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Scott's Women - 6
by Aquarius (no address provided)

***

Life has not been the same since our hero Scott lost 
Rachel when her minister husband is transferred out of 
state to another congregation. However, soon Scott is 
treated to a little beauty to fill that void even if 
it is only for the summer -- and maybe even in to the 
winter. (Mf-teens, ped, 1st, rom)

***

PART 6: Marla

I

It was an early Saturday morning in early spring with 
nothing to do I walked around the yard looking the 
grass and shrubs over as they began to green up; I'd 
applied fertilizers to everything a week ago and more 
than a few hundred gallons of water: My utility bill 
was proof of that. My mind stopped for a moment as I 
kept thinking about losing my girlfriend Rachel; 
albeit, a married woman stuck in a sexless existence 
to a minister whose love and sex was cold as this past 
winter had been, despite rearing two children, and now 
a third, my daughter by Rachel: although at the time 
he didn't know the child was mine, but that would be 
another story. 

I tried to force myself not to think about her, 
although I had by now become adapt to the art of self-
stimulation again, to wit, jacking off to her memory 
and digital pictures I'd taken of her in various 
phases of dress, undress and nudes. It was a losing 
mental battle not to think of her, but a few minutes 
later as I was deciding whether or not to drag out the 
lawn mower and get it ready for another summer of lawn 
mowing when a girl's voice shook me out of my reverie.

"Excuse me, sir," she said in a soft timid voice, "I'm 
Marla Redmond would you like your lawn mowed?"

Straightening up, I looked around then down at a 
petite young dark haired girl, gorgeous brown eyes of 
maybe twelve or thirteen pushing a lawn mower with one 
hand and dragging a Red Flyer wagon loaded with a can 
of gas, a weed eater and hedge shears and some other 
garden tools. 

My gaze quickly assessed the girl's petite figure: 
dark hair tied up in a bun and tucked under a baseball 
cap a size too big for her. I reeled my mind back in 
as I took the girl in, in a few seconds.

"Huh? Oh..." I looked her over sizing her up. Of 
course my first thought was: "Her, a girl who mows 
lawns?" Then I said shrugging my shoulders making up 
my mind in thirty seconds or less: "Mmm, tell ya what, 
Marla is it?" She nodded her head. "The lawn is not 
really ready yet, I just put down fertilizer a couple 
days ago and watered it real good... but," then the 
decision: "If you can and want to, come back on 
Thursday next week it'll be ready for the first cut. 
Oh, blade sharpened?"

She nodded her head. "Daddy sharpened it for me 
yesterday."

"Okay, best time for me is late afternoon. Okay?"

She readily agreed. Then the real stumper: I helped 
her as she seemed embarrassed asking or telling people 
what the fee was. I think she was afraid of being 
turned down: "Thirty dollars." I suggested pointing 
out the work in just the front yard she would be up 
against never mind the back.

Without hesitation she said: Yes."

"Forty if you also do the weeding and hedge trimming."

"Okay. That'd be good." She was suddenly all smiles 
nodding her head up and down.

Then we finally made the introductions again and 
confirmed times and such.

She continued on to the next house. I watched her 
trudging up the side walk with all her gear. A real 
trooper. Her cute little bubble butt swishing back and 
forth in the short-shorts as she walked the outline of 
her little panty visible through the tight shorts.

I felt a nice hard-on stirring in my pants as I 
watched her disappear around the corner to the next 
house. God, that's nice looking, I thought, a little 
cutie. I'd like to pop her cherry.

What the hell am I thinking?! Hello gorgeous George as 
a cell mate for twenty years! Damn, dude, get that one 
out of your mind. You were lucky once already.

The rest of the week and the next I was either day 
dreaming about Rachel or thinking about this little 
cutie. My mind was in a rut. Then Thursday rolled 
around. 

I do most of my work from home reporting in to the 
office maybe once or twice a week. I start very early 
and finish by noon; eight hours, which leaves me the 
rest of the day to do whatever I want. It was around 
three in the afternoon I was working on my big beast, 
a 1978 three-quarter ton four-wheel drive GMC Jimmy, 
four-on-the-floor: an all American beast. 

Anyway, I heard the girl coming before I looked up to 
see her standing beside me, waiting for me to finish 
what I was doing.

"Hello, Mr. Harrison it's Thursday late noon like you 
told me."

Hey, kid is responsible. A rare trait these days.

I swept my gaze over her petite figure in a glance; 
from the baseball hat to the halter top to the cut 
down Levi's she wore, nicely tanned legs, and rubber 
shoes. Not bad I told myself. Damn cute.

"Right." I wiped my hands and began the instructions 
of what I was expecting her to accomplish. I made up 
my mind, if she was this responsible I'd up the ante 
on the fee. I took her around the yard pointing out 
things to her that needed done, grass trimming, weeds 
– as usual – and areas to be careful around with the 
mower. 

The girl made note of all this and went to work. The 
mower must have been well tuned, one pull on the cord 
and she got busy. I've on occasion let a couple of the 
neighborhood boys mow the lawn, by the time she was 
done, an hour later, she had done a helluva better 
job. In the meantime I made a large jug of sweet tea 
so she would have something to drink. She kept at it 
until I suggested she take a break. Gave her a large 
glass of the sweet tea and told her: "Drink slowly – 
it's cold."

"Oh, thank you," she said as she collapsed on to a 
lawn chair inside the open door of the garage.

We talked for a few minutes; mostly the neighborhood 
and school which I was more familiar with by its 
reputation than having a child attending there. She 
got back to work and finished within another half 
hour. I checked her work which was the best I'd had 
done to the yard in a long time.

I gave Marla the forty dollars plus generous tip and 
she was off to the next house. I had her come over 
every Thursday after that, she made forty dollars plus 
tip for the next couple weeks until she started doing 
the weeding and other garden chores which earned her 
the extra ten dollars. To say the least she was 
thrilled. During one of our talks I soon discovered 
she was lucky to get twenty off a few of the 
neighbors. She must have thought I was related to the 
rich crowd on the other side of town.

She was still in school at this time, Thursday was a 
bit tight for her, only able to get me and a neighbor 
and that was it until Friday and Saturday. Then one 
Thursday I asked her how she kept all her accounts 
straight. She pointed to her head. I told her that is 
not the way it should be done. As she did the work 
that afternoon I set her up with a notebook and she 
gave me the names and addresses of all the people – 
all ten – that she did regular work for and an 
occasional once in a while customer. Those I set up a 
separate section for that which amounted to another 
five customers. 

