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A Girl Named Sam
by Aquarius (address withheld)

***

A young girl running away from home meets a stranger on 
the road who treats her like a woman not some object to 
use and throw away. (Mf, ped, 1st, rom)

***

Retirement from the Army for Mike Schaffer was good. 
He'd reached the end of his time, twenty some years, and 
left graciously. Forget the fancy parades – he'd had his 
fill of parades – hated them. Now, after a short period 
of learning what civilians do for a living, he landed 
what could be the best job of all with Benson & Black & 
Associates Consulting.

Mike landed the job and figured out what the firm wanted 
him to do for them and their customers he learned real 
quick, he'd be doing a lot of traveling – a lot more 
than when he did in the Army. On the road at least 
thirty days, check in at the office at least twice 
during that time, get his marching orders, and above all 
else: "Make the customer feel happy they're doing 
business with us." He went to the local friendly RV 
dealer and made the sales guy real happy – he bought a 
35 foot RV rig, then went to a trailer dealer and bought 
a trailer to tow his Jeep Cherokee on. 
 
By this time he'd been with the firm over a month and a 
half and was on the road – again; third time and on his 
own. The first couple times Mike had someone – one of 
the company veterans with him to assure he didn't screw 
up a contract. It was on the second trip that he had a 
fox by the name of Sandy with him. By the third day out 
he'd screwed her twice. 

Now Mike could go on to the next project and Benson & 
Black's contract officer could come in to handle the 
rest of the program without him. 
 
Mike was wheeling the RV with the Jeep on the trailer 
west down highway 76 when he decided he needed a rest 
stop. He pulled in to the rest stop parking the rig 
under a canopy of trees. Looking around for a moment he 
noticed there was no one there but him. "Great," he 
sighed, "peace and quiet for a bit." Opening the door, 
he stepped down from the RV and stopped. Seated at a 
table with her back to the highway and the parking area 
was a young girl. He looked around again: No car, no 
other RV, no one but the girl all by herself.

Mike watched for a moment seeing she was sitting with 
her head down. Clearing his throat he walked toward her, 
then asked: "You okay, miss?"

The girl looked up startled. She looked at Mike a second 
then nodded her head. "Um, yeah."

"Just noticed you're all by yourself."

The girl nodded her head again. She started to gather 
her bag and jacket up and leave. 
 
Mike quickly told her: "By the way, I stopped so I could 
have some lunch – looks like you could use something 
before going on." The girl stopped looking toward the 
highway. He asked: "Want a sandwich and a drink before 
heading out?"

The girl shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so. Thanks." She set 
her bag and jacket on the table and sat down again.

Mike stepped back inside to make the sandwiches. He 
looked out at her. He was puzzled why a young girl was 
out here alone on the highway. She couldn't have been 
more than fourteen; long dark hair, fair complexion, not 
short, not tall – maybe five six or seven. Nice small 
full firm young breasts under a tight fitting T-shirt; 
tight fitting jeans that showed off her slender waspish 
waist and hips. "Damned nice looking kid. Wonder what 
she's doing out here alone? But something seems to say: 
runaway." Then he called to her: "Ham and cheese on 
rye?"

"Yeah, thanks," she called not looking toward the RV but 
toward the highway.

When Mike stepped out with the sandwiches on paper 
plates the girl avoided looking at him. Sitting opposite 
her he ate his sandwich in silence for a moment then 
asked: "Got far to go?" She nodded her head. He said: 
"I'm going west – Huntington -- business."

Finally the girl looked up at him. "Um, that's where I 
am going."

"Great. Want a lift? Even driving it's still a day and a 
half – better than um, walking or hitch hiking. Safer."

The girl was silent, considering Mike's offer. She knew 
she didn't have much of a choice. After giving the offer 
some thought she accepted.

Mike finally introduced himself then she said: "Sam – 
Samantha Riley."

Samantha lifted her green eyes to Mike. He wasn't sure 
what it was in those eyes but he felt himself being 
drawn in to her. Samantha lowered her eyes concealing 
any inner thoughts; afraid she would reveal something to 
Mike she wanted to keep private.

Samantha took in Mike in a quick sweep of her eyes: 
Tall, slender, athletic build, dark hair cut short – 
almost a military cut; dark eyes – blue. She glanced up 
once more at the RV and the Jeep on the trailer. Alone. 
No one else with him, wonder why, she mused. Mike 
offered her a ride to Huntington. 

Accepting a ride from Mike would be quicker than 
walking, she had to admit. The last two rides she 
accepted at least the one guy was courteous; the other 
wanted to find a back road where he could rape her. She 
managed to get out while she had the chance. She had 
lived a sheltered life until now; now she was on her own 
– having finally had enough of living with her mother 
and her newest beau who was more domineering than a 
prison guard – although he had never touched her or 
tried to get her in to a position where he could have 
had his way with her, she was still uncomfortable with 
him.

She was quiet for a moment until Mike stood up from the 
bench to announce it was time get back on the road. She 
got in to the RV placed her bag and jacket where she 
could grab them and run if she had to. The girl seemed 
scared and unsure of herself. She was still a neophyte 
at living on the run, but she had learned fast. Mike did 
not miss this. He set the passenger seat for her then 
climbed in to the driver's seat.

"Like driving a duce and a half," he chuckled starting 
the engine.

"A duce and a half?" She repeated meeting Mike's slight 
smile at his own humor. 

Mike explained to her what it was and telling her a bit 
about himself. He flicked a glance toward her noticing 
she was starting to relax.

"Samantha..."

"Sam is fine. My friends call me Sam..."

"Sam -- going to Huntington, got friends or family 
there?" he asked.

"Father."

The RV sped down the highway the two talking, Sam 
finally accepting Mike as she talked a bit about her 
home life and what it was like living with a step-father 
who was domineering but had not attempted to do anything 
with her as had happened to a couple of her friends at 
school.

