Message-ID: <22717asstr$950130603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000209083639.60056.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Ken G. Jones" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Indian Summer by Cagey Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2000 16:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, dennyw, newsman "Indian Summer - Part I" (M/f, con) Copyright 2000 by 'Cagey'. Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, however, all commercial rights are reserved. WARNING - ADULT READING The following story includes explicit language and graphically describes heterosexual love between consenting partners; in this case, a man of 35 and a girl of 14. If you dislike or are offended by such content or if you are a minor or live in an area where possession of such material is prohibited, then please DO NOT download or read the following story. The contents of this story and its characters are fictitious. The story itself is based partially on actual experience and partially on my imagination; I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which. The author can be contacted, by email, at: ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Indian Summer - Part I by 'Cagey' Copyright 2000 ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I can't really say when I knew what was happening; it kinda snuck up on me right out of my subconscious or someplace and, all of a sudden, it was as it was!! . And there could never be any going back,.even if I had wanted to!! I'd been living in the 'visitors house' for about three weeks before I even met her. My job takes me all over the place; usually into backwoods places where the amenities are few and the work is long and tedious. This was one of the better places I'd worked in. The 'visitors house' was not a normal situation and usually I had to live in a 'bachelors house' or with the Chief or one of the Counsellors. Having a place all on my own was both unexpected and very much to my liking; it left me a lot freer to work the crazy hours that I often did and to relax when I needed to, without bothering other people - or them, me. The 'visitors house' was a two bedroom. I used the smaller bedroom as an office and had my computer and communications equipment set up in it. The house was about a mile out the road that came, from the secondary highway, into the Reserve town site. It was set on the edge of a hill, well back from the road, overlooking a lake (Cooking Lake it was called), and in a small grove of tall spruce that shut it off from the road. Although the Band Records said there were 563 Members (as the Chief said, "Triple that if yuh count the damn dogs."), I never did see a crowd there that numbered more than 150; except for 'Treaty Days', when people came from all over and Members came back to visit, from cities and towns scattered all over North America. Now that natural gas and oil had been discovered on the Res, there were a lot more people talking about 'movin' back home' That was the reason I was there in the first place. I'd been hired by the Band to make sure they weren't getting diddled by the drilling companies, and to make sure Indian Affairs was doing their job in it all too.But, to make it more economical, I was also there to look for and develop spin-off business and to see that the proper training was available for the Band Members. I first saw Anita about three weeks after I moved in; the day she came up to the house on her bike. It was late afternoon of a cloudless Spring day in mid-May and I'd just had some lunch on the covered veranda. I could hear a bike zipping along the gravel road to the house, slowing as it hit the grade, and finally stopping just the other side of the large spruce tree that hid the access road from my view. I heard the bike drop with a clang to the ground, a silence, and then the sound of footsteps moving on toward me. Anita, when she finally emerged from behind the big, old spruce, was a black-haired beauty of about thirteen. Long (mid-back), shiny, black hair tussled by the breeze, a beautiful face, with chiselled features, and a slim but very nicely rounded body; all of this set on the longest legs I have ever seen. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and she strode toward me, never hesitating, a happy smile on her face, clutching a canvas haversack in her hand. "Hi !!" she said "Wanna buy some candy bars ?? School's tryin' to raise money for the ball team an' there's a prize for the one who raises the most !!" "Well 'Hi' to you too!!" I answered "You're my first visitor up here. What's your name, little girl ??" I could see a lot of the smile leave her face and her brow wrinkle slightly at my reply. "I'm Anita and, hey, I'm no *little* girl !!....I'm goin' on fourteen, yuh know....next month on the twelfth !!" she shot back at me on no uncertain terms. Obviously I'd blown it and I thought I'd better make amends. "Whoops !! Sorry !! I didn't mean 'little' like that. I meant slim.....not big....well....you know!!" I tried, not too well, to backpedal and cover my goof-up. With the return of the broad smile, she accepted my explanation and, reaching in the sack, brought out several bars of chocolate; the large kind that school kids sell to raise money these days. Laying them on the edge of the veranda step, she spread them out for my inspection. Silence!! I could hear the birds chirping in the nearby trees and, off in the distance, the sound of an old motor pushing a vehicle along the road somewhere. The silence dragged on for several moments and then, looking up at me out of dark, almost coal-black eyes, she said "Well? Yuh think you'll be wantin' some of these?? They're real good yuh know!! Better'n the little things yuh get in the stores!!" "How much??" I said. "Buck each!!" she replied. I'm an easy touch for kids and I do have a sweet-tooth, so I dug in my pocket for some money but found only a ten dollar bill. She had no change, so I gave her the ten dollars for the seven bars she had with her and told her she could give me the change next time we met. She agreed and, pocketing her money, she turned and walked away. I watched her go, admiring the swing of her slight but rounded hips and bottom, as she strode down the road and disappeared around the spruce. But, just before she rounded the spruce, she turned and, with a little smile, waved goodbye. I waved back. Running footsteps, sound of bike on gravel, and she was gone. ~/~ Next time I saw her was at 'Treaty Days,' quite a while later, and then I almost didn't recognize her. Standing in the school playing field, watching some preparations going on, I felt this tap on my arm and, turning, here was this lovely young girl, some loose black hairs blowing around her face, in the breeze. She was looking up at me out of twinkling, coal black eyes. "Hey mister....I got yer change right here," she said, "Bet yuh figured I forgot, didn't yuh???" Yes! I had forgotten. By now it was early Summer and she was dressed in a loose t-shirt top and shorts. Her shiny black hair was braided into one large pigtail that ended in the small of her back. She'd been doing something that got grass stains on backside of the pale coloured shorts and she had a smudge of dirt on her cheek; she looked happy and carefree, as she smiled up at me. It took a few moments but it came to me....Spring day, chocolate, and that coltish figure and long, slim legs..... "Anita!!" I said "The *slim* little lady with the chocolate bars!!" "Right....an' here's the change!!" she said, laughing delightedly at my words and dug her hand in a back pocket, for the money. "I was pretty sure I'd see yuh here today, Treaty Days 'n all." Handing me the change, she looked up at me and said "I won the contest yuh know...I figured I would when yuh bought all those bars from me that day. Nobody else would go up there to yer place t' try....they was all afraid of yuh or something!!" "Well congratulations !!" I said and, noticing a sheen of sweat on her face, along with the dirt on her cheek, I went on "Let's get a coke and celebrate your win. You look like you could use something cold right now!!" We had our cokes sitting on the foot-flattened grass, in the shade of a rundown old concession booth. It was cooler in the shade, cooler by far. A breeze blew by every now and then and, where it was still standing, you could see the grass bend, as it passed. We talked for quite a long time about her ball team, her school friends, where she lived, her family, Treaty Days, and on and on.......She talked, I mostly just listened, prompting her now and then. As she talked, I watched her and took in her lovely face, blossoming figure, and those long, long legs pushed out in front of her on the cool, shaded grass. With her chiselled features and animated way of talking (her hands constantly in motion emphasising her words, her face glowing with expression) she was a beautiful girl and it was obvious that, one of these days soon, she'd be a real knock-out of a woman. After the cokes were done, we wandered around the grounds together. The whole area was alive with people coming and going; a