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Laura
by Aquarius (address withheld)

***

An Army Platoon Sergeant meets a young underage girl on 
a west bound bus out of Louisville, Kentucky. He soon 
learns the girl is a runaway and no real place to go. He 
takes her home and they eventually fall in love with 
each other, but legal issues threaten to ensnare their 
maturing love for each other. (Mf, ped, 1st, rom, 
military)

***

I.

Laura Rose Wright was sixteen when she decided it was 
time to get out of the house and find someplace better. 
There had to be someplace better. She just knew in her 
mind she had to get away from things at home. Her step-
father really wasn't her step-father, but her mother 
told her he was. He was okay but little better than an 
authoritarian figure who wanted everything his way. 

Laura knew she was taking a risk running away from home. 
She knew what to expect. She'd read the stories and 
accounts of young girls who'd run away from home to only 
be kidnapped and raped and those killed. 

As far as bus stations went, the one in her home town of 
Berea, Kentucky enabling Laura's escape wasn't too 
seedy. There were no drunk, homeless guys trying to hit 
on the cute little runaway waiting on the bench: Only 
the middle-aged ticket vendor who raised a questioning 
eyebrow at her when she slid the money across the 
counter for a ticket to Kansas City, Missouri.

She went into the Ladies Room using a stall she counted 
out the remainder of the money. The money for the bus 
ticket was stolen from her drunken step father as he 
slept on the coach watching television. Empty beer cans 
were stacked in a pyramid on the floor like a trophy. 
She knew as she counted out the money she had just 
enough to get her as far as Kansas City: didn't matter 
which side of the river, just Kansas City would be a 
start. 

She figured if she were cautious in spending it only on 
necessities, she may have just enough to get her to 
Denver. 

Laura wasn't sure what she would do after that. Her goal 
was west, anywhere west. She took a bench close to the 
ticket counter. She knew she was inexperienced at this 
sort of thing. She had been around with her friends but 
never alone, she just wanted to get away from her life 
in Berea.

Brushing her long brown hair from her eyes she looked 
around to see if anyone were watching her. She knew 
enough to be suspicious of strangers. She watched as a 
couple men entered taking seats talking and looking 
around. The girl tried to will herself in to 
invisibility. A half hour later the bus arrived. The 
vendor announced the arrival of the bus as it drew up to 
the platform.

A few people got off then she and one other person 
boarded the bus; placed the two bags of clothes and some 
personal items in the overhead rack and took a seat. She 
was on her way west as the bus pulled out from the 
station. By the third stop west the bus was nearly full 
as people got on and off. The bus arrived in Louisville 
stopping there for a rest and change of drivers and 
refuelling. She got off the bus with the other people 
but stayed close until it was time to leave. 

She walked along the platform more for the exercise and 
thinking some more about the fact she had left home and 
people she knew. Laura considered the fact she was at 
the beginning of a new time in her young life. She was 
alone for the first time.

Laura looked at the people milling around between 
busses, waiting for others to arrive or some to depart. 
She stopped her pacing as she noticed a man who stood 
out among the others in the crowd. She knew to a point 
he was a military man. Kentucky had two big Army posts 
that much she knew. She looked around at the others near 
her then back at him; he was the only one in a military 
uniform catching a bus. What caught her attention were 
the aviator's sun glasses that hide his eyes. 
Unconsciously she brushed a lock of hair back then 
twisted it between her fingers as she tried not to stare 
at him.

Without the girl realizing it, the man was watching her. 
He liked what he saw. Despite her clothes, the plain 
appearance he noticed her slight figure and long 
chestnut hair. The girl seemed to be traveling alone; no 
one was with her and no one paid attention to her. But 
his luck the other seat was probably taken. He did not 
have any ulterior motives, just somebody to pass the 
time with. 

People began boarding the bus. She got on resuming her 
seat. The bus was nearly full when he finally got on, 
looked around. The seat next to the girl was empty. He 
decided the only seat left was the one beside the girl. 
He couldn't believe his luck.

"Excuse me, Miss but is this seat taken?"

Laura glanced up at the stranger, sans the sun glasses. 
She stared in to the dark eyes gazing back at her. She 
shook her head: "No" then looked away. 

She looked away then out the window trying to ignore the 
other. He took off his jacket and beret placing them in 
the space above him then settled in to the seat. Almost 
instantly he closed his eyes and seemed asleep. Laura 
glanced over at him: Some people she thought could sleep 
anywhere.

The bus backed away from the platform and pulled out 
into city traffic and was moving toward the expressway 
and west again. It was nearly an hour later Laura 
checked her watch that the man asked her anything. On 
occasion his eyes opened, he seemed to stare at the seat 
in front of him. It was as if his mind were miles away 
from the bus and people around him. 

They were in Indiana, nearly to Indianapolis when the 
driver was on the PA system announcing their next stop 
and dinner at a roadside restaurant. 

The stranger finally stirred sitting up. "God I am sore. 
I've had better seats on a C130."

Laura grinned as he tried to stretch in his seat. 
"Tight, huh?"

He smiled at her. The first time that day that he 
smiled. "Not as tight as the inside of a tank turret."

She was puzzled by the comment. "Tank turret?"

The bus slowed entering the spacious parking area. 

"Yeah. Tanks – Army. Just got finished with NCOES at 
Fort Knox. I knew I should have driven my truck there. 
Instead I flew into Louisville going to Fort Knox but 
for some reason, I decided to take the scenic route back 
by bus. Oh, sorry, Jim Anderson."

Laura offered him her hand. They shook, her eyes opened 
slightly at the pressure from his hand. She liked the 
feel of the pressure and slight shake.

"Laura Wright. Where too?"

"Fort Carson. Colorado to be extact."

They stood to join the others as they got off the bus, 
Jim reaching up to get his beret, asked: "Um, I haven't 
been very sociable. Just tired from the last week and 
finals we had to take. Worse then college. May I buy you 
dinner?"

Laura was surprised by his offer. It would save her 
buying her own and save on her money.

"Oh, thank you," she said as she followed Jim into the 
restaurant.

The staff seemed to be expecting them as fifty 
passengers walked in to the waiting area. Laura stayed 
close to Jim as the group moved forward and shown to 
tables. They were quickly taken care of by the waitress. 
It didn't take them but a couple minutes to make their 
choice and sip their drinks in the meantime.

"Thank you, Jim."

"You looked hungry. Traveling long?"

"Since Berea. Its east of Louisville in Kentucky."

"If I may, where to?" 

Laura hesitated then said: "Kansas City." She almost 
anticipated his next question.

"Friends – family?"

Laura hesitated then shrugged, watching Jim's reaction.

"None of my business," he said in answer.

"You – you won't say anything, will you?"

Jim shook his head leaning forward on the table. He 
suspected the girl was running away from a situation and 
this was her way out. Laura proceeded to tell her story 
under her breath. Jim listened then Laura stopped as 
their meals were brought to them. Laura continued her 
story.

"As I was saying, Jack brings home some of his buddies, 
so to speak. I'm supposed to be the hostess if you will 
to that bunch. Get them beers, whiskey and junk. Mom was 
usually working at a convenience store, she'd bring home 
the beer. Anyway Jack was supposed to be working for a 
local concrete company. I think he was off work more 
than he was working."

"So what are you going to do now?" Jim asked as they 
finished up, the waitress brought then dessert. "Mind if 
I ask you something?"

Laura shook her head lifting her eyes to look at Jim.

"What are you going to do if your Mom calls the police 
and there's an APB or an Amber Alert out for you?"

Laura lowered her head. "I don't know. I guess I didn't 
think that far ahead."

The girl was now just as depressed as when she got on 
the bus. Jim thought for a minute. He didn't need to ask 
her age, her looks told him she was definitely underage. 
Hooking up with an underage girl would mean the end of a 
promising career in the Army. He knew. A couple guys in 
another platoon in his company were sharing a prison 
cell for a few years – all because of a couple local 
underage girls. 

They went outside and got on the bus resuming their 
seats. Jim leaned toward Laura. "Look, if you don't mind 
hanging out with an older guy for a couple days we -- 
meaning you and me, can maybe we put something together 
on this. Okay?"

Laura knew enough to be suspicious. "What are you 
thinking?"

"You said you want to go to the west coast, right?"

"Yes."

"And from what you said, you just have enough to make it 
– maybe to Denver."

Laura nodded her head.

"Colorado Springs okay?" He wondered if he were doing 
the right thing. But he could tell the girl was nearing 
the end of her money and would need a place to stay for 
a couple days. He had a pretty good idea what would 
happen to her when she used up her money.

"I guess so. I mean it's the same as Denver – Right?"

Jim had been checking the girl out from time to time. He 
liked what he saw. Although he anticipated Laura was 
underage, she had a nice petite figure, five-five if 
that; nice shoulder length brown hair and eyes, but 
despite the extreme risk, he decided to take the chance 
just the same and help her. 

"Depends. It's a very military town. A friend of mine 
works for a company now that's thirty-five per cent 
former military: mostly Air Force, some Army, some Navy, 
and a couple token Marines."

"Oh." The girl smiled at Jim as he related a few more 
facts about Colorado Springs.

By the time they reached Indianapolis they were holding 
hands. The remainder of the trip Laura stayed by Jim's 
side. That night they held hands, Laura liked the feel 
of his hand holding hers. The next day on Jim's 
suggestion at Limon she changed her ticket to Colorado 
Springs. They changed busses left the Limon Truck Stop 
behind and started toward Colorado Springs. It was 
evening as they pulled out of Limon Truck stop headed 
west. 

Jim settled back for the last leg of their trip west. He 
said: "You need someplace to crash for a couple days, I 
suppose?"

"Yes. But I don't know what I am going to do now."

"Look, I have a place – a mobile home you might say. 
Nice, comfy and quiet and people in this place are a bit 
above average: they mind their own business."

"You mean I can stay with you for a while?" She asked 
not sure if she should be happy or suspicious of Jim. 
She only knew Jim for a couple days. "Well I don't want 
to intrude."

"No problem," he assured her taking hold of her hand. 
"There's enough room in there for a couple tank sections 
to take up residency. And as I said, you need some place 
to settle in to and think about your next move."

"I suppose." 

Jim's offer was too good to be true. Maybe she should 
have said "No" and left it alone, but she didn't. He 
offered her a place to stay. She could rest and relax 
and think about her decision to run away. The worse was 
Denver and who knows what can happen on strange streets? 

An hour and a half later they arrived in Colorado 
Springs the bus driver followed his way along Union 
Boulevard from US 24 to Wahsatch Avenue and the bus 
station.

