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Brooke and Willow - 2
by Brody (no address provided)

***

A chance encounter with a store clerk leads to a 
surprising night of discovery and a promise of much 
more. There is something more to Brooke—something more 
than her intensely beautiful brown eyes. In this 
chapter, Darrin runs into more interested women than 
ever. But he also meets Willow. And Brooke has a few 
things to say about that. (M/F-teen, FF, 1st, oral, voy, 
rom)

***

Author Note: This is a work of fiction. The author does 
not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 
in real life. You must be over the age of 18 to read 
this.

***

Chapter 2

I awoke with the sun streaming into the bedroom and my 
arm twisted under my head and fast asleep, dead to my 
touch and already tingling as I tried to roll over to 
sit up. I struggled to focus on the clock and was 
shocked to see that it was already nearly ten. I quickly 
got ready, grabbed a bite to eat then headed out to do 
some tune up on my truck. 

My house was really a quad--four attached homes sharing 
a wall. Interesting layout: each of the quads got a 
corner of the building and each had upstairs and 
downstairs. I was fortunate that the two neighbors that 
shared walls with me were decent folks, quiet and hardly 
home during the day. I seldom interacted with the 
neighbor kitty-corner from me. This little development 
had about a dozen buildings with four homes in each and 
small little driveways that led through the development.

But that meant each quad had its own driveway and 
carport with a locking closet that I used for my tools. 
So by ten thirty, I had the hood up and the oil draining 
and my tools all laid out. Drain the oil, change the 
plugs check fluids. I felt on top of things. I had 
everything already purchased; but Brooke's visit the 
previous night also made me feel better about myself. It 
had been about four years since I was close to a girl--
four years since I had any sexual release except through 
stops in the self-service station of love.

Brooke! Leaning over the engine, I allowed myself to 
close my eyes briefly and remember her beautiful eyes 
and her gorgeous tits. My dick stirred as I also 
recalled her sensuous lips on my member. But she had 
promised to send possible girlfriends my way today? How 
in the world was she going to do that?

The plugs were now changed. Time to slip under the 
engine and replace the oil drain plug.

That's when I noticed her. A neighbor from an adjacent 
quadplex was tending to a few things in the front yard. 
She was bent over and her ass was pointed right at me. 
Of course, she was about fifty feet away, but the image 
of her ass in tight spandex shorts was quite delightful. 
I've heard a few opine that women past their mid-
twenties should never wear spandex--at least not so that 
others can see it. But I've seen many UNDER their mid-
twenties whose spandex wearing should have been 
outlawed. Thus I'm more generous in my view on spandex: 
if you look good in it, wear it; otherwise, don't!

I was racking my brain to remember her name. Tilton? 
Yes! Rose Tilton. She was divorced and had a six year 
old girl and a little boy who could barely talk. I 
hardly interacted with them. She seemed nice enough, 
waved when she saw me and her kids certainly didn't run 
wild through the neighborhood. It appeared that she had 
many activities for them that she was constantly taking 
them to.

I finished tightening the oil plug and scooted the oil 
pan out of the way. As I emerged from under the truck, I 
saw a pair of very shapely legs standing near. Looking 
up I saw the spandex shorts and then the smiling face of 
Rose Tilton back lit by a very bright sky.

"Hi, Darrin, right?"

"Yes. Rose?"

She smiled and nodded. "I saw you working on your 
vehicle and wondered if you ever worked on anybody 
else's?"

"Not very much," I said truthfully. "I know just enough 
about my truck to do basic maintenance."

"Well, I understand," she said. "But sometimes I feel 
like I'm so vulnerable when I go to a repair shop. I 
mean I don't know a dip stick from a muffler."

I smiled. "If they ever say that your blinker fluid is 
low, they are lying."

She thought about it for a moment then laughed. "I get 
it. That's funny. Gonna have to tell my girl friends 
that one." She leaned over my engine then asked, "So 
where do you put oil in? And how do you know if you have 
to?"

I leaned in from the side and pointed to the oil spout 
and then the dip stick and explained that I was about to 
add new oil to the engine. But I was also treated to a 
very lovely view of her cleavage. Her shirt hung open 
and there didn't appear to be a bra restraining her 
tits. They jiggled delightfully when she laughed.

"You certainly are patient with explaining things," she 
went on. "My ex couldn't put up with my questions. He 
would get defensive or bitchy because I didn't know."

I nodded to keep the conversation going but warning 
bells fired off in my head. If she was so free to berate 
her ex to someone whom she barely knew... I mentally 
shook my head at the thought of pursuing her except with 
a restraining order.

"When type of care do you have?" I asked.

"Lexus GX 460."

I knew that was her car. She had cashed out well in the 
post divorce aftermath, downsized her home but got a 
really nice car. "That's a nice vehicle," I said. "But I 
know next to nothing about the insides of a Lexus."

"Well, I suppose that's one drawback to having a nice 
car," she said. 

She looked almost as if she was about to pout. Another 
warning bell! Way too high maintenance. And I wasn't 
referring to the car!

"But the safety features keep your children very safe," 
I added, "And Lexus has a very good record for lasting a 
long time and its parts don't break as often. Very good 
resale value too."

"That's something my ex said. I suppose it's true." She 
straightened up and said cheerfully, "I need to go pick 
my children up from their father's. It was good talking 
with you, Darrin. I learned a lot."

