OLD home?"

"Yes. My new home is wherever WE are."

"Awwww.... You're so sweet." She paused a second, 
thinking. "But what are you going to tell your sister 
and brother?"

"Just a teeny tiny little lie. I'm going to tell them 
you're eighteen. And we're married."

Another squeal. "You think they'll believe you?"

"What are they gonna do, ask to see your driver's 
license?"

Green eyes narrowed. "I don't know..."

I continued, "They're my brother and sister. I don't 
think we have a problem."

We were unlocking the T-hangar when Jim Hardesty drove 
up. "Hi, Dan! Hi, Miss Cindy!" he said.

"Hi, Mr. Hardesty," Cindy chirped.

Hey, Jim. Push a door." He and I pushed the doors open 
on the hangar, revealing the other woman in my life.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said. "She looks nice, Dan!"

I laughed. "Cindy? Or the plane."

Jim chuckled. "Both. But Cindy's not forty. You spent 
some bucks keepin' this old girl in THIS shape."

"I spent a dime or two. Engine's been overhauled to new. 
And the prop. And I gave a mechanic a blank check on the 
airframe. She's not show quality, but she sure is 'go' 
quality. Let's drag 'er out." We pushed the plane out 
onto the apron and the three of us did the pre-flight. 
Cindy climbed the ladder to check fuel levels with a 
dipstick.

While she was up on the ladder, Jim asked, "She knows 
what she's doing?"

"Showed her once. That's all it takes with Cindy."

"Yeah. That's what her teachers say."

"Uh, guys, it's NOT polite to talk about somebody when 
she's right there," Cindy said. "Mr. Dan, you have about 
three-quarters of a tank. Twice." She climbed down and 
before I could do it, she folded the ladder and carried 
it back to the hangar.

Cindy was the first into the plane, buckling herself 
into the back seat. Jim took the passenger seat, 
"because it's YOUR plane and I haven't flown in a 
decade." And I got in the pilot's seat. In five more 
minutes we were in the air and Jim was at the controls, 
his round face grinning.

I spoke into my headset. "It's yours. Just remember, 
plus four G's, minus three, and Cindy's on her SECOND 
flight of her life and there's only two barf bags."

"Oh, man," Jim said. "This is great. I know. I already 
tried to find the gun switch."

We flew around. Jim ran us through the operating 
envelope: slow, hanging on the prop, and steep turns, 
and a few stalls. I looked over my shoulder hoping that 
Cindy was turning green. Cindy was grinning widely. 
"Mister Dan, you didn't show me all THIS stuff the first 
time!"

Dan popped in, "Oh, I'm sorry Cindy! Am it getting' too 
radical?"

"Oh, no sir! This is GREAT!"

I smiled. Two happy people. Make that three. Me too. We 
made a great circuit of the local area, then the shadows 
on the ground started to lengthen and it was time to go 
home.

"Plane's yours, Dan," said Jim. "I've never landed a 
taildragger."

"Then follow along with me. Just requires some footwork 
and make sure you're pointed in the direction you're 
traveling when the wheels touch down." We shot a couple 
of touch and goes and then landed for real, taxing to 
the hangar.

I grabbed Cindy by the waist and helped her down as the 
three of us exited. We pushed the plane back into the 
hangar and closed and locked the door.

"Wow!" Jim laughed. "That was great! Makes me want to 
get current again." And my own...

"It's expensive, man."

"Yeah, I know," said Jim. "But I'm thinking of long 
vacations and stuff, an' this one'll do the whole 
family."

"Yeah, it will. You should've seen what they were 
haulin' with it in Alaska."

"This was a bush plane?"

"Yep. I flew it back to the Lower 48 after I finished a 
job up there."

"Man! I might have to dip into the savings for one of 
these."

"Wanna go to dinner with me an' Cindy? That's our next 
stop." I smiled.

"Yeah, Mister Jim. Come have dinner!" Cindy injected.

"Noah, thanks, but I need to get home tonight. But, 
golly, thanks!" Jim shook hands with both of us. Cindy 
waved as he drove off.

"You sure made HIM happy!" she smiled. "And me too! All 
those maneuvers... He knows what he's doing?"

"Baby, he's a Marine aviator. He's so far above me in 
pilot cred that it's scary. He knows everything we did 
today. It's just that with this little plane, the 
numbers are all different. Like a baby carriage compared 
with an Indy car."

"Oh... But it's your plane. You can do all that stuff in 
YOUR plane."

"Yes, I can. And since I am now convinced that you won't 
barf all over, I will show you what we did and why." I 
paused. "Come on. We have a stop to make before supper."

We got in the truck and drove off. The stop was the 
local jewelry store. To pick up a pair of rings. I got 
out, went inside, and came back out, handing Cindy the 
little velvet-covered box.

She started to open it.

"Nope! Not yet. When we get home after supper."

Her eyes glittered. "Then we're having TV dinners for 
supper. Drive straight home. Fast."

"Now ain't this just great! I present the love of my 
life with a ring, and she marks the occasion with TV 
dinners?!?!?"

Cindy giggled. That giggle. It melted my heart. On the 
fifteen minute drive home she cradled the little box in 
both hands, clasped to her chest. When we pulled up to 
the trailer, she dashed to the door, her key in one 
hand, the box in the other.

"Slow down," I said. I thought she'd be on the sofa. As 
I locked the door behind me, I saw her at the opposite 
end of the trailer, kneeling in the bed. Her face was 
turned toward me, waiting.

"Let's do this right," I said. I sat on the edge of our 
bed. "Open the box."