Laura was feeling a bit uneasy as she followed Jim off 
the bus, claimed her two bags and Jim his bags. The girl 
followed him to the taxi stand where a couple taxi 
drivers were waiting for the bus and cab fares.

Jim claimed a taxi, the driver put their bags in the 
trunk, gave the driver his address to the trailer court 
off Circle and Lake Avenue and they were off across 
town. Jim gave Laura a quick guided tour of the city. A 
short time later they arrived at the trailer court and 
his "home." 

"One of the benefits of being single and a senior NCO – 
get to live off post." He paid the driver and the cab 
was gone in a matter of seconds.

He unlocked the door after three months absence and was 
met by the stale odors.

"My humble abode. Welcome home."

"Nice," Laura said looking around as Jim turned on the 
lights. 

Jim took his bags back to his room then showed Laura 
what would be her room in the mean time.

"The guy who runs the court is pretty decent. He kept an 
eye on the place while I was at school. Most things I 
put on what they call vacation. TV cable and telephone 
for one I put on vacation until I got back. I'll have 
them turned back on tomorrow."

She looked around a minute then sat on the sofa. She 
liked what she saw in the place: nicer than even the 
ramshackle place she left behind.

"Go ahead and take a shower and get cleaned up. Busses 
aren't exactly meant for the best in body hygiene."

"Thanks." She went to the room and her bags and was soon 
in the shower. She wanted to stay there. The warm water 
ran over her young body washing away the days of sweat 
and dirt and odors from the busses. She knew one of 
these days she would have to treat herself to a bubble 
bath. "And Champaign..." she decided. 

She dried herself and slipped on her favorite T-shirt 
and cut-off jeans. She looked down at her feet. No 
slippers or anything other than the shoes she was 
wearing when she left home. She wondered if Jim would 
mind. She cleaned up the bathroom knowing he'd want to 
take one too.

Laura stepped out of the bathroom with her dirty clothes 
in hand.

"Washer and dryer are on the left," Jim told her from 
the living room.

She saw the machines and soon had her things in the 
washer. Jim stepped in to the bath room to take his 
shower and get ready for the next day; within a short 
time they were settled in for the night. 

Later he gave her all the instructions she would need 
while he was at Post. "Gotta be back to duty tomorrow. I 
leave about four-thirty in the morning. Here's a key for 
the place. There's a shopping center and Target within 
walking distance. Problem is, it's a decent walk west 
from here and on the other side of the highway."

Jim placed the key in Laura's hand. That would be it 
until the next day. Laura lay in bed thinking about Jim 
who was just across the hall. On the bed side table laid 
the key he gave her. The last couple days were all 
chance and fate. She could be on her own in Denver not 
knowing what to do. She thought about it for a long time 
before eventually falling asleep. Other than kindness, 
what was his motive? The one thing she recalled that 
made sense from Jack was: Everyone has a motive for 
something.

She awoke near four-thirty in time to hear the door 
close. A couple minutes later a truck engine start up 
and drive off. She stepped out of the room it was still 
dark outside despite the street lights. Jim had only 
left a small lamp on near the front door. She looked 
around then realized in her daze she was alone. On the 
table was a note and money.

"Cash?" she said as she counted it. 

She knew without a doubt she could have taken the money 
and "run" with it; but she didn't. 

The note read: "Be home by six. My cell phone # 393-
0205, Jim"

Laura wasn't sure what to do now. She sat on the sofa 
thinking. This could be home if Jim let her stay here. 
Last night she lay in bed and no one bothered her. Of 
course she had to think, like her, Jim was out like a 
light. Busses aren't exactly meant for getting a restful 
sleep. She lay on the sofa until day light, got herself 
some dry cereal – no milk, but she was hungry, she'd get 
something else later. 

She found an old boot string, fastened the key to it and 
hung it around her neck for safe keeping.

Late morning Laura walked up to the Target and just as 
Jim had told her, it was on the other side of the 
highway. She walked around and shopped, found a 
McDonald's for a lunch and looked around at the area and 
eventually made her way back to Jim's place.

She put her purchases away and looked in the 
refrigerator again to see what he had. Still nothing. He 
used it or gave the leftovers to his neighbors before 
leaving for Kentucky. She knew she should have checked 
the stores nearby to see what they offered. She still 
had time to do something. She found his stash of 
cleaning supplies and decided to do something about 
three months' worth of dust. Within a short time she had 
the place looking good again. Shortly Jim was getting 
home from duty on post. 

"Laura!" he called as he entered with the first load of 
bags of groceries he'd bought at the commissary on Post. 

"Jim...," she took the first load of groceries from him 
then there was more.

"This should hold us until the end of the month and I 
can get more; got my travel pay today," he told her as 
they put things away. "Go to Target?"

"Yes, and you're right – on the other side of the 
highway."

"Homemade burgers and fries on short notice?"

He slid a hand over the counter which last night was 
dusty. Today it was clean. Laura watched with a coy 
smile as Jim slid his hand over a book shelf and checked 
his fingers for dirt. "Clean." Habit.

"That would be good. I'll fix them." She started fixing 
the hamburgers and the fries went in the oven as he 
changed out of his uniform. 

He came out of the back a few minutes later. "A couple 
things we have to look at here. I'll be going as they 
call it down range – the field for about a week. 
Whatever you want to do is alright with me. Um, but no 
noisy parties. Dudley doesn't like them. I'll be back 
late Friday." 

"Who's Dudley?"

"Property manager."

As the burgers were frying she looked up at Jim leaning 
against the counter. 

"I can stay here? That whole week?" The girl was 
astounded at the offer.

Jim shrugged. "You don't have any place to be in a 
hurry, right?"

Laura shook her head. "No."

They talked about his day on the Army post and what she 
could do the rest of the time. He told her more about 
the area. Laura listened and added her dreams about what 
she wanted for a future. 

"It's so peaceful here. For the first time I felt so 
relaxed," she said as she served up the burgers and 
fries.

Jim looked at the girl in denim cut offs, a T-shirt and 
no shoes. It had been a long time since he came home to 
a woman waiting for him like this. He wasn't sure how to 
term it, but Laura could have been his daughter. He had 
to admit on the other hand; to him the girl was cute and 
good looking. 

They ate then as they sat in front of the television he 
polished his boots and fixed a clean uniform for the 
next day. Laura watched him more then the television. 
This had never been part of her life. This marked a new 
beginning for her. She had to reason that here she was 
living with a man now, for however long that would be. 
She wondered, not for the first time if Jim would accept 
her in to his life permanently. That thought would haunt 
her for awhile yet.

Considering he had to be up early during the week, he 
headed off to bed. "Nite' and don't sit up too late." He 
said as he went his room.

"Nite'," she said watching him as he went to his room.

The show meant little to her now, another of those inane 
comedies that had little or no plot to it. After a few 
minutes of channel surfing she gave up and went to bed 
herself. She lay in bed wondering what Jim may have been 
thinking. She tossed and turned for awhile before 
finally falling into a restless asleep. She woke in time 
to hear the door close. The bedside clock showed four-
thirty. "Like yesterday." She soon fell back asleep.

Sunlight sliced through the curtains and blinds waking 
her. Laura lay in bed for a few more minutes enjoying 
the feeling of peacefulness. She could make out the 
sound of traffic on Lake Avenue and other sounds. But it 
was nothing like she usually heard back home. Her 
stepfather was out of work more than working and 
drinking with his buddies more than looking for work or 
something. 

Laura considered that she had been shopping the day 
before and the walk was okay but two days in a row – 
Not. 

She finally got up, dressed in her cut offs and T-shirt. 
This morning she had all the fixings for a decent 
breakfast. She decided to thaw a pack of pork chops for 
tonight. For lack of anything else to do she cleaned the 
mobile home again until it looked spotless. She sat back 
at the table to enjoy what she had done. 

While cleaning she found Jim's stash of western lore 
books and a stack of photo albums. She sat back on the 
floor with one of the albums opened it and began 
browsing the pictures. Many were old photos of Jim when 
he was younger, others of different parts of the world 
where he had been stationed. She selected another album. 
She stopped short. It was family photos, a young girl 
and a beautiful woman. She flipped through the pages 
until she reached the last page and stopped. Newspaper 
clippings and a bulletin type memo. 

Laura felt tears trickle down her face as she read the 
clippings and the funeral notice.

Laura put the albums back, selected one of a series of 
westerns to read. She moved to the sofa feeling troubled 
by what she found. "Killed by a drunk driver..." The 
words seemed to echo through her mind. She felt like an 
intruder reading the notice and looking at the album. 
However, she was soon engrossed in the book and forgot 
to check the time. She realized what time it was when 
the truck pulled in to the parking space.

Jim was home by five thirty with a few more things he'd 
bought at the shopette on Post. As he set the bags of 
extra food down Jim ran his hand over the counter 
surface.

"Clean?" He asked looking at Laura. She smiled. He 
leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. "Thank you."

Laura blushed as Jim kissed her.

Laura had supper ready for him as he changed. He could 
smell the frying pork chops all the way back to the 
bedroom. He recalled for a short time that supper was 
always ready for him. Then for the longest time, it was 
either the mess hall or some fast food place for his 
meals. 

She never said anything about her discovery in the book 
case among the western paperbacks. Maybe that was why he 
took her off the streets and under his care. He didn't 
want anything to happen to her. She felt the pain of his 
loss. Laura wept.

Jim sat on the edge of the bed thinking about Laura and 
trying to make a connection to the past. He was tired of 
his own cooking; it was nice now that he had Laura, who 
was willing to pick up the slack on some things. Next 
week he would see. That would be the test of their short 
time together. If she stayed then he would have to come 
up with an idea what to do. Right now he wasn't too 
certain. He sure didn't want anyone to think he had an 
underage girl with him and their word against his. Hello 
Bruno at Canon City State Prison.

Then it hit him. The First Sergeant from another company 
and his wife were guardians for her nephew, the boy's 
parents had been killed in an accident on an interstate 
during a snow storm two years ago. That made sense – he 
hoped. He hoped Laura would buy off on the idea.

They ate, Jim telling Laura about his day on Post, the 
girl was enjoying this time, it was different than what 
she had back home. Finally Jim leaned forward on his 
elbows on the table.

"I got an idea what we can do about our relationship if 
people – anybody gets too nosey." Jim knew what would 
happen.

"Do you think somebody will?" 

"Maybe but why take a chance? 

"Then what do you suggest?" She was worried now that the 
authorities would be told about her.

"My niece." Jim watched the girl's reaction. She seemed 
a bit surprised by his suggestion. He continued: "I have 
a sister – I have a niece, her name happens to be Laura, 
after a special aunt of ours. Laura happens to be in 
college now as I recall. The flip side of this idea is 
this: Until we can get things straightened out you're my 
niece. Okay?"