"I'm glad to help."

She turned and left, her butt swaying provocatively back 
and forth. I shook my head for real this time and 
thought to myself, "Brooke, if that's one that you're 
sending me, I don't think you have a clue about what I'd 
like or what I need."

I know it was my mind playing tricks on me, but I 
imagined Brooke saying, "See? You have more confidence 
now and women notice."

I started the engine just to listen. Much better. I had 
a habit of letting tune-ups go too long and far in 
between. The spark plugs were definitely cutting down on 
performance. But now? Perfect. I put my tools away then 
cleaned up. 

Shopping for groceries was the next item on my to-do 
list. Not a bad chore but one that I tried to make sure 
to time well so that I didn't arrive with the wrong 
crowd. Certain times the store was filled with parents 
and their screaming children, other times it was the 
older folks who moved very slowly. First thing in the 
morning would be the commuters getting something for 
lunch or the snack for the office or the soccer moms 
getting cupcakes for a child's class. I was hoping that 
Saturday about noon would be less crowded and not as 
hectic.

I was pleasantly surprised. Not too bad. And like the 
ancient hunters of old, I moved in, found my items and 
quickly made my purchases. I was in and out in less than 
twenty minutes. As I was placing the groceries in the 
back of my truck I heard my name.

"Hi, Darrin!"

I turned around and saw Shelly from work. "Hey, how's it 
going?"

"Just stopping in to get some stuff for a little bar-b-
que me and Kathy are having this afternoon. Say, you are 
looking good. Are you working out?"

"No, not really. Probably is something I should get into 
more."

"Oh, listen to you. So modest. Say, I'd invite you over 
but Kathy has an exact count and she's doing the formal 
casual thing. Know what I mean?"

I nodded. Kathy was a little bit of a control freak at 
work. Excellent detail organizer, but a pain in the butt 
at times too.

"So, maybe I could invite you over for dinner some 
night?"

"Yeah, that sounds nice."

"I'll talk with you next week at work and we'll arrange 
something. Okay?"

"Thanks, Shelly."

She turned and walked quickly into the store. Shelly was 
a very outgoing, well-liked member of our office. She 
could defuse tense meetings and lighten up any office 
party. She was also one of the most dated young women 
there too. She was beautiful--no doubt about that; but 
rumors circulated that had install a revolving door on 
her pussy to keep the traffic moving. No, Brooke was 
right. I wanted and needed a girlfriend not a 
circulating pussy.

But I was very chuffed that Shelly had finally spotted 
me on her radar. Maybe Brooke was right. Get some 
confidence and get the girls. The fact that two women 
already hit me up on Saturday before 1pm was a vast 
improvement. I would have to open the bottle of port 
again tonight at exactly seven thirty to see if Brooke 
would come back for another lesson in confidence 
building.

Back at home, I parked and began unloading the 
groceries. I was thinking about cooking the steak and 
what to have with it and to have it all ready in case 
Brooke really would show up again.

I was bringing the last bag into the house when I heard 
someone call out, "Hey, Darrin!"

I turned and spotted one of the college co-eds coming 
toward me. I couldn't recall her name. I knew she shared 
one of the rented quads with two other co-eds. Some of 
them were what I termed the rowdy cheerleader types, but 
I didn't know which was who. We had a community meeting 
about six months earlier and everyone had introduced 
themselves, but I had a crappy name remembering system.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Hi, my toilet is running constantly and I'm not certain 
what to do."

"Is it overflowing?"

"No, but it flushes every couple of minutes."

"Okay, there's no danger of a flood," I said. "Let me 
put this stuff away and I'll be right with you."

"Need some help?"

"Sure." I had no idea how Brooke was orchestrating this, 
but I was rather liking the feminine attention.

"You know, I feel really embarrassed that I don't 
remember you name."

"Rachelle. But we only met once at that meeting back 
after Halloween."

"Ah, yes."

"Where do these cans go?" she asked.

I pointed to the cabinet below the counter as I put the 
meat into the fridge.

Soon it was all in its place and Rachelle led me back to 
her place. "It's a little bit of a mess right now," she 
apologized. "We're in the middle of mid-terms and 
projects and what not."

"I remember that."

"When'd you graduate?"

"Couple of years ago."

She opened the door then put her finger to her lips. "We 
gotta be quiet cause my roommates are home and they're 
busy."

"Okay."

She led me in, past the downstairs bathroom to the 
stairs and up to the bathroom in the hallway. "Here it 
is," she whispered.

I listened then quickly determined that the problem was 
that the flapper was not making a good seal with the 
seating of the outflow. I showed her how to turned the 
water on and off so that they could flush the toilet 
when they needed to, then recommended that they contact 
the home owner's association or at least the person they 
rented from. "He'd be able to either fix it or point you 
to a good repairman."

"Thank you, so much!" she gushed.

"No problem at all."

That's when I spotted a huge double-headed dildo in the 
counter partly hidden by a towel and a pink bra. 
Rachelle must have known what I saw by the reaction on 
my face. "Sometimes a girl needs something," she said 
with a smile and a wink.

She led me out and past a a couple doors but one was 
cracked slightly open and there were strange, grunting 
sounds coming from within.

Rachelle smiled then said in a hushed whisper, "Quietly 
take a peek then come away quickly."