She was happy with the notebook and keeping track of 
customers and the way they wanted their yards done. I 
gave her a book on small business practice and another 
on management concepts. By the time school was out her 
accounts had doubled in the area and the two neighbor 
boys who used to do my lawn were working for her!

I was amazed when Marla brought them over to take care 
of the lawn on the Thursday schedule I had her on. She 
introduced them to me. Then she told them: "And Mr. 
Harrison expects..." She took them on a tour of the 
yard explaining how I wanted the yard done. I was 
totally amazed at her. She had become a young 
entrepreneur in less than a month. 

Over the next couple weeks I watched her with 
amazement as she peddled her bicycle up and down the 
block checking work. Needless to say she had the 
neighbors talking about her. Her parents were proud of 
her – her own business and two employees no less.

I was doing my usual outside work when she came over 
with her equipment. She caught me by surprise when she 
said in a soft breathy tone: "Hello, Scott."

"Afternoon, Marla." Trying to keep it neutral.

I nearly did a double take. The girl was wearing a 
loose white linen shirt over a white bikini bra and 
the worn Levi short-shorts; her long silken black hair 
held in place by the baseball cap. 
Then I asked: "Where's Todd and Mark?"

"Next block over at a new customer's house."

The week before the local supermarket bag stuffer did 
a feature on Marla and her crew of two and their 
summer success at lawn mowing and yard work. And the 
girl and the two boys were making and banking money. 
They damned near ran two so-called professional 
outfits out of business. I quickly got a hold of her 
father to get a business license before the county got 
nosey about her business: i.e. the young girl who had 
her lemon aid stand shut down by the county – no 
license. Of course the county got all the bad press 
out of the situation the media could dump on them.

Marla batted her beautiful dark eyes at me in what I 
would say was a very suggestive manner; almost the way 
Rachel did with me, especially when she wanted me to 
get her something; especially something sexy to turn 
me on for our time alone and for sex.

"I told them I'd take care of your yard and Mrs. 
James."

Janice James was a young widow. Her husband had passed 
away from a stroke only a few months ago. I had a 
brief, very brief affair with her. We decided to end 
it after a month – a couple nosey neighbors thought 
our love affair was leading to us getting hitched. 
Small chance, our personalities were miles apart, yet 
we were attracted to each other just the same.

"Great." I watched her for a minute as she checked the 
yard since Todd and Mark had been doing the work. By 
my standards they'd done a good job, but Marla was 
boss – I referred to her as the "Lady Boss". Girl 
would make a helluva supervisor someday. 

She got busy and soon had the front and side yards 
work done: edge trimming, weed trimming and pruning 
the evergreens. When she went in to the back yard she 
took the shirt off wearing the white bikini bra and 
shorts of course. I damned near came all over myself 
when she took the shirt off tossing it on the patio; 
the bikini bra just covering her budding little 
breasts.

I had to tear my gaze away from her before I got in to 
trouble. My thought was: God I'd like to fuck that 
tight little body of hers. Of course thoughts of my 
beloved Rachel came back in a flood. Again I was in a 
sexually deprived rut.

As Marla turned the mower around our eyes met. She 
smiled; I couldn't help but smile back at her. She was 
fine looking. I was getting a hard-on checking her out 
– and there was no doubt she noticed the bulge in my 
pants. If the girl wasn't flirting with me, I don't 
know what she was doing.

But that was as far as it went that day. Soon she was 
finished and packed up her equipment, I paid her the 
agreed amount -- $50.00 plus a nice tip.

Another week passed, Marla was busy supervising her 
two guys as they busily mowed the lawns and did other 
work. The boys were happy – they were making more 
money than if they did it themselves. Finally, late 
Saturday afternoon Marla walked over to the house. I 
was relaxing on the back patio when she walked in 
through the side gate. Good thing I was just kicked 
back dozing and not doing anything out of the 
ordinary. 

"Hi, Scott," she called in a sexy voice that made me 
look to see who it was.

I opened my eyes to see Marla plop down on the chair 
beside me. I greeted her: "Marla... Afternoon. Been 
busy, I see."

"Yes. I was thinking for the long term as Father likes 
to think of it, planning for the winter."

"Snow shoveling," I ventured.

"Yes. But that would only be on weekends and days off 
from school though."

Yup, kid had a business problem.

We talked about the idea for a moment. My gaze roved 
over Marla's lithe young tanned body. She was a little 
beauty to say the least. I noticed Marla's gaze 
wandering up and down me at the same time. My dire 
thoughts were: I'd like to fuck this little beauty. I 
think she instinctively knew that or suspected it.

Kids seem to have that instinct at an early age now, 
no thanks to the education systems. 
	
I didn't think anything would come of the situation. I 
liked Marla, but tried to keep my thoughts about her 
in a plutonic way which was a failure in itself. I 
knew without a doubt the neighborhood would come apart 
at the seams if I tried anything with her. She was 
nice eye candy to say the least, nice to fantasize 
about and have all kinds of wet dreams about. My 
thoughts were: Let it end there, but that was not 
about to happen so easily.

Sunday late morning I was home from church still in my 
suit and thinking once more about my darling Rachel – 
it was always times like this I would pine for her and 
wonder what our daughter Anne-Maria was like when 
there was a taping at the back door. I was heating a 
cup of coffee in the microwave; I looked back and did 
a double take. It was Marla in a beautiful dark 
patterned mini-dress with scooped neck line showing 
off her cleavage and some breasts.

I opened the door.

"`Morning, Scott," she said in a sexy voice as I 
hesitated but for a second as she stepped in.
My gaze of her went from head to foot in but a single 
sweep and I had an aching hard-on in no time. She was 
beautiful. In all the time I'd known Marla this was 
the first time I'd seen her dressed up like this.

"Um, I didn't expect to see you until next week," I 
said in all truthfulness; it was late June and she was 
busy with yard work that nearly took her small crew 
out of the neighborhood. 

"I thought I'd come over to visit," she said crossing 
the kitchen to the counter stool, boosting herself up 
on to it she crossed her legs the hem sliding up her 
shapely slender legs. I walked around to the other 
side of the counter just as the micro-wave beeped that 
my coffee was done heating.

She leaned on the counter in such a way that I was 
able to look down the front of the dress at her 
breasts and the dark colored bra she wore. She said: 
"I wanted to come over to visit. Something besides 
work."

That was understandable. I asked as I sipped the 
coffee: "Want something to drink? Snack?"

She shrugged sitting up. "Juice."

I kept something in the refrigerator for her or her 
two guys when they'd do the yard work.