It was toward evening before they reached a truck stop 
outside a major town. "How about some real food?" He 
gestured toward the restaurant. "Need to fill this 
monster up anyway and do some work. Okay?"

"Sure."

Mike moved the RV to the fuel island first. Samantha got 
out with him to watch and help with the fueling and wash 
the dead bugs from the windows and check the tires. Once 
the refueling was done he moved the rig to the station 
where RV and campers could be cleaned out. He finally 
moved the rig on line with several Semis.

"Supper?"

"Thank you."

Mike had to admit she was polite enough. They walked in 
to the restaurant which was busy with early supper 
diners, the wait staff bustling between tables with 
trays of food and plates. He gestured to a table being 
vacated by a couple.

As they waited to be served and during the meal Mike 
soon learned what he already suspected earlier during 
the drive: Sam was a runaway but from a domestic 
situation she disliked and wanted to live with her 
father whom lived in Huntington. 
 
Sam excused herself to use the ladies room. She left her 
jacket and bag at the table. Mike was ready to make a 
bet she'd "sky up" as it were the first chance she got. 
She returned shortly and they returned to the RV. Mike 
checked the RV over one last time.

"According to the map there's an RV park not far up the 
highway, we'll stay there tonight."

"Some sleep..." Sam muttered. "I don't think I've slept 
a full eight hours since..."

She stopped to regard Mike a moment. 

"Since you left home," he finished for her. 
 
"Yeah." Sam dropped her eyes to the ground then shyly 
lifted them to regard Mike. Then she said in a faint 
tone: "Maybe I should continue on my own."

Mike held the door open waiting for her to get in. 
"Why?"

Sam shrugged. "Maybe better that way?" 
	
Mike merely shook his head. "I suppose but you said 
yourself you haven't had a decent night's sleep in the 
past twelve hours. Come on at least get some sleep. And 
besides, Huntington's still another four hours west of 
here."

Sam nodded her head in silent consent. She wearily 
climbed aboard the RV Mike gesturing to a single berth 
bunk near the back of the rig. Sam allowed a faint smile 
and walked back to the bunk. Dropping on to the bunk she 
waited until Mike was seated in the driver's seat, the 
engine started and the RV moving through the truck stop 
before finally undressing to her bra and panty. 

She pulled the curtains closed and slipped under the 
covers, the sound of the RV's tires lulling her into a 
slumber, thinking of her father and living with him, her 
hand slipping between her legs massaging her childhood 
until she felt the familiar tingling and seeping of her 
juices, she let a moan and sigh as her virgin juices 
surged on to her panty. Cautiously she slipped the wet 
panty off lying back with only the T-shirt on. Soon she 
was sound asleep. 

The girl did not realize how soundly she slept 
throughout the night until the aromatic scent of brewing 
coffee awoke her. She sat up with a start. Looking 
around she realized the RV was stopped. 

Grabbing a clean pair of panties from her carry-all bag 
she slipped them on then looked out the curtain to look 
around.

"Where are we? Where am I?" She asked in a panic. 
Climbing out of the bunk forgetting she wore only the 
thin T-shirt and panty, she rushed to the front of the 
RV. Looking out the curtained cab windows she saw the RV 
was in an RV park. But it was still dark, only the dull 
yellow glow of the street lights light a street that ran 
the length of the park, RV's and campers were parked in 
neat rows. No one else seemed to be stirring in the 
park; it was silent except for the sound of traffic on 
the nearby highway. The side door was open letting in 
the cool early morning breeze; Mike was seated outside 
on a lawn chair drinking coffee.

Mike looked back hearing her faint footsteps on the 
extended steps. He nearly did a double take seeing the 
girl in only the thin T-shirt and panty. "Um, I'd be 
careful stepping outside like that, Sam – especially 
here."

The girl gasped forgetting where she was for the moment. 
She ducked back inside. Mike called from the open door: 
"Oh, by the way, the hot water tank is full if you want 
to take a shower."

Sam quickly climbed back in to the bunk pulling the 
curtain closed. "Yeah, thanks. I suppose I should. By 
the way, Mike where are we?"

She listened as Mike stepped back inside to pour himself 
another cup of coffee. He replied: 
 
"About thirty minutes or so outside Millersburg, or 
three and a half hours from Huntington. Oh by the way, 
it's five a.m."

She listened as Mike stepped back outside.

Sam sat on the bunk a moment wondering what she would 
tell her father when she finally showed up on his door 
step. It had been nearly a year since she last saw him. 
Despite the court order, his work prevented him from the 
usual every other weekend visit. She had no real idea 
what he did except he too traveled a lot.

Opening the curtain she looked around to find a light 
switch. 

Mike listened as the girl stirred around inside. He 
recalled when he pulled in to the park the girl was dead 
to the world. He parked the RV and hooked up to the 
service stand and then went to sleep himself – it was 
only seven when he pulled in to the park but he was too 
tired from the drive to care. When he awoke at 4:30 he 
peeked in on Sam; she was still sound asleep. 
 
God, what an angel.

Quietly he started the coffee and stepped outside to 
enjoy the silence of the early morning. An occasional 
car or semi passed on the highway, otherwise it was 
still, not even crickets chirped at that hour. He took a 
lawn chair from the storage compartment and sat in the 
dark until the coffee was ready.

He stepped inside to pour himself a cup of coffee then 
returned to the lawn chair to sit and think about the 
appointment for tomorrow at Huntington. However, Sam 
crept back in to his mind. A young girl no more than 
fourteen, on the run from home, and she was riding with 
him; what luck. He hoped she could find her father, and 
that would be that. So he hoped. The next thought he had 
was if the mother had reported the girl missing? But, no 
one knew, at least at this point she was riding in an 
RV. All they presumed was – she was on foot and probably 
hitchhiking.

