Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Assassin Part: Chapter 2 of 27 Summary: Ass, sass and sin. A young assassin does more than befriend people when he tries to get close to his targets. Keywords: Mf-nosex, exhib Language: English Copyright: 2009 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. 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I just didn't appreciate that she would be the resourceful, stubborn type who would complicate matters when she noticed me creeping across the roof late one night as I returned to my room. She spent several nights waiting to catch me to prove I was a Peeping Tom and grew more frustrated when I failed to appear. Friday changed that! ********************************************************* Pete - my school friend with the car - asked me what I had planned for the evening. I told him "Nothing" and was promptly included as part of a group meeting together. A group which included Mark and Kyra - the Pringle twins and two of my favourite people. I shared Gym with Mark on Monday afternoons so we hadn't met yet. Kyra was in my Pol. Sci. class but so far she only knew me as "the new guy". I'd seen her looking with the rest though so she didn't object to me. They both knew Phil, the boyfriend of Anna's semi-friend Stacey, so I wouldn't be a total outsider and I knew enough of the likes and dislikes of at least four or five to be able to fit in. That didn't include Anna though and when I told Ma I had been asked out and sought confirmation of my curfew Anna headed to her room and "studied" until I was gone. Elsie reacted as I intended. I hadn't asked if I could go out - I wasn't giving her that much power over my social life - but I had asked for a clear statement of the "house rules". She checked who I would be with and saw no problem but made the point about alcohol or weed or worse. I said the right reassuring things which I'm sure she didn't quite believe. She might have been surprised how I could handle my beer. I could sit on a glass for ages before swapping it for someone else's. If they were particularly careless they would be taking alternate sips out of both glasses until they had consumed two to my none. Alcohol dulled the reflexes and spoilt your aim. Drugs could be as bad or worse. I enjoyed adrenalin instead. I had dinner with the others (except Anna who ate in her room) and Pete picked me up. Simon and Graham were already in the car and I had to squeeze in next to an attractive young lady I hadn't yet met - Graham's girlfriend Eleanor. He was rather protective of her and that was the only time I got that close to her. If he could have done so without looking ridiculous I think he would have gotten Pete to stop while *HE* took the middle seat. I couldn't see Eleanor putting up with Graham's jealousy for long though and made a point not to give Graham cause to consider me as a "problem" - but other than that you couldn't find a nicer guy. We went to a pool hall where we waited outside in the car for the others to arrive. A second car turned up; it turned out to be Phil and Stacey together with another couple, Ron and Donna. I was going to struggle with names by the end of the evening - deliberately. Ron had a large bottle of cola which he passed around. I "took" a swig with lips pressed securely together and asked afterwards, "What is it?" "JB," was the reply and from the smell I got the feeling there was probably half a bottle mixed in with the cola. Car Three - Jim driving with Mark beside him while Kyra sat in the back with Jim's girlfriend Marnie. Car Four - Trev and Kev, sans dates. Perhaps they just preferred hanging out with the guys...and *THEIR* dates. We finished off the plastic bottle - quickly now the numbers had increased - and went inside together. It was nothing like the dimly lit, smoke-filled dens of iniquity our fathers might have frequented in their youth. Instead it was well lit and aimed to get the sector of the population with the most to spend - its youth - to see it as a desirable gathering place and to present itself to their parents as a safe form of entertainment. Thus it had no liquor licence and kept any suggestion of drugs well outside even the car park. If kids had a cola though - well no-one looked too closely provided they didn't show more signs of inebriation than could be put down to the foibles and hijinks of youth. The girls weren't just eye candy or arm ornaments. They played too and they played well. I could hold my own, though I wasn't the best there by any means. James Bond might excel in everything he did but I was no super-spy. Some tables would finish before the others and so we stood by talking and watching until we could swap partners; during the evening we all got to play with or against each other at least once. I found myself standing with Kyra watching Mark. It was purely accidental. Okay, don't believe me. "I'm surprised you both came alone. Mark's certainly got the physique to attract the girls and you, well if I may say so without causing offence, you are simply stunning." Kyra looked at me. I had complimented her - possibly trying to pick her up - but no-one had ever fed her a line before that starting with how great her brother looked. She ended up eventually saying a simple "Thank you". It must have been a further puzzle since it was doubtful any but she and I knew Mark had not sought out the ladies because he preferred the guys and had not made any moves in that direction since he was still of an age and in a community where homosexuality was still an issue - often a physically painful one for some. Kyra had also put her love-life on hold since she was sure someone getting close to her would find out her brother's secret. It actually made them easier to approach since I could work my way closer to Mark while using Kyra as cover that would be more acceptable to our peers and her family. "So where did you come from?" Kyra decided to open a civil conversation between us rather than effectively giving me a cold shoulder by simply smiling and moving off. I responded but kept my eyes on the game before us. Kyra can't have helped but notice. The game finished and I turned to her. "Shall we challenge the winners?" That would be Mark and Trev. --- I was home on time and my foster parents found nothing in my appearance to criticise. They made polite query about my evening and then we all went to our beds. I let the house grow quiet and made my way out again. I peeked into Anna's room as I went past - the gap was wider this time but there was no light and I saw no movement. Once more though, she spotted my shadow when she should have been asleep. Jumping out of bed, she was too slow; by the time she had rushed to the window, I had already dropped to the ground and was at the front of the house before she opened the window. Suspicious, she silently made her way to my room. The door was locked but she knew where to find the emergency release tool - a long nail-like spike - and tiptoed downstairs to collect it. I was two blocks away - loping silently through the streets and avoiding cars and people - when she proved my room was empty, and I, some sort