I poured her a glass of juice which she drank as I 
finished my warmed over coffee. For some reason I 
walked around the counter she reached out taking hold 
of my arm drawing me to her. Before I realized it we 
were kissing. For a brief second I was taken aback by 
her forwardness. We exchanged gazes which if the 
electricity passing between us could have light up a 
building. I gave into my desire for her. 

Slowly without any qualms I put my arms about her 
drawing her closer until her small young full firm 
breasts were pressing against my chest. Our lips met 
then without hesitation our tongues played tag for a 
couple minutes then without hesitancy I picked her up, 
the feel of her nylon clad legs and the dress gave me 
an even harder hard on as I carried her to the sofa.

I sat with Marla on my lap which I knew without a 
doubt she wanted; in a moment of hesitation our mouths 
met and with even more passion we kissed, our tongues 
probing, feeling, lapping at the inside of each 
other's mouth. I casually slid my hand along her side 
until I felt her breast. With tentative gestures of my 
fingers I felt her breast and the outline of the bra. 
My other hand slid up the dress along the sensuous 
line of her leg. 

My hand slid along the nylon panty hose to her waist 
gathering the dress to her waist. I glanced down 
seeing the nice wedge of dark hair about her little 
pussy through the ultra-sheer nylon already wet with 
her girlhood juices. 

We locked lips as I caressed her nice small breasts, 
my other hand caressing her legs and hips and taking 
another chance I slipped my hand between her legs to 
feel the nice tender V of her girlhood. 

After a moment we parted long enough for breath and 
her to ask in a soft voice: "Do I please you, Scott?"

I quickly answered: "Yes, yes you do."

We kissed again, Marla opening her legs more as I 
caressed and fondled her warm wet pussy, her girlhood 
virgin love juices seeping. 

After a moment of my enjoying feeling up her young 
body we parted. For the longest moment we stared in to 
each other's eyes. At this point I wanted to lay the 
girl across the sofa, pull her panty hose off and rape 
her virginity; flat out fuck the hell out of her. 
Rather I hugged her to me and softly said: "Marla -- 
Marla honey, you're going to have to be very... very 
careful coming over here other than the work. You know 
that, don't you?"

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. She said 
quietly: "I know. But... but, Scott... I wish – to be 
with you like this. I've dreamt about this for some 
time now."

"I know." I still held my hand up her dress. "You know 
why, don't you?"

"People talking." She rested her head against my 
shoulder savoring the feel of my hand on her legs. "I–
I... know." She lifted her head to look at me. "They 
get in to people's lives and spoil things."

Kid was smart. I said pulling her back against me. 
"Yes. And you're being so young would make it just as 
hard."

We were silent for a moment then she said in a quiet 
way: "Does this mean I can't see you?"

I was surprised by the question. I quickly answered: 
"No, honey..." She liked it I was calling her honey 
and darling. "No, when you visit you'll have to be 
very careful. Maybe what we should do is meet 
someplace more – what they call neutral ground for a 
couple days – like say the gas station?"

She smiled at that idea: "And go somewhere where we 
can be alone?"

"You got the idea."

We talked for a few more minutes and made some plans 
for later in the week. Shortly she left through the 
back door and out the back gate. 


II

Thursday's remained her day to do the yard work. She 
had one of her guys do the work which she inspected 
and she received the payment with some extra money. 
While the boy was working I slipped him some cash as a 
special tip. My ulterior motive was that he was 
covering for Marla and me. Late Saturday morning after 
her work was done and all the yards on their list were 
completed, I took off with the beast. Later on a pre-
set time we met at the Corner Gas Station Convenience 
Store. She was standing out front with a couple bags 
of snacks and drinks. 

As I approached she held two bags and six pack of soda 
up to show me what she bought. 
As I pulled up I got a better look at the nice denim 
skirt and red button down blouse she was wearing and 
sensible shoes. I had an instant hard-on.

I took a quick look around to see if there was anyone 
from the neighborhood I recognized there – kids 
included; none that I could see.

She opened the back door on the passenger side to toss 
the bags in as I went around to help her in. As she 
stretched her legs to get in the truck the little 
skirt rode up her legs. I got a glimpse of her nice 
red panty; I liked what I was looking at. In the truck 
she tugged the skirt down and buckled the seat belt, 
she said in a near whisper: "Later."

I leaned in cautiously giving her a kiss on the cheek. 
"Looking good," I told her.

Within a few minutes and a full tank of gas I pulled 
out of the station heading west and to the mountains. 
I told her: "I know a place in the mountains that's 
easy for me to get into with the beast." 

"Far?" she asked unbuckling her seat belt and sliding 
across the seat to sit beside me.

While I was busy gassing up the truck apparently Marla 
unbuttoned the top three buttons of the blouse and 
fixing the neck line so when I looked at her I would 
be able to see the nice little red lace bra and a nice 
bit of her breasts.

I glanced at her to see as I turned on to the street I 
was able to get a nice glimpse of her breasts and the 
little red lace bra. 

At a traffic light where I got in to the turning lane 
and facing west, I said: "See that white speck in the 
distant?"

"Barely."

"That's where we'll be going. About an hour drive from 
here though."

As we were driving I had my hand up her skirt feeling 
and caressing her pussy. At traffic lights she moaned 
as I pulled my right hand out of her skirt to shift. I 
had her worked up to a feverish pitch by the time we 
arrived at the spot above the city, looking down 
nearly a thousand feet to lights and the tops of even 
the tallest buildings in town.

It was City Water Tank Number 5 that I had driven us 
to. The road leading up to the water tank always made 
me wonder how they ever managed to build it up here. I 
turned on to the access road and drove in a short 
distance to the tank area. The tank area is surrounded 
by acres of woodland. I followed the access road up to 
the gate and perimeter fence which would have taken a 
ten ton machine to breach. The road led to the left 
and downhill for a distance before I reached a level 
clearing. I turned the truck around facing out from 
under the trees and the clearing. 
 
Turning the engine off I looked out over the seemingly 
endless miles of primeval woodland. Finally I turned 
to Marla and said: "Welcome to my world."

"I didn't realize... this is so beautiful."

Marla turned to me to kiss me. Within seconds we had 
our arms wrapped around each other. Sliding my hand 
along her side I slid it over the small form of her 
breast fondling and feeling her as the little nipples 
became hard and erect. I slowly began to unbutton the 
remaining three buttons of the blouse revealing the 
nice little red satin and lace bra. 

We parted lips for the moment as we stared into each 
other's eyes. I slowly opened the blouse to her waist, 
opening it then began with deliberate kisses from her 
face down to her breasts, kissing and sucking on her 
lace covered breasts bringing soft moans from the 
girl.