It was nearly five when Sam stirred and then in a panic 
wondered where she was. When Mike told her they were 
still three hours from Huntington she was not certain 
whether to feel relieved or apprehensive that she was 
close to seeing her father again. She showered and 
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. She was ready by the 
time Mike packed the chair away and disconnected from 
the service pad.

"Breakfast?" he asked as he started the engine.

Sam nodded yes.

Mike and Samantha ate at the nearby truck stop, Sam 
watched with disbelief as Mike put away a stack of 
pancakes, steak and eggs (three sunny side up) a half 
pitcher of black coffee.

Pointing to the cup of steaming coffee, he said: "Burnt 
thirty weight engine oil drained room an M60A3's 645 
Detroit diesel."

Samantha merely nodded. Then she pointed to her glass of 
orange juice: "Peeled orange in a glass."

They exchanged smiles.

Samantha rode in the passenger seat watching as the 
countryside slide by the RV as Mike silently considered 
his next appointment. He already had the "heads up" from 
his partner Sandy this was going to be a tough bunch to 
deal with. The prospective firm had had two bad 
experiences with similar firms and was prepared to make 
some rather outrageous demands to offset the problems 
incurred from the other two companies.

"We're almost there, Mike," said Samantha getting his 
attention pointing to a road sign.

Mike noticed the sign to Huntington as they passed it. 
"Another fifteen minutes. Anxious?"

Samantha nodded her head. "What do I say?"

"To your Father?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe you're glad to see him –for a start."

Mike found an RV park to park the RV and Cherokee for 
the next couple days. It was one in the afternoon when 
they parked. Mike wouldn't be meeting with the clients 
until nine the next morning so he had some time to 
prepare. He unloaded the Cherokee to drive Samantha to 
her father's house; however he let her off a block from 
the house and drove back to the park.

Sam drew in a deep apprehensive breath watching Mike 
pull away and drive down the street. Looking around at 
the other houses on the block, she hoped her father was 
home from work or worse, was not traveling again. 
Shoring up her resolve she walked along the street, 
turned a corner and walked along another street until 
she stopped in front of the house.

Taking another breath, Sam walked up to the front door 
and stopped. Looking at the windows that the last time 
she was here, a year ago the windows had curtains and 
blinds over them; now were barren. Hesitantly she 
pressed the doorbell button. She waited. No answer. She 
pressed the doorbell button two more times. Nothing, no 
one answered the door. The house was empty. Samantha 
wept. 

It was late afternoon Mike sat outside the RV relaxing 
with a can of beer and the paperwork for the 
presentation and slides on his laptop when he looked up 
to see Samantha walking across the park toward him 
crying.

"Sam!" Mike called standing up nearly dumping the 
paperwork on the ground.

Samantha started to run toward him, tears streaming down 
her face. "Mike...!"

People sitting outside their RV and campers watched with 
disinterest as the girl ran toward Mike without thinking 
threw herself into Mike's arms.

"What happened?" he asked holding her.

"Gone," she sobbed dropping her bag and jacket to the 
ground. "Gone. No one knows where he went..."

Mike sat her down on the lawn chair kneeling beside her 
to comfort her as best he could.

"What about the house?" he asked concerned, thinking 
maybe her father might have been out or on a trip.

"Empty." Samantha sat with her face in her hands sobbing 
as Mike sat back wondering now what to do.

"And no forwarding address, nothing," he repeated just 
to be certain he understood the girl correctly.

Samantha nodded her head. Looking up at Mike, she said: 
"I – I don't want to go home. I don't care. I just want 
my father."

Mike nodded his head in understanding. "Okay, nothing we 
can do now, too late in the day. We can check with the 
post office and whoever else tomorrow after I get done 
with my meeting. Okay? Deal?"

Sam nodded her head again still crying, feeling 
abandoned. She knew that Mike was her only hope and 
anchor in finding her father. Mike, on the other hand 
felt uneasy now. He hoped that her mother wasn't looking 
for her yet. Having a young girl traveling with him in 
his RV was tantamount to suicide, especially for any 
career hopes. All it would take is some nosey person to 
screw it all up for him and the rest would be an expose' 
on the tomorrow's news.

"Let's eat."

Samantha followed him inside. Mike began selecting what 
they would have for supper, unseen outside the weather 
had become over cast and cooler. By the time they 
settled down for the evening it had started raining the 
wind picked up in gusts the rain pounding against the 
side of the RV. 

Mike spent the evening as they watched television 
struggling with a hardon. He found himself with a young 
girl he had not counted on. Now, his mind was 
preoccupied with what he was going to do with her if it 
proved that he could not help her find her father.

The evening wore on and finally he decided it was time 
for bed and tomorrow would be a long enough day. Outside 
it was still raining; however, it was later that several 
rapid flashes of lightening followed by sharp cracks of 
thunder Mike heard Samantha's rapid footsteps coming 
down the narrow hall toward him.

"Mike – Mike, I'm scared!" She said, Mike hearing the 
fear in the girl's voice. "Please."

The door to the master berth slid open. Mike sat up to 
see the silhouette of the girl standing in the open 
door. Suddenly before Mike could react to the scared 
girl she jumped on to the bed and crawled over the top 
of him.

"Um, Sam..."

Samantha slipped under the covers. "I-I'm scared. Let me 
sleep with you – please?"

Mike's malehood was suddenly erect and hard as a steel 
spike. He wasn't sure if the girl was really scared or 
not. He could feel her young body lying beside him 
shivering. Sam huddled close to Mike, her body pressing 
against him seeking comfort and assurance. Reluctantly 
Mike slipped an arm about her to hold her. After a 
moment Samantha seemed to have calmed down. He thought 
about the situation for a moment then asked:

"Sam, can I ask a seriously personal question?"

After a moment she said: "I suppose. Why?"

"Um, let's just say for my own peace of mind here."

"Sure."

"Did you ever sleep with your father when you stayed 
with him?"

There was a length of silence punctuated by the rain and 
occasional thunder.