of Houdini. Anna went back to her room, determined to wait all night to catch me this time. To catch me and find out exactly what I was up to. --- Four blocks away the neighbourhood would definitely be classed as commercial - if mainly up-market retail. There were also hotels, motels and apartments. I had contacts, none of whom would stay more than four to five days at a time, or in the same place. I avoided the surveillance cameras, made my report and picked up the "supplies" I wanted. Then came the more dangerous trip home. --- Anna heard a dog barking in the neighbourhood and that woke her where she was sitting by the window. She pushed it open so she could hear any further sounds more clearly. My feet made no noise but the straps of my small backpack scraped over the side of the roof as I hoisted myself up. It was enough. As I eased under her window Anna was looking down at me. "Do you want me to scream now?" She was lucky I wasn't armed or she might not have had an opportunity to scream. I had spun around, my "Fight-or- Fight" reflexes coming to the fore. There was no attempt at flight - merely a decision to make my blow fatal or not. I had almost wet myself and looking up I could now see where Anna had slid the pane of glass up so the mesh, normally hidden in the wall below, replaced it. "Surprise." Anna's quiet comment defused the situation. She would never know how lucky she was. I was certainly happy I didn't have to burn down this house or worse to cover up her death. "I think we should both happen to need a midnight snack downstairs, don't you? You want coffee?" I just nodded. "See you there then." Anna closed her window again and the curtains and left me to seek my own room. I ignored the telltales - they were meaningless now - and hurriedly began to pad out one of the explanations I had ready if I was caught. I hadn't expected Anna to do the catching and I dreaded including *THAT* in my next report. I might be assigned her next just to cover my tracks if my target was deemed to be a serious enough problem. --- "Here." "Thanks." "You want a sandwich or something." "Yeah, ta." "Ham, cheese and tomato okay?" "Please." I looked at Anna as she put the makings together. Light silk PJs - boxer shorts and button up top with loose kimono-style robe. I found myself stirring within my own boxer shorts. (I also wore a loose t-shirt as a top and a towelling robe.) "You go out often? Tuesday and tonight at least. Is it only my window you peer into?" That was how I found out about her nightly vigils. "I get restless." "Restless buying? or selling?" "Neither. I don't get involved with drugs." "So what then?" I had to consider how best to respond. Anna didn't seem to mind me being a "bad boy" - just how bad I was to be was the question. "Just looking around the neighbourhood. You know." "No, actually. I do my looking around when it is light." "Just seeing how people live, what they are driving. Seen some nice cars around the place but they are all garaged at night." "So you like nice cars?" "You might say that." "Faster the better?" "Certainly." Anna must have thought she had my measure. "Same with your women?" "How do you mean?" "Faster the better!" I grinned. "Oh, I don't mind taking time with some things." We had kept our voices down so we couldn't be heard with any clarity and so we could hear anyone coming downstairs. We sat opposite each other at the table - quite innocently apart if anyone *SHOULD* look why the light was on. Anna leaned back. "What were you hoping to see in my window then?" She slid a hand inside her gown and, though I couldn't actually see her grip her breast, the back of her hand moved under the fabric in an appropriate manner to pique my interest. "I was curious I guess. I figured you were asleep so I didn't really expect anything." "You weren't expecting me to speak to you, that's for sure." Another grin. "Agreed." "So how did you get out?" "The flyscreen comes loose." "How easily?" "Fairly. Why?" I didn't really need to ask. Anna's bare foot slid up my leg, a toenail scraping gently along my calf. "Perhaps you could fix my screen and you wouldn't have to go as far when you were feeling restless." "Mmm. What did you have in mind? I'm not supposed to go into your room." "I'm kind of sure that you're not supposed to leave yours by your window during the night either." Her foot moved past my knee and she played with the hem of my boxer shorts. "I don't see there is much difference, do you?" I couldn't argue with her. "Not a lot, no." "We can't get involved as far as my family is concerned but there is nothing to say that we can't have some quiet fun on our own, surely?" Wasn't it the guys who were supposed to get the girls to fool around? I made an attempt to keep matters platonic. "Er, actually there was someone I am kinda interested in. Sorry." "You've only been here a couple of days; it can't be that serious yet. Let's see what we can arrange - you might decide you don't need her." I considered announcing it was a him but I was sure Anna would try to play the "Gays only need to experience a real woman" card. I gave in. "Why not. It sounds an attractive suggestion." "So you *DO* like me!" "You arranged all this while seriously doubting that? Of course I like you! Move your foot a little higher and you'll see what sitting across from you has done. It's been like that since you were making the sandwiches." Her foot found the hardness and she gently rubbed her sole along it. "Is it often like that?" "Well, let's say I might have been looking in your window for a memory to keep me company while I softened it up again." Anna took a couple of seconds. "You jerk off thinking of me!?" "Shhh!" We were silent for a second, listening for the least sign of movement. Safe, Anna released her breast and slowly, seductively, undid her buttons one by one. She spread the top as she went, an ever-widening V until her navel was mostly visible, the view obscured by the edge of the table every time she leaned a little forward. Watching me the whole time to make sure my attention was focussed, Anna then moved her top completely out of the way. She was most gratified when the object under her foot twitched in response. "Will this tide you over until tomorrow night? If you come and visit me then you can refresh your memory." "Deal," I said. She really was worth the distraction, I only hoped she didn't jeopardise the mission. Anna re-buttoned her top, far more quickly than she had unbuttoned it. Flashing had seemed like a good way of spurring on my interest; being discovered with her breasts exposed seemed like an even better way of ruining her chances of taking advantage of me now that she had me in her clutches. Since she was inviting me into *HER* room, Anna considered she would be safe enough. If I tried to take things further than she intended a scream would bring reinforcements and she could successfully protest her blameless status. I helped her rinse and dry our plates and cups. We could have left them on the sink but there would be less questions if there was also no proof that we had been up. Anna checked the staircase and then turned quickly back