Her eyes were wide as she opened it, revealing two gold 
rings, filigreed, just as she'd shown me.

"Oh, Dan..." she sighed.

I took the smaller ring and holding her left hand, I 
slid it onto the ring finger. And kissed her. "My Cindy. 
Forever!"

"Oh, Dan..." She took the other ring and I held my hand 
up. She slid it onto my finger. And slid herself into my 
arms. And I hugged her to me, hearing her whisper 
breathlessly, "My Dan forever! I love you!"

"D'you like them?"

"Oh, god, YES! That's the one I showed you! And you got 
YOU one, too!"

"Because I want to be as much YOURS as you are mine!" 
This got me kisses. Bunches. Some longer than the 
others. "But sweetie," I explained, "I can't wear mine 
all the time like you can."

"I know..." she sighed. "On YOU it's a wedding ring."

"That's how people will see it. At work, that's hard to 
explain."

"I know..."

"But every chance I get, I'll have this ring on my 
finger."

She took my hand to her lips and kissed the ring. "I 
know you love me, Dan. And you got us rings. Like we're 
married."

"As far as I'm concerned, baby, we ARE married. When I 
tell my brother and sister, I won't be lying. The only 
thing is that we haven't done it in public records, 
because we just CAN'T."

"I know, baby." She hugged me. Hard. Pulled me down onto 
the bed and climbed on top of me and showered me with 
kisses.

"Married means forever. What's mine is yours and what's 
yours is mine."

She interrupted. "But I don't have anything."

"You sweet, sweet thing. You ARE everything. The riches 
of the universe. And everything I have, I give to you."

More kisses. She was tugging at my shirt, pulling it, 
unbuttoning. She stood up and began undressing herself. 
"You do you. I'll do me. And then it'll be US. Naked."

And that is a good thing. Thirty minutes later, the 
orgasm score was Cindy 2, Me 1. And it was shower time. 
And finally the TV dinners went in the microwave.

And life was good. Very good. Friday night we camped 
out, just like we'd talked about. Skinny-dipped in the 
creek in the moonlight. Made love, then lay together 
under the stars, safe from insects in my screened tent, 
but still able to marvel at the heavens. It was still 
warm enough at night to only need a light cover, so we 
lay on one unzipped sleeping bag and covered with the 
other. I didn't push the "cook breakfast over an open 
fire" bit. When the sun came up, we splashed into the 
creek to wake up and then broke camp and headed back to 
civilization for breakfast, then back to the storage 
unit to unload the gear, and then to the airfield.

This time the flying was more of a lesson than the 
oohing and ahhhing of previous events. Cindy wanted to 
know HOW. I showed her. We chatted back and forth over 
the intercom as I showed and told her what to do and 
why. Two hours and she was understanding much, but I 
knew that she needed a practice to turn thought into 
subtle movements and pressures to fly smoothly. But I 
knew that would come.

We returned to the airfield at lunch and at her 
insistence we ended up at a burger joint. I had a burger 
stuffed in my mouth when she said, "Let's fly someplace 
next weekend. You know, for overnight."

"You know, that's a good idea, babe," I said. "I can get 
us a rental car when we get there, and a reservation at 
a hotel, and we'll have a new city to play in."

"Why didn't we do this before?" Her eyebrow was arched 
at me.

"I dunno. I was just so happy running you around here. 
Flying will get us a three hundred mile range for the 
weekend." I was thinking we had four adjacent states to 
play with.

She was thinking about more flying, among other things. 
"Let's go back to the field and get the charts. You can 
show me flight planning again."

"Okay, babe!" I watched that sassy body bounce out of 
the eatery ahead of me to the truck. Fourteen! And so 
much potential. And so perfect it made my eyes water. We 
complied with her wish. While we were there, we chatted 
up another recreational pilot. He let Cindy sit in his 
sixty year old airplane. She was tickled by it.

Back in the truck, I said, "Okay, now what?" It's mid-
afternoon."

"You said I needed a bike."

"Right! Let's go to town." "Town" was the big city an 
hour's drive away. I knew there had to be a bike shop 
somewhere. We found it. The salesman found a mountain 
bike with a frame that would work for Cindy, I got a 
bike rack that would fit in the bed of my pickup truck, 
and we headed back home, stopping by the storage place 
again so I could pick up my bike.

She already knew what it looked like, and said so. "Like 
mine, except the frame's bigger, huh?"

"Yep. My leg's longer. Want to go ride around the park?"

She smiled. That's a good place to start. It's been a 
few years since I rode a bike. There's no traffic in the 
park."

Which put me riding a bicycle behind a Cindy clad in 
shorts and a t-shirt. Watching that perfect butt as she 
pedaled ahead of me - yes, there is truly poetry in 
motion. I spent some time observing it, then, "Dannn! 
Ride beside me!"

"Okay," I answered, " we can do that here, but on the 
street we have to ride single file."

"I know. But we're in a park."

So that's the way we rode. Nope, not spandex-clad 
bicycle nuts, just two people enjoying the beginnings of 
fall air on a Saturday afternoon, and yes, it was 
exercise. The Saturday park population was maybe ten 
RV's. Two families had kids. A couple of them were on 
bicycles also. And with the change in seasons, Helen's 
snowbirds were coming in, people from the northern 
states migrating south ahead of the cold. These were 
older folks, and they were clustered on groups, 
socializing. Some of them waved as we rode by. We put an 
hour in, lazily pedaling around, then locked the bikes 
up at the trailer.

Entering our little nest, Cindy said, "Dan, I really 
need a shower."