As we embraced and kissed I slipped my hand in to the 
little bra to feel the nipple and leaning Marla back 
in the wide seat until she was nearly lying down. 

Marla cried softly: "Scott I only want to please you. 
Oh, Scott this is all I ever want!"

"Ssss, baby Ssss, easy just relax and enjoy this..." I 
told her as I slipped my hand up the skirt gathering 
it to her hips and pussy. I glimpsed the little red 
lace panty, drew in a breath as in an instant I 
imagined pulling it off of her and her pussy for me to 
gaze upon.

Marla managed to spread her legs for me as I slipped 
my hand between her legs to feel the warm moistness of 
her virgin childhood through the little lace panty. I 
fondled her little pussy and the erect cherry clit 
through the filmy lace. Marla squealed with delight as 
I fingered her clit. She withered in my arms like a 
cat trying to get loose, but the girl was enjoying 
what I was doing to her. I fingered her through the 
panty bringing her close to her first male induced 
orgasm. 

"Scott, I – I have never done anything like this 
before."

"Ssss, sweetheart, just relax, it'll give you 
pleasure."

Marla moaned softly as I continued to gently finger 
her clit through the panty. After a moment I sensed 
she was close. I removed my hand to fondle those 
beautiful little breasts and finger the small erect 
nubs of the nipples. We kissed and licked and kissed 
each other, I left love marks on her breasts which she 
would look at later and remember her first time.

Slipping my hand back up the skirt I tugged at the 
waist band of the panty pulling it down from her hips 
until I could easily slip my hand into her panty and 
to the soft downy wedge of hair between her legs. 
Sliding my finger down over her small tender erect 
girlhood she squealed with the feel of my finger 
caressing and molesting her clit. 

"Oooo, gentle Scott, gentle! Please!"

I fingered her again probing the tender spots of her 
pussy then gently slid my finger into her nice and 
tight young pussy penetrating her for the first time. 
Marla squealed with the first time a man was fingering 
her, her virgin juices seeping on to my finger and 
hand. I held my finger in her as I molested her clit 
with my thumb; then with a guttural cry her first male 
induced orgasm gushed from her virgin childhood. As 
she came I slid my finger in to her throbbing young 
pussy until it touched her virgin cherry: she was 
virgin. Yess... Nice... god she's nice!

Marla was breathing hard as I fingered her to a second 
orgasm, she cried out again as I savored the moment of 
bringing this young virgin girl off, her love juices 
flowing on to my hand.

I had her lean back until after a moment I had her 
lying down on the seat. I took my hand out and pushed 
the skirt up to her hips. Shifting myself, Marla 
looked up at me with fear and awe as I lay between her 
legs, my hard aching cock pressed against her 
virginity. I began to move back and forth as if 
fucking the girl but I had kept my pants up; Marla 
began moving her hips matching my steady rhythm. After 
a moment of this Marla cried with a groan as she 
finally came a third time, with a groan I came with 
powerful spurts wetting myself and Marla. 

We breathed heavily as we finally separated, our 
bodies soaked with sweat and cum.

"I brought some extra things along for us to clean 
up," I said helping her to sit up.

"Oh my god, I am a mess," Marla said looking at 
herself.

I began to get a bit worried, her parents. But Marla 
put that thought to rest.

"Mom and Dad went to the baseball game. They won't be 
home until late."

Whew! I was worried. I came close to taking the girl's 
cherry just now. We cleaned up with sanitizing wipes 
and towels that I kept in the truck along with the 
emergency kit and pack of extra cloths. Marla wasn't 
half as bad as I was. She put herself back together. 

We munched on the snacks a moment, drank the lukewarm 
soda and talked about what we had just done.

Marla said in a quivering tone: "This is the first 
time I ever did anything like this."

I looked down at her as she leaned against me sipping 
the soda. "You've never let a boy touch you."

She shook her head. "No. A couple wanted to with me 
but I wouldn't let them." Marla looked up at me a 
second. She said in a soft near whisper: "Teach me, 
Scott. I want to please you."

I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead then our 
lips met again. Soon we were in a tight embrace and I 
had a hand back up the skirt feeling her up until she 
came a fourth time.

I said in a soft voice to her: "You're my Little Miss 
Nice and Tight, aren't you?"

She nodded her head, tears streaking her cheeks as I 
held my finger in her pussy.

I told her in a firm voice: "And you'll come whenever 
I call, right?"

"Ye – yes, darling, I'll come whenever you call..."


III

We kept our liaisons where, hopefully no one would 
suspect I was having sex with an underage girl. In one 
way, I couldn't help it, it was no defense, but Marla 
all but threw herself on me, I was lonely and still 
love sick for Rachel, and Marla became a convenient 
sexual distraction. 

Whenever we were together Marla wore short skirts or 
summer dresses, bikini panties, sandals, little else. 
She bought these things with the extra money I gave 
her as tips. We would go to different places either in 
the mountains, or out to an abandoned ranch I knew of 
where we could be alone. 

Several times during our time alone I came damn close 
to taking the girl's virginity. I'd have her nearly 
undressed as I kissed her, molested her, ravaged her 
young body, which is what she wanted from me; Marla 
wanted me to use her for my pleasure. During this time 
it was not that I did not have qualms about having sex 
with Marla and wanting to pop her sweet virgin cherry; 
to begin with it was the girl was underage, but that 
did not seem to matter to us anymore.

It was the first time at the ranch that I finally 
taught her what older men like to do to young girls. 
However, on the first trip to the old ranch, she 
noticed the stable still had hay in it. I checked the 
building out and she brought in the blanket and other 
things from the truck. I took it around to the far 
side of the buildings where it wouldn't be seen from 
the road, even though it was some distance in and 
scrub oaks lined the lane leading to the ranch.

She spread out the blanket on the thick mat of hay and 
was laying back waiting for me when I walked in. Her 
dark hair was lay back in a fan, her arms back above 
her head; her yellow blouse showed off her beautiful 
breasts; two small humps showing the outline of her 
bra, the little yellow and white checkered skirt had 
ridden up her shapely legs to within a few inches of 
her waist and yellow satin panty. 

Needless to say, I already had a nice hard on that was 
even more pronounced and aching just as bad. 

"Do I please you," she asked in a soft sultry voice, 
her brown eyes glinting in the sun light filtering 
through the open doors. 

I knelt beside Marla to kiss her then lay down taking 
her in my arms. Marla's nice small breasts were 
pressed in to my chest. I loosened the other buttons 
and slid my hand down her side to her legs then slowly 
with a soft tantalizing touch I moved my hand along 
her leg to the panty and lace waist band. I moved my 
hand along her side to cup her breast then slid it in 
to her blouse pushing the material aside to see the 
little yellow bra. 