lot of them dressed in traditional costumes getting ready for or, flushed and sweat covered, coming from various competitions. Anita explained the costumes and their significance and introduced me to many of the contestants, as well as to a number of her friends and relatives. I got curious after meeting at least five different 'aunties' and asked how many aunts she had and were there no uncles?? She laughed and explained that only one of these had been a real aunt; the rest were mostly good family friends and ones she liked a lot. Later on, over near the edge of the grounds, where the grass ended and the brush took over, we passed a group of youngsters who seemed to be about her age. Most of these kids had small Indian ponies ('Paints' she called them) and were intently involved in racing them, bareback, over a well beaten trail that ran for about a half mile or so, along the tree line, to where another group of kids stood in the distance. Several times, races started at both ends of the trail at about the same time and the dust and confusion that resulted, as they met, going in opposite directions, part way on the race path, seemed to cause a lot of hilarity and a good deal of yelling. We stopped and watched the races for a while and Anita chatted, excitedly, back and forth with a number of the kids; mostly about the races and whose horse was likely to win the next heat. A bit later, most of the kids and horses having just left, at neck breaking speed toward the other end, we wandered off together again. As we walked along, I realized that we were both very relaxed and felt comfortable with each other. There seemed to be no bridges to be crossed, like there are normally, we just seemed to relax with one another. It surprised me too that there was no 'adult' / 'child' or teenager here, we both treated one another as equals. I liked her a lot and I could see that she liked me. Several hundred yards from the race start, there was a clearing in the brush, surrounded by what had once been a white picket fence. Inside the fence was a cemetery, with many wooden crosses and a few headstones marking quite a number of graves. These graves, some well tended others not, were scattered among some small to medium-sized spruce trees that had obviously been transplanted here. Off to the right of the entrance, about twenty feet inside the fence line, was a windowless building that Anita said was where they kept the equipment for looking after the cemetery....and, occasionally kept a body, when the ground was too frozen to dig by hand. Seems even the back hoe was not too reliable, particularly in the dead of winter. I was fascinated by the graveyard and, somewhat reluctantly, Anita followed me as I moved from marker to marker, reading the inscriptions, where I could; all too often the inscriptions had faded to the point of being totally illegible. Over by the maintenance shack, I was startled by some grunting sounds coming from the other side of the building. It sounded like an person or an animal of some sort, so, curious, I went, Anita following, to take a look. At the back of the old building, laying on the grass, in the shade, were two young kids in their very early teens, if they were that. Jeans and underwear around his ankles, bare butt bouncing in the air, was a young male.....a respectably large (for the age he seemed to be) penis was pounding in and out of the vagina of a young female under him. Her jeans lay on the grass beside them and her slim legs were wrapped around his waist; her cotton panties dangling from one of her ankles. We were at their feet, about six feet away from them and you could clearly see that hard, red penis as it pushed between equally red pussy lips and buried itself deeply; seconds later to emerge, glistening with moisture and, then, back into its hiding place again. Moaning and groaning, lips clamped together in a very open mouthed kiss, they were oblivious to our presence. Anita stepped back a step or two in shock, when she realized what she was looking at. Then, hand over her mouth, she watched in utter fascination as the moaning and groaning continued and the young buttocks bounced up and down, impaling that slender rod in its willing receptacle. When I realized that the two kids were completely unaware that we were there, I gently tugged on Anita's hand and, as silently as possible, got us away from there. -//- "That was my cousin Harvey an' his sister Emmy" Anita said in a hushed voice, when we'd gotten well away from the shack and were heading toward the exit. "She's only twelve years old an' I think he's only just turned thirteen!!" she said. "They better not get caught.....Aunt Jen'd kill 'em, that's for sure!!" She went on and on about how young they were and what would happen to them, if they got caught like that. She talked and talked, as we walked out of the cemetery; sounding quite fascinated but very upset about what we'd seen. "Emmy could have a baby, she's not careful." "I felt like dragin' him offa her....but she was likin' it, I could tell....she was pushin' herself up at him an' she was groanin' like she liked what he was doin'....they shouldn't be doin' that....brother an' sister...." I stayed quiet the whole time. I had no idea what to say anyway, so I just listened. Anita talked on and on. She was getting more and more upset and I was starting to get worried that she'd never calm down. I could understand her shock at seeing those kids going at it but it seemed to me to be more serious to her than I thought it should be. Until, that is, she started to talk about the fact that her uncle James had tried to rape her just a week or so earlier. Then I realized that what she'd seen behind the shack was bringing back all sorts of unwanted memories for her and that was why she hadn't seen the humour of it and just laughed it off. Meanwhile, we went back to the grounds, where the celebrations were still going on. However, Anita seemed disinterested in the events going on, so we sat in my truck, while she talked it all out; I just went on listening, saying little, just trying to help her talk about it. She was as confused as all hell about the whole thing. I was given a detailed description of the rape attempt and, although there had been no penetration (but not for a lack of trying) and although she'd been manhandled by this uncle, she'd been lucky enough to have her dad walk in before things got too serious. After her dad got there, she'd run out of the house , to the neighbours, and, later, was only told that the uncle had been drunk and didn't know what he was doing. Although her dad and mom had assured her that she'd done nothing wrong, somehow she felt responsible and she felt guilty and dirty. We talked until sunset, when her younger sister came to find her. I tried to reassure her that she'd done nothing wrong and that it was her uncle's fault; that, although he was drunk, that was no exchuse for what happened; there was no reason she should feel guilty or responsible for what took place. By the time her sister found her with me, there in my half-ton truck, she'd calmed down and I even had her laughing a bit about walking up on her two cousins like we did. ~//~ From that day on I was fascinated by Anita, I enjoyed her company and we somehow got to be inseparable. It seemed I met her everywhere I went and she was always very friendly and always beautiful. It didn't matter what she wore, the beauty of that slight but magnificent body came through and I soon found myself looking for her everywhere I went. About two weeks later, during the night (I'd seen her and spent several hours with her that day), I had a dream. In this dream, Anita and I were walking hand in hand through a field of tall grass, in the bright sunshine, with horses grazing all around us. Suddenly, I realized that I was stark naked and I was feeling very worried about her seeing me this way...in particular the erection I was sporting, sticking straight out there, in front of me. "I don't mind, yuh know!! I've seen hard ones before!!" she said to me, referring to her uncle, I suppose. "But yours looks real nice!!" she added. In my dream, I looked over at her, meaning to tell her I was sorry that I was like this with her....when I suddenly realized she was naked too!! I could only 'see' a hazy outline of her but I knew she had she had no cloths on....she was naked as the day she was born!! I also suddenly *knew* this was a dream and, reaching out, I gathered her in my arms, right there in the middle of the field!! Then, somehow, we were laying there in the cool grass (Yes, I could feel the coolness of it in my dream!!), I was over her and inside her (Yes, I could actually feel her wet, slippery flesh all around my cock!!), and I was fucking her for all I was worth (And, yes, I did come!!. The wet, soiled bed sheets in the morning told me that!!) That's when things changed. That's when I became aware that I wanted this beautiful little girl and that's when I began to suspect that not only was she a little bit in love with me (or a crush, maybe?) but that I might be falling in love with her. Our conversations had never been 'man to child' or even the