"Yeah."

"Okay now?"

"Yeah." There was a rustling of the covers as Sam 
turned, she said: "No one has ever known. You're the 
only one I have told that to. Daddy always warned me 
never to tell a soul."

Mike looked over at her dark figure lying beside him. He 
asked: "Did your father ever tell you why you shouldn't 
tell anyone?"

There was a pause then she replied: "Nosey people could 
make trouble for us, especially him." Then Sam said in a 
rush of words: "No one will ever know. I don't know what 
to do now, Mike."

Sam hugged up to him tighter, putting her arms about 
him, her small full firm breasts pressed against his 
side. Another peal of lightning and thunder rolled off 
the nearby hills. Sam stiffened as if in fright at the 
sound of the thunder. Her fear of thunder storms made 
Mike wonder what had happened in her childhood that 
would make her so scared. Mike suffered through the 
night with a hard-on as Samantha finally fell asleep in 
his arms. It was nearly an hour later that he fell 
asleep still with a steel hard hard-on dreading the next 
day.

Mike was not his sharpest at the first meeting the next 
day. His mind was on Samantha. He had left her at the RV 
Park when he left for the meeting. She was contented to 
wait for him there and then he would drive her back in 
to town to see if there was someone who may have known 
where her father had gone and why he left Huntington. He 
had lunch with the executive staff of the company then 
the last meeting which would lead in to Sandy and her 
team coming on site for the next phase. Despite his 
preoccupation the meetings went smooth enough and the 
people seemed to like what the company had to offer.

Arriving back at the park late afternoon Mike found the 
RV locked but just as he was about to unlock the door, 
the lock clicked inside. Sam peered out with a big 
smile.

"Sorry, just after you left I locked the doors."

"Good, good idea." He stepped inside tossing the jacket 
onto the dining chair. "Ready to go?"

Silly question, it looked as if she were ready to go for 
the last hour. 

"Ready," she replied, however the manner in which she 
said 'ready' made Mike wonder for a moment if she was 
not as confident of finding her father as she was the 
day before.

Mike opened the door for her they stepped out and he 
secured the RV and they returned to town, first stop was 
the post office.

The postal clerk played with the key board on the desk 
top computer checking the data base of local and rural 
addresses. Mike wrote the name and address on a file 
card and gave it to the clerk.

The clerk adjusted his glasses as he peered down his 
nose at the display screen. "Hmmm, Nope. Sorry. William 
S. Riley – 2180 North Sheridan Lane – nope. There's a 
stack of mail here that's been undeliverable for the 
past month though. We're about ready to return it to the 
senders."

Samantha felt tears trickle down her face again as she 
listened to Mike and the postal clerk discuss the fact 
her father had not left a forwarding address before 
leaving.

"Nope? Um, what do you do with the mail that can't be 
delivered?" Mike asked, leaning heavily on the counter.

The clerk straightened his glasses, then replied: "Well 
the first class is returned to sender per postal 
regulations within first five working days and all 
other, which is considered junk – fourth class... is 
eighty-six'ed out the back door."

"Okay, let me ask you this then: Who else other than you 
folks – or the police might have a clue as to where she 
can find her father." Mike inclined his head toward 
Samantha.

The clerk shifted a quizzical glance toward the girl. 
Looking back at Mike, he said matter of factly: "I take 
it you're not a PI or some such person?"

Samantha allowed a shadow of a smile at the clerk's 
query. Mike merely shook his head in reply. "Um, no."

"Oh well, then find out where he worked and maybe his 
favorite hangout was."

"Good idea."

Mike and Sam finally near the end of the day found out 
where Riley worked; a sheet metal company that produced 
custom parts and the duct work for the HVAC industry.

The owner looked the girl over a moment, then said: "So 
you're Bill's kid, huh? Yeah, he mentioned you a couple 
times." He shifted his attention back to Mike. Inclining 
his head toward an empty office he led Mike into the 
office. Glancing back out the glass door at Sam, he said 
quietly: "Seems his ex-old lady dropped the hammer on 
him. She wanted more child support and filed papers to 
have the extra amount garnished from his wages. Damned 
shame. He was first field supervisor. Been with us for 
nearly twelve years. Always had the trust of the 
customer even in the worse situations."

Suddenly it made sense. To escape from the burdensome 
child support and the other problems the guy sky's up 
for who knows where; Mike asked: "Any idea where?"

"One of the guys here suggested the Amarillo area of 
Texas. Some big ranches that pay under the table and the 
cotton farms; they're always hiring down there."

Mike nodded. "Thanks. Now all I have to do is figure out 
how to explain all this to her."

"Good luck,"

Mike and Sam walked out to the Jeep in silence. Finally 
he said: "Let's stop and get some groceries for the next 
couple days. We'll be camped out here until at least 
until Thursday."

"My father? Did he know where he went?"

Mike was silent as he held the door for Sam. To keep the 
girl's trust he had to be honest with her. Leaning on 
the open door he looked down at Sam's apprehensive 
expression. Mike drawing in a breath said: "Just 
guessing, Sam. No one knows for sure but the owner 
thinks your father left for the Texas Panhandle – 
Amarillo area."

Sam considered the answer a moment then said: "What's 
down there?"

Smiling Mike said: "Lots, lots of places someone can 
hide out, work, and literally blend in with the scenery. 
I'm not joking, I'm serious, I've been down there a few 
times myself when I was in the Army at Fort Hood – just 
ranches and the Army is all."

Closing the door he crossed to the driver's side to get 
in. Starting the engine and turning the Jeep around he 
pulled out of the parking lot on to the street remaining 
silent for a moment. 

Sam stared out the window then asked, the word spoken 
softly: "Why? Why did he leave and not let me know?"

Mike swallowed hard. He explained in as simple terms as 
he could for the girl what her mother had done. 

Sam began sobbing again. "Why – why?"