"Me too, babe! We've done a lot today."

"Wouldn't it be nice if we could shower together?"

"Yes it would. Are you thining..."

She finished the thought. "that we should go find us a 
motel with a big shower?"

"A kiss would make me do that." I got my kiss. And I 
flipped open my cell phone and punched a number. A 
couple of minutes later, I hung up and looked toward the 
bedroom. Cindy was zipping up her overnight bag. Mine 
was on the bed beside her.

Giggle. "We're packed!"

"Let's go, then!" We kissed before heading out the door. 
She crawled in the pickup, pushing the console up out of 
the way, then buckling in the passenger seat, leaving a 
huge space between us, but she was grinning as we left 
the park and got onto the open road.

Five miles later she was sitting beside me. Her eyes 
were sparkling as she played with the gold band on her 
finger. "I can't believe you got me this, baby," she 
said. "and you have yours on, too!"

I waved my ring at her. "You bet, baby!"

***

The month of October passed, and then half of November. 
The first cold fronts made their way down south, and we 
saw our first frost of the winter a couple of weeks 
early, according to Helen. "It's that global warming," 
she laughed.

On a practical note, living in a travel trailer made us 
very cognizant of the seasons. Winter meant keeping an 
eye on the propane bottles that heated the place. It 
also meant that I spent colder nights with the warming 
influence of a fourteen year old form cuddled up next to 
me.

The first one of those mornings, as good luck would have 
it, was a Saturday morning, and with no alarm clock 
driving the day, we eased awake in each other's arms. 
The previous evening was rainy, presaging the coming 
cold front. And because I was bouncing in bed with a 
sexy fourteen year old redhead, I forgot to set the 
thermostat, so forties on the outside translated to 
fifties on the inside, and green eyes just barely 
peeking over the blanket.

"'S cold, Dan!"

"I know, babe. I should've turned the thermostat on to 
heat." I got out of bed. The temperature made the floor 
cold and bare feet stepped spritely as I reached the 
thermostat and flipped it on, then raced back to dive 
under the covers. I knew EXACTLY what to do next. Cold 
feet. Warm girl. BINGO!

Screech!!! "Your feet are ICE!"

"But sweetie, you're sooooo warm!" I laughed, cuddling 
her giggly form in my arms. Kissing Cindy in the morning 
was finding the universe in harmony.

"Mmmmmm, baby. We sleep sooooo good together. But it's 
even BETTER when it's cold and WE'RE warm!" And then 
"What's it like to make love UNDER a blanket?" And a 
hand found my dick, already hard. She pushed me over 
onto my back, climbing on top of me, then kissing me a 
quick peck, and then saying, "Nope! You gotta be on 
top!"

We rolled together, her legs spreading to accept me. A 
wiggle had me sliding into a tight but oh so accepting 
pussy. I reached full penetration to her sigh. She drew 
a breath and as our eyes met, she giggled. "We're so 
perfect together, Dan. We feel sooo darned perfect!"

I kissed her perfect nose, drew back enough to see the 
scattering of freckles across it, and answered, "Yes 
indeed we do, cutie!" And was part of the wonder of 
making love with Cindy. She was giggling, laughing, 
savoring, eyes laughing at the pure joy of coupling, 
right up to the point where she'd bite her bottom lip, a 
sure sign of impending orgasm. And our bodies on this 
cool morning merged with each other and in some minutes 
of kissing and grasping and pushing and sliding and the 
bottom lip was pressed by perfect white teeth, the 
eyelashes fluttered over improbable green, and I 
struggled to hold my own until I felt her first spasm, 
then I released with her.

"I'm hot NOW!" she announced, throwing the bedclothes 
off us. "and we're gonna have a mess!"

The "mess", of course, was what we'd have from leaking 
juices from a happy and vigorous coupling. "I'm gonna 
clean MY end!" she announced, and spun around, 
presenting me with a view that, although I'd seen it 
many times in the last three months, was always new and 
exciting, and I happily lapped her juicy pussy clean, 
again listening to happy giggles, then an 
"Nnnnnnnnngghhhhh!" through clenched teeth as she came 
once again. When she recovered and turned back around to 
put her head on my chest, she dragged the bedspread up 
with her, covering us up again.

"This is gonna be the BEST winter EVER!" she told me.

"Yes it is, angel. And I've already had forty-two of 
'em." I cradled her in my arms, stroking her red head, 
selling the remnants of the dab of perfume she always 
seems to dab on before going to bed with me. It was just 
a dab, and sometimes it was her throat, sometimes the 
nape of her neck, sometimes behind an ear, occasionally 
between her perky breasts, or right on her pubic mound, 
her muffin, and I always took time to search for it. 
Last night it was on the back of her neck, under her 
hair, and I kissed the spot. "Mmmmmm!"

Of course the cooler air meant that the bicycle rides 
were now going to be in jeans, but she defined the 
effect of jeans on the female form, bent over the 
handlebars, her legs pedaling, the musculature smoothly 
flowing under blue denim.

Another thing, too. A couple more visits to the 
Hardesty's and he and his wife Ann and I decided we were 
ready for the public. And Cindy had a voice. And one 
Saturday evening we played our first public show at the 
RV park pavilion, our audience twenty or thirty weekend 
residents. We weren't good enough to do requests, and 
our repertoire was limited to a few bluegrass favorites, 
but the ticket price, i.e., free, and the accessibility, 
we showed up, and sometimes enthusiasm covers up the 
occasional (all too occasional) wrong note or missed 
chord change, and a fourteen year old redhead with a 
microphone and a sweet, although untrained, voice, we 
got ovations.