"What do you mean? I am your niece?" She wrinkled up her 
nose wondering about Jim's idea and the plan behind it.

"My beloved sister (sic) has for some reason – you fill 
in the blank – has sent you out to me to take care of. 
Indefinitely. Next idea – if – and you'll have some time 
to think about this – guardianship."

"You'd be my guardian?" Laura was surprised that Jim 
would even think of that. "But..."

Jim held up a hand stopping her: "We'll worry about how 
to approach your Mother on that point later." 

They did up the dishes and Jim explained the laws of 
guardianship versus foster parent for a minor. The week 
after he got back from the field he'd have time to find 
a lawyer to do the paperwork for them on the 
guardianship. They finally sat down to watch some TV 
while he polished his boots and fixed another clean 
uniform. Still not much interested either of them. Their 
minds were on the concept of him being her guardian.

Laura finally spoke up: "Jim, you know what that almost 
makes me?"

Jim looked over at her. "The same thing I've been 
thinking about all day."

"That would make me your daughter."

"Do you want that?"

Laura was thoughtful as she said: "If it's okay, I 
probably need to think about it first."

"Like I said, we're in no hurry right now. And you have 
next week to think about it."

Laura nodded her head. "I know."

Jim was in and out the next few days getting his platoon 
ready for down range – or field duty. Laura was there 
when he got home each night. The girl would have supper 
waiting for him. The subject of the guardianship was not 
brought up, although they knew the other was thinking 
about it each day. 

Saturday night Jim gave Laura final instructions what to 
do while he was gone. He went to the property manager to 
let him know about Laura and that the girl had been 
literally dumped on him at the last minute. The manager 
assured Jim he'd keep an eye on her while he was gone. 

"I hated telling him a tall tale but it was the best I 
could come up with."

Laura leaned across the sofa and kissed Jim on the 
cheek. "Thanks – Dad, or Uncle Jim."


II.

One thing about military field problems, the enlisted 
men and non-commissioned officers have lots of time to 
sit and think or do something else while the brass makes 
up their collective minds what they want to do next. Sgt 
First Class Jim Anderson stared east across the open 
expanse of Fort Carson's down range from the tank 
commander's position wondering what to do with the girl. 

He had not said anything to anyone, other than the 
mobile home park manager about her. His mind had been on 
her ever since they met on the bus from Louisville, 
Kentucky. He couldn't get over the fact she was cute and 
young and desirable; all the traits that could get him 
into no end of legal trouble. The word pedophile echoed 
through his mind like a gong. His idea of her being his 
niece would help some, but for how long could they play 
that game?
 
On the other hand the girl needed something better in 
her young life and he had the resources to help her. Jim 
had to consider one other thing; he had someone to come 
home to besides an empty house and a television.

Laura stared at the television show which could hardly 
be called entertainment. The idea of Jim being her 
guardian would provide her with some assurance of 
permanence and give her a better place to live other 
than on-the-road or some sleazy place to crash for 
awhile.

She had to admit up to now Jim had been good to her and 
trusted her with his home. It was nice and neat and 
quiet, and there wasn't a bunch of drunks hanging around 
wanting to hit on her. She had time that week to give 
thought to all the pros and cons of the situation. She 
could not deny one thing, she was feeling something 
toward the man she had only known for a short time 
before the guy found someone else – and she was back to 
being alone again.

While she was alone she had the radio or TV and Jim's 
collection of western lore books to read and to take her 
mind off her situation. Each night she read one of the 
books until she fell asleep. She began the habit when 
Jim was gone at night to leave the radio on, and night 
light for back ground noise and to see by.

She spent the free time during the day walking around 
the area, she walked up to the shopping center a couple 
times more for something to do and "home" again. When 
she reached the mobile home she stood inside the door 
for a moment staring in to space. She tested the word 
again: "home"; she looked around with a new view of the 
mobile home. It almost was not a mobile home but that 
was not what made her think of this as home: it was her 
and Jim, even though he was twenty years her senior she 
had him to herself. 

"What's it like to have a man to call mine?" she 
wondered as she walked around the inside taking a fresh 
view of things.

Laura walked around the house looking it over again. 
Even though it was not the largest of its kind, she had 
gotten to know every corner and shelf and closet since 
she had been there; however, she looked at those things 
with a new view point. If she were to go along with 
Jim's idea this could all be hers too; she'd have a life 
better than the one she left behind. 

Friday afternoon the armor and infantry brigade rolled 
back in to the cantonment area and the "bird-bath" where 
the vehicles were hosed down washing off a week's worth 
of dirt. Jim still could not get the girl off his mind. 
The commanders were happy with the outcome of the field 
problem, everyone was happy for once; so why wasn't he 
happy?

Jim waited until after the evening formation and his 
platoon dispersed he walked over to his truck and got 
in, started the engine and pulled out of the parking 
area and drove out B Street gate past two bored MP's. 
From B Street it was just a short drive home – and 
Laura.

He finally had someone to come home to.

He pulled in to his parking space, from the back of the 
truck he pulled out his duffle bags and back pack with a 
week's worth of dirty uniforms and field gear and 
dragged them toward the front door when it opened. The 
beaming face of Laura appeared at the door.

"Jim!"

"Laura..."

She stepped out to help with the bags. "Jim, I want you 
to know its -- yes."

He stopped at the door long enough to look in to her 
eyes and smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "We'll 
have to now see what your mother thinks of all this." 

She wrinkled her nose: "Hum, I hate to say..."

They lightly laughed as he sniffed at his underarms.

"I know, one of the hazards of field duty, no showers 
until you get back."

Laura waited as Jim showered off a week's worth of sweat 
and grime and changed and came out of the room a little 
more civilized.

Laura waited expectantly in the living room area for 
Jim. He was nicely dressed. 

He stopped near her and asked: "Do you want to call your 
Mother now or later?"

"Let's do it now. Get it over with."

"Sure." He picked up the telephone, looking at the time 
then estimating the time in Kentucky. Handing the phone 
to her he punched the speaker button. He sat beside her 
as she dialed the phone number.

The telephone was answered on the third ring. 
 
Laura said with some fear to her voice. "Mom? It's 
Laura..."

"Laura, where are you?" The woman said in her Southern 
drawl.

"Colorado Springs."

"You with some guy out there? His name came up on the 
caller ID."

Jim had to think fast.

Laura flicked a glance at Jim as she said: "I – I met 
Jim on the bus."

She instantly knew what her mother was thinking – and 
smiling; the girl had been taken by him and was his sex 
toy now.

"Oh? Figures. Well, for your information Jack and I were 
thinking about leaving this hayseed burg anyway. So I 
guess unless you plan on coming back here in the next 
couple days, you might as well do something else then."

Laura quickly said: "Mom, Jim was thinking about if you 
approve it, he wants to be my guardian. He wants a 
lawyer to do the paperwork and send it to you for your 
signature."

"No kidding. Fancy that. I'll have to think about it. 
Strange."

Jim and Laura felt their hearts sink. 

The girl said in defense: "Mom, I've had a lot of time 
to think about this. I'm not coming back there anyway, 
no matter what. Jim has been good to me and helped me." 
She grasped his hand squeezing it. "No matter what you 
do, it doesn't matter. I'm not coming back -- there."

"So you want to stay out there?"

"Yes."

Silence then she said: "Okay. You have a week anyway 
before we leave. Jack finally has some work here 
anyway."

Jim leaned over to give Laura a kiss on the cheek.

Laura's Mother didn't even bother to say good-bye she 
just hung up the phone. Laura began crying as she hung 
up the phone. Jim took the girl in his arms to comfort 
her.

"You just burned that bridge, honey. Nothing you can do 
but go straight ahead."

Laura lowered her head and nodded.

Jim said in as consoling a tone as possible: "It's not 
pleasant when your Mom or anyone rejects you after all 
these years. Basically, you've been abandoned."

 "You gotta know my mom. She's not exactly a candidate 
for parent of the year."

The girl was silent for a minute as she wiped the tears 
from her face. "I did give this a lot of thought," she 
sobbed. "I am not going back there. And they're leaving 
anyway. Probably Vegas."

Jim was silent as Laura cried and there was nothing in 
Berea for her anymore. Jim took the girl in his arms and 
held her for nearly a half hour before either stirred 
again.

"Okay?" he asked. "Something I need to know for peace 
mind: Any relatives? Aunts? Uncles? Older brothers, 
sisters? Grandparents? Father?"

Laura sniffled. "Not that I am aware of. My 
grandparents, both are gone. My mother had a sister if I 
recall, but I never met her. No brothers or sisters. 
Father, I don't know." 

"`Cause the reason I ask: the court can have the court 
there investigate this to see if there are any living 
relatives."

"Then what?"

"I'd lose you – that fast."

"Yeah. I guess it would happen."

"All you can do is move forward now." Jim held her as 
she nodded her head. "Monday I'll go see a lawyer 
recommended to me by one of my men. Had to do the same 
thing for his nephew."

"I'm sorry, Jim. I am. I didn't expect this."

"Hey, people act in strange ways when confronted by 
something they are not use to."

"But it'd be different if Mom wasn't hooked up with this 
guy Jack she met at a bar or something."

"That's what changed everything for you," Jim told her 
as she sat up. "Still want to go out for a bite?"

"Sure, I don't mean to spoil this. I see Denny's is just 
up the road a piece."

"Sure. Ready?"

Laura sniffled again and nodded her head trying to 
smile. "Yeah."

That was Laura's first time in Jim's truck. Jim tried to 
get the mood up beat for the girl as they drove up to 
Denny's. Parked and went inside. The hostess found them 
a table and a waitress promptly brought them drinks 
while they looked over the menu.

Neither brought up the subject of Laura's call to her 
Mother; they managed to talk about everything but the 
phone call. She perked up and asked about the field 
problem he was just on. To him it was just another 
training mission, to Laura it was fascinating. She had 
decided if she were to live with Jim, she might as well 
learn the military jargon. 

They got back close to eight o'clock and Jim had to be 
up early again. Laura stepped in to her room but held 
the door open a crack as Jim went in to his. Laura 
watched for a minute until the light that shone under 
the door went out. She watched Jim's room for another 
minute before closing her own. 

She thought for a minute as she leaned against the door: 
"Am I in love with him? He's old enough to be my father. 
But still – am I falling in love with him?"

Jim was gone to Post at his usual time. Laura lay in bed 
thinking more about him. In the few short days that she 
had been with Jim he had not tried anything with her, 
forced her to do anything against her will. She had a 
nice place to stay. Food, dry place and safe; she could 
almost do what she wanted. 