At a traffic light Mike reached over to take her hand. 
"Hard to say, Sam. There's nothing that can be done for 
now. Not saying it can't be done later. It'll just take 
time to sort out."

Samantha nodded her head. "Thank you, Mike."

Mike stopped at the grocery store to buy provisions for 
the rest of the week he would be on the road; wondering 
what to do with Sam. For the time being people seemed to 
consider them father and daughter. But he was still 
apprehensive of the situation.

When they returned to the RV, Mike set up his laptop to 
check the internet sites and local newspapers that 
published on line news and bulletins. Sam stood beside 
him watching as he surfed the net and various websites 
where bulletins for missing persons would be posted 
within twenty-four hours of their being reported 
missing.

"Checking to see if your Mom has filed for missing child 
yet," he said in answer to Sam's unspoken question.

She was standing beside him, she firmly said: "I'm not 
going home, Mike. Not until I can find my father."

Mike sat back on the bench seat to regard the girl a 
moment. "And even if the police or some social worker 
takes you home?"

"I'll just run away again. No one can stop me."

The girl was firm in her stance. Mike reached out to 
take her hand. "Just be careful, Sam. That's all I ask. 
You're young and vulnerable to people who look for girls 
like you."

He reached out to put an arm about her waist holding the 
girl. Sam seemed to collapse as she cried leaning on 
Mike's shoulder holding on to him as she cried.

"I want my father..."

"Hang in there, Sam," he said softly, "this isn't 
something that can be done in a couple days. It'll take 
time. Work with me on this, okay?"

Sam sniffled as she nodded her head in understanding. 
"I'll make us supper tonight. Okay?"

Mike returned the girl's smile. "Great. The steaks?"

They both attempted to be upbeat as they ate supper and 
talked, Mike telling Sam stories of his days in the Army 
and now, his new job as a civilian. The stories brought 
smiles and occasional laugh from the girl.

Later Samantha lay in bed remembering the weekend visits 
she had with her father and sleeping with him and the 
good times they had together. She slipped her hand 
between her legs to feel her swollen virgin clit that 
only her father had touched and molested bringing her to 
heavenly orgasms. Now, because of her mother and her 
greed for money, she may have lost him forever.

Samantha rubbed herself until she felt the first seeping 
of her childhood juices. She did not know what to do at 
the moment. Mike lay alone – so near yet so far—her 
father and her knew how to please each other: she 
learned what he liked to have her do to him. Her young 
mind came back to the present and Mike. She knew now she 
would never be able to find her father, especially if as 
Mike told he was in Texas. 
 
The girl felt abandoned now as she pined for her father. 
She remembered the last time they were together and what 
he did to make her feel good and what she did to him. 
She felt that urge to want someone, she knew Mike was 
being good to her and not forcing her in to anything she 
didn't want but – she wanted it now.

Mike laid awake in the master berth trying to have a wet 
dream about Sandy and how he'd like to fuck her again. 
However, Samantha's image kept slipping back in to his 
imagination and the feeling of the young girl lying 
beside him last night during the storm. Suddenly Mike 
was jarred out of his reverie when the door slid open. 
He looked back to see Sam's silhouette in the pale light 
of the street lights and moon.

Before Mike could say anything she climbed over him and 
slid under the covers to lie beside him.

"I need you tonight, Mike. Please don't say no."

"You miss your father. I just wish there was more that I 
could do to help..."

Sam hugged closer to Mike; her full firm young breasts 
pressed against his side gave him an even more acute 
hard-on. 

"Make love to me, Mike." She pleaded, "I need you." 

Mike suddenly felt a chill slid down his spine as if a 
bucket of ice water had been dumped on him.

"Sam..." he began to protest for lack of better response 
sitting up to look down at the young girl lying beside 
him. On the one hand he would have enjoyed nothing 
better than to fuck the girl and on the other; it would 
have been statutory rape – or pedophile sex with a minor 
girl. 

"Mike, I'm scared..." Sam slid her small delicate hand 
across his chest to his stomach and waist then her hand 
found his hard-on. Sam drew in a short breath releasing 
it in a soft sigh. Mike laid on his back, the girl 
hovering over him her long dark hair falling over her 
face. She said after a moment: "Please don't say no... I 
need you tonight."

Sam lay across Mike's chest kissing him deeply with 
unbridled passion. Mike was taken aback by the girl's 
forwardness now. Finally he could no longer resist the 
temptation.

"Shit, the devil made me do it... what the hell?"

Mike took the young girl in his arms and met her open 
mouth with passion, their tongues playing tag. Mike slid 
his hands over the girl's back and along her sides to 
her slender hips, feeling the dangerous flair of her 
hips. He laid her on her back and slid his hand up to 
the full firm form of her nice small breasts. The little 
nipples were hard as pebbles as he fondled each one 
bringing moans of pleasure from the girl. 

"Yessss, ooooo!" 

Sliding a hand across her back side to her hips feeling 
the sensuous curves and the silken feel of her thighs 
Mike struggled against the urge to take her then. But he 
wanted to savor the moment of forbidden passion he felt 
now for the young girl.

Drawing his hand back up under the top he savored the 
feel of the young girl's velvet skin; the feel of her 
full firm breasts nearly made him lose his load of male 
cream as he pushed the nightie top up exposing her 
breasts. He gently sucked and nibbled at each erect 
little nipple. As he made love to the girl's breasts he 
slid his hand over her bikini panty clad hips and 
between her legs; Sam willingly opened her legs for him 
letting him feel her throbbing young pussy; Mike felt 
the wetness between her legs, the seeping of her 
childhood juices, the girl was ready.

Sam began bucking her hips with the feel of Mike's 
fingers pressing the soft fabric in to her pussy soaking 
them with her juices.

"Oh, aaah, Mike yes, yes, I am yours tonight. I want you 
sooo bad now..."