Deeper into November, another milestone loomed. 
Thanksgiving. I had a mandatory invitation to my 
sister's house for Thanksgiving. She lived in the same 
town that we grew up in, the town where I owned a home, 
and it was pre-planned that I would be there.

Thanksgiving week at the project, we were fighting the 
schedule. My stuff was on track, even a bit ahead, but 
other parts were lagging, fighting, and it was ordained 
that we would work the Monday and Tuesday of 
Thanksgiving week.

And that week was coming.


-= Chapter Seventeen =-

Wednesday, the week before Thanksgiving, I walked into 
the office trailer at the project. Sara was moving 
another stack of paperwork onto a growing pile.

"Be careful, lady," I said. "Safety's gonna put 
barricade tape around that stack!"

"Don't I know," she laughed. "I'm so far behind. I need 
to hire a temp to do some filing."

"why'n't ya get one?"

"Too much hassle. Just for a couple of days' work."

"Cindy's out of school that week. She's gonna hang 
around the park anyway. I can ask her..."

"You mean, Cindy, the Engineer's Apprentice?" Cindy'd 
made three more trips to the site, second with a few 
more of her classmates, with me as tour guide, the third 
and fourth, just by herself. And that fourth trip, a 
couple of the other engineers whom she'd questioned 
presented her with a pocket protector filled with pens 
and pencils. And a hard hat with her name on it. She was 
almost a mascot.

"Yeah. I think she'd do it. She LIKES you. Don't ask me 
why."

Sara laughed. "Because I am an island of femininity, 
charm and sanity in this pool of testosterone."

"Uh, yeah, that's got to be it. Say, 'dyou think we can, 
like, PAY her?"

Sara's eyes twinkled. "Let me run it by the boss, but 
he's seen Cindy. I think we can cover a couple days at 
six or seven buck an hour. Ask her." 

"I will. I sure will."

During a lull in the day, I called my sister. She picked 
up. "Hey, Tootie!" I said. "Looks like we got all the 
arrangements made. We're comin' home for Thanksgiving."

"We?" Sister's actual name was Adele. Nobody called her 
that. She was Tootie to everybody she knew. "What's with 
"we"? Last time we talked, you had a girlfriend."

"Not anymore. Married her."

"No shit!" Tootie sometimes lacked decorum. "When?"

"A week after the last time we talked. You ought to call 
more often."

"Phone works both ways, brother," she laughed. "Oh, 
well. You're a big boy. What's she like?"

"Like eighteen."

"Whaaaaaat? Are you crazy? You're joking, right?"

"Nope. Dead serious. And get this. She's a certified 
genius. After she graduates, she's going to college for 
engineering."

Incredulous noises. "She hasn't even graduated? You 
married a high school girl? Wait! She not pregnant, is 
she?"

I coughed. "I'm hurt. You know I got fixed after 
Catherine was born."

Yeah, but they can reverse those things."

"No, she's not pregnant. Anyway, I need you to get my 
house opened up and aired out. You can do it yourself if 
you want. Or hire somebody. I'll pay. I just want it 
ready when we get there next Wednesday."

"I'll do it," she said. "You can pay me." She snorted.

"Who all's gonna be there?"

"For Thanksgiving dinner? Me and Mike, you and 
whoever..."

Cindy. Here name's Cindy."

"Okay. You and Cindy. And Jerry and Sheila."

"What about the kids?"

"Not gonna be here for Thanksgiving. One of mine is 
stationed in Europe with his wife."

"Yeah, I know." Her son was twenty two and in the army.

"And Debbie's in California with her husband."

"Okay. And Jerry's sons?"

"Neither of them are gonna be here. One's working four 
states over and the other just joined the air force."

"Oooo-kay! I was just wondering." I heard my desk phone 
ring. "Hey, Toot! I goota get another call. I'll talk to 
you later."

"Okay, brother! I gotta go spread the news... Bye!"

***

That afternoon when I got to the park, it was darkening. 
The lights were on in the office and I saw Helen and 
Cindy through the window, along with an elderly couple 
who belonged to a big motor home parked a couple of 
spots down. I walked in. "Hi, Helen. Hi Cindy. Hello, 
folks!"

Helen handed me a couple of envelopes, my mail. "Here ya 
go, Dan." She nodded to the old couple. "These people 
are wondering if you and the Hardesty's are gonna do a 
show this weekend."

The old guy said, "Heck with THEM! Just let this little 
cutie stand on the stage an' sing!"

"Oh, George!" his wife chided. And to me and Cindy, "You 
people were very entertaining. This old goat and I loved 
it!"

"I'll see what I can do, folks," I said. "We may be up 
for another round of public embarrassment, huh Cindy?"

She smiled, "Yessir. It was a strange an' wonderful 
experience. Ya'll were strange an' I was wonderful."

The old couple laughed out loud.

Helen said, "and besides singing, she's a comedienne, 
too. Dan, try to get the Hardesty's. I'll bring the 
judge. Even if he don't like banjo music."

Cindy chirped brightly, "The judge is Mizz Helen's 
boyfriend."

"Ooohhhh," said the lady. "That's nice! Anyway, I'm 
going to drag my old goat home. I hope you play this 
weekend!"

"G'nite!" Cindy said as they exited.

After they left, I said, "Cindy, Mizz Sara wants to know 
if you want to work for her Monday and Tuesday of next 
week."

Squeal! "She does? What's he want me to do?"

"Help her with her filing. I know you know the 
alphabet."

"I can do that," she said.

Helen looked at me. "Really?"