Jim's unit worked Saturday putting everything back 
together and ready for the commander's final inspection 
that afternoon. Then along with the other platoon 
sergeants he had to suffer through the commander's 
meeting and didn't make it home until nearly five-
thirty.

"Ah, tomorrow..." he moaned as Laura sat beside him on 
the sofa.

"What about tomorrow?" she asked leaning down to untie 
his field boots.

"Sunday. What do you want to do tomorrow?"

Laura shrugged. "We'll see – what is the area like?"

"A tourist trap." Jim laughed as the girl tugged a boot 
off. "What else do you want to see?" 

Laura made a face: "Clean socks."

"Gotcha." Jim looked down at his feet as Laura laughed. 

"Getting supper ready," she said with a laugh getting up 
to go to the kitchen. 

As Jim changed out of the field uniform he began to 
think the girl was becoming more like a wife the longer 
she stayed with him. That wasn't a bad thing. He missed 
the gentleness, the softness, the pleasure of a woman's 
touch. Monday would start a series of legal actions to 
become her guardian. Otherwise the county social welfare 
system would take over and they have a tendency to mess 
things up; make it worse than it really is.

Sunday they toured the area, Jim showing her the sights 
and playing tour guide. They had lunch at a Village Inn 
and were soon back home. On the way home they stopped in 
a store that sold cell phones and service. Jim bought 
her a pay-as-you-go cell phone. He realized early on she 
didn't have one. They arrived home tired from their day 
out. Neither were sure what they wanted to do now as Jim 
sat in his easy chair and Laura on the sofa.

For a moment there was a mischievous look in the girl's 
eye which Jim almost missed. She got up and stepped over 
to Jim and the chair and sat in his lap putting her arms 
around his neck surprising him. Jim kept his hands on 
the arms of the chair despite wanting to put them around 
the girl. 

"Something I need to say," she said as she hugged Jim, 
"thank you, for everything. I – I never had anything 
like this." Then she kissed him. "That's another thank 
you for what you're doing."

"Thank you," Jim replied kissing the girl as he slipped 
his arms about her hugging her. 

They looked at each other for a few seconds. Their lips 
met and soon their tongues were engaged in a ballet of 
love. Jim did all he could to keep his hands on Laura's 
waist. He wanted to feel her small firm young breasts 
and slip his hand between her legs to feel her tender 
young pussy. 

He held on to Laura as she rested her head on his 
shoulder. They sat for a while longer just holding on to 
each other. 


III.

Even with the brief moment of intimacy they shared, they 
eventually went their separate ways to their own rooms. 
He had his usual morning responsibilities, getting the 
troops in the billets up, PT, commander's meeting, and 
then he'd be out of there hopefully by nine.

Laura lay under the covers thinking of the long intimate 
kisses she shared with Jim; she'd never been kissed 
before. She imagined it; she imagined what it would be 
like. A couple boys back home tried it with her but she 
managed to stop them. She liked being held by Jim, his 
strong arms about her waist. She felt a tingling 
sensation between her legs she'd only felt a few times 
before but didn't know what to do about it. She lay on 
her side staring at the door wondering what Jim was 
doing.

The thought of kissing a girl as young as Laura gave Jim 
another good hard on as he gave her a lot of thought. 
Jim knew this could change his life taking on the 
responsibility of a young girl. So far she had been the 
help he wished he had so many times before. He wondered 
what the lawyer and a judge would say about his becoming 
her guardian. He only knew what she had told him about 
her. There was nothing in the way of family 
relationship. She was some homeless waif he'd actually 
picked up on the bus: a runaway. 

By lunch time Jim with Laura beside him was sitting in 
the lawyer's office. The lawyer sat back listening as 
the two explained to him the situation. The lawyer was 
former military himself and took on many military cases 
in the past couple years. His other good side: couldn't 
stand welfare and socialists either; a pain in his side. 

The lawyer turned to Jim: "And the Mother is willing to 
give up custody and there are no living relatives on 
either side?"

Laura shook her head. "None."

He made some notes then called his paralegal in. "Gotta 
have this done ASAP Christie and in the mail today." He 
turned to Jim. "You're going to be available for the 
signature later?"

"Yes. How long?" Jim asked.

"A half hour," the girl replied as she exited the 
office.

"We'll wait." 

Shortly the paralegal had the Guardianship papers typed 
and on the lawyer's desk in the time she said. It was 
signed, notarized, and sent off to Kentucky by the time 
the mailman made his rounds to exchange mail with them. 

"It'll probably be next week before I get anything back. 
Of course I'll give you a call."

"Great." Jim and Laura left the office subdued. They 
knew they'd have to wait, since there was nothing else 
for them to do.

They returned home, Jim changing back in to his uniform 
as Laura sat in the living room waiting for him. He 
finally came out to put his boots back on.

He reached over to rub her back. Laura finally leaned 
over to kiss him on the cheek. 

"Thank you, Jim." 

Jim kissed her and finished tying his boots. "We can 
only hope your Mother signs the papers – and at the same 
time, have it notarized and sent back in a timely 
manner."

Jim kissed her again and left to return to post. 

Laura had supper nearly ready by the time Jim stepped in 
the door. 

Jim slipped an arm about Laura's waist. "You're spoiling 
me."

Laura smiled as she opened the oven. "Ta da. Herb 
Chicken. Found it in a cook book earlier."

She reached up to kiss him. He said lightly: "That I 
like."

The rest of the week seemed to crawl by with infinite 
slowness as each day they expected a call from the 
lawyer's office. It was Friday when the paralegal 
called. Laura was home when the phone rang late in the 
afternoon.

"This is Ms. Jennings from Bowers Law Office, is Mr. 
Anderson there?"

"Sorry, he's at Post on duty. He won't be home until 
maybe five." Then she asked: "Did she sign? My Mother 
that is?"

"That I can't say. I am not a lawyer. The papers did 
come back and Mr. Bower has them on his desk now."

"Oh. Thank you." Laura hung up the phone then called 
Jim's cell phone. It was off. She then called the unit 
orderly room. 

A Specialist answered the phone then said: "Yes. Ma'am, 
he's with the First Sergeant right now. I'll have him 
call you back as soon as he's finished."

Laura laid out his best clothes for him to change when 
he got home. Then Laura waited and waited, nervous. Jim 
arrived home near his usual time to find a scared girl 
waiting for him.

"What happened?" 

"You didn't get the message?" Laura asked tearfully. 
"The documents arrived this afternoon!"

"What! I'll kill a CQ runner myself!" Then he thought to 
check his cell phone. "Oh sh...!" The voice message icon 
was on. Jim grabbed up the phone to call the lawyer.

The call was transferred: "Yeah, I was expecting you 
this afternoon," he said testily. 

"What happened?"

"Never got the message until I got home."

"Well get down here, I'm waiting."

Jim changed as fast as possible and they were off to the 
lawyer's office. They arrived forty-five minutes later. 
The paralegal was waiting for them when they arrived. 
She showed them into Bowers' office.

"To make this short, she did sign, now it's up to the 
judge to sign off on this. I know which one I want."

"Good," Jim sighed as Laura held his hand and squeezed.

"But first things first. By law you'll have to satisfy 
him that this is all above board and I'll say this, this 
is nothing compared to a promotion board. You'll think 
you're going up before the E-five board again."

"What does that mean?" Laura asked.
	
"How you two met, and where? Why Mr. Anderson offered 
you a place to stay? What's happened since then? That's 
just to name a few questions."

"When will this happen?" Jim asked.

"Ninety days, then Christie will call the judge's 
chambers for a date and time." He said adding: "I know 
about last minute deployments and down-range time, so 
keep me posted. If I have to, I can have the date and 
time moved up or back if I have to. Oh, and one more 
thing, who'll watch her while you're in the field or 
deployed. Have all that information available when you 
meet with the judge."

It was nearly six-thirty before they stepped out of 
Bower's office. The paralegal was already gone.

"Well it wasn't such a disaster after all," she said as 
they stood beside the truck and hugged for a minute.

"But I'm still killing a CQ runner Monday," Jim said 
with a grin as he turned to help Laura into the big 
four-wheel drive."

The last was easy. They drove back to the mobile home 
park, thrilled her mother had signed, but still subdued. 
Jim wanted to treat Laura to a night out but a damper 
had been put on his plans. 

He took Laura over to some friends of his, a middle aged 
couple; he was an E6 soon to make E7 and his wife Marcie 
worked for an insurance agent nearby. 

Marcie answered the door: "Jim! Come in. And who is this 
lovely girl?"

"Hi. Marcie." Jim gave her a kiss on the cheek as they 
stepped in the door. He made the introductions then 
said: "That's what I need to talk to you and Jerry 
about. Is he here?"

"Yes. Jerry!"
	
Marcie stepped back as they entered and a middle aged 
man with pre-mature graying hair stepped out of the 
back.

"Jim. So how was NCOES?"

"A country club. I thought it was supposed to be harder 
than it was."

Jim turned to Laura to make the introductions then told 
her: "Jerry is slated for NCOES at Fort Knox next 
month."

Laura and Marcie let the men talk Army for a few minutes 
before they got down to business. Jim explained 
everything to them, Laura filling in some details.

Marcie exclaimed: "My god, how can your mother do such a 
thing?"

"I was becoming extra baggage to her I suppose," she 
told them.

Marcie and Jerry looked at each other then Marcie said: 
"Of course, Jim we'll watch her. She can come here when 
she wants."

Jim nodded his head in agreement.

"And of course when school starts," Jim added.

"Oh yes," Marcie said holding a hand up. "Can't forget 
that, can we?"

The discussion soon turned to sports and what the local 
teams were not doing. They finally left an hour later 
happy they were over another hurdle. The next was the 
judge; the rest involving the Army would be easy.

They walked home hand in hand enjoying the sun and the 
light moment of the evening. They stepped through the 
door Laura turned to face him. 
	
"This is the best thing that has happened in years. 
Jim." She stood on her toes to give him a kiss, her 
young firm breasts pressed against his chest.

"Laura," said Jim surprised by the girl's intimate kiss 
then said with a smile: "you know that is one thing that 
can get us in to trouble."

The girl nodded her head then pressed herself against 
him again. "I know. Can't help it."

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

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

"Babe," he said moving the girl away from the door. "We 
have to be careful what we do and where. No one can know 
we've acted outside certain bounds or we'll lose even 
before we get to court, then it'll be a whole different 
matter."

"Suppose it's something I want and no one is the wiser?"

She punctuated her question with a kiss. Jim couldn't 
restrain his hands from tracing the contours of her 
body. Laura gasped as his fingers measured the outline 
of her waist and curve of her ass. Her teeth sucked air 
in as Jim slowly tracked across the side of her thigh, 
moving towards her front.