to me in the kitchen. With an arm thrown hastily around my neck we had our first kiss. It was violent, sensual and I was taken back by Anna's fervour. When I responded in kind she moaned into my mouth and pressed her breasts hard against my chest. I moved my lips beside her ear, took a hand and moved it to my prick. "A little memory for you to take to *YOUR* bed," I whispered. She squeezed affectionately. "I'll think of you thinking of me, shall I?" My hand found her breast. It was an uninvited contact - each time she had touched my penis had been due to me. Anna did not object, in fact she gave me another kiss that was almost enough to get me to unfasten her window then and there. We sensibly retired to our own rooms instead though she led me up the stairs in a manner that would have been sure to cause parental disapproval. --- "You coming to soccer? Hurry up if you are!" I felt like I'd barely closed my eyes. Yes, I had heard Anna played soccer. No, I hadn't associated that with Saturday mornings. No, I hadn't contemplated rising quite this early. I am a night person; even a creature of the night if you prefer. I could however function at the other end of the clock - once I was vertical - and a quick shower and some of Ma's excellent coffee kept me awake. We had to pick up a couple of other girls and Ma positioned Anna up front - I think in an effort to introduce me to more females. Anna didn't appreciate it but couldn't very well sit back there with me and let one of the others have the front seat. She would have much preferred I had it though than to have to see me shift into the middle so I was surrounded by two young athletic ladies in silky tops and shorts. Realistically, except for the buttons, there was little difference between their uniforms and Anna's PJs. The morning was cool and the other parents and various family members as enthusiastic as Ma. It was a closely contested match until late in the second half when Anna centred a corner kick perfectly and her team-mate sunk what was to be the only goal of the match. They came off excited and happy and though I'm not sure I deserved to be part of the group hug I certainly participated equally when dragged into it. Ma couldn't complain - she'd swung me in a circle when the goal had been acknowledged by the ref. The ride home was noisier, and smellier, and seemed to involve hands in contact with thighs. Their hands - my thighs! What was with all these girls!? When Hailey left I returned the favour with a final congratulatory pat. Those legs were well-muscled yet smooth to the touch. It was really a shame I wasn't going to be here for more than a month or so. Though left with room to spread out, I simply kept my seatbelt buckled and that was that. Rosalee took it as a positive sign and snuggled closer, her hand making a more obvious move up along my leg. I leaned forward to cover us from the front and, while talking to Ma and Anna, let my finger run along Rosalee's bicep. Since she was almost as far north as she could go without finding Santa's workshop and wasn't squawking as my fingers "accidentally" moved closer to her breast I openly closed the distance and found a hard nipple barricaded behind her sports bra. She retaliated and I could have used a jelly mould to keep my sensitive parts safe. Luckily that was all there was time for before it was her turn to be dropped off. She took my hand and squeezed my fingers as she said, "It was nice to meet you Roger. I hope you will come to our other games - you seem to have brought us luck." "Well I seem to be the lucky one, spending my morning with four lovely girls." Rosalee got her fingers squeezed in turn. Let her think I intended the compliment for her alone. Ma snorted and called me "silver-tongued" then said goodbye in recognition of Rosalee's thanks. --- Anna turned to me as we drove into our street. "You've got a screwdriver in your toolbox haven't you?" "Yes, though I don't know if whether it's any good for what you want." "I've got a shelf that's a little loose in my room. Would you mind tightening it for me please?" I looked at Ma. "If that's okay." "You can do it while I go through the shower," Anna jumped in ahead of any decision. "Yes, that would be good of you Roger if you wouldn't mind." --- There was nothing wrong with the shelves and Anna's screen soon matched mine, easily sliding back into the wall cavity when detached from the bottom of the window frame when the pane of glass was lifted up. I wondered if I should make Brent's window and even those in the other rooms the same so I could deny responsibility but decided it was too much work if I wasn't staying. As I closed Anna's bedroom door I heard the bathroom door open. It was just a small gap but I could see a strip up Anna's body that went from the left side of her pubes to above her right nipple and the centre of a tilted but broad smile. "You be sure to come back *LATER*." Anna closed the door quietly and finished drying herself. I went downstairs. "Anything else while I'm on a roll?" Elsie suddenly looked like her daughter and I had a vision of the beautiful woman Anna would likely grow into. Not a stunner but certainly someone granted a MILF rating by her children's male friends. Maybe Anna's provocation had made me horny but it was more fun to think of the woman sitting in front of me as Elsie rather than Ma or Mrs. Jamieson. Elsie's face looked puzzled and I guess some of my thoughts must have shown on my dial. I'm normally more discrete. Honesty was likely to be the safest policy - a little honesty anyway. "You know, I can see the resemblance between you and Anna. Brent looks more like Doug. I was right earlier - I was in the car with four lovely ladies. Actually, it's almost like being in Venice Beach in L.A. - everywhere you look, gorgeous women. I didn't think that happened this side of the Rockies." Elsie snorted again but not so convincingly this time. Any woman likes to be appreciated and most can tell a sincere compliment from bullshit. In the car I could have been spouting pure fluff since I was making a general comment to Rosalee that had included Elsie as a matter of politeness. This time was different. "No," I said to contradict her expression (how ever small) of disbelief, "look at the two teams today. Now I'll grant you there are a few who don't qualify for model thinness but I suspect they were mainly muscle. They were all fit and most were easy on the eye. I don't consider that all to look for in a girl but if you are male and standing on the sideline it's not a punishment." "Why do you think I send Doug into work," Elsie laughed. "Anna is going to be hungry. Fancy some flapjacks for brunch?" With a simple, unconscious gesture, Elsie suddenly became Ma. It was a trick I would find useful and I closed my eyes to try to visualise the before and after expressions while I answered. Ma must have thought it was blissful anticipation. "I hope the pancakes live up to your expectations." --- Anna asked me if I wanted to go with her to the Mall. I did have some purchases to make so I agreed. "Do you have a licence? asked Ma. "An interstate one. Oregon." "When Doug gets home