"Yes ma'am! Cindy's got her first job. They'll even pay 
her. Cash!"

Helen smiled. "Ain't that somethin'. What about Saturday 
night?"

I looked at Cindy. "You up to it, princess?"

"Yep! I'm a star!"

"Yes you are! The brightest star in Beanpole, Alabama!" 
I flipped open my cell phone and punched up a number.

"Jim," I said.

"Heeeyyyy, Dan! What's up?"

"I got us another gig for Saturday night if you an' the 
missus are up for it."

"Oh, just a second." Off the phone I heard him put the 
question to the wife. He got back on the phone. "Yep! 
We're up for it. Same astronomical pay?"

"Yeah, and the undying admiration of a couple dozen 
aging Yankees."

"Six thirty?"

That'll work." "'Kay. Cindy's gonna sing?"

"Yep!"

"Great! The crowd won't boo a pretty girl." He laughed.

"Then between Cindy and Ann we're safe, huh?"

"You got that right, buddy. She hollering for supper 
now. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, buddy! Talk to you later!" I turned to Helen and 
Cindy. "Helen, tell the judge to put on his overalls for 
Saturday night. We're on!"

"That's great!" Helen exclaimed. "We'll be there."

"As long as you don't expect too much," I laughed.

Cindy added, "WE have fun. Looks like some people enjoy 
that."

Helen smiled as we bid her good night, climbing into the 
truck. Once inside, Cindy asked, "D'you think we're 
riding enough to be able to do catfish tonight?"

"Yeah," I said. "I think so."

"Then catfish for supper." And we headed out the park 
gate.

Thursday mid-morning, my cell phone rang. I looked at 
the screen. Helen. "Hey, Helen. What's up?"

"Jim Hardesty just called. Wants to know if he can see 
us tomorrow at 9AM."

"Trouble?"

"No," she said. "He said he wanted to talk about 
something called an IEP."

"Oh... He mentioned that a while back. Trying to see 
what he can do for Cindy."

"Can you make it? I know it's short notice, but I'd 
rather not go without you there to interpret."

"I can be there."

When I met her and Cindy at the office after work, Cindy 
asked the first question. "What do you think this is 
about?"

"Nothing bad, baby. Dan's trying to get you where you 
can do yourself some good. You're marking time in middle 
school classes."

"Tell me about it. I'm the assistant math teacher now. I 
even do remedial students."

"Good," Helen said. "It's good that you help other 
folks."

Cindy grinned. "It's fun when they want help and want to 
try. I don't work with 'em if they don't want help. The 
real teachers get those."

"I can see where that's a good idea," I said.

The three of us chatted for a few more minutes before we 
exited to go chase the elusive Alabama salad. Having 
made the little restaurant a twice a week destination, 
we were greeted like old friends, and we didn't leave 
immediately after the meal, either, because we usually 
talked with one or both of the owners after the meal.

We returned to the trailer feeling the coolness of a 
fall air. After showers, Cindy said, "Turn the heater 
down. Makes snuggling so much better."

I can find nothing wrong with that sentiment. We stayed 
up playing cards until ten and then I turned the 
thermostat down to fifty-five and crawled into bed, 
aiming for a spot beside Cindy. Except Cindy was a 
moving target and I ended up between her legs, her arms 
around my neck, and her face home to big smile. We 
kissed.

"D'you know that I love you?" Another kiss.

"Yes, I do, little girl," I said. "And I love you too." 
I felt her moving her crotch underneath me, her moist 
slit engulfing my hardening dick.

She giggled. Another wiggle and I slid inside her and 
she sighed. "Mmmmmm... You feel sooo good, babe!"

"We really do, don't we?"

"Uh-hmmmm..." Her mobile form was surging against me, 
meeting my thrusts with her own enhancements. Then she 
giggled. "Let me suck you, babe. Sixty-nine?"

"Oh, yeah!" I said. She spun around, tossing the covers 
off us and presented me with moist pink perfection. Her 
little clit was excitedly peeking out of its home. I 
licked the length of her slit, my tongue ending up 
against its firm little head and I flicked it a couple 
of times, eliciting moans from the lips encircling my 
dick.

"Mmmmm!" she said, holding my dick in her hand. "When 
you do THAT, I'm afraid I'm gonna lose control and bite 
you too hard."

"Babe," I said, "You just bite me as hard as you want. I 
love eating you." And I went back to the happy meal in 
front of me. She hooked her teeth right behind my dick's 
coronal ridge and as promised, her teeth bit. Not hard. 
Just right. And she sucked. And I licked. Her hips 
became more insistent, pushing her pussy against my 
mouth, encouraging me. A subtle change in her flavor 
told me she was just about there. I sucked her clitty in 
between my lips and flicked with my tongue. And she went 
over the edge. My dick came out of her mouth and she 
held it against her cheek as she came. Finally she 
turned her head sideways and chewed on my like an ear of 
corn, then said, "Your turn!" And she sucked me into her 
mouth. The combination of hand, suction and tongue, plus 
the heady scent of her pussy, and I went right over the 
edge myself. After the second spurt, she giggled, 
sucking the subsequent surges from me.

"I love making love with you, babe," she said.

"You're the very best, Cindy. Best ever."

She cuddled into my side, her hand reaching down and 
idly fondling my soft dick. "Really? I mean, you're the 
only man I've ever been with, but I know you've been 
with other women."

"And baby, nobody ever comes close to being a better 
lover than YOU are."

"Really?"