"Always." I savored the sight of the girl's nice 
breasts; nice little mounds, the nipples showing 
through the lace and nylon. 

**

Late Saturday I pulled into the old ranch that 
probably been around since the State joined the Union. 
Marla enjoyed the ranch as someplace we could come out 
to and do what we wanted. She would open the door of 
the truck then let me take her about the waist and 
lift to the ground. She thrilled at the feel of my 
hands waist.

The summer dress she wore billowed up as I lifted her 
the ground the bikini panty a matching white. She 
twirled around for a few seconds getting the dress to 
flair out showing her panty and beautiful legs off to 
me.

"I wish we could stay out here," she said walking 
beside me into the old barn."

"Money and food?"

She plopped down on the mound of hay that had fallen 
from the hay mow above us. "So practical."

I knelt on the hay beside her. "Would be something to 
consider."

I leaned down to kiss her as she threw her arms about 
my neck.

"Make love to me, Scott. I need you now."

"That I can do" and laid down beside Marla our mouths 
melding together in a long lingering passionate kiss. 

I think it was the idea of a secret place we could 
come to that enticed us to come out to the ranch, a 
place where we could love each other and make love. 
She would let me undress her to just a panty and savor 
the beauty of her young body and love her the way I 
wanted. 

Marla let me tease her as I caressed and fondled her, 
feeling up her young sylvan body, the body of a young 
nubile virgin girl. However, it was the anticipation 
of what we would do someday soon that drove us on 
toward that day and night.

I was taken by surprise one weekend when she showed up 
at my back door. I was struggling with a mathematical 
problem for a program I was working on and did not 
hear her slip in to the house.

"Scott."

I turned shocked to see her standing in the open study 
door in a dark blue blouse and black skirt. 
 
"Like?" She stepped into the study, twirled, the skirt 
billowing out.

"Very. Nice." My thoughts flowed from there. 

She sat on my lap, the hard-on I suddenly had become 
even harder as we kissed.

I had her dark blue blouse open, she was wearing a 
black lace bra; her little nipples hard tenting the 
lace of the bra. I kissed and licked her down to her 
waist, my hand up her skirt as I fingered her wet 
pussy. 

I picked the girl up and carried her into the bed room 
laying her on the bed.

"You can have your way with me, Scott," she sighed as 
I lay beside her then on impulse I slowly pulled the 
little black panty down from her hips then slowly 
exposed her tender little pussy, which I hadn't done 
yet I spread her legs and went down between her legs; 
Marla looked up as I kissed her waist and hips and 
licked her until I slid my tongue over her pussy lips; 
the girl moaned with the pleasure as I began an 
assault on her pussy and clit with my tongue.

Once more late on a Saturday afternoon I took the girl 
out to the ranch, careful no one saw us leave the 
highway to the ranch.

Marla enjoyed the old ranch and its location east of 
the city and nosey people. She would dance around the 
buildings I sat back watching her just enjoy the 
moments of sheer joy she was having. I could easily 
imagine her as a fairy girl in just a sheer gown, 
little else and flowers in her hair as she pranced 
around having fun.

I would spread out the blankets and the food we 
brought with us just inside the door of the main barn. 
We would eat and talk which soon led to us kissing and 
I would lay her back on the blanket kissing her as I 
took the dress or the blouse off her. Somewhere she 
got the idea to wear a slip and just the little girl 
panty with either the dress or skirt and blouse. She 
would lay back with her arms extended back letting me 
have my way with her. As I kissed her and felt her up 
I would slowly undo the buttons of the blouse or dress 
exposing the slip or bra. 

With gentle strokes of my hand I caressed her legs 
moving them up her satin smooth legs teasing her as I 
caressed her thighs; her legs spread in anticipation 
that I was slowly working my hand up to her pussy; her 
pretty little panty wet with her juices, her hips 
moving as I gently pressed my fingers against her 
pulsing young pussy, My cock was hard as a steel spike 
as I caressed her pressing the soft nylon into her 
pussy; she cried as I fondled her hard little clit, 
her love juices flowing. 

"Oooo, Scott! Ooooo, yesss! Oooo," she moaned, knowing 
no one would hear her as I kept up my assault on her 
pussy until she cried out with multiple orgasms: 
"Ooooh.... Ugh! Yes!"

The girl's savory tangy juices flowed on to my tongue 
as I probed her childhood with my tongue.

She grasped my hair in her fingers tugging at me 
thrusting her hips as she moaned with the pleasure of 
her orgasms. I kept it up until she came two more 
times then I sat up loosening my pants my hard thick 
malehood aimed straight at its goal. I slipped between 
her spread legs, I mounted her with my aching hard-on 
pressed against her pussy, I began rubbing my hard-on 
against her probing her childhood until I came in long 
powerful streams of cum.

Marla moaned with the feel of my cum spurt onto her 
childhood. I moaned loudly as my cum seemed to fill 
her for the first time. This is what we both wanted 
and needed. She looked up at me with a weak smile as I 
moved to the side lying beside her as we got our 
breath back.

Marla finally said in a soft tone: "I'm yours anytime 
you want me, Scott – you know that don't you?"

"Any time," I said brushing my hand through her soft 
hair.

Monday the girl was all business. Marla's crew now was 
three boys – another girl, and the kids were racking – 
literally – in the money that summer. Marla gave me 
personal service when she had time otherwise one of 
the boys took care of the lawn work. 

Hell, I couldn't have asked for better service. 

Fourth of July weekend was upon us, picnics, 
fireworks; the whole nine yards. I found out that 
Marla's parents were entertaining friends at their 
place. I of course as Marla's business adviser was 
invited over. During the day Marla waited on me hand 
and foot getting me hot dogs and drinks. Marla wore 
shorts and tank top sans a bra. Late in the day I 
finally begged off I had work to finish for the next 
day. 

Fourth of July evening just as it grew dark Marla 
slipped away from the family festivities and to my 
place wearing a cute yellow and white sundress. Seems 
she was able to get away from the family and friends 
and changed in to the dress which I told her I really 
preferred on a girl or woman. Rachel was a master at 
this.

I was sitting in the dark open garage watching the 
kids, big and small shooting off fireworks. I finally 
took a break from my work to do this. The car, a Buick 
La Sabre was on one side which I seldom drove, 
especially after Rachel left, the Beast was parked in 
the driveway. I had a couple cold beers to settle my 
frayed nerves from the day's work. In the light of the 
fireworks I spotted Marla walking toward me in the 
dark wearing the light colored sun dress. The girl was 
all smiles as she all but ran the length of the 
driveway in to the garage.