He slid his hand back over her hips to feel the waist 
band of her little panty. He slipped his hand under the 
waist band down to the downy soft hair of her pussy and 
to the wetness. He slid his fingers over her tender clit 
that was erect and ready for him. Mike fingered the girl 
until she finally cam, her juices seeping on to his 
fingers. Sam cried out as she thrust her hips forcing 
his finger deeper in to her until he touched her virgin 
childhood, the gossamer thin membrane that kept her 
virgin until then.

Mike's lust fogged mind suddenly clicked as he knew he 
had touched the girl's maidenhood. "Virgin? Oooh yeah!"

Sam lay breathless for a moment as Mike kissed her down 
her body to her hips. Sam stirred shifting herself to 
kiss Mike from his chest down to his waist as he fondled 
her taking pleasure in the young girl as she willingly 
gave in to him. 

"Gad, she feels good...Damned nice..." 

Mike lay back on the bed, his mind blank and numb now as 
the young girl fondled his male hood. Pushing the briefs 
down to expose the engorged malehood, Sam slowly stroked 
Mike's engorged cock, her small hand easily sliding up 
and down slowly twisting back and forth for a few 
minutes then she took the head of his malehood in her 
small mouth to begin deliberately sucking on it. Mike 
moaned in ecstasy as the young girl gave him the best 
head he'd had in a long time. 

"Shit, for a teen ager she's even better than Sandy..."

Samantha recalled when she was twelve her father taught 
her to jack him off and suck his hard thick malehood. In 
turn, her father would suck, lick and kiss her nice 
tight virgin pussy until she cam, her virgin love juices 
flowing in a stream on to his tongue as he molested her 
pussy. Since then Sam had given head to two boys at 
school, just to keep them from wanting to lay her. That 
privilege was to be for her father.

After a time Mike's balls were tight from his holding 
back, his male cream seemed to be churning inside as he 
struggled to keep from cuming but he suddenly lost that 
struggle.

"God, Sam, I'm going to cum... Geeezuz, I'm... I'm going 
to cum..." he groaned through set teeth and then his 
male juices shot in to the girl's mouth filling her with 
male cream. "Aaaah... yeah!"

Sam sat up wiping Mike's cum from her mouth. Mike laid 
Sam on her back to kiss her all over as the girl 
breathed heavily enjoying the feel of a man making love 
to her. Mike kissed her down to her waist and then 
pulled the little panty down until he could lick and 
suck on her tender young pussy. He slid his tongue over 
her pussy bringing a moan from the girl. Sam began 
shifting her hips and moving them with Mike licking at 
her childhood love hole. 

He pulled her panty off tossing it aside and moved 
between her legs to enjoy the moment of heavenly 
pleasure sucking the girl's pussy. Sam knew now she was 
vulnerable to Mike's desire for her. He licked around 
her throbbing pussy teasing her swelled clit until 
finally she cam again in a steady stream of her 
childhood juices, her juices surging on to Mike's tongue 
lapping up her juices.

As Samantha's juices seeped on to Mike's out stretched 
tongue he pushed it in to her penetrating her to suck 
her juices from her pussy. Mike sucked and licked on 
Sam's pussy until she cam two more times. As Sam lay 
breathless Mike moved up between her legs settling 
himself over her, moving until the head of his cock 
rested against the engorged lips of her throbbing young 
pussy.

The girl watched with awe and wonder as Mike moved to 
take possession of her.

"Oh Mike, please be gentle. I–I've never gone this far 
with Daddy he wouldn't take me like this until I was 
older."

The young girl's pussy felt good it was wet with her 
juices seeping from her virgin pussy -- her pussy was so 
nice and tight feeling as he pushed forward to penetrate 
her for the first time with his malehood.

Then Mike mused as he grinned to himself: "Virgin..." 

"Relax, sweet heart, just relax and you'll enjoy this 
all the more." And Mike moved forward his cock slipping 
in to the young girl's nice tight virgin pussy. Sam 
cried out with the forceful penetration of Mike's cock 
into her nice and tight young pussy. "Oh yes, sweet 
heart, yeah that's so nice and tight..."

Sam cried with the penetration of her childhood. She 
grasped Mike's back as he leaned down to kiss her mouth 
covering hers. Sam tasted her juices on Mike's mouth as 
he stifled her cries, not sure just how sound proof the 
RV was and who might be close by.

Thrusting forward, Mike tore the little girl's childhood 
cherry. Sam cried for a moment with the brief pain of 
her loss then began to move her hips in rhythm with Mike 
as he began fucking her taking pleasure in fucking a 
young girl. Then pain soon faded and the erotic feeling 
of a man thrusting his cock in and out of her for the 
first time filled her with pleasure.

Sam soon met the rhythm of Mike's hips moving up and 
down in a steady tempo as his hard thick malehood slid 
in and out of her like a piston. Mike seemed to last a 
long time as he continued fucking the young girl. Then 
finally he stiffened his cock buried deep in the little 
girl's pussy. Sam gasped then cried out as Mike released 
his pent up male hood forcing rope after rope of his 
male cream in to her.

"Ahhhh, Mike – Mike – you're filling me!"

"Oh, yeah, sweet heart, you bet I am." He gasped moaning 
with the pleasure of having taken and fucked a little 
girl that night. "Ah, gad you're good, you know that?"

They collapsed from their exertions. Mike rolled on to 
his side holding on to the girl his cock still in her. 
He wanted to fuck her a second time but was too 
exhausted at the moment.

Samantha was sore and stiff between her legs as she 
regained her composure. This is what she had wanted to 
do with her father, she was willing to let him have her 
and use her for his pleasure. But now, he was gone. She 
gave herself without shame to Mike that night. He 
fulfilled her fantasies of letting an older man have his 
way with her.