other way around. I totally accepted her as a mature person and that's the way we talked. We'd seldom talked about sex, except a few times about her being 'almost' raped....and even that was based on the topic of 'Life here on the Res' but we'd talked about everything else under the sun. I realized that, without conscious thought by either of us, we'd been seeking each other out, each and every day. It was no longer a surprize to me, to go somewhere and find Anita already there, or have her just turn up later on, And, for me, there was no sense of wellbeing, unless, at some point in my day, we had met and talked. I remembered one day, after all this started, when Anita had to go to town with her folks. My day was dead, incomplete, an absolute nothing.....until I met her (by accident?) at the convenience store, that night. I had never been so glad to see anyone as I was when I saw her there and we'd had a little time to sit together and talk. I don't even remember what we talked about !! And, what's more, I didn't remember to get the milk I'd gone there for either. Slowly, ever so slowly, I realized that what was happening was something only *I* had not realized or understood. From things said and the actions of others, I came to realize that 'they' knew, long before I even suspected and, somehow, for whatever reasons, the whole 'Res' seemed to accept the relationship they saw growing between Anita and I. It was no longer a man/child thing in any way. It was a man/woman thing and the whole damned world (well, the whole Reserve at least) knew about it before I did. Lord, I sure felt like something of a fool, when the truth finally hit me! When I finally realized that there was not only a definite 'something' between Anita and I and that most of the 'Res' was aware (and accepting) of it, things changed a lot for me. Although I still (very much) wanted her around, I felt uneasy that the others knew and had, long ago, figured out what was happening. So, where we'd held hands all over the place before, whenever we felt like it, I avoided doing so now, unless we were alone. When I would have touched her or patted her without even thinking about it, I didn't any more, if people were around.......and, of course, they were around most of the time. It took some time and some other events to make me realize that I was only fooling myself....the rest of this small, isolated world already knew exactly what was happening!! ~//~ Event number one was being invited to a 'Sweat Ceremony.' This ceremony took place in a very low, round topped, circular construction of bent birch covered by hides and blankets....about 12 feet across and (maybe) 5 feet high in the centre.....and it's built to keep the heat in (and the claustrophobic feeling in as well, where I am concerned). It is a sort of an honour, as an outsider, a 'white' man, to be invited to a Sweat and the experience can be a very 'cleansing' and moving one.... claustrophobic or not. Once the sweat door (more canvas and blankets) is closed and everyone's inside, water is sprinkled on the hot rocks that have been placed in the centre pit, and the ceremony and chanting begin. It is as dark as an underground cave in there and very confining (at least, for me) and you can 'feel' the walls and roof of this place pressing in on you. It was all I could do to keep the claustrophobia at bay and, because of this, the tremendous heat didn't really bother me. The ceremony takes place in 'rounds' and, for several minutes after each 'round,' the entrance is opened and, if you're a 'wuss' like me, you can go outside until the next 'round.' 'Rounds' go on until the water originally taken in has all been consumed on the rocks. It is a very *hot* place to be and can be inspiring or frightening, depending on your emotional outlook and you knowledge of the custom and the meaning of the chanting. When the Sweat was over, I felt relaxed and great. We gathered for a feast afterward and talked about the ceremony (at least I did) and everything else under the sun. Before I left, the Elder who'd hosted the Sweat and who'd invited me, took me to one side, with a couple of the other Elders present and spoke of the community, the interrelationship of it's people, and the need to understand the local customs to truly know the community and its people. I was lost for a bit but finally realized, as he kept referring to Anita's father and his position in the community, that I was being told to 'put up or shut up'.....'piss or get off the pot'.....!! I was floored !! Were they serious?? Couldn't they see that, if anything, she just had a juvenile crush on me?? God almighty, at 35, I was over twice her age....were they really serious? Mind you, I didn't say any of this....just thought it. As a matter of fact, I thought about it a long time that evening and eventually decided to put it out of my mind; they'd realize that it was just a school-girl crush on her part and that I was far too old for a hardly fourteen year old girl to get serious about. Ha!!! That's what I thought!!! Event number two happened the next day, when I bumped into her Uncle James on the town street. "Sum bitch !" he yelled and took a drunken swing at my head, with his fist. "Leave dat cunt alone, y' hear!! I'm gonna be the one t' pick her cherry....y' goddamnedwhitebastard ....prick!!" I ducked....the swing missed....and, next thing I knew, James was laying there in the dust, panting and moaning. I never touched him!! He had lost his balance and fallen....but, to hear the people talk, you'd think I'd fought him with one hand tied behind me....and won. Even Anita was pleased and impressed, when she heard the story. But that was easier to understand..... after all this was the Uncle who tried to rape her!! Event number three....... A day or so after 'the fight' Anita and I were walking down to the lake, from my place and we'd taken the 'cow path'....and we weren't getting anywhere very fast. Anita seemed to find reasons to stop every few yards to look at this and that....."Look at that 'thing' growin' on that tree over there"......"Where d' yuh' suppose that squirrel went to??"..... but it was a 'slow' kind of hot day anyway and I didn't feel there was any need to rush, so I just went along with it all, enjoying the unhurried, slow pace of our walk and the relative cool of the forest shade. As this was just after 'the fight' with her Uncle, we talked about it some. I tried to explain that it really hadn't been a fight, that all I'd done was duck. But she'd heard differently from the 'witnesses' and was convinced I'd 'defended her virtue' or something like that. After a time, seeing that she was sure I was just down-playing my role in 'the fight' and that her 'witnesses' told her otherwise, I gave up the battle....and willingly received a peck on the cheek as her defender. She grew quite, after giving me that kiss on the cheek, and, for quite a few minutes, seemed lost in herself. For those few minutes, silence reigned and, other than our steps and the chatter of a squirrel off in the woods a distance, there was no sound. After a while, she seemed to snap out of it and started chattering (like the squirrel) and, laughing and playing as we walked along; she became her normal, happy self again. As we meandered along the trail, stopping every few minutes, I became aware (for the thousandth time that day alone) of the beautiful picture she made. She was wearing a simple cotton dress that fell half way down her thighs and that flared out, displaying the upper part of her long slim legs, when she twisted or ran along the path ahead of me. It was a very simple, off-white dress with a small, blue flowered pattern and a scooped neckline; that showed just the beginning of her quite small breasts. This was the first time I'd ever seen Anita in a dress; like most girls and women on the 'Res' in those days, her normal gear was jeans and t-shirt.... or, very occasionally, a blouse. I wondered if today was some sort of special occasion and that's why she wore the dress but nothing was said, so I eventually forgot about it. I realized, later on (because she told me), that she'd worn it because she knew she looked good in it and she wanted to wear it for me. Moving along that twisty trail, I found myself looking at her more and more and admiring what I saw, as we walked and chatted through the sun dappled shade of the 'cow path'. At one point she was humming a tune for me, something she'd heard on the radio, and she began to dance. Lithe body twisting and twirling to the tune, she looked like a fairy princess there among the trees and, with a particularly strong spin, her dress flared higher and higher, until the full length of her lovely shaped legs were exposed. Not only her long, beautiful legs but up and up went the dress, until it circled her waist....exposing her glorious rounded hips and buttocks, clad only by in an abbreviated pair of pale blue panties. I suddenly found myself responding to her physically. I stared (I'm sure my eyes must have bugged out of my head) at this lovely apparition before me and thoughts of touching that body and feeling it pressed up against my own shot through