She stopped alongside my chair bending down to give me 
a passionate kiss. As she leaned over me, despite the 
dark I could make out her nice breasts, the white lace 
bra; her nipples were already aroused and hard. She 
sat in the chair beside mine and we held hands. After 
a moment I could not resist moving our hands to the 
hem of the skirt, our hands were tightly clasped 
caressing her leg. Out of the corner of my eyes I 
could see the broad smile on her face as I caressed 
her legs as we held hands. As I moved our hands I 
started to gather the dress up to her waist. 

I watched Marla out of the corner of my eyes, she had 
the sweet innocent look of a Cheshire smile as my hand 
with hers reached her scanty lace covered pussy. Marla 
spread her legs letting me slid my hand along her 
moist young girlhood. I began to move my fingers along 
her virgin pussy feeling and molesting her clit; she 
was making low moans deep in her throat as I caressed 
her pussy. We watched the fireworks as I caressed her 
girlhood. 

I drew my hand up to the panty waist band, she let go 
of my hand as I slid it down to the downy soft thatch 
of hair moist with the seeping of her girlhood juices. 
I touched her virgin clit gently massaging it as I 
worked my finger down to her wet pussy probing her 
virginity then moving back to her clit until she 
closed her eyes and groaned with the heavenly release 
of her girlhood juices. I nearly lost my load of cum, 
my cock was hard as a spike from the moment she walked 
in to the garage.

Finally I could no longer resist the temptation of 
this little virgin minx. I stood taking her by the 
hand and without saying anything I led her in to the 
house. The only light was from a small table lamp in 
the living room. The front door was open letting in 
the warm moist night air and the sound of the 
fireworks still being set off.

I led her across the living room to the sofa sitting 
down, I pulled her onto my lap. We quickly locked lips 
in a passionately electric kiss our tongues literally 
doing an erotic tango. I felt up her sides sliding my 
hand up to her breasts feeling the outline of the bra. 

We broke the kiss long enough for her to say: "Make 
love to me tonight, Scott. I want you to be my first."

In the soft yellow light of the room I looked deep in 
to those gorgeous brown eyes that seemed to always 
search my inner being when we were together, no matter 
how long. 

I stroked her hair and kissed her face and said: "This 
is what you want, Marla?"

She nodded her head. "Yes. I am ready for you now."

The girl was ready and willing to give herself to me 
right then. Many times in our private get-aways she 
would have let me take her and use her for my 
pleasure. We locked lips as I lay her back on the sofa 
and then pushed the dress up to her hips. Marla drew 
in a shallow breath as I gazed down at the white lace 
panty and the faint shadow of her triangle of hair 
between her legs.

Reaching up I carefully drew the dress's shoulder 
straps aside to reveal the white straps of her little 
bra. I tugged the bodice down to see the white bra, 
the dark areolas were showing through the light fabric 
and her nipples were hard in the warm night air.

My cock became hard almost instantly and I had to try 
to calm myself, as I wanted this to last, to be 
perfect for her. We started with simple kissing as I 
let my hands explore her young lithe sylvan body.

I felt her muscles tense as I first started to move my 
hands over her body, goose bumps formed on her arms 
and shoulders. I enjoyed the softness of her lips as 
we continued to kiss. I kissed her body from her neck 
and mouth down to her waist and around the waist band 
of the little wisp of lace that covered her childhood.

I sat up a minute taking the scanty little bit of 
white lace by my fingers and pulled it from her hips. 
As our love affair progressed I enjoyed the taking her 
panties off her; this is something that Marla enjoyed 
letting me do to her. For a brief moment I had a 
vision of doing this to Rachel.

Marla drew in a breath as she watched me slid the 
panty down her legs and stuff it in my pocket. She 
smiled as I moved down between her legs kissing her 
body until I again reached her waist and hips. I 
kissed her about the stomach and abs; her pussy was 
wet and intoxicating. I moved back up kissing her 
face, lips, neck and breasts.

I lavished her body with kisses and moved with slow 
deliberate kisses to her waist and hips and then I 
reached my goal, that tender young vee between her 
legs; I let my tongue touch her, and she moaned. "Yes, 
yes that feels wonderful, Scott I like that, I like 
that, please don't stop," she said. I enjoyed the 
taste of her, letting my tongue explore more of her, 
slightly probing her opening.

Marla began moving her hips as I kissed her about her 
pussy but not touching it with my tongue. She moaned 
with ecstasy as I teased her holding her near the arms 
as I kissed and licked her sylvan young body. She 
started to moan and her hips started to push back to 
my face and I knew she was close to climaxing. Her 
pussy was wet and the scent was intoxicating. I 
shifted myself my tongue touched her sensitive young 
clit, and she moaned. "Yes, yes that feels wonderful, 
Scott, yes Oooo... please don't stop," she moaned as 
her girlhood juices continued to seep on to my tongue. 

Then a thought came to me as I looked up to see the 
door was open. And despite the noise outside any one 
close enough would be able to hear me with Marla, I 
didn't need that mess.

I stopped and Marla opened her eyes to look up at me 
through the tears of pleasure with confusion and 
puzzled look.

"Scott...?"

"Um, sweet heart, I think we need to take this 
somewhere more private."

She noticed me still looking at the open door. 
Twisting her head around she saw what I was referring 
to. I got up to close and lock the door then step back 
over to the sofa, I smiled: "Sweet heart?"

Marla nodded her head a smile of willingness that she 
was ready and willing to let me be her first that 
night.

Marla started to sit up but I bent over, slipped my 
hands under her lithe young body, kissed her deeply 
and with passion for her, and carried her down to the 
basement stopping long enough to flip the lights on 
with my elbow. I carried her across the basement to a 
room that was partially finished. The basement was 
never finished by the previous owners and I never got 
the time to do it myself. It was a mess.

I had a queen sized bed in the room that was made up 
in case I ever had an over flow of relatives, which I 
hoped never happened. I laid Marla across the bed, 
sitting beside her I kissed her and pulled the dress 
back up to her hips. I again brought Marla to heights 
of pleasure and excitement as I caressed her body, 
kissing her breasts and neck and mouth. 

Marla lay back with a moan and sigh as she spread her 
legs letting me have my way with her again. "Yes, 
Scott, yes... I'm yours now. Use me...!"