They looked into each other's eyes for a minute, their 
faces and lips close enough to kiss each other again. 

Laura said into his mouth as she met his: "It doesn't 
matter anymore, Jim I'm yours."

Without another word, Jim guided Laura back to the sofa. 
As they sat, Laura moved on to Jim's lap. "Now you're 
not going anywhere," she said wrapping her arms around 
his neck hugging him as she kissed him again.

Jim's arms encircled the girl's slender waist as he slid 
the other along her legs. He knew this was wrong but 
Laura was the best thing that happened to him in years. 
Her small full firm young breasts were pressed against 
his chest. He felt the raging hardon he had as the girl 
kissed him.

"I wasn't planning on it," he said around her lips.

He had his arms around the girl's waist holding her 
close. His fingers touched her silken smooth skin where 
the T-shirt had come loose from her jeans. He took a 
chance as she continued to passionately kiss him to 
slide his hand up her shirt feeling the smooth skin and 
the narrow strap of the bra. He moved his hand around to 
feel the subtle curve of her maturing breast.

The girl crooned under her breath: "That feels good – 
rub my back a little more."

Jim caressed the gentle form of her breast, the nipples 
hardened as she felt him kissing and wanting her young 
body in the worse way. His other hand slipped down 
between her legs to feel the tender spot of her 
throbbing pussy through her jeans. She opened her legs 
letting Jim slip his hand between them.

She broke the kiss looking Jim in the eyes as she 
whispered: "I love you."

Jim smiled as he said: "I love you too."

That's what she wanted to hear from him. "Jim," she laid 
her head on his shoulder, "I know this is a lot to ask 
but I want to sleep with you."

The request was simple enough but it took Jim a moment 
to think of an appropriate answer. He knew the wrong 
answer would scotch their relationship. The wrong people 
ever found out that would end the whole thing in nothing 
flat. 

Jim said with some effort: "You know what this means, 
honey?"

Laura nodded her head. "We cannot have sex until I am 
eighteen."

"A long time for others, a short time for some."

Laura nodded her head again. "I understand. I am ready –
if you are?"

He picked her up in his strong arms to carry her in to 
the bed room. As he laid her on the bed he said leaning 
over her: "When you are eighteen we'll make a special 
night, a honeymoon night."

"I want you, Jim. It'll be hard but I'll wait until 
then."

Laura knew better as she stared up in to Jim's dark 
eyes. 

He gathered her shirt up pulling it over her head 
tossing it aside revealing the blue satin bra, her 
nipples tenting the fabric making an enticing vision of 
her beauty. Laura nervously fumbled with the snap of her 
jeans, opening them then pulled the zipper down. Jim 
grinned as he pulled the jeans off the girl tossing them 
aside. He glanced down at her matching blue lace panty; 
the panty was moist with her feminine juices seeping 
with her arousal.

Jim lay beside her kissing her and feeling her up 
running his hand along her side. "You know, babe," he 
said quietly as if someone would hear him. "Never a word 
of this to anyone. This for the next two years has to be 
our secret."

Laura put her hands about Jim's head to kiss him again. 
"I know our secret. To the world we'll be uncle and 
niece."

The girl allowed a slight smile she added: "At night in 
our own time we'll love each other." She was quiet for a 
moment then said: "I am virgin, Jim."

The revelation surprised Jim but Laura was unable to see 
his expression in the dark as she shifted her head on 
his chest. "I dated a few times, but seems it was all 
the same with some of the guys. All they wanted was to 
take me out somewhere to lay me. A few knew I was still 
virgin, they treated me like some conquest until I said 
"No" then they dropped me like I had the plaque or 
something." 

Jim was silent as she said softly: "I want to stay here, 
Jim."

"You will." He stroked her fine soft tresses savoring 
the feeling as Laura hugged his chest.
	
IV.

For the next three months they retained an Uncle – Niece 
plutonic relationship to the neighbors and the other 
NCO's on Post. They went shopping together; Laura pretty 
much knew how to put a shopping list together and 
managed to keep Jim on a tight budget in the 
supermarket. She learned from Marcie how to read Jim's 
monthly LES (Leave and Earning Statement); a soldier's 
rank on his or her uniform at a glance; when she finally 
got her dependent's ID card same month, the services she 
was eligible for. 

"Especially medical," Marcie told her. "That is tops -- 
after that the commissary."

Jim finally treated Laura to a special weekend near the 
end of August, at a bikers bar in town just before 
school started. Johnny's was a biker bar, but it wasn't 
a biker's bar. More families came in there than bikers, 
rednecks, and tourists. Johnny's was an early-day sports 
bar before sports bars were a fade, which offered 
everything from pool, sports on TV's, to the best 
hamburgers and pizzas, and fried chicken in town. 

Laura was dressed in a pair of beautiful designer jeans 
and near-form fitting sleeveless pullover shirt that 
showed the outline of her bra, and knee high boots. Jim 
got a nice hardon checking her out before they left. 
Jim's mind went to: What color her bra and panty was.

They drove in to town and to the bar and the outside 
seating outside was already crowded.

Jim turned his big K5 Blazer in to the parking lot 
already crowded with Harleys, Victory's, and Castles of 
all sorts. By unspoken tradition anything else parked on 
the street. 

"Hey, look whose here!" said Jim pointing to the other 
trucks. "Scott and Dan."

"Where?" she asked looking around at the array of cars 
and trucks and bike's.

"I recognize the trucks."

"Oh."

Johnny's Jim explained was a converted old car shop 
built in the 1930's. Other parts of the building were 
leased by a beauty shop and a lawyer and a finance 
company. Good combination of tenants.

Jim put his arm around her and led her to the door as a 
group of bikers followed them. No one really paid much 
attention to what the jocks on either of six 80 inch 
display screens were doing. They walked in to the blast 
of a combo-band that was competing with a battery of 
TV's all tuned to different sports events around the 
world, people talking; the live band trying to compete 
with the televisions as a few tried dancing on the small 
dance floor.

Laura hugged up to Jim as they waited for the hostess to 
return. When the girl returned, a young blonde in red 
short-shorts, white top with Johnny's in blue script, 
and white rubber shoes. "Welcome to Johnny's, Jim."

"`Evening, Jenny," said Jim when the girl walked up to 
them.

"How many?" she had to shout over the noise.

"Two," and Jim spotted his friends. "Hey, Scott and 
Jenny's here; there's Dan and Emily."

They waved to each other. Scott pointed to the table 
next to theirs which had just been vacated.

The tables on the upper levels were arranged on tiers 
three high.

"Up there?" the girl shouted.

"Right," said Jim as they crossed the room to the tiered 
section of tables. The girl led them up to the upper 
tier of tables near the two couples.

The young hostess promptly showed them to the booth 
where Scott and Dan with their girls were already 
engrossed in a large pizza.

They settled in and Jim made the introductions.

"Niece?" said Scott above the noise. "Welcome."

Jim made the introductions; the waitress brought another 
round of beers and a Coke for Laura. 

Both Scott and Dan were old Army friends of Jim's.

Jennifer – Jenny, was a girl from work that Scott 
Harrison and Dan Anderson knew. Jenny moved in with 
Scott couple months ago – he can be so lucky. Those two 
proved to be an item around Luthron Avionics. Emily, a 
young divorcee was dating Dan.

The girls got to know each other as Scott, Dan and Jim 
swapped old war stories and whatever else. By the time 
Jim and Laura left two hours later Laura was happy they 
went. 

"I liked it," she said as they stepped on to the street, 
she ran a finger around her ears to clear them. "Jenny 
and Emily are great ladies."

"Do it again?" he asked as they walked over to my truck.

"Of course."

They drove around for a while, Laura enjoying the 
evening.

They arrived home some time later that evening, Laura as 
happy as she had ever been before. Jim went to make a 
pot of his best lead 30-weight tankers' coffee – 
guaranteed to take the paint off a five ton.

He looked back at Laura a couple times as he waited for 
the coffee to perk; she went to the bed room to change 
into one of her favorite baby doll nighties. She 
returned to the kitchen as the coffee finally perked and 
he poured them each a cup of the steaming black liquid.

Laura managed to drink it. They say all coffee does is 
make a drunk a wide-awake drunk. Laura was not that way 
drinking sodas all night but by the second cup she was 
too tired to care. Jim leaned over to kiss her. He 
enjoyed her as she let him have his way with her. During 
all this heavy petting and making out Jim had three cups 
which is about normal for him. 

Laura finished the coffee in her cup and set it on the 
table: "Um, Jim, besides coffee – what else did you put 
in it?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Strong as hell..." 

"Oh. Just four scoops of grounds in a Mr. Coffee."

"Oh." She sipped it then set the cup aside. "I am tired, 
hon, let's go to bed."

Jim took the girl by the hand leading her back to their 
bed room. It was their bed room now and Laura enjoyed 
the feeling of having Jim beside her at night. When he 
was away from her at night or the week, she missed him.

Near the end of the month Jim called his sister on a 
weekend night. His sister Sharon was stunned. "You're 
nuts, Jim! This is like playing with fire with a can of 
gas!"

"I know. But I couldn't think of anything else." He 
said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't let her 
go out all by herself and her parents are divorced, her 
mother running around with some guy by the name of Jack. 
And if welfare got a hold of her – she'd be in some 
foster home in nothing flat."

Sharon said recovering her composure: "Yeah, I suppose I 
do owe you for all the help you gave us when Tom lost 
his job. Yeah, tell me what you need."

Laura and Jim heaved a sigh of relief as Jim explained 
to Sharon what it was she was to do in case the welfare 
people in her county got involved. Otherwise they'd be 
investigating her real mother who was who-knew where by 
then. 

"Yeah, in a way that will be easy," Sharon replied. "And 
I'll explain the whole idea to Tom later. Good luck `bro 
– you'll need it now."

"Thanks, Sis – Now I'll owe ya."

"Just take good care of her, Jim. The girl needs you 
now."

Laura wanted to cry as Jim cut the phone connection. Jim 
hung on to Laura as she cried. "Thank god Sharon went 
along with this crazy plan of ours."

Laura was scared as she considered what could happen 
now. She was crying softly as she held her hands over 
her eyes. Tears trickled down her face, eyes red from 
crying again. She looked up at Jim beside her: 
	
"Jim, I love you. I don't want to be taken away from 
you."

Jim held the girl for a moment kissing her and holding 
her as she cried.

"Let's go to bed, honey."

They walked back to the bed room that they'd been 
sharing for the past month.

They undressed, Jim stripping to his briefs, Laura just 
her panty then they lay beside each other with just the 
sheet over them. 