I followed her lead and looked through the crack and 
nearly had a heart attack. Her two roommates were busy 
with a lesbian love fest. It was stunningly beautiful 
and erotic. They were busy sixty-nining each other with 
dildos in each other's pussies and licking each other's 
clits, from what I saw at, the same time. The pussy that 
was pointed toward the door was completely shaved or 
devoid of hair by some means and the mouth that was on 
it was hungrily lapping at a very visible clitoris that 
rose high above the inner pussy lips which were 
distended around a large neon pink dildo which she 
plunged in and out of that gaping vagina, all the while 
as she licked the pink man-in-the-boat who rode high 
above the fray.

"Holy, moley!" I whispered.

Rachelle grabbed my arm and pulled me away before I 
could mutter anymore.

"Shh," she whispered. "Don't let them know you saw."

"So are you all turned on by girls?" I asked a little 
confused, overwhelmed and turned on by what I had seen.

"Yes, but Holly and Megan only like girls. I enjoy a 
little girl on girl time, but I really like girl on boy 
time."

I nodded, taking in the new information. "Well, your 
toilet is mostly fixed. You can use it for now. If your 
landlord won't fix it, let me know. It's really only a 
ten or fifteen dollar problem."

"Thank you, Darrin." Then she kissed me. An awkward sort 
of kiss that was not really a romantic kiss but went on 
far longer than a simple "thank you" kiss.

"You're welcome," I finally said, really at a loss for 
words and correct behavior.

"Talk with you soon."

"Okay," I replied then turned to leave.

Yes, that scene with her roommates going down on each 
other was incredibly sexy and highly pornographic, but 
it was a far cry from what Brooke said I needed. It was 
far from what I knew that I needed. I needed a 
girlfriend. I needed a woman that would be my soul-mate. 
So far everyone that Brooke had brought to me was a 
complete waste of time--a complete washout. Cute in 
their own way at some level, but losers as far as I was 
concerned. I walked back to my quad a bit dejected. 
Every female that had crossed my path that day was an 
emotional suck or gave off seriously wrong vibes. I 
began to doubt what Brooke was trying to do for me.

It was late in the afternoon and I decided to straighten 
up my place then go for a walk. I was determined to 
invoke the presence of Brooke again that night about 
seven thirty but I knew that a walk would be good for 
me. It would allow me to clear my head and think through 
a number of issues as well as plan out the courses for 
that night's menu.

But I was interrupted.

I was returning from my walk wherein I had decided that 
Brooke had failed, when a Frisbee landed a few feet in 
front of me. Without thinking I picked it up, looked 
around as to who was waiting for it then flicked it off 
my thumb toward a teenaged girl about twenty yards away 
from me.

It sailed effortlessly right toward her and she easily 
caught the Frisbee then exclaimed, "That was cool. How'd 
you do that?"

Suddenly she was running toward me and was upon me 
before I could even think of fleeing.

"Willow, where ya going?" I saw a younger boy of about 
nine or ten further off standing and looking really put 
out.

The girl ignored him. "Mister, could you show me how to 
throw it like you did?"

"Sure. I guess I could." I glance over at the younger 
boy then asked, "Think he'd like to see too?"

"Yeah, proly. Hey, River!" she yelled out and beckoned 
at him to join us. "That's my youngest brother. He's 
ten."

"You have another brother?"

"Uh-huh, Forest. He's twelve."

"I suppose I should introduce myself," I said as River 
came rushing toward us. "I'm Darrin."

"Please to meet you, Darrin. I'm Willow."

"And I'm River," the boy said breathlessly. "What's up, 
Willow?"

"I asked him to show me how to throw the Frisbee like he 
did."

"Like what?"

"Like this," I said, taking the Frisbee from Willow and 
flicking it about ten yards.

"That's so cool! Can I try it?"

"Sure, go get it," I laughed.

It took several times to show them before they started 
getting the hang of it. Then all three of us flung it 
back and forth to each other. It was an unexpectedly 
nice turn to the afternoon. It was fun watching the 
brother and sister interact and their youthful 
exuberance was rather infectious. Plus I enjoyed 
watching Willow's very long hair shimmer and flow as she 
moved.

"You're pretty good," Willow said at one point. I 
noticed that River liked being further away so he could 
practice his long shots, but Willow stayed within 
talking range.

"Yeah, when I was in high school, some of us would play 
Frisbee on the quad at lunch or maybe during our math 
class."

"During math?" she asked. "I wished I had a cool class 
like that."

"Yeah, I guess that does sound rather funny. My high 
school had long periods on Wednesdays. So we only had 1, 
3, and 5 one Wednesday then 2, 4, and 6 the next. It was 
good for the science classes and other classes that 
needed to do big projects, but math was intense. So our 
math teacher always gave us a break half way through."

"That sounds like fun," she replied flicking the Frisbee 
off to her brother.

I was quiet for a few moments as flinging the Frisbee 
also brought back memories of lunchtime with my 
girlfriend, Michelle. She was game enough to play and 
became very accurate with her throws.

"Whatchya thinkin'?" she asked.

"Oh, just reliving a few memories from high school. It's 
really been a while since I've played Frisbee."

"You must have really been good, cause you still got 
it." She jumped and caught a high floater from River. 
"So how old are you, if you don't mind me asking."

"I'm twenty-four. How 'bout you?"

"Sixteen."

"Really? What grade?"