my mind. Although I didn't put it into so many words in my head, I realized that I was responding sexually to this 'little girl' and that, to put it mildly, she turned me on!! Those long, slender legs rising eventually (her legs seemed to go on forever) past soft, smooth, tan-coloured thighs, became a beautiful rounded bottom......and the way her tiny waist tapered away from her lovely rounded hips...Oh God, what a sight !! Walking along the trail, my eyes locked on her body, twirling there ahead of me, I moved like a robot. Nothing existed but this breath-taking vision before me and I became aware that my breathing was getting faster and faster, through my slightly open mouth. Again and again, her body spun around and around, the hem of her dress rising and lowering; from high on her thighs, to her waist, those muscled globes of her buttocks slowly appearing and disappearing. For me it seemed the dance of the seven veils, the ultimate strip show, the sexiest, most erotic and stimulating picture my eyes had ever seen. Later, the very idea seemed almost immoral but, at the time, my eyes undressed her. Her panties 'dissolved' from her body, letting me conjure up visions of a sparsely haired mound flashing before me, twirl upon twirl and glimpses of a small, pink slit....that I so, so desperately wanted to touch with, with my fingers and with my mouth!!! I was completely immersed in my vision....on another plain.....gone from this world!! Suddenly, there she was in my arms, those beautiful buttocks pressed into my lower body, my hard erection (Where the hell had *that* come from??) pressed into her bum crack, her smiling face back on my shoulder and her laughing eyes gazing into mine. We had come to a steepish rise in the path and, still dancing and twirling, she'd stopped moving forward. In my daze, unaware that she'd stopped, I'd continued walking and had walked right into her. She, higher on the path than I, had her head on a level with mine and here I was, still partially immersed in my 'vision', gazing into her eyes and holding her trembling body and feeling her tight up against me. If I'd been my normal self, I'd have worried that she could feel my erection pressing into her....deliciously embedded between her buttocks....but, mesmerized by her body as I was, the thought never occurred to me. It felt so good there; much as if it was intended by all laws of nature, to be exactly pressed into that special space. Her eyes became sombre and glazed, and her smile all but disappeared. Neither of us moved and the moment seemed to go on forever. Then, ever so slowly, she pressed closer to me and, next I knew, her lips were pressed softly against mine and there was a very definite electric current flowing between us. Oh Lord, did it flow!! Did it ever flow!! That kiss seemed the most arousing thing that had ever happened to me. Yes, I've had lots of experience in the past and I had kissed any number of girls and/or women. I've very pleasant memories of soft kisses, hard kisses, open-mouthed kisses, you name 'em....I have memories of the feel of my hard penis slipping into the hot, wet confines of a variety of eager bodies. But that kiss with Anita was *the* most mind-shaking thing I have ever experienced!! I couldn't possibly tell you how long we kissed like that.....seconds??......a minute??..... 5 minutes? .....20 minutes??. It seemed never-ending!! I do remember that, at some point into the kiss, my hands began to knead the flesh of her arms, waist, and shoulders. I even have this indelible memory of two small, soft globes in my hands, with hard and hot points pressing into each of my palms....I think they were her breasts but I've never been really sure if it was real or imaginary!! I'm sure I remember flexing my hips and pressing my hard cock up along her bum-crack several times and I'm almost sure I felt an answering movement or two of back against me....but it was all so vague, so dream-like, I've never been quite certain. Who broke this kiss?? I've no idea about that either. It seemed to have been mutual and, abruptly, there we were just holding each other, her head nestled into my neck, our breathing accelerated well above normal. We finally broke apart from one another (again it seemed mutual) and, without discussing what had happened, in fact saying very little for some fifteen minutes after, we continued on our way, to the lake. -//- That night, I couldn't sleep. Visions of Anita, with her dress swirling up around her waist, kept coming to mind every time I closed my eyes. I finally had to resort to masturbation; pictures of her beautiful body flashing through my aroused mind. After that, I slept the sleep of the dead....although I must admit I dreamed of her again and woke with a hard-on of steel, next morning...and had to 'deal' with it again in the shower. -//- As usual, we saw each other every day, but, a couple of days later, Anita came over to the 'visitors house' and I found her sitting on my veranda when I got back there at the end of my work day. "Hi Anita" I said, getting out of my half-ton "What's up????" "Hi Dave!" she responded, not looking up at me, "Nothin' really....just felt like comin' over." "Okay!" I said "Had supper yet???" "Nope....not real hungry." was her reply. I went inside and washed up a bit. Cleaned myself up and changed into old clothes When I looked out again, she was exactly as I'd left her, siting there on the veranda, looking out over the smooth lake. I started to fix myself a bite to eat and asked again...... "Hungry now Anita??" "Nope !!"....nothing more than that....just 'Nope !!' I ate my supper and pondered the situation. Number one: This was the first time she'd come here on her own. Other times I'd suggested it and she had come but never before on her own, at her own instigation. Number two: Other times there'd be no shutting her up. Always talking away about this or that or asking questions. Now she was quiet, with nothing to say !! Number three: I still had vivid memories of the 'cow path' kiss of a couple of days ago and all the touchy-feely that had gone with it and I suspected that was partly behind her mood right now. I decided she'd talk when she was ready and that I'd best wait. So, I waited. About half an hour later, still nothing. We just sat and stared out over the lake below ....no talk, no anything!! An hour and still nothing; the sun was setting now. A bit of a breeze came up and it smelled like there might be rain coming. It was in the last light of the setting sun that she started to speak. I couldn't see her face by this time, just her silhouette in the gloamin'. I was just sitting there with her, thinking my own thoughts, when she cleared her throat and, very softly and hesitantly, said: "Dave......???" "Yup...???" I said. "Dave....???" she said again, "Who am I ....Uhh.....We're friends aren't we Dave?? Am I yer friend or......or.....?? Dave, help me! It's not easy....Uhh........Dave, who am I to.......*to*....... *you*??" I thought a bit before I answered....but, dumb clod that I am, I don't catch on too quickly I guess. "Of course we're friends....you don't even need to ask that Anita. We've been friends for quite a while now!!.............Who are you? You're a wonderful girl and a very pretty one at that. To me, you're a very sweet person that I love having around/ What's buggin' you Anita?" That is what I wound up saying. "Dave??" she said, voice hushed and serious in the almost dark, "Don't I mean anything more to yuh than that? Just a pretty *girl* that yuh don't mind havin' 'round? Is it 'cause I'm not white, Dave? The whole 'Res' thinks yer in love with me.....but me, I don't know what t' think! You used t' always hold my hand an' touch me....now yuh don't do it hardly 'tall ! Why?" Silence. I was shocked silent and I guess she was still trying to figure out what she wanted to say. In a few moments, she went on. "I'm sorry, Dave, I know it's nothin' t' do with not being 'white'. I really do know that !! Is it 'cause you're older than me?? That it?? 'Cause you're older 'n me?? 