I didn't need any more encouragement. We kissed again 
renewing our passion. I slowly worked my way down her 
body, between her legs, kissing and licking her with 
my tongue and mouth. I kissed the downy soft hair 
between her legs that surrounded her beautiful young 
girlhood pussy. I flicked my tongue over her thighs 
teasing her, making her squirm with delight. I moved 
my hands up to her chest and breasts cupping them as I 
licked and kissed her thighs working my tongue toward 
its seductive goal. After minutes of teasing Marla 
with my tongue, circling her throbbing young pussy, I 
touched her swollen little clit; Marla squealed with 
delight thrusting her hips even harder.

"Oooo, ughhhh, yes, Scott...! Oh yes!"

I enjoyed the taste of Marla's tangy sweet virgin 
juices, letting my tongue explore more of her, 
slightly probing her opening. She moaned in ecstasy as 
I continued until her back arched and she squealed as 
her body climaxed her virgin childhood oozing as I 
lapped up the steady stream of juices.

"Take me, Scott," Marla begged, "take me. I'm 
yours...! I want to feel you inside me!"

Then with quick sure fingers I loosened my pants so 
she could see my arousal and excitement, my engorged 
cock filling my briefs, a display of my love and lust 
for her. I leaned in to her to rub the head of my 
thick cock on her cherry pussy, slowly up and down the 
slit getting myself wet and spreading the wetness 
around her little pussy to assure an easy penetration. 
My pre-cum was seeping and I moved the tip to her 
virgin canal and pushed slightly. She stiffened. I 
pulled back and pushed again, moving just a bit deeper 
feeling my fluids beginning to merge with hers. I 
continued to work my cock in and out: Marla gasped 
with the feel of my cock penetrating her for the first 
time. I thrust deeper till I touched her virgin 
maidenhood.

Marla gasped again drawing in a deep breath as I moved 
my cock in and out the short distance of her pussy 
touching that gossamer thin membrane that was meant to 
keep a girl virgin. 

I saw a tear form in her eye and she just nodded, 
wanting me to take her and make her a woman-child for 
the first time. I pushed down harder finally tearing 
thru the barrier that now no longer existed. I left my 
cock buried deep into her, letting her pussy accept 
the intrusion.

As I started pumping my shaft slowly, she started to 
moan again. That sound was pleasing, and I wanted her 
to enjoy our first time. I increased my tempo and she 
started to push her hips back into my groin. We were 
lost into each other. Her moaning was getting louder 
and our bodies were moving in a rhythm. Her tightness 
around my cock felt incredible: She was my Little Miss 
Nice and Tight; I wanted this to last forever and it 
seemed like it was lasting forever.

I drove deep and I could feel the tip of my dick hit 
the surface of her cervix and I could feel the 
sensation come over me, the tingling mixed through our 
bodies as I came hard, filling her with rope after 
rope of my thick male cream. I can't remember the last 
time that I came so much. We both lay there exhausted 
from our lovemaking.

IV

Over the rest of the summer we got together often for 
great love making sessions. I would take her to places 
where I knew we would be alone and not have to worry 
about nosey people. Our favorite place had become the 
old ranch where we knew no one would hear us in our 
passionate love making. However, I made sure her 
business, which was growing quickly was not neglected 
by our affairs. She was quick after that night to 
understand the necessity of diligence to her work:

"Honey, there's plenty of time for us. Don't you 
worry. Only time I'll be gone, I assure you, you'll be 
the second to know."

"Whose first?" she demanded her chin out firmly 
thinking there was someone else; little did she 
know... 
	
"My creditors." I told her.

She didn't have much to say about that.

Whenever we disappeared together for a couple hours 
she would wear a light skirt and blouse and nice 
shoes. She enjoyed letting me undress her to savor the 
sight of her panty and bra.

Several times I was surprised to wake up very early on 
a Saturday morning (I'm a very light sleeper) to find 
Marla slip in through the back door, shed a light coat 
to reveal she was wearing just a slip and under it a 
little panty. She would slip in to my room and into 
bed with me. There was never any need for words at 
moments like this, our passion and love was our bond 
for each other. Those two hours we had alone we would 
make love and she'd give herself to me and let me do 
whatever I wanted with her. As early dawn would turn 
the night sky to twilight she'd slip out the back gate 
and home.

Then came Labor Day weekend: Marla worked just as hard 
as her crew did. When they finished that Saturday the 
kids collapsed on my lawn exhausted. I gave them all 
drinks and munchies we sat for a while relaxing but 
the subject came up: the winter projects. They knew 
they could count on me and Mrs. James as steady 
customers. Like me, Janice James had come to count on 
one of Marla's crew to take care of things around her 
yard and garden. 

Marla went with her crew back to her place to put 
everything away they had used. I thought she would be 
too tired to do anything this late in the day. I know 
I would have been. However she soon returned in a 
short print cotton skirt and orange and white 
sleeveless cotton top. I was sitting in the backyard 
on the swing set reading a magazine when she bounced 
in. She quietly closed the gate and rushed across the 
yard to me. Before I could put the magazine aside I 
had all-girl in my lap.

Marla was on my lap and arms wrapped around my neck in 
a matter of seconds and we were kissing long and deep.

"Couldn't wait," she said in a breathless state as we 
kissed, my cock hard with the girl on me feeling her 
young body rubbing against mine. Summer was almost 
over and soon Marla and her merry band of young 
landscape workers would be back in school. 

"Let's take this inside," I said setting her on her 
feet. "Safer..."
	
I led her inside holding hands. It was not hard to 
tell what she wanted. It'd been nearly a week since 
we'd had good powerful sex; there was no satisfying 
the girl's appetite for sex. I went to check doors and 
pull drapes in to place. In the meantime Marla went 
downstairs to the basement and the spare bedroom which 
we used for our playtime and other activities which no 
one would hear us – or, we would hear the doorbell; 
which was usually someone I didn't want to talk to 
anyway.

When I got downstairs Marla was laying on the bed in a 
seductive manner, right leg bent, her arms above her 
head in a sign of willingness and submissiveness; her 
long dark hair spread over the pillows in a dark fan. 
The little skirt was drawn nearly up to her hips, the 
top tight about her breasts, the little nipples nice 
and hard. 

I stopped in the door in the half light of the two 
bulbs that light the basement. I looked down at this 
little lover of mine as I started to pull my T-shirt 
over my head and kick the shoes off. My cock was 
already hard and aching for her nice tight little 
pussy. She was no longer virgin, I'd taken care of 
that on the Fourth of July; I made a woman-child of 
her.