"Tenth." She tossed the Frisbee to me and I quickly 
flung it off to River with a flick from behind my back..

I looked at her again. Willow. Very lovely name. And she 
was quite lovely and willowy: long light brown hair--
down to her waist--with streaks of blonde; very long and 
thin arms; even longer legs that stretched forever from 
her short, denim-blue shorts; small, compact tits that 
barely formed a rise in her thin tee shirt with the just 
visible outline of a training bra; an ass that was just 
deciding that it was time to start becoming womanly; 
plus a thin face, cute nose and a subtle spattering of 
freckles across her cheeks. She was tall though, but her 
thinness made me suspect junior high, not tenth grade.

"You're thinking again," she laughed and toss the 
Frisbee at me.

"Yep."

"About?"

"Just how perfect it was to play a little Frisbee this 
afternoon."

"I liked it too. Much better than just playing my my kid 
brother."

"Be nice to brothers. They can grow up to be okay; I 
mean, I was a kid brother once."

"Yeah, well, he's okay sometimes. Forest is the real 
pain in the butt."

"Well, I should be going." I tossed the Frisbee back to 
Willow then waved to River. "It was fun," I hollered out 
to him. "I gotta go."

"You live close by?" Willow asked.

"Across the street. And you?"

"Them are our apartments," she answered, pointing at the 
buildings. "I guess we gotta go too. See ya."

River had run closer and added his good-bye. I smiled, 
crossed the street and finally finished my walk. With a 
walk I had set out to clear my head and plan out a 
dinner. I succeeded in clearing my head and feeling 
downright upbeat and positive, but I still needed to 
come up with a good plan for dinner.

I finally decided on steak with brown rice, a salad and 
a nice red wine. I began cooking and making the table 
extra fancy--rather hard for a bachelor, I must admit, 
but I succeeded in having a table cloth with nice dishes 
and two candles. I scrolled through my music list and 
pulled up a list of soft classical music. I checked the 
time: just a little after seven. Things were coming 
together well. I set the port and the two glass down in 
the front room then went upstairs to change. That's when 
I noticed that a rain had moved in while I was busy in 
the kitchen. I heard the heavy pattering of drops 
against my bedroom window.

Just before seven thirty I started the steak which had 
been marinating since I before my walk.

Seven thirty! With anticipation and a quickening of my 
pulse, I poured the port into the glasses then took a 
sip and spoke softly, "I wish that Willow was here."

I gasped as soon as I said it! "I mean Brooke!" Where 
did that slip up come from? Oh shit and double shit. 
Doo-doo and turds too! I sat my glass down and wondered 
how badly this screwed up everything. I tried to reason 
with myself that it was highly improbable that Brooke 
would have even come then anyway since she didn't 
promise anything for that night anyway.

But the door bell rang!

I sprang to my feet and almost knocked the glasses over. 
I took a deep breath then hurried to the door and peered 
out. It was not Brooke. It was....

"Willow?" I said very surprised as I opened the door.

She was soaking wet, still wearing the tee shirt and 
denim jeans short shorts. The dampness of her shirt 
showed that she was not wearing a bra either. Very cute 
little breasts topped by obviously cold hardened 
nipples.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Mom's at work and my brothers locked me out."

"Come on in. I'll get some towels and you can use my 
robe to warm up in."

In spite of it being late spring and being a nice warm 
afternoon earlier, the weather in the Ohio River Valley 
could change in a moment and turn rainy and cold. Plus 
it was getting closer toward dusk. I showed her in and 
offered her use of the downstairs bathroom then I ran 
and got extra towels and my bathrobe. She still had the 
door to the room open and was toweling her hair dry.

"Thank you, Darrin," she said quietly.

"If you want we could dry your stuff while you wait in 
my robe."

"That'll be nice."

"I'll be out here."

She smiled and closed the door.

A few minutes later she reappeared wearing only a robe 
and carrying her soggy clothes.

"Do you want some dry socks too?"

Willow nodded.

"Okay, let's get these drying and I'll go get you some."

A few minutes later she was sitting in the front room, 
putting on her socks. I sat directly across from her and 
suddenly felt awkward, wondering if she was going to 
flash me her pussy. I tried averting my eyes, but I kept 
glancing her direction. Yet I saw no peek of a forbidden 
slit.

"Darrin? Are you expecting a date tonight?"

"Oh." I glanced around. The soft classical music was 
still playing and the port in the pair of glasses was 
still on the table in front of the couch. "Well, I was 
hoping. But there was no guarantee. It was sort of a 'if 
she could make it' sort of thing. Oh, no!"

I jumped up.

"What?"

"I have food on the stove!" I answered as I ran to the 
kitchen.

The steak was not burnt, but it was not moist and 
succulent either.

"I'm sorry that I messed things up for you." Willow had 
followed me into the kitchen.

"You didn't mess anything up," I answered. "I'm very 
glad that I was here to help you."

Willow smiled and then hugged me. "That is so sweet. But 
the candle and wine thing?"

"Like I said it was a hope so and a maybe sort of 
thing."

"Was it Brooke?"

I turned and face Willow. "You know who Brooke is?"

"Uh-huh. I saw her visit over here yesterday. Didn't 
know it was you though. Till now."

"But you know her?"

"Uh-huh. She's the clerk at the drug store where we shop 
sometimes."

"Yeah, she came over last night. I was hoping that she'd 
stop by tonight, but it's past when I'd expect that 
she'd come."