'Cause I love you, Dave.....that's all I know!!" If I was in shock before, I was all the way gone now. I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I thought I heard her say. She was in love with me? Oh my God !! I'm a man of 35 and she's a girl of 14...."Christ, I'm old enough to be her father!!!" went through my mind....several times!! It was a long time before I could muster any words at all. I just sat there and tried to make sense of what I'd heard out of her lips and, finally, I came to the conclusion that whatever I said had better be well considered and the truth, the whole truth, etc.. "Anita" I said to her finally "You're right about it having nothing to do with your being 'white' or not but I find it hard to answer your questions right here and now. It sounds like you've thought about this a lot but I'm new to it and I really don't want to say the wrong thing. Okay?? I do know I like you very much and I'm very attracted to you but the other part's really new to me and I just don't know what to say. How about giving me a little time to put all this stuff through my mind?? All right??" Silence for a bit....and then, with a bit of a sigh, she said in a voice that seemed to tremble a bit, "Okay, Dave, I'll see you tomorrow!!" And she stood up, picked up her bike, and started down the road, in the dark. "Uh, Uh !!" I said "I'll drive you down. It's a long ways and it's dark. Come on !! Into the truck with you." I thought at first she wouldn't accept the lift but, eventually, she just said "Okay" and got into the truck. I lifted her bike up into the truck-box and got in behind the wheel. The ride to her place was silent...no talking....and, when she got out, she only repeated, softly "See you tomorrow, Dave!!" and disappeared into her house. -//- I didn't sleep much that night!! My thoughts whirled in my head. All that had happened, all that had been said and done....all the events of the past several days were reviewed in my tired head. I couldn't help but admit that it sure as hell looked like I was either in love with this wonderful 'little girl' (She'd kill me, if she heard me say it that way!!!) or well into the process of falling in love with her. "I know she's only just fourteen!!" my thoughts rolled along "But she's very mature for her years....and she's beautiful....and I'm sure I don't know what I'd do, if she wasn't a part of my life any longer!!" "She says she loves you!" my brain went on "Yeah! Sure you find that interesting.....a real ego booster.....but is it puppy-love for her or the real thing??. BUT......if it's only puppy-love, how come she's so serious about it, how come she's trying to deal with how she feels and she's not just out there being a kid most of the time....Huh??" "Sure...you find her attractive and she turns you on. She's a female and that's all you're reacting to!!" one part of my brain says. "So, what's happened before, when you've been attracted to a female and kissy-face stuff, like the other day with Anita, happens. You just walk away, do you?? I *don't* think so...!!!" says the other part. "Well sure!! But those other times it wasn't Anita....I didn't care about............I just wanted to get........Shit !!! I don't know !!!" says the first part. "You sure as hell *do* know!!" says brain part two, "You're in love with the kid and you better come to terms with it !! Remember what your old man told you a long time ago....'If you don't know if you're in love or not, think about how you'd feel if she moved away to the other side of the country. If you can live with that, fine!! But, if you know you're going to miss her, that you'd want her around all the time - well son, you'd best be packing your bags!!'....that should tell you !!!!" Argument over!! I had to admit to myself that I was in love with this 'little girl' and that her age didn't matter one little shittin' damn!! -//- Next day I was working about 20 miles away, on a project that needed to be finished that day. Coincidentally, her uncle James happened to be around there too and, about noon, the surly, seemingly already half drunk, son-of-a-bitch picked a fight with me again. "White man t'ink squaw his meat now, don'e? Dat squaw mine an I gonna get 'er cherry...her asshole cherry, if ol' Whitey got de udder.... An' don'ya ferget it, pussy face white man!!" First thing that struck me was that he was putting on his 'Indian' act again. Same as last time, he was talking 'Indian' talk from the movies. I'd heard him speak a number of times before and, except when he was drunk, he spoke reasonably well. I looked at him but I don't think I really saw him; I saw a reeling, drunken bastard...an animal filled with a poison that I couldn't figure out. I was considering just treating him like a drunken fool and simply walking away in disgust, when I noticed a fire in his eyes and a sly look about him that convinced me that this man wasn't nearly as drunk as he was letting on. He was out for some kind of revenge and looking drunk out of his mind was a part of the plan. So, rather than walking away, I stood my ground and fixed my eyes squarely on his. "White man pissed off?? Indian scared, Indian shake in 'is boots....Ha! White man know dat Indian cunt gonna get fucked by uncle Jimmy...Indian cunt know dat too!!" "You're the asshole, James," I said, the anger beginning to mount in me, "You'd be better off shutting that shit-hole you call a mouth. You're talking about a...." I was going to say 'child' but thought better of it "You're talking about a woman of your own blood like she was some kind of animal and I'm not going to listen to that kinda crap any longer....SHUT THE Hell UP !!!!!" His whole body tensed; gone was the drunken sway, the masked slyness. Now I could see the foul mouthed bastard for what he was; a man out for revenge. I knew I'd better watch myself and I was sure he hadn't enough common sense left to reason with. His face was filled with hatred and I could see he was sure his 'drunk' act had me fooled. His head was thrown back on his neck and his eyes bulged, as he stared down the length of his nose at me. This was a posturing I'd seen before. This was a man trying to look as mean and fight-ready as he could; trying to throw the fear of the devil into me. And it was working. He made a formidable figure, head back staring at me with anger bulged eyes, hands in tight fists, arms and shoulders tensed and ready. I could feel the urge to shift my eyes from him, to pull back....but Anita's reputation was at stake here, not just mine. So I continued to meet his stare and moved slowly to position my arms and get my feet in a solid position, before the shit hit the fan. As I said, I've seen this staring competition before and, from the outside, it had always struck me as funny; it really was laughable to watch two grown men, looking like roosters, strutting and jockeying for position. Suddenly, I was standing outside myself, as if I were one of the crowd that was gathering around us and I looked at us, there in the middle and....I couldn't help myself....I broke into a real belly-laugh. I stood there laughing my fool head off, eyes clenched (but not shut), mouth open and just bellowing out my laughter....I couldn't stop. A look of bewilderment came across his face and, for a moment, his jaw dropped; he couldn't believe his eyes....'What was this bloody fool doing, laughing at him??' Tears of laughter filled my eyes but they were still open and seeing enough to recognize the hay-maker that suddenly swung at my head. I tried to duck but it glanced off my skull, just above and behind my left ear. I flew sideways into the crowd that had gathered around us and found myself, head ringing like a dinner gong, on one knee, watching him round on me with a pointed cowboy boot. I could see that boot coming at me but, somehow, it came in slow motion. I seemed to have all the time in the world to shake my head (it didn't help much) and get my hands in position. The boot came hard and strong, every bit of his strength in it, straight for my still chiming head. I caught it with my bare hands and followed it through it's intended arc, with just enough redirection to miss my skull....and then pushed it away from me, as it went past. James twisted, his one foot still under him, and careened off the crowd, stumbled, and came to a stop. He was a bit disoriented and seemed unsure, for a moment, where I was. That was fine by me, as I used the time to get to my feet and shake the chimes from my head. At least try to; the gong was still ringing. We met in the centre of the circle formed by the crowd. We circled one another looking for an opening. Suddenly, there he was in my face....that man sure moved fast and straight for a drunk....and a short uppercut to the ribs battered me backwards. That's when I really saw red. My whole body tensed, my fists closed into hammers and I went for him; very, very straight and very, very sure. I could have cared less if I was hit or where; I wanted a piece of him. He moved back a step and I moved up two. Knowing I was looking for an opening, he tried to dance on the balls of his feet, looking for his own....but too late, I saw an opening and let my right fist go. Again it was like slow-motion, as I watched my fist strike the top of his forearm, batter it aside and continue to his jaw...just left of centre. My fist connected, I felt and heard a 'crack'. My fist went numb, his head snapped back....but he didn't go down. He stood there, eyes vacant, jaw open and a little blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. His arms were still up and his fists still clenched. Thinking about how he'd tried to rape Anita, I completely lost it then and pounded that slimy bastard into the dirt, where I figured he belonged !! Two of his cousins came to me, when it was over, and shook my hand (it was sore as hell, by the way) and said that James got exactly what he deserved and that they knew what he'd tried with Anita. "Good to know she got someone lookin' after her!" one of them said, as they left. -//- It was late afternoon, by the time I got home and, hot and sweaty, first thing I did was climb into the shower and loosen my aching body and sore right hand. Afterward, I changed into shorts and a t-shirt and went and sat on the veranda