Jim was silent as he held the girl stroking her hair as 
he did each night savoring the silken feel and young 
body as she lay beside him now; a wonderful feeling that 
he missed until Laura entered his life. 

"This is what I want," she murmured laying her head on 
his shoulder.

He held the girl close to him: "Nothing of this can slip 
out, honey. What we do in the dark of night or our time 
together is between us, no one else."

"I know. There'll be all kinds of trouble if it does." 
She kissed him. "I'm not one of those loose brain chatty 
types anyway."

He rolled on to his side to passionately kiss her. 

The week before the hearing, Bower's paralegal called to 
say the hearing would be held in the Judge's chambers at 
ten o'clock.

"This is it honey," he said as they sat down to supper 
that evening. "All or nothing."

He would see in a few days if all his efforts were worth 
the gamble. He knew this would be tougher than any 
promotion board or soldier of the month board he'd been 
before.
 
The day of the guardianship hearing Laura dressed in the 
conservative black three piece business suit Jim had 
bought her at an upscale women's boutique; he was in a 
black suit that he hadn't worn since his wife and 
daughter's funeral two years before.

They arrived at the court house with time to spare 
having to go through all the checks and getting from the 
entrance to the Division and Judge's chambers. They 
entered the outer office; a legal secretary greeted them 
and had them sit for a moment. "The Judge is in court 
right now. Won't last much longer."

Their lawyer, John Bower walked in to the office, they 
smiled and relieved he made it on time. They waited 
nervously until the Judge walked in his robe open 
grumbling it was too hot to be formal. He stopped in 
front of them: "Miss Wright and Mr. Anderson, I presume? 
And John, you're the attorney?"

Jim stood. "Yes, sir – err, you're honor."

"No need to be formal now. Here," he ushered them in to 
his chambers. They waited as he took the gown off 
tossing it on to a chair and sat. He pulled a folder 
thick with a sheath of papers from a pile on the side of 
his desk,

Opening it he looked at the first page and read aloud: 
"The matter of the guardianship of Miss Laura Wright, a 
minor, and the guardian and next friend Mr James 
Anderson." He paused as he looked across the desk at 
Jim. "I've only had one other of this type in my career 
and the parents were deceased. However, as was found 
out, and Mr Bower was on top of this situation, for all 
intents and purposes, Miss Wright has been abandoned by 
her Mother and – I suppose Jake Bergman is supposed to 
be her step-father?"

"Yes, your honor," Bower spoke up. "But as far as the 
county people there know, nothing to the sort has been 
filed."

The Judge made a noise in his throat and went on:

"I suppose the implications of this have been discussed, 
Mr Bower?" He turned back to John Bower for 
confirmation. Bower nodded his head. "Good. I won't go 
in to all the legal ramifications then. Suffice to say, 
Mr Anderson you are already aware of them?"

"Yes, your honor."

Jim knew the consequences all too well. He recalled the 
day the two men were arrested, the Sergeant Major hauled 
the battalion into the battalion classroom for a fifteen 
minute lecture:... if your that horny, there are other 
ways to take care of the problem.

"Good. Something that has been in your favor, her Mother 
signed the guardianship papers and sent them right back; 
the other, her biological father is in jail out of state 
for a DUI and driving on a suspended license – one of 
three to my knowledge."

Laura could only listen as the Judge concentrated his 
questions on Jim. Bowers listened and spoke very little. 

At last the Judge turned to address the girl: "As far as 
the social services office could check, there is no 
living relatives – expect an aunt and she's in a 
retirement home. So..."

He drew out the word so, "it seems unless you prefer a 
foster home..."

Laura felt her face flush and blood run cold for a 
moment. She was able to say: "No, sir – err, I mean no 
you honor."

The Judge and Bowers did not miss that she was holding 
Jim's hand, squeezing it as she answered the Judge.

The Judge allowed the up turning of his mouth. "I didn't 
think so." He stopped at that point leaning forward on 
the desk he looked at the group. "I get the impression 
here, Mr. Anderson this is your way of helping keep this 
young lady off the streets and give her a good home. I 
have here, through social services several affidavits, 
to include your first sergeant and sergeant major of 
your bearing as a soldier and – I am sorry for your 
loss: a good father and husband. You have steady 
employment – the Army. 

Despite the hardships of its ways, you are to be 
commended for what you have done – and did. Thank you, 
Sergeant Anderson for all you have done. Now..." He 
punched a button on his telephone consol. "Mary, bring 
in the Notary, please I have some papers which need 
notarization."

Laura felt butterflies in her stomach as they waited for 
the secretary to bring in the Notarization stamp and log 
book. She laid out the notary log book, the Judge signed 
it then Mary took the various papers which everyone 
began signing. Laura watched as Jim nervously signed the 
documents making him guardian for Laura.

The Judge commented: "I think in domestic law, this and 
adoption are the only bright lights in the whole 
business. I see no end of wrangling and custody fights 
to make a good old fashion bar room brawl look good."

The Judge stood. "Mr. Anderson, you are to be commended 
for what you have done."

"Thank you, your honor." Jim looked at the papers then 
showed Laura.

The girl felt the tears in her eyes as she read the 
final line that gave Jim guardianship of Laura Rose 
Wright. 

They filed out of the chambers to the hallway. John 
Bowers said: "I thought this would be worse than it 
was."

"So did I." Jim reached in his jacket pocket to take out 
his check book opened it to hand Bowers a check covering 
the first half of the retainer fee. "Thanks, John for 
all you have done."

Bowers nodded his head as he took the check from Jim. 
"The least I could do."

Laura felt as if she were walking on air as they left 
the court house. 

They stopped at the street looking both ways. Jim asked 
her: "Well, my dear, now what would you like to do?"

"Celebrate!" the girl nearly shouted.

Jim laughed with the relief he finally felt that the 
hearing went better than they expected. "Good, let's go 
down to my favorite watering holes: Johnny's."

They walked from the court house to the bar and grill a 
couple blocks away hand-in-hand. 


IV.

However, it wasn't all "peaches and cream" for Jim and 
Laura. They had their differences of opinion; she wanted 
her space, on occasion he'd come home grouchy. But all 
in all they were contented with their life style. 
September she was attending school and doing better than 
she would have otherwise. Jim assured her of that. Laura 
developed her circle of friends which he was glad of; 
the school campus was not that far away; mid-way between 
the shopping center and home.

It was a few days later that Jim arrived home, Laura was 
sitting at the kitchen table doing her home, he said: 
"How would you like to play Cinderella?"

Laura looked at him strangely as he tossed his hat on to 
the bookcase. "What's the catch?"

They kissed then he explained: "NCO Dining Out and Ball. 
Wives, girlfriends -- and um, nieces."

"I'm invited?" Laura squealed. "Oh! I don't have 
anything for it."

"You will." He sat down to take his boots off. "I saw 
evening dresses in that store where we got your suit for 
court."

"When are we going? To the store that is?"

"Tomorrow morning – unless..."

"Nothing that is important that can't wait." She leaned 
over to kiss Jim. "You're the greatest."

Saturday morning Laura was awake early shaking Jim 
awake.

"Huh, what?"

"It's four o'clock. When does the store open?"

The room was still dark, Laura was anxious to get going. 

"Hon, we got nearly four hours before the store opens." 
Laura hovered over him. Jim reached up to draw the girl 
down to him. "And two weeks before the affair. Lots of 
time to get ready."

"For who?" Laura moved on top of Jim. Their lips touched 
and they kissed. 

"My mistake." Jim had an instant hardon as they kissed 
sliding his hands up and down her back. "Love it. I been 
a couple years since I woke up like this."

Laura knew what Jim was referring to but said nothing, 
she didn't him hurting any more than he was.

 Eight thirty they got in to the truck for the quick 
drive in to town and Jackie's Women's Boutique. The lady 
who owned the store was surprised to see them back. Jim 
told her of the occasion:

"Go for it, honey. Whatever you think you need?"

Laura looked agape at the rack full of dresses. Jim 
slipped out of the store and down the street to a bar 
for a few beers. Nearly an hour later his cell phone 
buzzed. 

"Ready." And there was a giggle before the connection 
was cut.

He went back to the store and a happy girl was waiting 
for him.

Jim took the receipt from the lady holding back a 
choking noise as he looked it over. He handed the lady 
his credit card. She ran it, smiling as Laura gathered 
up her purchases and a suit bag with the dress she 
picked out. He suddenly felt $200.00 lighter. They 
exited to the street and to the truck where it was 
parked. Laura hung the bag with the dress in the back 
and carefully set the box with the new shoes and bags 
with the accessories on the back seat. Jim watched her 
as she was proudly arranging everything on the seat.

He gave her a quick kiss then helped her in. "The 
princess' coach awaits."

She turned leaning out putting her arms around his neck.

"Thank you, Jim. Thank you... I do love you."

The kiss was filled with her passion and love for Jim. 
He was thankful there was a rear parking for the shop. 
He glanced up at the windows of the surrounding 
buildings to see if anyone was watching: hard to tell.

He took her to lunch at the Village Inn not far away. 
Then they went home.

The following Saturday was the affair. That afternoon 
Jim took off for awhile while Laura was at the hair 
dresser getting her hair fixed. Everything worked out: 
Jim couldn't believe it, he showed up back at the salon 
with a car that surprised her.

"Where's your truck?" she asked, surprised as Jim held 
the door open for her.

"Home. I took a cab to the car rental agency the paper 
work was all ready for me when I got there. We'll just 
have to allow a few extra minutes to get on post since 
this doesn't have a post ID sticker."

She got in, drew in a deep breath: "Doesn't smell like 
your truck."

"Huh?"

She giggled. "The 'I've been owned for...' how years 
have you had it?"
 
"Eight."

"Right. Eight years." She giggled again as he drove her 
home. 

That evening as they were getting ready Jim wondered 
what Laura had bought. Laura had been very secretive all 
week about the dress. She wanted Jim to be proud of her 
that night. She was sitting at the new vanity he had 
bought for her that just fit in the bed room. She was in 
the panty hose, and black strappy heels, no bra. She 
looked at him in the mirror.

"Be ready in a moment." She batted her eyes at him in 
the mirror.

The slight odor of a special perfume waifed through the 
air tantalizing his nose, he tried to guess what it was 
but had to wait until later.

Jim was in his dress blues. He slipped on the jacket 
with the arrangement of awards and decorations. She 
watched as he put the jacket on. She had found the 
uniform one day when she was alone. She could only 
wonder what all the medals stood for.

"Um, I'll wait in the living room."

She waited until Jim stepped out of the bed room to get 
the dress out of the cloths bag.