he can see how well you manage and maybe you will be able to use the car from time to time." I could drive anything from a single cylinder scooter up to a bus or heavy duty rig with tandem trailer. I had learned to cope with rally driving and off road and could also spin on little more than my own car's length if I needed to go back where I came from. I doubted any of that was likely to make Doug part willingly with the keys to his family sedan. >>> Training had begun as soon as I was picked up. If you've seen the movie with Bridget Fonda you can imagine part of the picture. Take away the hostility and psychopathic beginnings; add in a willingness to learn; combine with an organisation that is ten shades darker than midnight, with the money and staff to support a group of people dedicated to the principal of justice rather than just law - or more frequently un-just law. My real classmates were much like me though most were several years older. We went where the law couldn't or sometimes wouldn't go for reasons of graft, politics or PR. We applied a justice that solved certain problems and in doing so we might cause some collateral damage, even some friendly fire damage. I preferred not to have too many others but I knew that the cases I dealt with would, if left unattended, result in a much higher body count of more or less innocent people. How many? I didn't keep count of either the principals or the others. I have been trained, not to forget them, but rather to remember the whys and the people who wouldn't suffer. I sleep at night and so will possibly hundreds who might not have if I hadn't been chosen. <<< --- It was a half block to the bus stop and then a short ride but Anna just looked at me when I suggested we walk. I resolved to try and convince her to try it on the way home. She was fit - I'd seen her run around the pitch that morning - but apparently physical exercise didn't include shopping trips, at least until one had to walk around the actual mall. Arriving, Anna led me straight away to her father's store where the staff greeted her. "Hi. This is Roger - he lives with us now." I got checked out - one eye contact and approving appraisal suggested Mark Pringle wasn't alone in town - and we were asked for our orders. Anna insisted on ordering for me - "You'll love it," she assured me. When it came it was vanilla-flavoured coffee with caramel instead of sugar and a hint of chilli which unexpectedly enhanced the other flavours. It *WAS* delicious and I said so. We sat in a booth by the window and watched the passing crowd. "Dad's at the other store today. He might drop in before he goes home so we might be able to get a ride home with him." That meant I would need to be careful in case he saw us and checked on my behaviour. I might not give him any concerns about Anna but I didn't want any other activities closely scrutinised either. "So where do you want to go, or are you just generally window shopping?" Anna named a couple of clothing stores she wanted to check out. The new lines were due in and she could see what she wanted to convince her mother she just *HAD* to have. Then, as well, she might just find a few things that her mother would not consent to buy but which would fit within Anna's own budget. "What about you?" "Well I need to get some money out of a hole in the wall and I see there's an electronics shop here that might have some kits." I also needed to get some condoms but I didn't say that. I had left those behind when I made my report the previous evening. It might seem silly, even boy scouts are supposed to "be prepared" but while a flick-knife might get you a stern lecture, being found with a condom by a teenage girl's father is likely to lead to a situation where you want the flick-knife. However, circumstances had changed and being found in the girl's bedroom *WITHOUT* a condom was likely to lead to more trouble than having one to hand (if not actually on). Which raised a problem. I had no idea who knew Doug and Ma, people who would likely pass on a bit of information about a young man - perhaps resembling me - in the company of their only, and highly nubile, daughter who was purchasing condoms by the wheelbarrow load. Okay the last is an exaggeration - a slight exaggeration. I could try to go back to my contact (also dodgy during daylight) or try to get there tonight and still meet Anna. Timing would be difficult. That left a drop at the mall. Spy-craft at its simplest and yet highly awkward. "Can I meet you at the shoe shop? I just need to find the bathrooms for a minute." "I'll wait here, there's no hurry and the shop is slow enough that they won't need the table." "Okay. Won't be long." I found the mall directory and both telephones and toilets. I made a quick call from the public phone; my mobile was more for show. "East Mall. Need two dozen rubbers and lube in Electronics store bag with assorted resistors and size 5 project box. One hour." I named the stores Anna was interested in and got a terse okay. They would do it though they tried to avoid security cameras - especially in the presence of a primary. They probably wouldn't work with me again for a year of two. I hoped that didn't piss them off though there was nothing I could do about it. I grabbed some more money - I was a teenager, I was expected to fritter it away. This account would be closed when the job was done and the couple of thousands it still contained would go back to whichever silent fund it had come from. It certainly wasn't my money; that was in a numbered account in Switzerland where I could draw on it in my retirement in maybe five or ten or, if I remained with my employers in some other role, perhaps even twenty years. I already had more than Doug and Ma even if they sold the franchised stores at full market value. I sat on a retainer of $180G a year (tax free since even the revenuer's couldn't be told about my earnings) with a further $250G per project. This one required infiltration and would take four, five, six weeks tops; another might require three days. I would quite easily retire to the identity that was being carefully crafted for me as I worked. When the time came I would have a fully documented history of who I was and how I had made the money that I would then delight in spending. I returned to the coffee shop. "Can we go to the electronics shop first? Please. It's only over there and I'll follow you around as you want then." "Oh, okay." I picked out a packet of resisters I didn't need and the plastic box that I had specified. That might come in handy. I also picked out a remote controlled car - one which resembled a car crushing monster truck with big wheels and high suspension. When you're only 40cm long you need the clearance to get up kerbs and over rocks. Anna just shook her head. "Boys and their toys!" --- I could have made some snide remark about girls and shopping with little difficulty as I waited while she tried on yet another outfit. I was glad Anna had agreed to go to the electronics store first. There would have been hell to pay if I'd called my contact in and hadn't even had time to get my own matching bag. An hour wouldn't