"So you just made this just in case? It smells so good."

"Would you like to join me for dinner?"

"That'd be nice," Willow smiled. "My brothers think they 
out did me by locking me out, but they are only gonna 
have ramen and canned corn."

"There's more than enough here for a hungry tenth 
grader."

I motioned for her to sit down then I served up dinner 
for us both. "But I will take the wine and wine glasses 
away."

She laughed and I was taken with how sweet her voice 
was. She proved to be a good conversationalist. When I 
was her age, I did not do well talking with adults 
unless I had to and usually only if I already knew who 
they were. But here she was, barely knew me and very 
comfortable with being with me and talking up a storm: 
about her brothers, about school and, "Do you have any 
ketchup?"

I nodded then brought back a bottle from the fridge.

"Perfect," she said and she drenched her portion of 
steak with a thick layer of the condiment. "This stuff 
is really good. We don't get a lot a fancy meat and all 
what with Mom being a single mom and working two nearly 
full-time jobs."

"No dad?"

She shook her head. "It's a lot more complex than that. 
Mom doesn't really know who our fathers were. She's a 
free spirit, kinda a new age hippie and she was in a 
community where a whole lot of free love went on."

"Really?" I had only heard of those things and thought 
they were something from the 1960s.

"Uh-huh. That's why we have what Mom calls earthy names: 
Willow, Forest, River."

"I think you got the best name of that list."

"Thank you. I think so too."

She kept up the chatter over the rest of dinner and drew 
me out so I soon was sharing what my high school and 
college days were like.

"But you have no girlfriend now?"

I shook my head.

"None ever?"

"I didn't say that," I replied, looking down at my 
plate. "She died when I was a sophomore in college."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Willow put both of her 
hands over her mouth then stifle a tiny scream. "Oh! 
Darrin. I'm so sorry."

I couldn't think of anything to say so I awkwardly 
looked up, nodded and tried to smile. Willow, however, 
jumped up from her place and hurried to me. As she knelt 
beside me, she wrapped her arms around me and whispered, 
"I'm so sorry."

I allowed myself to be drawn into her warm embrace and 
finally I put my arms around her. I leaned over her and 
smelled her hair and the scent of rain and sweat and the 
hints of shampoo from earlier that day. I struggled to 
fight against reliving that night that I found out about 
Michelle's accident. Most of the time, whenever I was 
reminded of her death, I would quickly spiral downward 
into grief, heartache and the emptiness of loss. But 
that night--at that moment--I felt a buoyant warmth that 
gently held me back from the edge of despair. It was so 
tender and sweet what Willow was doing. She may have 
only been a sophomore in high school, but she had people 
skills that were far advanced for her age.

"Thank you, Willow. It's hard to talk about, but your 
concern means a lot to me." I wanted to kiss the top of 
her head, but felt that might be too much since she was 
a minor still and I barely knew her.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were moist.

"Have you had a loss like that?" 

She nodded then sat back and looked away. "In sixth 
grade. My best friend got sick with cancer. We all 
pitched in to help her and visited her in the hospital 
and some of the guys even had their heads shaved when 
she was in chemo. But she died anyway. It's like it was 
all useless."

I put my hands on her shoulders. "Not useless at all. 
Your love and care helped her. It would have been so 
much harder for her if you weren't there."

She nodded, but stayed there on the floor looking down. 
That's when I noticed that the robe had slipped a little 
and now there was a deep vee in the front. I saw no 
cleavage, no edge of a side-boob. But I saw down nearly 
to her navel. That meant her little tits were very 
little indeed. Her skin was so beautiful and smooth.

"Do you want dessert?"

She looked up and I made sure to look into her eyes 
instead of her chest.

"I have fancy ice cream with some sprinkles and nuts and 
even a cherry on top."

She ran her hand under her nose, sniffed and rubbed her 
eyes. "That'd be nice. Thank you."

I helped her up then went and started dishing up the ice 
cream. At the same time, Willow began clearing the 
table, stacking the plates and then filled the sink and 
began cleaning up.

"You really don't have to do that," I said.

"Maybe, but I want to. It's only right."

"You're really a nice person. And why is it that your 
brothers are so mean sometimes?"

She shook her head. "No clue. I'd really like to leave 
them and move far away till they are human."

"You wanna watch a movie while we have dessert?"

"Yes!"

So we moved into the front room and I cleared the port 
away and called up an old movie. "I've never seen 'Ever 
After'," Willow said. "I heard it's kinda like 
Cinderella."

"Let's see," I replied.

I had never seen it either, but was willing to try it 
out for the young female in the midst. Drew Barrymore 
did a fine job of being a version of Cinderella and by 
the end I was totally engrossed in the plot and the 
video. But I did notice that Willow had curled up next 
to me and eventually had slouched against me, even 
leaning her head on my shoulder. But by that time I was 
completely smitten with the plot line and was wondering 
how this Danielle de Barbarac would be redeemed and 
righted in the end.

As the newly married Danielle was introduced in the 
film, I finally noticed that Willow had completely 
fallen asleep next to me. A protective urge took over 
and I paused the film then pulled a small throw blanket 
over her and let her lay down on the couch. Willow 
hardly stirred. I remembered that her clothes were in my 
dryer so I went to fetch them for her. That's when I 
realized just how little she wore when she came and 
called on me that evening: one tee shirt, one very short 
shorts, panties, a pair of sox and tennis shoes. No bra. 
Nothing else. And now she was asleep on my couch wearing 
only my robe and a small blanket.