The dress was sleeveless lavender with an empire waist; 
a band of silver sequins about the waist, with the hem 
just above the knees she knew would make Jim proud of 
her. 
	
She put on the bracelet and earrings; she decided to let 
Jim do the necklace. She stood from the vanity, checked 
herself one last time then put the shawl to go with the 
dress about her shoulders then walked out to the living 
room.

"Ta, da," She said as she twirled about, the hem lifting 
as she spun around.

Jim could only think this was the defining moment for 
the girl and him as he looked her over. The back, what 
he could see was below her shoulder blades, the front 
low showing enough of her cleavage to still be 
conservative. 

"Um, lovely, hon. Lovely." Jim was breathless as he 
looked her over.

She handed him the necklace which he put on her then 
kissed her neck then her lips. 

Passing through the front gate Laura smiled serenely at 
the MP's as they checked the car over then issued Jim 
the pass. They arrived at the NCO club on post with 
other NCO's from his unit. For some, this was the first 
time they met Jim's ward.

From the moment they arrived at the NCO Club Laura was a 
hit. The young single NCO's fawned over her the evening, 
more than a couple wanting to dance with her. Jim let 
her enjoy herself. She was the princess that night. 
Laura hung on to Jim's arm, she was giddy with the night 
as she left the Club. 

She said: "Jim, can we ride around for a while?"

"Sure. Enjoyed yourself tonight?"

"Very..." She had a broad smile as Jim held the door 
open for her. "I'm not ready to go home yet. Like a prom 
but better."

She slipped into the car he leaned in to kiss her. "My 
bidding, sweet heart."

Once they left post and were on the highway she wished 
the car didn't have the console in the middle. He 
noticed the dress had ridden part way up her legs. At a 
stop light at the edge of town Jim reached over to slide 
his hand up her silken clad leg. He slid his hand up her 
leg to her hip. Laura felt his hard strong hand moving 
gently along her leg stopping briefly at her hip.

"Like that?" she asked feeling her face flush as he 
slipped his hand between her legs.

Jim had never been this daring with her in public, even 
though they were in the car.

They drove around seeing the city lights at night. At 
another stop light that was exceptionally long he again 
slipped his hand under her dress to feel her up slipping 
his hand between her legs. Laura drew in a quick breath 
feeling Jim's hand slid between her legs along her 
tender young virgin pussy. Laura looked down at her 
lover in the light from the street lights to see the 
bulge in his pants. She smiled knowing what it meant.

She noticed they were in an area clear of traffic; she 
reached over to feel his erection. She grasped his erect 
phallus squeezing it just enough to make him moan. She 
knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to get a 
rise out of Jim, and she had succeeded. 

"Keep that up baby and we'll have to stop somewhere to 
take care of business."

The girl giggled as she withdrew her hand. "Later?"

"Later."

His mind was telling him one thing: No. His body was 
saying: Yes. Take the girl to bed and take her 
virginity. But is that what she really wanted now? He 
already more than aware the girl could be a little 
tease.


IV. 

Jim watched as Laura undressed, hung the dress up 
carefully placing it in the closet. She was sexy in the 
panty hose, heels and no bra. But he imagined what she 
would have looked like if she added the matching bra he 
knew she had. He had a nice hardon as he watched the 
girl get ready for bed. Jim quickly undressed, hung up 
his uniform. He held his hand out to her and led her out 
to the kitchen where he made their traditional Saturday 
mid-night coffee. Laura was still feeling the thrill of 
the night talking about all the people she had met and 
the ones Jim had introduced her to. Finally they went 
back to the bedroom where he was joined in bed by Laura. 

Jim moved on to his side to passionately kiss Laura 
holding the girl close. The slight scent of Laura's 
perfume waifed through the air surrounding his senses: 
"God," he thought, "she is pretty." 

They lay in each other arms; Laura's head on his 
shoulder contented with her time as "the belle of the 
ball." They hugged and kissed, Jim savoring the feel of 
the girl's sylvan body; in turn she enjoyed the feeling 
of Jim's body, the feel of his hard manhood pressing 
against her as he kissed and nuzzled her. The feeling of 
wanting each other was strong tonight but Jim knew he 
couldn't take her just yet.

Sometime later Laura lay awake beside Jim who was not 
asleep either. 

Jim thought about how he lay in bed as Laura entered 
wearing one of her new chemises; the sight of her in the 
chemise or a sheer nightie had its effect of turning him 
on. Laura slipped into bed beside him lying close to 
him. Each night the two would kiss and feel each other 
until they reached orgasms and had to take showers: 
usually together. 

Laura lifted her head to look at the luminesce read out 
of the clock. One o'clock and she didn't even feel 
tired. Sitting up she looked down at Jim beside her. 
"Jim?"

"Hmmm? Yeah?"

"I can't sleep." 

He rolled on his side facing Laura. He could just make 
out her silhouette hovering over him in the dark. "At 
least it's Saturday going in to Sunday. What did you 
have in mind?" 

Jim knew but didn't say anything; he would let Laura 
make the first move. The girl usually did especially 
since she moved in to bed with him. They shared many 
intimate nights together. Jim was not hesitant as he 
slipped his hand under the nightie caressing her 
breasts, he would move his hand down to her panty clad 
pussy to caress and finger her to an orgasm. She would 
moan with the pleasure as she came, her juices flowing 
in to her panty wetting it and his fingers. 

Laura reached over to turn on a bedside light. The girl 
looked in to her lover's eyes feeling his cock against 
her. She spread her legs as she moved on to him 
positioning her hips and pussy over his engorged cock. 
She began rubbing herself against his cock until she 
began breathing harder. Laura could feel herself getting 
warmer and aroused as she was getting off on what she 
was doing. She acted as if she had Jim's cock inside her 
already, he had taken her virginity, and was using her 
now, ravishing her: she wanted him now.

Jim was moving his hips up and down, back-and-forth 
rubbing his engorged cock against her throbbing pussy.

Suddenly she felt the hot searing pain of her orgasm as 
she came, her virgin juices flowing in to her panty. 
"Aaaaagh, ooooh! I – I came, my lover..." Jim suddenly 
groaned cam in a torrent juices mingling with Laura's. 
The girl collapsed on to Jim's chest her hair spread to 
the side as he held her, her breasts pressed against his 
chest. He always enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressed 
against his side. 

She slowly slid off him to lie beside him for a moment 
out of breath.

The girl hesitated still out of breath as she moved 
closer to Jim. She said: "I know it's supposed to be 
wrong and all, but... Jim, be my first and only... take 
me tonight."

She looked at Jim in the dark. There was a moment of 
hesitation on his part then Laura said: "I'm on the pill 
now. I finally had a talk with the school nurse a couple 
days and she had the school doctor put me on the pill."

Jim felt a bit shocked by her revelation but leaned over 
to kiss her. "Beat me to it. I was going to take you 
down to Marcie and have her explain that to you."

"You're not mad?"

"No. Why should I be?"

"No." She smiled at his remark.
	
He kissed her again and she moved in to his arms his 
cock stiff and hard again pressed against her waist. She 
reached down between them to slip her small delicate 
hand in to his briefs to take hold of his cock wet with 
his own juices. She said: "Jim, take me. I am yours. I 
don't want to wait any more. No one will ever know."

He could feel his cock aching for relief again as she 
slowly moved her hand up and down stroking his cock, 
loving it; the girl was enjoying what she was doing. In 
her young mind, Jim was her man.

"This is a big step, honey."

Laura moved on to her back as Jim leaned over to kiss 
her face then moved to her neck. She said: "I know. I'm 
glad we took a chance on each other. You've been so good 
to me. I couldn't ask for more. I know what I want, 
darling. I'm willing and ready for you." 

Jim kissed the girl's lips even more passionately. Their 
tongues played a brief tango. He drew his tongue back 
across the roof her mouth. Laura moaned with the passion 
she now felt as she tried to duplicate what Jim was 
doing to her.

"Aaaaaah, yesss," she sighed as Jim moved down to her 
chest and breasts.

The sound of Laura's sighs turned Jim on even more. He 
got ahold of the bottom of her baby doll to gather it up 
to her small full firm young breasts. He kissed her 
about her breasts finding her pert nipples to nuzzle 
each one. Her feminine juices were seeping from her as 
she let Jim have his way with her.

Jim stopped. Laura's eyes fluttered open. "What...?"

"There is one thing we should do first," he said sitting 
up lifting Laura with him. "Shower."

Laura took the baby doll off tossing it aside. "Right – 
and together." She kneeled on the bed enjoying the 
moment as Jim gazed up at her in the warm glow of the 
lamp light. She got out of bed to strip the wet panty 
off. Jim sat on the edge of the bed to slip his wet 
briefs off. Naked, Jim turned to pick Laura up in his 
arms to carry her to the bathroom. 

The girl giggled kissed Jim as he carried her to the 
bathroom.

The warm water and soap washed the cum from them as they 
soaped each other; Jim felt Laura up in the shower 
getting the girl aroused until she cam again. Then she 
knelt in front of him his cock stiff and hard she took 
it sliding her mouth over the long thick shaft sucking 
him off until he came in her mouth. Laura giggled 
afterward. "Mmm, you like that, don't you?"

Jim groaned as his male seed filled the girl's mouth, 
she swallowed it: "God, Laura you're the best."

Jim finally turned the water off Laura took the towels 
they dried each other off. Jim gathered the towels up, 
picked up the girl in his arms, Laura giggled again, 
they went back to the bedroom where he laid her on the 
bed. They toweled each other until the girl was aroused 
again. Jim tossed the towels aside hovering over the 
girl, her breathing hard as Jim kissed her down her face 
and neck and chest, stopping to kiss and nibble on her 
young full firm breasts swollen with her passion and 
arousal.

"Let's do something special." She suggested breathing 
hard as Jim sucked at her young breasts. "The way you 
said we should our first time."

Jim moved back up looking down on the girl. "What do you 
suggest?"

"Get dressed up. Do it like you're going to seduce me. I 
want that."
	
Jim was surprised by the girl's suggestion. He grinned. 
"Sure. We'll do it the way we have talked about."

Laura returned Jim's grin of satisfaction. Jim took dark 
slacks, sans belt from the closet, pulled them on then 
noticed Laura hesitated.

"I want to surprise you," she said.

He pulled the shirt on and stepped out of the room as 
she started for the closet.

A short time later Laura emerged from the bedroom in the 
dress she had worn that evening. Jim felt himself get 
hard again as Laura crossed the room to sit beside him. 
Jim swallowed as she sat beside him, He glanced down at 
the nylon clad legs then up at the gentle rise of her 
breasts, her hair still held the curl and wave from the 
beauty shop. 