"Really. With others, sometimes I would think afterward, 
if only THIS was different or she did THAT or felt like 
THAT, or stuff. I had my fantasies about how it was 
supposed to be. But then YOU came along, and it never 
crosses my mind that it could be better. And fantasies? 
I didn't have enough imagination to dream of how it is 
making love with you. Really!"

"I love you, Dan. I will never love another man."

"And I will never love another woman. I have this ring 
on my finger, but I have YOU in my heart and in my 
head."

"Thank you, baby." She kissed me and we drifted off to 
sleep in each other's arms, the sounds of great music on 
the stereo. Sweetness in the night was rolling over 
half-awake and feeling her body seek mine, molding 
against me as we shared warmth together.

***

Friday morning and the alarm was on, and we were up and 
bustling around. Our ways parted per the morning 
routine, and I went to work, arranging my events to let 
me get loose to attend the meeting at school.

Nine AM found me walking into Jim Hardesty's office 
behind Cindy and Helen and Jim.

"You folks can sit down," he said.

We sat. Cindy's eyes cut to mine, then Helen's and then 
to Jim.

"Here's a deal I want you to think about."

"Okay," I said. "Lay it on us."

Jim fingered a stack of papers on his desk. "I talked 
with the curriculum people and the standards people and 
we all reviewed Cindy's grades and test scores, and they 
talked with her teachers and the principal. And me."

Cindy fidgeted, uncharacteristically nervous.

"What I came up with, and THEY approved, is a plan that 
has one Miss Cynthia Susan Smith, age fourteen, 
graduating from HIGH SCHOOL with the current high school 
graduating class IF she completes a couple of hurdles.

Cindy giggled. I was just a small bit short of 
flabbergasted. Helen's mouth was ajar.

"She graduates? THIS year?" I asked. "What are the 
conditions?"

Jim smiled. "It all hinges on two tests. Her teachers 
told us that she's TEACHING math and science and history 
and language. This kind of put us in the position of 
having to prove her depth of education, so they say if 
she takes college placement tests, specifically the ACT, 
and scores in the top quintile, and if she takes the 
state's high school exit exam and achieves scores of 
competent or better, they'll give her a diploma. And 
letters of explanation and reference that she can use in 
any university in the state."

Helen looked at me. I looked at Cindy. Cindy was 
smiling. "What?!?!?" I asked her.

"Piece of CAKE!"

It was Jim's turn to look perplexed. "Piece of cake?"

"Yessir," Cindy said, hiding a self-confident smirk, and 
doing a poor job of it. "You see, you have these test 
prep books in the library, and they have sample tests 
for the ACT. And I took 'em. ALL of them. And the lowest 
score I ever got was a twenty-eight."

"My gosh," said Jim. "I had a twenty-three. Twenty-eight 
is inside the top ten percent."

"I managed a twenty-five, and I was an eighteen year old 
geek. I told you she was scary smart."

Helen finally spoke. "SO let me get this straight. By 
next summer, Cindy'll be a high school graduate and 
then..."

Cindy said one word: "College!" She looked at me, then 
Jim. "Engineering school."

Jim snickered. "I guess then, that you folks are 
agreeable with the plan?"

Cindy's eyes twinkled. "They agree."

Helen said, "Hmmmph! I guess I need to see about a 
college fund."

Jim said, "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. I 
called a few people. If she wants to go to state, she's 
got a "gifted" scholarship. Full tuition. Or Auburn"

"Man!" I said. "That's a hundred grand right there."

"Well, ya'll can talk about that later. We're good to go 
with the plan. I talked with the principal about 
attendance, too, and they'd like to see that she makes 
most of the days to the end of the year."

"I can DO that!" Cindy said. "So if I graduate, do I, 
like, get to do that cap and gown thing?"

This got Jim laughing. "Oh, yeah. I used to play 
softball with the principal of the high school and I 
asked him about it. I want to BE there when you walk on 
stage to get your diploma."

That was the end of the conversation. We did a few 
minutes of small talk, then I had to go back to work. 
Jim and I and Helen walked out into the hall after Cindy 
and she was skipping, really skipping, down the hall, 
giggling.

"God knows, sometimes I just LOVE this job," Jim told 
us. "Just love it!"

I drove back to the plant and walked into the office 
trailer. Sara caught my expression.

"DAN! You look like the canary that ate the cat! What's 
up?"

I told her. "Your soon to be file clerk?"

"Cindy?"

"Yeah, little red-headed green-eyed Engineer's 
Apprentice. She graduates from high school this spring."

"B-but... she's FOURTEEN!" She shook her head. "I could 
tell she was something special."

"Yes she is," I said, smiling. "And full scholarship to 
Alabama State or Auburn."

"Dammmmnnnnnn!" and Sara NEVER cussed.

I told her some of the tidbits of the conversation. She 
shook her head.

But there was another conversation when Cindy and I met 
up at the office after school. "Dan, how can I go to 
college and you still work? I mean, you travel."

"Yeah, Dan," Helen said.

"Cool it, guys. First, I don't have to travel any time 
soon. The project runs until at least the end of 
February. And I can see what's around here for me. Maybe 
something nearer to the college of your choice. I have 
options." And for the first time in front of Helen, 
Cindy threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

In the trailer, she said, "Dan... It's like I'm in a 
fairy tale almost."

"I know, princess. I had NO idea Jim could swing 
something like this. But your free and easy days are 
over, baby. I don't know of ANYBODY who went from middle 
school to college. But if anybody can, it's you."

"With you beside me, Dan. You put me on top of the 
world."