I glanced at the clock. Good heavens! It was after ten. 
She said that her mother would be home about ten thirty.

"Willow," I whispered as I touched her shoulder. "It's 
almost time for your mom to be home."

She stirred and opened one eye. "Umm?"

"You said your mother would be home about ten thirty?"

"What happened with Danielle?" she asked.

"I don't know. I stopped it when I saw that you'd fallen 
asleep. I have your clothes here."

Willow slowly rolled over and put the blanket off. But 
as she did so, the robe opened up completely and 
displayed the smallest and most perfectly formed little 
breasts that the history of the world had ever seen. I 
was smitten. I even gasped. I stared then finally, 
remembering good manners, turned away.

Willow realized by then what had happened, closed the 
robe and sat up straight. "Darrin, I don't think that I 
have ever had anyone express such a reaction to tits I 
don't have."

"I'm sorry, " I mumbled. "It caught me by surprise and I 
certainly didn't mean to invade your privacy like that."

Willow leaned forward and put her hands around my face. 
"I consider it a complement, flattered actually. No one 
*EVER* has made that sort of reaction to my lack of 
boobs before. They usually laugh. I loathed gym."

"Your mom will be home soon?" I stammered.

"Yeah, maybe, but if I wait a little while then come 
home, Forest will be in deeper crap for locking me out."

"You aren't going to be in trouble for hanging out with 
me?"

"Hardly."

I sighed.

"Why?" Willow asked. "Did you think that my free-love 
mother would be upset with her daughter hanging out with 
a guy?"

It suddenly made sense and I felt quite a bit relieved. 
"But it's nice to hear you put it that way."

"Darrin, thank you for tonight. Most fun I've had in a 
long time."

I handed her the dry clothes and she disappeared into 
the bathroom to change.

A few minutes later she reappeared and I said, "I should 
walk you home."

"Why? I know where I live."

"True. But it's a gentlemanly thing to do and I have an 
umbrella."

Willow smiled again. "You surprise me, Darrin. That's 
mighty sweet."

I grabbed a coat for her and my umbrella then offered 
her my arm. "Are you ready?"

She almost blushed. "Very sweet."

So I escorted her out of our development, across the 
street and into her apartment complex. She pointed to a 
second story door then turned and kissed my cheek. "I 
have been so happy tonight. Thank you, Darrin."

"Me too," I whispered. I don't know why I whispered 
unless it was because I was afraid that my voice would 
crack.

She ascended the stairs, turned and waved then entered 
the apartment. Number 223. That number would stay with 
me for ever.

I turned back and retraced my steps to my apartment. I 
was so buoyed up and genuinely happy. I kicked a pebble 
in the rain and watched it skid through a small puddle. 
The scene from "Singin' in the Rain" where Gene Kelly 
danced in puddles and hung out on street lights came to 
mind. I laughed to myself then smiled.

"Because you really are happy?"

The voice startled me.

"I didn't mean to scare you," she spoke again.

"Brooke? I'm more surprised than anything!"

I offered her shelter under my umbrella and escorted her 
back to my place.

"Darrin, I must say that you are behaving far more 
gentlemanly and chivalrously than I had imagined or 
could have hoped that would have at this point."

"Wait. You thought that I was a clod?"

"No. Well, I didn't know really."

I silently opened the door and made a grand display of 
bowing and allowing her to enter first.

"You are upset with me," Brooke finally said when I 
closed and locked the door.

"You sent quite a gaggle of gals to nip at my heels 
today," I finally said. "And then you accuse me of being 
a jerk and a clod?"

"Wait. How many women came by and talked with you?"

"I donno, four or five. And this last one is underaged. 
That's so wrong."

"Darrin, I only sent two by you today. I don't know 
anything about the others."

"Who'd you send?" I asked.

"Your neighbor Rose."

"Bleah!"

"And Willow."

"She's only sixteen. That's jail time. Right?"

"Technically, she's fifteen and a half."

"Shit! Double shit and poop with turds and double deep 
doo-doo!"

"Darrin, who were these other women?"

I sat down on the couch and then told Brooke about my 
day.

She sat on the couch next to me and sighed. "I take no 
responsibility for the chic in the grocery store nor the 
neighbor with the lesbian roommates. Uh-uh! Not me. But 
what are you thinking about Willow?"

"I hardly know what to think. She's underage and 
jailbait. You understand that, right?"

"Darrin, Darrin," Brooke cooed then wrapped her arms 
around me. "She's fifteen. Completely legal to marry in 
this state when the parent gives approval."

"Fifteen?" I repeated. I knew that Brooke mentioned that 
before, but it still made the situation seem more wrong. 
"She said sixteen," I argued, trying to regain a little 
high ground in the argument.

"She was exaggerating. I know I did that when I was her 
age."

"She's only fifteen," I repeated, still trying to come 
to grips with what Brooke was proposing. "And I'm 
twenty-four! That's almost a ten year age difference."

"It will matter less and less as you grow older." 

"Brooke, I went for a walk this afternoon and I was 
ready to say that you had failed to send anyone that I 
wanted to be friends with--let alone, take on a date."

"But then you met Willow?"

"Yes, I did."