Jim slipped his arm about the girl's shoulder drawing 
her closer.

"Not scared are you?" he asked kissing her on the cheek.

Laura shook her head, her brown tresses swishing back 
and forth as she turned her lips to his. "This is what I 
want."

They kissed. Jim slid his hand up her side to her breast 
to feel its small firm size. Pressing his hand against 
it, he felt the outline of the bra. For a fleeting 
moment he wondered what color the bra and panty were; 
probably black lace. He knew she had several bras and 
panties of black lace and nylon. 
	
He moved his hand to her back to feel for the zipper and 
small snap. He found them, unfasten the snap then 
carefully pulled the zipper down as he slipped his 
tongue inside her mouth. Laura moaned as his tongue slid 
across the roof of her mouth. Their tongues played a 
tango as he slid his hand across her back feeling the 
thin strap of her bra. For the moment he enjoyed the 
feel of the girl's skin and the small bra. 

With his other hand, Jim was caressing Laura's fine 
legs. From the beginning he liked what he saw. Slowly he 
drew her dress up to her hips until he was able to see 
her garter belt and stockings and the little panty. 
Caressing her legs she slipped on to his lap opening her 
legs to let him slip his hand between them. She softly 
moaned. Throwing her head back she felt the pressure of 
his hand against her virginity. Rocking herself back and 
forth on his lap she unconsciously pressed her legs 
together trapping his hand between them. Jim liked the 
feel of his hand between the girl's legs; trapped 
against her pussy, the wetness of her cum seeped in to 
the little panty. 

Jim continued caressing her pussy and then her breasts 
until she cam, moaning her pleasure as the creamy fluid 
surged on to Jim's fingers. He laid the girl back on the 
sofa; her head resting on the pillow, her golden brown 
hair lay in a fan about her head. She looked up at Jim 
with awe and wonder as he gathered the dress up to her 
waist. With a grin of pleasure he grasped the waist band 
of her little panty and slowly drew in down her legs. 
The girl was vulnerable to her lover's lust and desires 
for her. 

Jim pulled the girl's little panty down and lowered his 
mouth to her bra covered breasts sucking and licking 
each one. They had done this to each other and it was 
always a thrill to the girl when Jim kissed her all 
over. He moved his mouth to the brown thatch of hair and 
her throbbing wet pussy. She knew it would only be a 
matter of minutes before she could no longer say she was 
virgin.

The girl's juices seeped as she breathed harder, her 
chest rising and falling with her breathing. She watched 
her lover as he kissed her waist and stomach and hips; 
sucking, kissing and laving her as he moved lower on her 
stomach and hips and then down to her virgin slit, his 
tongue again flicking over her little clit.

Jim dragged his extended tongue up and over the 
withering girl's swollen clit. Suddenly she felt the 
searing heat and then the rush of fluid from her, Jim 
lapping at the feminine cream surging on to his tongue.

"Oh, god. Jim... honey, yes," the girl groaned as she 
gabbed at his hair pulling his face in to her thrusting 
hips. "Oh, that's so nice," she moaned. "Keep doing it! 
Keep doing it!"

Jim continued with his oral ministering, running his 
tongue back and forth over the lips that were now 
totally open to his mouth and tongue as if to try to 
pull him inward and hold him there. On each pass over 
her pussy, Jim would pause at the top of Laura's slit 
and suck the hard little bud of her clit between his 
lips. Laura's head was flopping from side to side: "Oh 
yes, yes!" She held on to her lover, grasping his back, 
digging her finger nails in to his flesh, crying, 
gasping – the feeling was awesome. She jerked her hips 
wildly against the overwhelming pleasure that her lover 
was giving to her. Then, as Jim sucked at her clit, he 
brought his hand to her cunt and slipped a finger past 
her lips and into the untouched area beyond.

Laura felt the need for release of her juices; she 
whimpered and moaned, the feeling was a burning desire, 
she shuddered as she orgasmed. The intensity and 
duration of her cum was unlike anything she had ever 
felt before. "Oh god, Jim..." the girl moaned hoarsely 
as Jim probed her. Wave after wave engulfed her and just 
as one set of spasms would pass another would flood over 
her. 

Laura pulled Jim's head away from her pulsing young 
pussy as she just couldn't stand the good feelings to 
continue the way they were. She pulled him up next to 
her and kissed him deeply. She could taste her own 
girlhood fluids on him and loved the thought of how 
those juices had gotten there. She had calmed down to a 
degree where she was again conscious of the ache deep in 
her vagina and the itching of her pussy lips as if they 
cried out for more. 

"Oh that was so delicious," Laura said to Jim as her 
body ground against his. "Please do me now." she pleaded 
with a lustful hunger in her eyes. Though everything 
prior to this had been marvellous for both of them, this 
was THE moment!

Jim slid over her body and between her legs which Laura 
had spread wide for him. He quickly unfasten and pushed 
the pants down, his malehood sprang out at her. The girl 
knew that was hers to enjoy, no one else would know the 
pleasures of it inside her pussy after tonight.

Laura's lower legs came up off the sofa and rubbed over 
Jim's thighs. As he positioned himself before her he 
took his malehood in his hand, gently rubbing it over 
the well-lubricated folds of her throbbing opening. 
Laura moaned with the pleasure she felt as she reached 
down putting her hand over his and together they guided 
his cock to the opening of her virginity. Gently they 
worked the tip of his hard member into her pulsing hole. 
The flowing folds of her girlhood wrapped around the tip 
of his penis. 

"Now honey, now," Laura moaned as she moved her hand 
away from his manhood. Her arms reached up to embrace 
him as she spread herself even wider as her legs wrapped 
around Jim. Jim pushed forward tenderly. 

The tip of his malehood touched and probed the girl's 
throbbing love nest. Laura gasped and moaned as she felt 
Jim's hard thick cock touch her then move past the nice 
and tight opening until he was just inside her. Laura 
was breathing heavily as Jim groaned with the tightness 
of the girl's virginity; his hard thick manhood filled 
her tightness.

With all the girl's surge of juices there was little 
friction, but the tightness of her virginity demanded 
Jim go slow as he penetrated her for the first time. As 
his cock slid slowly into her, Laura could feel the 
walls of her virgin pussy trying to stretch to 
accommodate his engorged manhood, but pleasurable 
malehood. As the head of Jim's cock slipped past the 
lips at the entrance to her love opening, they both felt 
something!

Laura felt the slight pulling and stinging pain that was 
Jim's penetration of her virginity, while he experienced 
the reward of having a virgin's pussy lips peel the 
foreskin back over the head of his penis. But he slowly 
and incessantly forced his cock in to Laura's hot, tight 
little body. 

"God, you're so good. Baby – you're so good. You're my 
little Miss Nice and Tight, aren't you?"

Then with a hard forceful thrust that jabbed the girl's 
virgin maidenhood, that gossamer thin membrane that had 
kept her virgin was now gone as Jim sunk himself into 
her.

Laura felt so incredibly filled. "Yes," she gasped, "yes 
–and my lover – only mine."

That massive manhood of her lover seemed so huge was now 
buried as deeply into the young girl's pussy as far as 
it could possible go. She could feel the lips of her 
pussy stretched around the base of Jim's cock and the 
balls she had toyed with earlier were now bouncing up 
against her. 

Jim couldn't get over the absolute wonderfulness of 
having his cock buried all the way inside Laura's cunt. 
She was so nice and tight and hot, and he just wanted to 
let his malehood soak in her pussy's love juices 
forever. 

When Laura moved beneath him, Jim could feel the muscles 
in her cunt squeezing and pulling on his cock. Finally 
he began to pull his penis from Laura's cunt. Slowly, 
slowly, until just the head was left inside her. As he 
pulled his cock out of Laura, she felt a tremendous 
emptiness forming inside her as though something that 
belonged there was no longer where it should be. 

"No, no don't do that to me," she pleaded thinking he 
was stopping what he was doing to her. "I want to feel 
you inside me..."

However, Jim reversed his motion and again sent his 
hardness thrusting into her depths and her emptiness 
faded. As Jim began a slow rhythmic pumping in and out 
of Laura, he couldn't believe the absolute, pure ecstasy 
of her pussy lips caressing his dick.

From just barely inside her, to buried as deep as he 
could possibly be in her warm folds, each passage was 
heaven. It felt better and better and better, until Jim 
knew that the moment had come. His cock rammed all the 
way into the girl's tight warm pussy she began to buck 
and jerk. Then he sensed he could no longer last with 
this little minx; his balls tightened and his cock 
burned and then the release of his lust for her; squirt 
after squirt of his hot creamy male juices pumped into 
Laura's receptive cunt. Laura could feel Jim's spasms 
deep inside her; she gripped him tight with her arms and 
legs. Her vaginal walls closed tightly around his 
throbbing penis as if to lock it away there forever as 
her own spasms of pleasure tingled over every inch of 
her body.

"Ahhh yessss, darling!" Laura groaned with pleasure as 
Jim groaned with the pleasure of the release of his cum; 
he emptied himself into her releasing a year of self-
doubt that he would ever find desire in another woman , 
or girl's arms. "I am yours, Jim – I am yours – 
forever."

"Baby – baby, yes," Jim moaned as he thrust in to the 
girl again, his cock hard and thick as he took Laura a 
second time, thrusting deep in to her until both cried 
out their love and pleasure one more time that night.

Jim exploded in Laura's love nest a second time as the 
girl felt the heavenly release of her own orgasm. She 
cried out as her creamy juices surged from her pussy 
joining Jim's juices in a wonderful torrent of love. 


V.

The sun shone through the bed room drapes as the two 
lovers lay in each other's arms. Laura woke to see Jim 
gazing at her. She smiled. It had been a wonderful time 
last night, the ball at the NCO Club, the short drive 
then ending at home with Jim taking her virginity.

"Morning, honey," he said kissing her.

"Morning." She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling 
him down to her. "Oh this is what I want. This is what I 
want – always."

"Regrets?"

Laura shook her head, her long hair swishing back: "No 
regrets. None."

They kissed again then he said: "It's yours any time you 
want it." 

She laid her lips against his to give him a deep 
passionate kiss. She reached between them. She said: 
"When I call you'll come..."

"Always."

Two years later almost to the day that Laura turned 
eighteen, Jim retired from the Army as an E7 and Laura 
graduated from high school that May. They had their 
plans laid out what they wanted to do. Once they found 
they were free of the stipulations of the guardianship 
they went to Las Vegas where they were married. After 
the honeymoon in Las Vegas and a trip to San Francisco 
they moved to a town near his sister where they were 
accepted, despite their age difference as husband and 
wife.

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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