As I stood staring down at her, Marla was becoming 
excited, moving her nice slender girlish hips 
anticipating what I was going to do to her that 
afternoon. I sat down on the side of the bed reaching 
out with my hand to caress and fondle her young 
willing body. I leaned down as I slid my hand over the 
fine form of her little breasts feeling the hard nubs 
of her nipples, kissing her about the face, her mouth, 
then down her neck to her breasts. Marla wrapped her 
arms about my neck nipping at my neck and ear lobes 
working her way down my chest. 

Reaching down with my free hand as she was kissing me 
all over, I pulled the little skirt up to her waist. I 
know I smiled as I glanced down at the little pink 
nylon panty. I could see the dark spot of moisture; 
she was wet with her seeping juices. She was ready.

I repositioned myself and quickly pulled the panty off 
of her tossing it aside as she was tugging at my belt 
a feral smile on her face as she undid the belt then 
the clasp and zipper. As she attempted to pull my 
pants down I caressed the silken smooth contours of 
her thighs. I leaned down making it harder for her to 
get my pants off; I kissed her down her body lifting 
the top up to kiss and lick at her breasts and stomach 
then down to her waist and then to her pulsing young 
pussy which I enjoyed sucking and licking, especially 
when she seeped her juices in readiness for me. I 
moved again laying down between her legs my face in to 
her beautiful wet pussy and began kissing her between 
her thighs, teasing her, making her moan with the 
pleasure I was giving her. Marla entwined her hands in 
my hair as I licked around her swollen little clit 
bucking her hips in a frenzy as I slid my tongue over 
it then down to her pussy and juices probing it with 
my tongue. Marla was crying with ecstasy as I worked 
my tongue around inside her.

Marla's chest heaved with her breathing as she moaned 
then arched her hips with a cry of joy as she suddenly 
came, her juices surging on to my tongue, I eagerly 
lapped up the succulent juices savoring the tangy 
sweet taste. In near desperation I sat up, finished 
what Marla had started in pulling my pants down, took 
my hard thick malehood out then with the abandon of a 
rapist I took her; Marla cried out as I thrust into 
her at the same time she came twice as I drove my cock 
deep in to her throbbing pussy. I thrust in and out of 
her girlhood bringing her to at least two more 
multiple orgasms before I lost my load of thick male 
cream into her hot pussy. 

We collapsed beside each other hugging and cuddling 
getting our composure back. 

Later I assured her that everything would be all right 
as school started, I wanted her to do good on her 
school work and not forget that was just as important 
as our relationship.


V

I should say that our love affair ended Labor Day 
weekend and the next day school started; however, 
Marla wanted to see me at every opportunity, even if 
it was for an hour. Fridays we slipped in our love 
making; but one day close to Halloween was the 
traditional Halloween snow which came pretty close to 
shutting the city down. Marla and her "merry" band 
were out soon after it became obvious schools across 
the city were closed. 

Don't ask me where she got the snow blowers from but I 
was in my study, the curtains closed to the outside 
world when the distinct double roaring made me look 
out my window to see the kids with two snow blowers 
the others with snow shovels, and the familiar Red 
Flyer wagon with two cans of gas coming down the walk; 
the snow blowers clearing the walks up to my driveway. 
Next thing I knew, one was clearing the driveway, the 
other was clearing the sidewalk to the door; the ones 
with the shovels were cleaning up the stuff the 
blowers couldn't get to. 

Marla had them well organized. Within minutes they 
were done. I opened the garage door to let them get 
out of the cold for a few minutes, gave them hot coco 
and use the bathroom; they were happy despite the 
cold. Soon Marla was taking them around the corner to 
Janice James' house where I know for a fact they got 
more hot coco. It was toward noon I was in the kitchen 
getting a cup of coffee when there was a familiar 
knock on the patio door window. Marla waved to me: 
"Scott!"

I quickly opened the door closing it against a blast 
of cold air. She gave me a hug and passionate kiss. I 
handed her the money I keep on hand for her crew. They 
earned it today.

Although they finished with their customers by noon, 
the relentless snow was piling up again along the 
sidewalks and driveways they had cleared earlier in 
the day.

Sitting in the chair by the back door, she stripped 
gloves, coat, hat, boots and heavy sweater off until 
all she had on was the snow pants and a thin T-shirt 
through which I could make out her nice white lace 
bra. I sat at the counter watching her and getting a 
nice hard on as she pulled the sweater off. By the 
time she was done she had a neat pile of woolens and 
coat on the floor.

"Mom and Dad home?" I asked knowing what that answer 
would be, my gaze roving over the girl's beautiful 
figure imaging with lustful thoughts what I wanted to 
do with her.

All I could think of in those few minutes as she got 
herself warm: God I'd like to get her in to bed for an 
hour.

"Mom is; Dad had to be the hero of the place and 
report in."

Why wasn't I surprised.

Finally she pulled the snow pants off leaving her in 
only the T-shirt and a pair of summer denim cut-offs. 
Now I wanted to lay her. She was looking fine every 
month. Soon she was down to just the white lace panty 
and bra. We traded knowing looks that said more than 
words could convey. I held my hand out to her. She 
stepped past the pile of clothes and I led her back to 
the bed room to the bed. 

The day came which for some reason I was afraid would 
happen. Marla's father would be transferred to the 
company's Huntsville, Alabama corporate office. The 
day was toward early spring when the front door 
slammed open. I darn near came out of my skin. It was 
Marla.
"Scott!" she screamed. "Scott – I need to talk to 
you!"

My first thought was: Oh my god, I got her knocked up. 

"Baby..." I spun my chair around to face the door as 
she rushed in to the den in to my arms and lap tears 
streaming down her face. "Okay, give it to me – what 
happened?"

"Daddy's being transferred!" she cried.

My second thought was: other than whew, that one was 
too close: Dad's being transferred, great...

She clung to me for all she was worth. She was 
crying... and it wasn't fake either. 

"What'll I do?"

I held her close smelling the strawberry scent of her 
freshly washed hair. "It's going to be hard, honey." I 
drew in a breath as she cried softly into my shoulder. 
"You don't have much choice. When does he have to be 
there?"

She shrugged. "Don't know. Why?"

I started to explain to her all the details of 
wrapping up her business or turning it over to one of 
the other kids. "You put a lot in to your business 
this year. You're going to need a successor."

She quickly said: "You take it over!"

She did a good job of putting me on the spot. 

It wasn't snowing and the lawns were not ready for any 
kind of mowing yet; Marla came over that Saturday and 
we darn near camped out in bed on Saturday. 

Then the fateful day came when she finally had to 
leave. Her crew was in tears as were a few neighbors. 
Marla had become the most popular one in the 
neighborhood; she left a lot of friends and a lover 
behind as the car pulled away from the neighborhood 
forever. 

Continued in part 7...

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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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