have been enough. He had eyeballed me as I signalled Anna had about 15 minutes left in here and went off to grab a coffee of his own while I prepared my shoelace. The last thing we needed was a security guard chatting to my contact about why he found the one store window so interesting. I confess that shopping is one of the most boring experiences I can think of - including the time I spent thirty-six hours on a roof top with stale sandwiches and a plastic spring water bottle to pee in while waiting for an opportunity to close a little relay that would accidentally result in a car running a red light that appeared green. The car struck a truck and he arrived at hospital with such severe internal bleeding that he was pronounced DOA except he really went to a small sanatorium with only cuts and bruises where he spilled a lot more than beans. I also confess that watching Anna changed all that. There was a sheer delight on her face as she looked at item after item that I cannot explain. There was nothing special that I could see. Clothes were clothes! That doesn't mean I have no taste. I scrub up pretty well when required and, if I can't quite tell a genuine Prada or Gucci from a knock off, I could do a good enough job coordinating outfits to be able to advise Anna sensibly about her choices. It was really simply a matter of choosing suitable colour and tone combinations to produce a desired result based on fabrics and cut under consideration. If you wanted an outfit that said responsibility you couldn't mix it with one that said "party girl," "sporty" or especially "slutty". If you wanted to stand out you couldn't dress like every second tired mother on welfare unless there weren't any of them in your neighbourhood in which case you probably stood out for the wrong reasons. An excess of stripes or dots or lace or purple or orange was not good and Anna found she liked what I suggested when she looked in the mirror more often than she did her initial choices. She appeared from time to time in the entrance to the dressing rooms and I have to say that she too scrubbed up nicely. We walked out of the store at the sixteen minute mark with one extra-nice outfit and Anna's smile at the others she was sure she could get Ma to okay. I trod on my lace before striding off and took two steps before noticing it. "Hang on." I put my parcels and Anna's into a free spot on one of the benches and sat to tie my lace. When I stood and reclaimed them I chose the wrong one of two similar bags and that was that. We moved on to the shoe store. --- Brent was home - with a couple of friends in front of the main TV which left the upstairs one free for a while but we had other things to do. Anna told her mother she had a surprise for her and hurried to her room while I made us all a coffee. Ma was speechless when she saw Anna's outfit. It wasn't that it was so special but rather that it was so right for Anna. The colour matched her hair and complexion; the length matched her body; the cut was trendy enough that a teen would be happy and modest enough that her parents would be as well; the material looked like quality and the price, though not cheap, was affordable. Anna might have managed one or two qualities in an outfit before but never so many at the same time. "Roger helped me pick it." Ma looked at me. "You'll have to come with me next time I need something. It looks lovely on you, Anna." Anna went to show off to Brent and his friends and actually distracted them from the game though Brent could not admit his sister looked anything other than a tomboyish pest even though he was rather proud his friends repeated their appraisals of Anna as "HOT!" after she had left the room. --- I spent the afternoon trying out my new toy and I guess showing off to Anna. It was easy enough to mark out an obstacle course in the back yard. I ran the monster truck around it at a moderate pace a couple of times then gave Anna the controls and explained a little about the technique. Forward-back, left and right. Not much to learn there and you'd be absolutely right. The controls needed very little explanation. However "as you approach the curve, swing out wide then come in sharply" needs a little more explanation about momentum and acceleration - especially as one actually approaches the curve. Of course Anna sent the truck everywhere but on the course. She did complete the circuit but the only time she was between the left and right boundaries was as she crossed from one side to the other. I showed her again that it was possible and she showed me that it wasn't so I demonstrated at high speed with the back sliding around the corners as I rapidly dropped the power to the motor while the front was turning and then blasted it back to full speed while straightening the wheels. Inertia turned the car more sharply and I was headed back before Anna realised I had completed the corner. "I hope you don't actually drive like that Roger." "You don't get hurt if you roll one of these," I responded to Doug. "It's different in real life. I've seen people cut out of cars." I put them there. Still, I *DIDN'T* drive like that simply because I had successfully avoided getting myself into a situation that required such techniques to extricate oneself. "Have a go." I handed the controls over and soon Doug was managing the course. Well certainly better than Anna. --- I hadn't received an invitation anywhere for Saturday night, and would have had difficulty getting free of Anna without later complications if I had asked her to go somewhere, so I spent the evening in front of the idiot box with the others after going for a jog while it was still light. I didn't ask Anna to join me and I think her parents were grateful for an opportunity for some two-on-one time to reinforce their views about appropriate behaviour. Anna's behaviour *WAS* different when I returned. She wasn't rebellious but rather subtly gloating. "Let them impose all the rules they want," she seemed to be saying, "but I've got a secret they don't know about." I had counselled her briefly in the mall as to how we needed to behave together. To disarm her parents until they were willing to accept us being together I would *HAVE* to appear tolerant but aloof. We wouldn't be able to sit looking at each other across the table or the lounge. We would have to limit contact until we were alone but shouldn't jump apart if someone came upon us. If we didn't they would keep such a close watch on us that we wouldn't have any chance to do anything. I was in half a mind to sabotage our budding relationship but the view Anna had provided from the bathroom was really too tempting. I was a male and there had to be *SOME* perks while I was young enough to enjoy them. I didn't tell Anna that I had no expectations of her convincing her parents she didn't have a crush on me and thought that would work out better anyway. They would be suspicious if there was nothing at all between us in the circumstances unless we absolutely loathed each other and persisted in ignoring the others presence except with the most strained politeness. If they saw me looking elsewhere, playing the field even, they