The weekend was pleasant, cool fall days, Saturday 
night's "concert" was a success. We played encores. That 
was a good thing, because our little group only knew 
about five numbers. Well, The GROUP knew five numbers. 
Ann, shifted gears and wrung some classical beauty out 
when she swapped over from bluegrass fiddler to college-
educated concert violinist. And Jim swapped his banjo 
for a guitar and between his guitar and my bass, we 
skipped through some classic rock. And Cindy knew the 
words. To Janis Joplin's "Piece of My Heart."

A seventy-year old Yankee snowbird gave me a DVD of the 
act. "For that angel," he said.

The judge and Helen came up to us afterward as we 
mingled with the crowd. He looked at Cindy. "Little girl 
child," he smiled, "Helen tells me the news."

Cindy smiled brightly. "Yessir! Isn't it great?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "Now let me tell you something. 
In the next few months people are going to tell you a 
lot of things, knowin' you need to choose a school. But 
I just want you to know, I am an Auburn graduate." He 
grinned and mussed her hair. "Don't you let 'em talk you 
into state!"

Cindy and I followed Helen and the judge to a late night 
eatery for a round of pancakes and coffee. I knew that 
coffee that late at night made me restless, but I knew 
it made Cindy restless, too, and being in bed with a 
restless Cindy was a goal, not a detriment, especially 
since we'd wake up on Sunday morning with nothing on the 
agenda but hanging out and running up the road.

The four of us sat at a table together sipping coffee 
and chatting. Helen spoke. Dan, Charley's wanting to ask 
you something. Cindy and I need to go powder our noses."

Cindy looked at me, questioning. I nodded, and she got 
up and left with Helen.

"Yes,judge?" I asked.

"Dammit, boy, call me Charley."

"Okay, Charley, but you need to know that inside my head 
you will always be 'judge'."

He laughed. "okay, son, I'll buy that. I want to ask you 
a serious question. I think I know the answer, but I'm 
going to ask one more time."

I was a little leery. "Go ahead, sir."

"I want to know, on YOUR word of honor, that you're 
serious about marrying Miss Cindy."

"On my word of honor, sir. I would sooner shoot myself 
than hurt her or leave her. But you already knew that."

"Yes, I did, son, but I was talking with some of my 
colleagues and brought up the facts of your situation. I 
guess I'm finally slowin' down, son, because I am a 
judge in the Great State of Alabama and that's almost 
godlike, forgive me Lord, power."

I stared at him.

"The facts are this, as given to me by other old men 
whom I hold in high regard. State law requires that for 
a young lady to be married at sixteen, she has to have 
her parent or guardian's permission. Some of my cohorts 
have, in a few cases, circumvented that law and issued 
court orders to allow marriage for participants of 
younger ages."

"Seriously? Really?" I could feel my heart thumping 
inside my chest. I thought the judge could see it.

"Yes, son, I should have thought about it on my own. I 
guess I'm slowin' down. It was more common a few decades 
ago, when some young lady would turn up in a family way 
and a family's honor required that she be married before 
giving birth."

"Ain't like that any more," I said.

"Tell me about it," the judge said. "People don't care 
these days. Honor? Nobody knows 'honor' any more, I 
guess. Well a few of us do. An' you're one."

"Sir," I said, "Cindy's NOT pregnant."

"Didn't think she was, son, besides, that has nothing to 
do with it. Here's the deal. When she comes back, I ask 
her, and if she's of the same mind, I execute a binding 
legal document, signed by her legal guardian, allowing 
the marriage of an under age girl."

"You're serious?!?!?"

"I am. If YOU are. And SHE is." He looked over my 
shoulder. "You need to go visit the men's room, son. I 
need to talk to a young lady."

The squeal was audible through the wall of the restroom.

I came back out. Cindy was blushing, red. "Dan! Dan! Did 
you hear?!?"

"Through the walls, babe!"

She was grinning from ear to ear. The waitress arrived 
with plates of pancakes.

"Oh!" Cindy exclaimed. "I don't know if I can eat."

"Mister Charley, I fear you have given my bride a fever. 
I've never seen her turn down a pancake before."

Judge Peebles chuckled. "Okay, folks. Let's enjoy our 
pancakes. And Monday afternoon, you come to my office in 
town at the courthouse and we'll do this. We'll make you 
two an honest, law-abiding couple."

"And keep me from lying to my family," I said. I 
explained to him our plans for Thanksgiving.

"Mighty fine," He said. "You go present your bride to 
your family." He looked at Helen. "If Helen hasn't told 
you herself, I'll tell you. Saturday we're getting 
married too. One of my buddies is gonna do the service 
for us. He's pastor emeritus at the church in town."

"Congratulations to the both of you!" I said.

Yes, ma'am, Mizz Helen!" Cindy ginned. 
"Congratulations!"

Helen smiled. "I'm kind of giddy myself," she said. But 
don't worry. I'm gonna still run the park. Just gonna 
leave for a honeymoon for a couple of weeks. Charley's 
takin' me to Europe."

"Wow! Nice!" I said. Charley smiled.

We finished our pancakes and walked out as a group. "I 
get to kiss the bride," I said. I hugged Helen and 
kissed her on the cheek. "Helen, you're a wonderful 
friend! I am very happy for you."

The judge looked at Cindy. "Here!" she said, tiptoeing 
to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you Mister Charley!"

Charley called out as we got in the truck, "Monday!"

Cindy slid into the seat beside me. "Can you believe, 
Dan? Can you believe?!?!"

"No. I think this is a dream."

"Nuh-uh, babe. It's been a dream since you came into my 
life." Her head was on my shoulder and her hands were 
wrapped around my bicep. "We belong together."