with a cold beer to keep me company; my hand didn't really want to close around it at all, for some reason. About ten minutes later, I hear a vehicle come down the road below and stop. Voices, door slamming shut, and then, after what sounded (power-steering squeal) like a u-turn, drive back toward the town. In a few minutes, Anita rounded the last turn, by the spruce tree. She was wearing that same flowered, off-white dress she'd worn on our walk, and she was smiling and radiant. I have never seen a more welcome sight in all my life....I knew I'd made up my mind and I wanted to tell her how I felt. Crossing the yard, Anita called out to me. "Hi Dave!..................My dad drove me up here..he...he said he heard what yuh done to his brother James today an' I should tell yuh that yuh 'done the right thing'. He was gonna drive on up an' tell yuh himself but he's already late for a meetin' and figured yuh wouldn't miss him right now, anyhow!" She giggled over the last bit of it; her dad always teased like that and we both found it funny. She came over and stood there on the veranda steps and looked down at me smiling. I was sitting on the step that she was standing on and she stood over me, silhouetted between me and the sun...a prettier picture I have never seen!! Putting my beer on the step, I reached out and put my hand on her leg....on the outside of her dress. Squinting into the sun, I looked up at her and, in a voice that suddenly sounded squeaky to me, I said it...very, very simply.... "I love you, Anita!!" She froze under my hand; she even stopped breathing for a second or two. Then, with a long, loud sigh, she started to cry. "Ohhhhhhhh Dave" she wailed "Oh David!!" Her hands both went to her face as she cried. This was not exactly the reaction I'd expected and I sure as hell didn't know what to do. Quite suddenly, her ability to stand there seemed to drain out of her and she sat down on the step abruptly and, leaning toward me, she buried her face in my chest, continuing to cry and blubber. I could feel the wet of her tears through my t-shirt but, after several minutes, the tremors of her weeping gradually subsided and she regained some control. Finally, wiping her tears on my shirt, with back and forth movements of her head, she looked up at me with glistening eyes and a smile that threatened to break her face. "Oh Dave!!" she said with a quivering voice "Oh Dave, I hoped.....I was afraid.... I...I... I wanted to hear yu say that so much and I was afraid....and....and....Oh God, is it true yu broke James' jaw?? Cousin Mike says yu really did a number on that drunken old fart ! Dad says maybe James will have to stop drinkin' now, with his jaw broke an' all !!!......Oh David, David.....Oh Dave, I love yu so much....I......I.....D' yu really love me? I can't believe it....it's so *wonderful*......It's.......Oh......Oh........!!" I held her softly there in my arms, her head once again nestled in my chest. We stayed there on the veranda steps for a long, long time. Every now and then, she'd chuckle to herself and then raise her eyes to look at me and shake her head. At least five times she'd look at me, shake her head, and nuzzle into me again, saying "I can't believe it, Dave, it's so wonderful..." -//- I know....I know....now you expect me to describe our first coupling, the first time we fucked....made love.....whatever.....but it didn't happen that way !! She stayed on with me for a couple of hours that evening. We talked mostly about how we felt and laughed about the confusion of finally understanding how we felt about each other. I even wound up giving a blow-by-blow description of the 'battle' with her uncle James. We kissed and hugged a lot and I ended up with a bad case of blue-balls. But the long and short of it was that, a couple of hours later, realizing that she was exhausted and that I was emotionally drained after all this, I packed her in the half ton, and drove her home. -//- Life went on as it had before.... Almost!! Sure there was a lot of touching and petting and that sort of thing. And it happened all the time again. People around us got to expect it and often I'd see them smile and chuckle, nudging one another..."There go the lovers again!!" There was plenty of kissing too. Those electric kisses of hers got better and better and I was left with blue-balls, over and over again. But these were still closed-lip kisses; she'd described her horror at her Uncle's tongue being forced into her mouth and I didn't want to chance her rejection. I'd decided that I wanted things to go at her pace and I figured she'd get to the 'open-mouth' stuff all on her own, in her own good time. Besides the very feel of her lips on mine was a strong enough stimulant for me, for now !! It was like a 'first', a very early teenage romance. I know, at 35, I'm no teenager but that's how it seemed.....that's how it felt.....and, I guess, that's how it really was. I yearned to touch her and slowly, over time, I did but I let her set the pace, let her guide the progress. Yeah, we both knew where it was all heading. We knew all along that we'd wind up in bed eventually; we knew we'd get to sex and fucking sooner or later....but the attempted rape had left its mark on her and I felt we'd be a lot better off not hurrying that part of it along.... and that it would probably be well worth any wait. And, as it turned out, it was very much worth the wait !! -//- Anita still followed me around to different work spots and we still spent a lot of time together on walks, swimming, and riding around the countryside, in my half-ton; and several times on horseback. But she always went home at night and always slept there. Several times I thought her dad seemed concerned and many times he'd ask "Everything okay between you guys? No lovers quarrels or nothin' ?" Looking back, I think he was confused. Here the two of us were obviously in love but we didn't sleep together ....well not at night, at least....she was always home nights!! It never occurred to him to be upset that his daughter was only fourteen and seemed to be 'fucking around' with a thirty-five year old man; that was an accepted thing somehow; whether accepted in the sense of a common Res happening or accepted in just this case, was never clear to me....not even to this day. Over the upcoming years, I was to see this sort of thing happen, time and again but only once (the girl was pregnant and her older lover decided to move on)...only that once did I see it come to a bad end. -//- One weekend morning I was working in the yard....splitting firewood to be exact. It was hot and I'd worked up a good sweat but I was enjoying it and the feel of the workout my muscles were getting. Between splitting logs, I heard the familiar sounds of a vehicle stopping, slam of the door, and then the vehicle going on up the road. "Must be Anita" I guessed outloud and went back to the firewood. Not long afterward, I heard her humming and her footsteps hurrying on the road and then she appeared around the spruce, at the last turn. Today she was wearing a new halter-top and shorts combination that dragged my eyes to her long legs and rounded butt and held them there; then dragged them up to her small but beautifully shaped chest and held them there as well. Confused eyes is what I had but, oh what a lovely confusion it was! She didn't say anything. She knew I'd seen her. She'd seen the appreciation of her new clothes in the look in my eyes and smiled slightly, in acceptance. But talk didn't seem to be required right then, somehow. She sat on the firewood pile and watched me wield the axe. I went back to the firewood splitting for a while but then, brushing the sweat out of my eyes, I turned toward her, catching her looking at me with a look I hadn't noticed before; slight smile on her lips, her eyes vacant and staring, her tongue unconsciously flashing over her lips now and then. "What????" I said, "What's so interesting??" She kind of snapped out of it and, standing, moved toward me, her smile lighting up her face. "Oh nothin" she replied, "Nothin' a'tall...nothin'!!" "Come on!" I said back to her "Out with it !! You're looking at me like....well like the cat that swallowed the canary or something. What's up????" By now, she was in front of me. I still had the axe in my hands, its head resting on the ground. "Well" she said "I was just lookin' at your muscles an' yer sweatin' body an' sayin' to myself 'That's a great hunk of man, that!!....An' he's all mine!!' " Her arms snaked up around my neck and she pulled my face down to hers. Our lips touched and the usual sparks of current flew. Our chests met and I could feel the soft cushions of her breasts and her hardened nipples pushing through her halter top into me. Electric currents were being transferred there too ! Then, by God, her lips opened slightly and her tongue made that first trip between my lips, into my mouth, seeking my tongue. Remember, now, this had never happened before; this was a virgin first. The top of my head felt like it was going to blow right off. The sensation of her hot, wet tongue on my lips, in my mouth, touching my tongue had me trembling and shaking. The