would relax. Would Anna let me go that far though? Well she would have to in at least one case. Eventually Anna expressed dissatisfaction with the program that was on and headed off to bed. Ma and Doug got a kiss, I got half a wave and responded with "Night," turning back to the program as though I wasn't dying to rush after her. When an ad break came on Doug asked me how I felt after my first few days. I quite honestly thanked him for taking me in - he and his family had been quite welcoming and any lack of real need on my part was irrelevant to their generosity. I said I liked the school - it *WAS* more impressive than my last actual high school - and that I had met a few people who looked like being friends. "Any girls?" "There's one I know from school who I saw last night and Ma introduced me to almost a dozen this morning." "You seemed quite cosy in the back seat." "I told you I was lucky." Ma can't have seen how lucky. "Well I know you might not think it my place to tell you what to do but at least think about the advice. Your whole future will depend on the base you build for yourself in the next few years. I know that when you are seventeen that seems so far away that you don't feel connected to it, but the choices you make will have consequences that could be good or bad. "Like trying to apply the sort of driving techniques you showed in the yard to a real car or finding yourself tied down with a family of your own before you've made a place in the world where you can bring them up properly. Or like getting a string of convictions for DUI or drugs or shoplifting or brawling instead. I don't see you doing any of those things, you've proven a right personable young man - but I know even the best person can be lead astray in a weak moment." Doug hadn't finished and I listened politely. "I feel you can become a man people will respect for the right reasons - all I suggest for now is, when you are faced with choices, think for a second or two on where they might take you. 'Nuf preaching I guess." "Thank you. I don't object to sensible advice. I guess my own Dad wasn't one to speak so straight. When he was around he tended to let his hands tell what he wanted." That little bit of truth left a silence in the room and the show starting up blessedly eased the tension. I watched until the next ad break and then announced that I too would head up to my room and work on modifications for the monster truck. My disclosure made it easier for my foster-parents to say goodnight and I suspected they might give me a little more space when I showed a need for quiet time in future. That could be handy. I really did work on the model after a quick shower. I needed to quieten the motor and add a couple of servo- motors and a miniature camera. Not all at once but I had time to get it ready. I could have left it to some specialist in a workshop but they had already done the hard assembly and if examined there would be evidence that this was only a hacked toy rather than a sophisticated tool that I should never have owned. Doug and Ma came up about 40 minutes later and tapped on my partly open door to say a final good night. Next I heard them down the other end of the corridor telling Anna not to read too late even if she didn't have to get up early on Sunday then their door closed and I closed and locked mine. Barring Brent waking us up when he came home that should be it for tonight. I didn't know if he was likely to drink too much though my briefing did indicate a fondness for beer, however he might also get lucky and not return until late on Sunday! I gave the olds a chance to remember anything they needed from downstairs before moving out. I wondered if Anna was getting impatient. Through the screen, across the roof - barefooted this time - and suddenly looking into the frazzled face of a horny teenage girl. "Finally!" "Shhh," I whispered. "What will happen if your parents hear voices in your room?" Anna nodded she understood. "Sorry," she whispered back. "Don't be. I wish I could have been here sooner too." I made to climb in. "Wait!" Anna commanded. "Huh?" "Kneel down. Please." Okay, whatever! I knelt on the slightly sloping roof that butted up to the upper storey just below Anna's window sill and steadied myself with the frame. "I just want to see if it's worth letting you come in." Her hands came through the open window and took hold of the waistband of my boxers. She had to ease them over an obstruction but when she was finished she expressed her satisfaction. "That's the first one I've seen up close." She reached under my balls with one hand and grasped the shaft with her other. "Not quite so hard please - especially with my balls." "Sorry. Should I kiss it better?" Anna was being mischievous now. I didn't really want to stay where I was when I might be spotted at anytime, unlikely though that would be. I also liked the idea of feeling her lips on me though. Damn! "Let me in." "You don't want a kiss then?" "Perhaps I'd like to kiss you too." "Oh!" Did that mean...? Anna let go and stepped back. I put my feet through and limboed into the room. Feet on the floor, I scuffed the carpet to remove any telltale footprints. Grime on the floor could be dealt with, two bare footprints - obviously matching my feet - by the window might need more explanation. Anna came to me, though my penis was still prominent above boxers at half mast, and I gave her a quite normal kiss that must have disappointed her. I had tested the bed when I was in "repairing the shelf" and was satisfied it wasn't going to squeak or knock against the wall but the appearance of a bed that has been slept in by one person is quite different from that where two people have had little sleep. Instead I took Anna's pillow and leaned it back by the wall under the window and pulled her down against me as I in turn leaned back against the soft cushion. I had slipped my shorts completely off as I had organised things and, with her knees bent over the top of one of my legs and my other knee supporting her lower back, Anna snuggled against me. I put my hand on the back of her head and pressed her mouth to mine. Now that was more of a kiss and Anna responded as I hoped. She had been a little afraid that I would do a Julius Caesar on her Britain. Well "I saw, I conquered, I came" perhaps. She wouldn't have put it in those terms though; I was the history buff. Anna turned in my arms and grabbed the quilt from her bed and wrapped it around us before returning to my lips. It was a nice slow *NORMAL* introduction after our initial bodily contact - if one ignored the fact that I was partly naked. Anna might have been eager to find out more about sex but seemed to welcome a slower, more romantic seduction. With her hip pressed against my penis Anna had nowhere to put her right hand so she slipped it behind my back across the top of her pillow while the left rested on my collarbone. My right however was free to cup the soft young breast beneath her silken top. I stroked her hair as well as we held each other close and smiled. She saw my lips curl and turned to look at me. "What?" she mouthed soundlessly. "Nice," I