And yes, we did wake up in the middle of the night.

Late morning we finally left the park, waving at Helen 
on the way out, headed for late breakfast, our bicycles 
in the rack in the bed of the truck. We went to a state 
park and rode around for a couple of hours, talking, 
laughing, feeling the sun and the cooling air of autumn.

Monday morning, we got out of bed at the alarm. As we 
were dressing, I told Cindy, "Well, baby, this is your 
last day as a single girl."

"I know, Dan. Isn't it cool?"

"No second thoughts?"

"Nope! Not since the first time you kissed me back."

We did breakfast at the little restaurant, bumping into 
some of my co-workers. As in "Look! It's Dan and the 
Engineer Apprentice!" And I found out that if you don't 
hold a gun to Sara's head and swear her to silence, any 
good news is published.

One old grizzled engineer came up and shook her hand. "I 
just wanted to congratulate you, dearie," he said. "I'm 
impressed. And I want to be there when you graduate from 
college, too!"

Cindy beamed. When we walked into the office trailer, I 
saw Sara. "There she is," I said, laughing. "She does a 
better job of getting news out than CNN!"

"Hon," she laughed, "You didn't say it was a secret and 
you sure looked proud. So I cut loose." She turned to 
Cindy. "You're not too proud to help me with my filing, 
are you sweetie?"

Cindy smiled. "No, ma'am! Just show me what to do."

"She's all yours, Sara," I said. "Cindy, I have to go to 
work."

"'Kay! I'll be here!"

"I'll get you for lunch, okay? And YOU too, Sara. You 
can eat a salad."

"Hah!" Sara said. "If YOU'RE buying, I want a filet 
mignon."

"Yeah, like that place does filet mignon..." and I went 
to my office, checked email, and then went out into the 
plant with a sheaf of drawings under my arm. Knowing 
what was at the end of the day, though, I must admit 
that my mind wandered more than a little.

I was back in the office at eleven. Cindy was sitting in 
a folding chair, smiling, sipping a cup of coffee and 
talking with Sara. "How's it going?" I asked.

Sara replied, "She's a whiz, Dan. I had to make her stop 
and take a break. Anybody sees her, they'll fire me and 
give 'er my job!"

"Nuh-uh," Cindy said. "I watched. She's doin' about a 
dozen things all at once. She knows EVERYBODY who walks 
in the door. All I have to do is look at the name on top 
of a piece of paper and put it in a file folder."

"You have no idea how much help she is," Sara said. "She 
recognizes the difference between invoices and 
correspondence and stuff and all I did was tell her a 
little stuff. She took off running with it."

"Good!" I said. "Let's go get lunch!" and in my truck, 
that put Cindy in the middle between Sara and me. We ran 
ten minutes up the road and had our "One meat, two 
vegetables, mashed potatoes and a roll. We saw a handful 
of our co-workers coming in as we were finishing up, and 
after almost an hour lunch we were back at work.

Four o'clock, I collected Cindy. She bid good bye to 
Sara and the project manager who came out of his office 
to see her leave.

"We have an appointment, I believe," she said.

"Yes, indeed, we do."

***

Twenty minutes later, a couple, older male, young 
female, both in work clothes and safety shoes, wearing 
identical pocket protectors, walked into the office of 
the judge.

Presenting ourselves to the receptionist, I said, "We 
have an appointment to see Judge Peebles."

The fifty-ish receptionist cooed, "Oh, yes, he told me 
that ya'll would be in. Come in with me!"

The judge rose from his seat when we entered. I shook 
his hand, then Cindy did.

"Mizz Baker," he said, addressing the lady from the 
desk, "could you bring me those papers. And the seal. 
And get Mary from up the hall. We need two witnesses." 
He smiled. "We can sign this stuff when Helen gets here, 
then I will have the pleasure of performing this 
ceremony."

We heard footsteps, then Helen's face peered in the 
door.

"Come, in, come in, dear," Charley said. We need to sign 
these." We signed the papers. Multiple copies. Mizz 
Baker dutifully applied the official seal to each of the 
several copies. "You might want to keep a stamped copy 
close at hand, just in case somebody get s suspicious," 
he warned.

He motioned to the rich woolen carpet in front of his 
desk. "Mary," he said, to the new face in the door, "get 
your camera. We want to take a few pictures. And bring 
that tray of glasses and there's a bottle of champagne 
in the fridge."

"Oh, mercy," Mary said. "This is an EVENT!!!"

Mary brought a camera with a tripod and set it up in the 
corner of the judge's office. She set the timer and took 
a picture of the entire party. Then the judge had Cindy 
and I stand before him in front of Helen and two 
witnesses. And he started.

"You know," he said, I've been judge here for forty-odd 
years. I've married a bunch of people. Some of 'em 
wanted it. There were even a few who probably didn't, 
except for daddy's shotgun. But this is one happy couple 
that I feel real good about!" He smiled and opened a 
little leather-bound book. And read the words. And we 
said the vows. And he said," I now pronounce you man and 
wife. Dan, you may kiss your beautiful bride."

Between Cindy and I, there were four streams of tears. 
Add three more sets, Mizz Baker, Mary and Helen. And I 
don't know... maybe Judge Charley Peebles had a couple 
himself. Kisses and hugs and handshakes were passed 
around, along with congratulatory words.

Cindy and I walked out of the building into the late 
afternoon sun, holding hands. At the bottom step of the 
courthouse, I made her stand on the step as I stood on 
the ground, and I turned to her and in front of 
everybody, in front of the whole world, I kissed her.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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