"Did you enjoy your time?"

I nodded. "It really was a nice relaxing afternoon 
playing Frisbee."

"Frisbee? I missed something. I know that she came over 
this evening."

I then briefly explained how I had met Willow and her 
brother and then the awkward mix-up in wishing for 
Willow instead of Brooke. She laughed at that. "See? A 
good old fashion Freudian slip. You already had Willow 
on your mind."

"And you're saying that I should just ask her to be my 
girlfriend?"

"Not quite. I'd strongly recommend that you go slowly. 
The longer you can keep it from becoming full-on sexual, 
the more you will stoke the fires of love. Just become 
better friends--do things together that you both like. 
Deepen your friendship and then you'll have a more 
wonderful intimacy when it comes."

I shook my head. "She already flashed her tits at me and 
I reacted."

"She did what?"

"It was an accident. She came over soaking wet and I 
gave her a robe and then she took her wet things off and 
I dried them. After dinner, she fell asleep and as I 
woke her up, the robe opened up and I saw her tits. I 
actually gasped and stared before I remembered to look 
away."

"You looked and showed great appreciation," Brooke said 
softly. "That must have given her some confidence and 
pleasure that someone older noticed her in a good way. 
But then you looked away, showing that you really are a 
gentleman." She smiled. "I think you passed the test." 
She then placed her lips near my ear and whispered, "You 
were able to give her some confidence because you 
already have a strong confidence building in you. But I 
think you need a little more."

She took my ear lobe into her mouth and began sucking on 
it. It was like electricity jolted out of her through 
the left side of my face and down to my cock.

"Brooke, you're driving me wild! How can I ever keep my 
hands and dick out of her pants with you planting such 
thoughts in my head!?"

"I'm not planting anything. Those thoughts are already 
there." She kissed my cheek again then purred, "But I 
can certainly help you to release some steam to keep the 
pressure from building up too much."

"Oh, Brooke. You are such a sweet and beautiful woman."

"Really?" she cooed and toyed with my earlobe again. "I 
thought this was about you."

"Maybe," I whispered back. "But for me, it's all about 
you tonight." 

I then moved--a bit awkwardly, since one arm was pinned 
behind her. I was now on top of her, my legs straddling 
hers, pinning her down. I didn't want to come off too 
mean or rough, but damn! I was randy and really turned 
on. I began by kissing her neck and massaging her 
shoulders, sliding my fingers further under her button 
down blouse.

"Darrin," she whispered hoarsely. "Unbutton my shirt. I 
have a surprise for you."

"For me?" I began undoing her buttons, thinking of the 
previous night when I had licked them and sucked them 
till she came in her pants. Now she was asking me to 
expose her beautiful C-cup tits again.

Her shirt was unbuttoned, I had pulled it wide opened 
but I stared. The previous night she wore a black lacy 
bra. Tonight it was a simple white bra with a tiny pink 
bow between the cups. But the cups! Damn! They were much 
smaller than last night! These were no C-cup cones of 
perfection. They were small, nascent nubs lying 
ensheathed within a training bra.

"You'll have to lift it up and over my head," she said 
quietly, her voice sounded much younger.

"What happened?" I asked. I was flabbergasted.

"Do you like them?" she whispered. "I'm projecting what 
you saw on Willow."

"She didn't have a bra on," I countered.

"I'm projecting what I remember about training bras."

I merely stared. My boner was straining at my pants but 
I was in danger of being weirded out big time. How was 
Brooke doing this?

"Darrin, I'm an empath. I working overtime right now, 
doing things that I've never tried before, but it's all 
legit. You're not playing with a young teen's tits." She 
reached up and kissed me. "Would you take my bra off, 
please?"

Suddenly I remembered staring at and longing over 
Willow's very small tits. While Willow wore no bra then, 
it suddenly seemed very exciting to me that I got to 
lift Brooke's faux training bra from her precious 
breasts. Virgins breasts. Untouched by man's hands 
breasts! Damn! Nearly creamed myself right then and 
there.

"I've never done this before," I spoke quietly as I 
tugged gently on the lower margins of her training bra.

She helped me by leaning forward an lifting the stretchy 
fabric up and over her head. As I caught sight of her 
tits, I gasped again. They were every bit the same as 
Willow's that I saw an hour before. Every bit as 
precious. Every bit as beautiful and tiny. Every bit as 
desirable and tantalizing.

"Oh, so beautiful!" I finally said.

"Really? They're so tiny."

"Maybe. But beautiful nonetheless!" Then I leaned 
forward and gently kissed each nipple. "So beautiful," I 
repeated.

Brooke shivered under my touch then wrapped her hands 
around my neck. "No one's ever told me that before. Are 
you sure."

"I'm about ready to blow a load just looking at you." 
And then I fell to licking and sucking her very small 
tits and nipples.

"That feels so good! Oh Darrin!" And then she held my 
head in her hands and cradled me close and tightly to 
her little breasts. "Oh, lick me, Darrin. Suck me!" And 
then she degenerated into unintelligible syllables and 
moaning. And I had randy visions of chewing on Willows 
small tits and nibbling at her nipples till Brooke 
exploded in a paroxysm of orgasmic bliss.

"Darrin, Darrin, Darrin," Brooke whispered almost 
desperately and pushed my face away from her breasts. 
"What you do to me. Oh, Darrin. That's really hot! Now 
it's my turn for you."