aspirated. One word said so much. Anna smiled, nodded and kissed my chin before snuggling back against me. I left her breast and opened the buttons with no complications or complaints. I started from the bottom and worked my way up, leaving the one at the top of her sternum still buttoned and slid my hand over the bare flesh. Anna kissed me with a serious passion. Had I wanted, I am sure I could have taken her then and there and with no thought on her part to the consequences of the noise she was certain to make. I don't make myself out to be a saint though. I wanted. Oh, how I wanted. I *DID* consider the consequences though, and I was well aware an unhurried approach was likely to turn Anna's adventurous lust into a complicated love for me. Well things were complicated anyway and I wasn't immune from the situation myself though *I* could and would love her and leave her. I was happy that I probably would not need the condoms tonight after all. If I could find ways to satisfy Anna without taking her virginity (was she still intact?) it might make the break easier for her when the time came. Saying goodbye to a playmate would possibly be less painful than to an actual lover. I did not yet know whether I would even get to say goodbye; usually I did a clean job and had a smooth extraction but if things got hairy I might get one of a range of "bug out" signals and simply become a runaway or the victim of a hit and run - with a closed coffin funeral. Right at that moment though my thoughts were on the hard button my skilful fingers were playing with. Anna was experiencing a range of new feelings and seemed ready to burst, either into song or from pent up pressure. She was grinning foolishly at our situation - stealing illicit moments under her parents' noses - and the actual erotic pleasure I was generating in her body. She wasn't actually unfamiliar with the ecstasy of orgasm but she had never been this close physically to someone in a sexual sense. No matter what became of us nor of how many lovers she had I knew Anna would never forget this night. I endeavoured to make it all the more memorable. Anna opened her legs willingly as my hand moved down from her breast, making lazy circles over her belly before it found the soft patch of short curls. I let just the tips of my fingers blaze a gentle trail back and forth through them. Curls straightened and sprang back unseen between my fingers. I teased her, edging closer to the soft thick pads that concealed her most personal secret and then moving almost out of the top of her thatch. The fourth time I spoiled her mood, Anna took my nipple between thumb and finger and pinched. I know she didn't expect the sudden reaction from beside her hip. With a lighter touch she squeezed again and again I reacted. She sensed the pleasure she was giving me and let her fingers travel around my chest and nipple, sometimes brushing, sometimes pressing; a pinch, a scratch - and in between, the softest, the hardest, the wettest kisses. I rewarded her. My fingers - spread wide as two pairs - slid over each side of her slit and the thinner lips were trapped between them. I still avoided the centre but now I was closer than any other she remembered excepting herself. Now the fingers resting behind my back were more like claws. Though she did not actually press her nails into my flesh there were likely to be bruised spots - four of them - as evidence against us in the morning. I had included a serious warning against telltale bite marks but some clues were going to be unavoidable. My fingers followed the centre line with no attempt to spread her inner lips apart. The anticipation she felt only made the pleasure stronger when I did invade. I must have been doing something right for Anna arched her body, leaning her head right back to expose her throat as only a vampire could really appreciate. I kissed the side of her neck and she shivered then turned to find my mouth with hers. Forget my back! My lips would bear bruises like Goth lipstick and would appear full of collagen. Anna's tongue was halfway down my throat and I decided there wouldn't be a better moment. A little wriggle and my fingers separated the soft surfaces with just a little more ease than opening a plastic bag in the fruit and veg section of the supermarket - though the outcome was more rewarding. I eased my fingers into the wettest pussy I had experienced. Well, being strict, I mean the wettest at first contact. Normally I had to walk my fingers along until I hit the jackpot but Anna had overflowed and my actions breached the dam walls! In addition to learning how to drive in all conditions, I had acquired similar skills in other useful areas. I don't profess to be as good at them as I am behind a wheel but it really is quite surprising how a little care, attention to detail, and compassion can make your partner feel you are one of the world's finest. If you can leave them wanting more ("Only not just right now. Please!") you have succeeded. I was well on my way to achieving that status with Anna. There was no need for me to coat the inner surfaces of her lips; instead my fingers soothed her swollen tissues and eased their way inside the cavity that may prove to be barricaded against further entry. The way proved clear and I replaced fingertips with a more substantial thumb. Anna gasped as it slid inside her and I pushed it to the hilt. The thicker base of that digit pressed right around the opening of Anna's vagina and I rubbed the tip around the nub of her cervix buried, well, not-so-deep inside her. My palm and fingers wrapped around her thigh and I wiggled my thumb inside her, drawing it a little back only so that Anna could feel it pushing all the harder against her when I inserted it once more. I wasn't really fucking her with my thumb. It was more a permanent presence that moved unpredictably than with a simple piston-like action. "Make love to me. Fuck me." The words were spoken into my mouth. I inhaled them as Anna breathed them at me. "I am loving you and we don't need to fuck yet. Just enjoy. You'll see." I turned my wrist - Anna was inclined to trap my arm between her thighs at odd moments of particular joy and it wasn't as easy as it sounds. My pointer finger lined up reasonably well with her clit and now when I bent my thumb it massaged the sensitive inside front surface of Anna's vagina. I had to press my mouth to Anna's to muffle her sounds. She wriggled in my lap - and that is an understatement. Anna came and it was hard! I almost lost a lip between clenched teeth and my ribs did bear some bleeding nail marks before she was finished. I worked her carefully - easing off a little to let her get her breath then providing a variety of touches so Anna had no way of anticipating just what would come next. Then, seeing the signs that she had had enough for now, I stopped and just held onto her, my thumb still and no attempt to even kiss, while she gradually composed herself. A rain of tears fell onto my chest and were wiped against my shoulder. Happy tears. The happiest of them all. Anna had started the evening alone and as innocent as masturbation and modern media would permit. Now she really knew, not only with her heart and her brain, but in the very fibre of her being, why men and women got together and made love. She still had much to learn and I didn't object in the least to being her teacher. She would learn but the next steps would be taken as a woman, not as a girl. It sounds as though I think I am god's gift to women; that's not it at all, but I was glad I had been shown what to do so that I was able to show Anna a little bit of heaven that night. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was so beautiful." I hugged her and she squeezed me in turn. "But what about you?" she asked. "There will be other opportunities if you want." "Oh I do!" Ana was fervent to the point of being carelessly loud. "Good, 'cause I rather like being with you like this." I eased my thumb out and protected it from both her belly and the waistband of her PJs as I raised it to my face. Anna could smell her scent as easily as I could. Strong, all over my thumb; I inhaled the fragrance and smiled. Anna watched in the dimness as I poked my tongue out and used the whole surface to clean one side. "Sweet. Special. Lovely!" It was, she was. I offered the other side to her and after the briefest moment's thought Anna copied me. From her expression it was the first time she had tried the taste. Doubt changed to surprised excitement. "Perhaps tomorrow I will have to kiss you properly." Was that a little shudder of anticipation? I steeled myself for the next topic. Anna might react badly if I wasn't careful. Putting my arm on her belly I cuddled her to me. Thumb cleaned now, I could rest it against the warm skin without leaving a snail-like trail. "Do you like this?" "Oh yes." "We have to be careful though and that means I need to do a few things that you might not enjoy." I felt Anna stiffen. "Like what?" "Dating other girls." Anna tried to move away but I held her. She was as afraid to make any sound as I was to have her do so, so she didn't resist. "It's not quite as bad as you think. We can be together. They'll provide cover." "They!" "If I'm seeing a number of girls only once or twice each there's no suggestion I'm going to get serious with any of them is there? I thought you might actually be pleased with that." Anna relaxed a little. She was neither comfortable nor compliant with the idea - yet. It was similar to the idea of a big lie : A person couldn't believe you weren't serious once you stretched their imagination past a certain point. "So, what? You go out and have fun with some girl, get all excited and come back here where you use me to take care of it!?" "Shhh! No. Not exactly. Yes I will go out and, I hope for my date's sake it is fun. Then, if I'm thinking of being with you... (my hand edged up to her breast, resting against the underside but not actually cupping it) ...I don't doubt that I will be excited. If my date is at all interesting then she might contribute a share to that excitement too. I won't deny it - but think how it will be. *THEY* might whet my appetite but they won't be around when I feed." Anna was paying more attention. "Then I don't expect to use you for anything. I hope we can share more times like these. I don't feel that you've used me tonight. Do you really feel I've been using you? You invited me after all." "No. I don't. I just kinda hoped you and I might, well..." "Be boyfriend and girlfriend? In time we might be able to be open about things; No, in time we *WILL* let everyone know exactly how we feel about each other." I didn't mention that Anna's feelings might be somewhat different at that time. Let her take my words as she would. "But we won't be able to go out. It's not fair." "Oh I think we'll be able to manage more than just a few outings. We went to the mall today. It might not be what you meant but I only use that as an example. If we are careful the rest of the time, no-one is going to see any problem with us going out together." "See that we do then and see that you make it up to me when we are here. Okay?" I found her mouth and promised with a kiss. "Think it over and we can go for a walk tomorrow and talk about it. If you're not comfortable we can try to work something else out. I think it's about time I should go now though. I have enjoyed this evening. You are beautiful; your body is so soft and warm; you smell and taste divine; you fit against me so well; your kisses..." I had to stop - Anna was showing me that she liked my kisses as well. They ended, finally, and she crawled off of me. The pillow was no longer as comfortable as it had been initially. Anna flipped the quilt over her bed and turned back to me. I had stood with my boxers in my hand and my penis now drooping though still somewhat swollen. "What happened?" Anna pointed. I took a couple of seconds to realise she was teasing. Careful I didn't rip the fabric I used her PJ top to pull her closer and undid the final button. I spread the two sides apart and spread my fingers over her ribcage so each mouth-watering breast was supported by the gap between my thumb and first finger. "I've been waiting most of the day to get a better view of you. It was a really nasty thing to do to me this morning - showing me everything when you knew I'd have to wait." "Well you're making me wait as well!" Anna reached out and her gentle touch restored me to the state she seemed to prefer. "I wish you could stay." "Somehow we'll arrange it one day." "Well go then, and break my heart." We kissed again. "Sweet dreams." Anna grinned and stroked me faster. "Don't remember me too often!" She let me go and hugged my body to her instead. I felt her jaw move but couldn't tell the words she mouthed silently were "I love you." We were reluctant to part but we really couldn't stand there all night. I stepped back and Anna watched me pull my boxers up, unnecessarily holding me while I balanced briefly on one leg. I didn't reject the assistance. She pushed me towards the window, wanting the parting over now she knew it had to be, and I eased my head through first after taking a careful look outside. It would be very silly to be caught now and, if Doug didn't castrate me, my bosses quite likely would. I was sitting on the ledge looking back through the glass at Anna when she leaned over and planted a kiss on the end of my erection as it lifted the fabric. She straightened and waved and I finished climbing out. I took her hand in mine, squeezed her fingers and slipped the mesh back into place. Not taking further chances I stayed doubled over across the whole of the roof and carefully checked my room was safe using a little box I had mounted at the top of the window. Should anyone have entered the room it would have turned on a small shielded LED. It was off and I disarmed and removed it before climbing in. Anna must have been listening and our windows closed almost in unison. I had some baby wipes for when I was working on the models and cleaned off the last evidence of my trek over the tiles. Then it was into bed and, yes, at least one chance to remember all that had happened before I fell asleep. *********************************************************