Mike awoke early the next morning, Sam still sound 
asleep in his arms. It wasn't long after they had fucked 
they awoke less than an hour later and he quickly 
mounted her a second time, Sam willingly submitted 
taking Mike's hard thick malehood deep inside her. 
Within minutes she cam at the same time Mike cam filling 
her with his thick male cream. They fell asleep again 
sated by their love making, Sam still wondering what it 
would have been like letting her father take her and 
make a woman of her.

Mike fell asleep satisfied that he had just fucked Sam 
again. He awoke at his usual time, the girl asleep in 
his arms. Slowly he withdrew his male hood from her 
without waking her.

Slipping his arm out from under her, Mike slipped out of 
bed, gathered up his clothes to go forward to the galley 
to make a pot of coffee. Showering and dressing while 
the coffee brewed he set the lawn chairs outside to 
watch the sun rise. The only noise to disturb the 
silence was an occasional truck or car passing on the 
highway.

Gray light filtered through the curtain of the master 
berth waking Sam. At first she was startled, then felt a 
twinge of fright until she smelt the heady aroma of the 
brewing coffee. Then she knew Mike was sitting outside 
with a cup of coffee watching the sun rise.

Finding her panty and night gown top, Sam got the robe 
from the closet Mike gave her and stepped outside to 
join him.

They exchanged smiles and greetings. 

"This is the one thing you don't get staying at some 
fancy motel," he told her. "It doesn't come with the 
room service."

They sat in silence for a moment before Sam finally 
asked: "Mike, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, honey, what is it?"

"I'm not going to have to go home am I?"

Mike considered his answer carefully, then said: "Only 
if you want to."

"No."

"What about other family? Aunts, uncles, cousins...?"

"My mother's sister, Aunt Julie."

It turned out Aunt Julie, Julie Adams was Mike's 
neighbor across the road from where he lived. She 
welcomed him to the neighborhood and helped Mike move 
in. Sam was elated. She had not seen her aunt in the 
past year except when she stopped in for a short visit.

"Problem solved!" he said with a near cheer. "Julie is 
my neighbor across the street."

"Aunt Julie doesn't much care for who Mom is living with 
now anyway."

Mike dug out his cell phone from a pocket handed it to 
Sam: "Call Aunt Julie and let her know you're alright."

Sam gave Julie the long and short of the situation and 
that she was with Mike at the present time. It was a 
coincidence that Julie lived across the street and Sam 
was riding with Mike. Julie was just happy that Mike 
took Sam aboard when he did. She was just as worried 
that something would happen to her along on the road.

Mike had one more meeting with the client and Sandy's 
team before he could leave. He had to be back to the 
main office in three days – no problem making that 
happen, but in the meantime he still had a young girl to 
deal with.

Sam packed the RV while Mike made the last meeting. By 
the time Mike returned at Noon time they were ready to 
leave. 
 
"Home – I mean – Aunt Julie," said Sam with a laugh 
pointing toward the highway.

"Anxious?"

Sam nodded her head with a smile. "But I need to say 
something here..." she said the smile leaving her lips. 
I felt a momentary chill until the smile reappeared on 
her face. "We'll be across the street from each other."

She reached over her hand resting on my arm. She 
struggled with a comment that took the air out of him: 
"Mike, I know you will think this is a young girl's 
infatuation – or puppy love, but I have fallen for you 
the past couple days."

Mike held the wheel single handed as he grasped her 
hand. "We just have to be careful and we'll have to see 
what Julia thinks of all this."

"I know."

"Also, you won't ever change your mind?"

She looked at me with a serious expression. "No. I – I 
love you, Mike."

He glanced over at her. The look on her young face was 
determination. "I love you too, Sam. This is a mutual 
love for each other; not infatuation or lust – me for a 
young girl, but love that is just beginning to take 
shape."

Sam got up to step around the console to kiss him on the 
neck. "Tonight we'll celebrate."

Mike had to keep the RV at the speed limit until they 
reached their first stop that afternoon. He made a stop 
for diesel fuel for the RV, a break then it wasn't until 
close to four when they stopped again. It was all Mike 
could do to keep his hands off Samantha that afternoon. 
But she knew what she would let Mike do to her that 
evening as he pulled in to an RV park for the night.

Sam was beginning to prepare the supper for them as Mike 
hooked up the utility lines to the RV for the night. As 
the chicken was baking in the small oven and vegetables 
were cooking on the stove top she slipped out of her 
jeans and took off the T-shirt and bra changing to 
another T-shirt and panty which she knew Mike would be 
able to see her nice small breasts. During the drive she 
learned a lot about his likes and dislikes of older 
woman – except for his brief affair with the woman 
Sandy, he was burned out on sex with older women. Her 
father had taught her things he liked and wished her 
mother could have done with him.
 
Mike had become Sam's anchor in life and she wasn't 
going to let go of him now.

Mike stepped back in the RV, seeing Sam in just the T-
shirt and panty he stepped up behind her wrapping his 
arms about her kissing and nuzzling her neck. 

"You're beautiful even in an old T-shirt," he told her 
feeling her nice pert breasts.

He already had a hard on just thinking of her now. His 
hands moved up under the T-shirt to cup and fondle her 
bare young pert breasts. As he fondled her breasts, he 
slid the other down to the tender vee between her legs 
caressing and molesting her pussy.

Mike pressed the panty in to her wet pussy. She was 
beginning to seep her love juices as he nuzzled and 
caressed her young body. 
 
"Mmm, you like this, don't you?" Mike asked as he 
caressed her pussy through the little panty.

"Which do you want for supper first, me or the chicken?" 
she sighed as he pressed the panty in to her wet pussy. 
"Oh, damn, Mike I'm goina' cum!"

"Doesn't leave me much of a choice does it?"

She turned in his arms rubbing herself against him. 
"Good, then I'll make it easy for you – which do you 
want first; Pussy or chicken?"

"You're hard to resist, you know that?" Mike wanted to 
lay the girl on the lounge chair and take her there, but 
said: "We'd better eat first before the chicken burns – 
then we'll do it. Okay?"