axe handle dropped from my hands and, vaguely, I heard it hit the ground. I couldn't get over it....it was so unexpected. I went from soft to steel-hard in about three seconds flat !! I'd wanted this for a long time and, by now, was beginning to think she'd never get over her hang-up......Then....now.....right out of the blue, she did it........! My arms wrapped around her slim, sun heated body and slowly I pulled her softly but firmly against me, until I felt her breasts flatten even more against my chest and those delicious feeling nipples digging even harder into me. She moaned into my mouth and squirmed her body up against mine. Out tongues duelled and probed and sparks, seeming as big as golf balls, shot into my brain and lit up the back of my eyes. I think I may have contributed to the moaning too. Hell, in fact I know I did ! The pressure of her flat little tummy on my erection was excruciating and my thigh, somehow between her thighs, pressed into her molten hot groin. The kiss went on and on and on. Our bodies pressed and squirmed against each other, the sexual feeling mounted and mounted; one peak surpassed by the next, and the next, and the next. Suddenly, her body tensed; her thighs shook and individual muscles jerked and spasmed, as did the rest of her small body up against me. She was in the midst of an orgasm, the first I'd ever caused, and I could both feel and hear the strong satisfied wail that passed from her mouth to mine, our lips still locked together. My thigh ground into her pelvis, feeling the soft flesh rolling against it; her soft, flat belly undulated and twitched over my straining erection. Her orgasm, sparked mine and, with simply the pressure of my erection on her belly and the spasm of her stomach muscles against my straining cock, I came....sperm shooting out of me, in what seemed like buckets, and being deposited in my shorts and underwear. That was the first time we'd reached an orgasm together and I can only say it *was* well worth the wait. I've looked at that spot beside the chopping block many times since and thought of building some sort of a shrine there. Told her about it once, later on.... She laughed and agreed we might well do that......someday!!! -//- From that day forward, things changed. We still didn't make love 'all the way' but we touched and felt each other continuously. It seemed I had a five-star erection every second she was around. We did everything but actually make love. On walks, we'd stop on the trail and kiss. The kisses would lead to caresses and the touching and feeling of each others body would lead to heavy embraces; bodies churning against each other. And that first time, at the chopping block, was not the last time I wound up with semen soiled shorts and underwear. Out there on that trail, the sun dappled light, the smell of the spruce in the hot summer air, the sounds of squirrels and chipmunks in the trees around us, even the occasional yip of a coyote off in the distance....even today, when I walk in a forest area like that, well....well frankly I get a hard-on, just from the sights, smells, and noises of the forest. Eventually, I got around to touching her and bringing her off, through her shorts or jeans, and got to be quite the expert at doing it. For Anita, it took a bit longer. Her experience with her uncle left her very hesitant about touching me; even through my shorts or pants. Uncle James, bless him, had accused her of starting it all and had told her dad that she'd grabbed him there. "She's nothin' but a cock-grabbin', cock-tease! Deserves what she gets, the little cunt !" were his actual words. So, when the time finally came and she reached out and touched my cock, through my shorts, I just froze. I didn't want to do anything to frighten her off and I certainly *wanted* to be touched there, by her....preferably over and over again!!! We'd been fooling around on the trail to the lake again. Things had gone from kissing, to feeling, to squirming bodies on the ground. We were both covered in dust, dirt, and grass stains and I'd just fingered her to orgasm. This time things had been a little different because, pushing the envelope, I let my fingers slip inside the leg of her shorts and had played with her through her panties until she shuddered to a strong orgasm. Now was a 'time-out' and we were sitting side by side on a log beside the trail. I hadn't cum and was sporting a semi-erection that was more than obvious, under my shorts. I was attempting to brush the dead grass and dust off her clothes (and copping a feel, as I did ) and she'd begun to do the same for me....brushing off my clothes that is. Anita brushed some straw off of my shorts leg and then reached back again to remove a large piece of straw from the same area. I don't think she gave it a thought, until she realized that the straw lay on the outline of my penis and it (my penis, not the straw) involuntarily twitched, as she touched it with her finger tips. I'm not even sure whether or not she ever got that wonderful piece of straw off me there. I've always thought it had found a great place to lodge and it led to...... well....even 'bigger' things! (Pun intended) Startled, she pulled her fingers back but, then glancing up at me and smiling shyly, she slowly reached out and put them back where they'd come from. Even the slight pressure of her light touch made me swell into a full fledged hard-on; like right now!! Still watching me and carefully taking in my every reaction, Anita traced the length of my quickly hardening cock, startling and giggling each time it jumped or twitched. I tried to watch her face and I tried to watch her moving fingers. I lost at both. My eyes squinted, then closed and my head went back on my neck and I let out a deep sigh, as I let those wonderful sensations wash over me. She told me later that, the sight of me so very into the sensations she was causing in me, made her feel very powerful; made her realize what she could do to me, how wonderful she could make me feel. We moved two very quick stages that day!! Her small fingers, joined her other hand, left my penis and quickly found the clasp of my shorts and then undid the zipper. Her hands tugged on the waistband and, needing no further encouragement, I raised my hips so she could pull down the shorts. My underwear (thank God) went down with the shorts and my penis, as fully erect and as throbbingly hard as it would ever (in this life) get, snapped out and up along my stomach. That, I suspect, hadn't been in her plans!! She'd figured to have the underwear between her fingers and my rampant penis. I could almost hear her say to herself "Oh well, might as well make the most of it....can't stop now!!!" Her finger tips touched me gently, moved a distance down my trembling penis, moved away, and then startled me by coming back and taking a firm grip on me, with her fingers wrapped around as far as they would go. The feel of her warm grip around me there, generated some pretty strong reactions in my whole body but the sound of her voice, very quite and very low, drove me wild. "Oh Dave, it's so soft....so hard....so hot to touch....oh so soft and smooth......Why did I wait so long?? It feels wonderful and it looks so beautiful!!!" It just blew me away, hearing her say that; it just blew my mind !!!! Anita had no experience in jerking a guy off and I remember thinking that, now we were this far along, teaching her the do's and don'ts was going to be fun. But, what she lacked in experience, she certainly made up for in tenderness and lovely soft spoken words, as her hands and fingers worked their magic on me. "Does that feel good, Dave....???" "Am I doin' it right, Dave....???" "Yuh like it best when I touch this part under the head, don't yuh!!!" "Oh, yes yuh do, I can see that...!!!" "What's that coming out the top, huh?" "Can't hear what yer saying, Dave, yer not talkin' too clear...yer words are all jumbled up.....!!!" "Oh, yuh like it when I touch the sac too, don't yuh ! Yes, yuh like it a whole lot when I run my fingernails over it like this, don't yuh!!!....Oh gosh, you *really*, *really* do, don't yuh !!!!" ......Giggle, giggle. "No, no...don't try to talk, Sweetheart, I know yuh can't concentrate on talking now... nooo, just enjoy how my hands feel when I do this....and this!!!" "God, Dave you okay?? You're shaking like a leaf!!!....You okay??" "Oh My God!!!! It's shooting all over the place...and it goes soooo far...it's all over my hands, Dave, and it makes everything' so hot and slippery!! Oh, yes.......it's good, isn't it my sweet, sweet David!!" And, finally.................. "Did that feel good, Sweetheart?? Oh Dave, I love yuh so much!!! I just love makin' yuh feel good like that!!! Was it okay???....Did I do it right???....I love yuh David, I love yuh so much!!!" Through all of this my mind just kept say the words "Yes!.....Yes!!.....Yes!!!" over and over and over again but the sound couldn't seem to get out of my mouth.. Good Lord *did* I ever like it...and her love was obvious. We cleaned up some. Well, as best we could (I think I'd cum over everything in a ten foot radius) and we stayed there until we had to go back; until