"Oh Brooke!" I moaned involuntarily as she pushed me 
back onto the couch and then began undoing my pants. Her 
hands were already in my shorts and caressing my balls 
before I had finished my groan. "Oh, shit, that feels 
good!"

Brooke laughed and purred at the same time began licking 
my dick from the edge of my balls up to the tip. Time 
and time again! Her tongue raked along the length of my 
dick, dragging its wet edge over the underside of my 
very inflated dick as she cupped my balls in her hands 
again. "Darrin, you may be the sexiest man alive on 
earth right now. I love the smell of your balls and the 
taste of your precum. Now hit me with your load. Darrin, 
I need your cum!"

Then she began to suck and lick me and envelop my dick 
head in her mouth. I nearly came twice as her tongue 
snaked out and licked along the underside of my dick 
with its head in her mouth. But then there was no way I 
could hold off any longer. I moaned and tried to say 
something about cumming, but I guess that she was savvy 
enough to know what that meant. She placed her mouth 
firmly over my dick head as I began pumping volumes of 
jism from the boiling confines of my balls. At least 
five good volleys and then she licked my dick once more 
which caused one more little spasm of happiness.

"Oh, Brooke," I finally was able to form a thought. 
"What did you do to me?"

Brooke sat back up and I opened my eyes as I watched her 
slip her bra back on. I was not a simple training bra--
instead it was a red lacy bra that held a pair of 
beautiful C-cup tits.

"And how did you do that to me?"

Brooke leaned forward and kissed me. "I couldn't have 
done it without you, Darrin," she said softly. "You are 
incredible. I've never been able to do anything like 
this before. And your licking on my tits! Sheeeeet! Hot 
Damn! That was incredible! If Willow doesn't work out, I 
may take you up on your offer to be your girlfriend!"

She saw the strange look on my face so she quickly 
added, "I'm joking. I have no doubt that you and Willow 
will do well."

"Even thought she's underaged?" I asked, finally 
breathing normally.

"Yes. Did you see how strongly you reacted to the vision 
of her little tits? Darrin, you are extremely turned on. 
And I don't see anything standing in your way. Take it 
slowly and take it carefully, but if you really want, 
Willow will be your girlfriend. No doubt!"

"Brooke, I don't know what you're telling me to do," I 
whispered.

"Just keep being sweet," she replied. "Sweet and honest. 
Damn, you are a sexy hunk." She leaned into me and 
ground her crotch onto my leg. I began rubbing her tits 
and tweaking her beautiful nipples through her bra as I 
kissed her neck and collar bone. She erupted around me 
and exploded all over. I felt her pussy grow damp 
through her pants. She must have leaked big time! Damn! 
What a sexy and beautiful woman.

"Darrin, wow! I am feeding off your strong feelings. 
I've seldom had two strong orgasms that close together. 
And wow!" She kissed me again and sat up. "I really need 
to be getting home."

"Not before you tell me how you left last night and the 
place remained locked up."

Brooke smiled and laughed. "You think that somehow I 
performed some magic?" She shook her head and stood up. 
"Nope. I found where you hid the spare key."

"It's that obvious?"

"You kind of projected it's location to me as I was 
leaving."

"I did? I don't remember much other than I was tired and 
happy."

"But it's a great spot. I won't tell anyone."

I stood up and put my pants back on as she finished 
dressing. She finished buttoning her blouse then came 
next to me and hugged me. I put one hand in the small of 
her back and the other hand cupped her very shapely ass.

"How did you get so hot, Brooke?" I whispered and pulled 
her tight against me.

"It's you, Darrin. Your sexual energy is very high 
tonight. I can feel your desire for Willow and it's 
driving me to the edge of orgasm."

"Again?" I asked incredulously. "Right not?"

She nodded and placed her head on my shoulder. I threw 
caution to the wind and cupped her ass hard with both 
hands then bent my head down to find her face to begin 
serious kissing. She turned her mouth up toward me and 
welcomed my tongue in, sucking and pulling on it firmly. 
My hands kneaded her ass cheeks and she began rubbing 
herself against my leg. The vixen was in heat! But all 
that rubbing and excitement caused my dick to be 
stimulated. Suddenly it was a rush to see who would cum 
first. She moaned in my mouth, signaling her cum had 
arrived. That pushed me over the edge and I blew another 
load in my shorts. I shuddered and it was all I could do 
to keep from toppling over.

Finally that wave of pleasure subsided and Brooke 
whispered, "I really must be going."

"Thank you for this time," I said, really not wanting to 
let her go.

"I won't be here for a few days," she said as she 
straightened her clothes again. "I had already arranged 
to go visit my mom."

"Okay. See you later this next week?"

She nodded and smiled. "Maybe Friday or next Saturday. 
Don't worry. Just go out and be friends with Willow." 
She kissed me again then said, "I gotta stop. My orgasms 
are feeding off your energy. This is crazy."

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'll be alright."

I opened the door and watched as she left then turned 
back inside and stripped my cum-soaked pants and shorts 
off. Wow! Two major cum eruptions and my dick was still 
rather stiff. But I was tired. A quick clean up and I 
crashed on my bed nude. I dreamt of Willow and Brooke 
and tiny tits and humping lovely asses. I woke up in the 
middle of the night with a huge, cold and wet cum stain 
in my sheets. I merely moved over and fell asleep again.

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