"Sounds like a plan to me – my lover."

They ate, talking about what it would be like once they 
reached home – Julia and his home and what they do after 
that.

"We'll have to be careful," he reminded Samantha. "A 
couple nosey neighbors – or even Julie getting wind of 
this – if she disapproves."

"We – we can make it work," said Sam in a quiet voice. 
"I love you, Mike."

Mike reached across the small table to take Sam's hand. 
"We have to. As they say – test the waters first. You're 
young, Sam. You have to be careful. There may be 
somebody who may not be willing to look the other way, 
someone who thinking they're protecting you from me. 
Even now, we have to watch ourselves."

Samantha wrinkled up her cute little mouth in to a 
frown. "I know. But it's – so... not wrong but, well, 
we've done it – I gave myself to you and you've taken my 
virginity. If it had not been you, then Daddy; Daddy 
would have been the one. Why can't they let us alone 
then?"

Mike finished the chicken and vegetables then said: 
"Simply society. As far as people – think it's wrong for 
an older man, especially one as young as you are and me, 
nearly thirty years older, to have sex, if you will. 
Often referred to as statutory rape."

Mike explained the legalities to her.

She laid the fork down. "But – I love you, Mike. I love 
my father. It shouldn't matter who I chose – none of 
their business."

The look in her young eyes was one of desperation.

"I agree. No it shouldn't but some groups see it 
different than we do."

Mike smiled and reached across the table to take her 
hand, lift it to his lips and kiss it with affection and 
passion. He held her hand to his lips gazing at her. 
Tears slid down her cheeks.
 
"I love you too, Samantha -- Sam. Never fear the future. 
It's ours, but it all will take time."

Mike slid across the sofa to sit beside Sam, take her in 
his arms to comfort her. "You're mine, Sam."

She reached up to take him by the neck to kiss him. 
"Your mine, Mike. Mine!"

Their lips met, their tongues played a tango in each 
other's mouth. The passion they had developed and felt 
for each other was more than either could endure at that 
moment. 

Samantha said in a low breathy tone in to her lover's 
mouth: "Make love to me tonight, Mike and forever more."

"Always, babe."

Mike pressed her down on to the cushions, pulling her 
panty off he loosened his pants, his cock slipped out, 
hard and erect, pre-cum dripping from it as he touched 
her pussy. Sam sighed as flesh-touched-flesh. He probed 
her with his cock slipping it in to her nice tight young 
pussy; Sam moaned as Mike went deeper into her love hole 
until he was touching the back of her womb. He slowly 
pulled out until the head of his cock was almost out of 
her then went in again, repeating the motion as she 
moaned:

"Yes, Mike – yes!" Sam moaned as Mike increased his 
thrusts until he was fucking the young girl for all he 
was worth. Then he finally shot his load of thick male 
cream in to the girl.

They cleaned up and went back to the large master berth 
to fall asleep for a while before Mike moved on to the 
girl, Sam eagerly wrapped her arms around her Lover as 
he slide in to her a second time that night: the girl 
moaned with the pleasure as her new Lover took her – he 
had made a woman of a young girl.

Sam was still sleeping as Mike quietly got up the next 
morning, fixed a pot of coffee, dressed and disconnected 
the motor home from the service system. 
 
Two days later Mike with Sam was sitting in Julia's 
living room discussing the situation. For the moment to 
Mike's relief no mention of him and Sam having sex the 
past couple days came up, but it was evident Julia 
suspected if her niece had been alone with Mike, it was 
a sure bet they'd had sex before today.

Mike studied Julia from across the room. He remembered 
the day a few months earlier when he moved in that he 
was taken by the woman. Julia was still a good looking 
woman despite her age. He remembered he liked what he 
saw: the long wavy red hair, the most emerald eyes he'd 
ever seen, dressed in a blue halter top and shorts that 
complemented her petit figure. Julia was a widow the 
oldest of the sisters, Sam's mother the youngest.

Sam sat beside Mike as her Aunt told them what had 
transpired the last few days the two had been on the 
road.

"Your mother called after you left home there wondering 
if you may have come here."

"I wanted to live with Daddy," Sam told her twisting a 
tissue in her hands. "He's gone."

Julie nodded her head and told her: "Well she figured 
that when she didn't get the extra money this month she 
wanted." 

"I don't want to go back home," Sam was empathetic in 
her remark unconsciously reaching for Mike's hand. "I 
don't care for Eric; he's too – what's the word?"

"Domineering," Mike helped her squeezing her hand. 
Turning to Julia he asked: "A thought here, Julia you 
couldn't be her guardian, could you?"

Julia thought about it a moment then said: "I suppose. 
Since she doesn't want to go back home, her father, so 
to speak skied up, I suppose I could."

Sam said in a pleading voice: "Oh please Aunt Julia, 
please?"

"I'll talk to your mother. If all she is after is the 
child support money, then we'll go from there. But I 
don't see why we can't work this out."

It would be a long three months before the hearing. 
 
In the meantime Sam helped Mike get set up the RV for 
his next road trip. She was happy she now lived across 
the street from him. When the big RV was in the driveway 
Mike was home, when it was not there, he was gone. Sam 
looked for the days when Mike would arrive home and hear 
the RV being maneuvered in to the driveway she would 
rush across the street to greet her lover.

"Best home coming a guy could ask for," he would tell 
her each time.

Sam lived with her aunt, contended with the fact that 
Mike lived just across the road from her. Julia gave her 
condescending consent to Sam spending time with Mike and 
the occasional weekend with him. Julia knew, she had 
been there and done that when she was her niece's age. 
She still savored the memories of those secret 
rendezvous with her lover who was old enough to have 
been her father; there were no regrets of that time 
ever.

Three months later. And the information published in the 
local papers prior to the hearing, Samantha was elated 
as the legal papers were signed by the Judge

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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