the daylight was fast disappearing and the trail just a smudge between the trees. We walked slowly back to my place and cleaned up properly and I drove her home. ~//~ Next day, Anita came over bright and early, dressed in a skirt I hadn't seen before and a light sweater. Yeah! Early!! It was a dull, low-cloud day and rain was in the air and she was rapping on my door before I was hardly out of bed and just making my coffee. We sat at the kitchen table and drank coffee and, despite the rain that started up, shortly after she got there, we were laughing and playful with one another. No rain could dampen our spirits that day; even when it began to come down in torrents, making a constant battering sound that echoed inside the house. There was a wood-stove in the kitchen. A pot-bellied gizmo, meant for heat, not cooking and I loaded it up and got a fire going. The stove soon had the kitchen warm and cozy, taking the moist rain-chill out of the air and it was a lot more comfortable, sitting there, drinking our coffee. No! I don't recall what we talked about. It was important stuff really...to us... but it probably ran the whole range of life, love, people, and history (mine and hers), as it usually did. And time just seemed to disappear; one minute it was morning - next we were feeling hungry and discovered it was afternoon already. We ate lunch out of the refrigerator and various containers and boxes, there at the kitchen table; .leaving the dirty dishes and containers where they fell, so-to-speak. I do remember that it was kind of gloomy in the kitchen but we didn't turn on any lights and I remember the radio playing in the background (I always have it on....it's a long-standing habit that comes from living alone). At one point, I remember hearing a flash of the newscast. It was something about "Strong winds and heavy rain...bla, bla, bla...roads washed out in some areas...bla, bla, bla....police say travel is not recommended!!" We looked at each other with a "What was that??" in our eyes but neither of us had the answers. Was it around here they were talking about or someplace else?? I got up and turned the radio up louder but the newscast was over and wouldn't be repeated for half an hour, at least. That's what we thought!! We went back into our "everything" conversation and, just a minute or two later, were suddenly interrupted by: "This is a dangerous weather warning. Heavy rain and strong winds are expected to give dangerous conditions throughout this broadcast area. Travel is not advised. Rain has washed out several roads in the 'XXX" area (OURS) and police are warning that vehicle travel should only be used in extreme emergencies........More news on this, as it comes into our newsroom." We were suddenly aware that there was a world out there and, looking through the kitchen window, overlooking the veranda, we could see great sheets of rain being whipped by gusting winds....and little else, as the sheeting rain brought the visibility to almost zero. Well, there was nothing to do but wait it out....it was still early afternoon and things had lots of time to improve, we reasoned. We were soon back into our own conversation and, somehow, prompted by I know not what, the conversation got around to sex and how many girls in Anita's school were pregnant and who ('though most of their names meant little to me) the daddies were. In some cases I gathered there was a brother, a cousin, and in one case an uncle responsible. It was obvious that Anita was disturbed by it but it was equally obvious that she was also upset about how easily it could happen, here on the 'Res' So many related and even unrelated families living together in one house and the parents were out at jobs and at bingo so much of the time. She could see hundreds of opportunities; since the kids didn't have anything to do most of the time and they often just stuck around home. And, she went on, the kids knew so little about sex and pregnancy (avoiding it, that is). The little that got taught in school was so watered down, kids just plain didn't understand it and, if anything, it made them even more curious about their bodies and the feelings they were having. She kept repeating that the so called sex education didn't start early enough anyway. Most kids had started to burn hormones long before they got taught anything in school. To her, most of the sex-ed came from older brothers and sisters and, generally, they were almost as confused as the younger ones they were 'teaching'. We sat in silence for a time, listening to the storm rage outside, then Anita (after a couple of false starts) said to me: "Dave? Can you teach me about sex?? I know we've been foolin' around an' I love it with you - but I really don't know much about guys and their parts - and I don't understand how they think; except maybe you. They don't look at stuff like girls do....like feelin's and babies an' stuff like that............Please??" "Okay...I guess I could do that but you'll have to tell me what you know already..... maybe we should start from there!" was my uncertain reply.....I didn't want to say 'no' but I wasn't anxious to take any kind of 'parental' position here either. Parental was not how I felt about this girl. And that was putting it mildly! Anita described what she knew and, with a little prompting, went into some necessary detail. She knew the basics and, having been around at several births, she knew a lot of those particulars, from that point of view. As the conversation went back and forth, I realized that, where she was missing some of the links was in the interaction between male and female. Although she knew males were attracted to her body, she didn;t understand why or to what degree. She considered herself 'too skinny', her 'titties were too small' and guys seemed to be attracted to the bigger boobs. I explained that some guys were attracted to big boobs and some to little ones; some guys were butt men and others were turned on by long, slinky legs; some were even turned by 'fat' girls; that, no matter what your build, there were guys out there who would be turned on by it. I tried to explain and made the point that many, if not most males, wouldn't be able to tell her exactly why they were attracted to a particular female; it's not something you consciously think about; you're attracted and your mind and hormones tell you so. They certainly don't offer you any explanation....all you know is you want 'that '! She didn't know about 'smell' either. Most people (males and females) don't know about 'smell' and, unfortunately, most females think their 'smell,' the one that attracts males, comes from the perfume they wear. I went about explaining it, as I understood it: Thousands of years ago, the sense of smell was much, much stronger in humans than it is today and they could smell another person and knew if it was 'family', 'group', or 'outsider' that they smelled. They didn't have to see the person or even be all that near them; they could smell and identify family, a member of the group, or a mate. The male knew if it was a female he smelled in the distance and he could tell if she was receptive to sexual advances or not; just as easily as he could tell if she was a member of his group or an outsider, a potential enemy. Today, I told her, people can still smell one another but not nearly as well nor, most of the time, were they even conscious of it. "Have you ever been put off by a person....a guy or girl....just from meeting them or sometimes feel uncomfortable around them and decide you just plain don't like them?? You don't really know the person and you realize you don't want too???" I asked her. Anita agreed that this had happened to her; she'd never been able to stand uncle James, for example....he always, even before the rape attempt, put her off....made her feel uncomfortable. And, there were other people she had taken sort of an 'instant' dislike to. "Maybe" I suggested to her, "Just maybe, unconsciously you can smell them and maybe their smell puts you off. You aren't aware of smelling but you do and, maybe, it's not to your liking??" She mulled that over for a time and then announced that she guessed it made sense to her. Then, obviously thinking about it all, she became very silent and, just when I was going to ask what was going on in her head, she suddenly said to me: "Dave? How do *I* smell to you?? I'm not wearing perfume and I had a shower this morning. Can you smell me?? Do I smell good to you? I hope!!" "Did you use soap in the shower?? Shampoo?? Deodorant?? Do your clothes get washed in laundry detergent?? Are they fresh put on this morning???" I asked her. "Well, sure I use soap, and yeah I washed my hair with shampoo and I hope my clothes got done in detergent. They wouldn't get very clean otherwise, would they?? And, yes, I put these on fresh today!!" "Just the point !" I said, "Every one of those things you washed yourself with or your clothes were washed in is probably perfumed and that hides your real smell from noses that have lost their ability to smell things like they used to a long time ago!!" "So, when you're near me, all yuh can smell is my shampoo or the soap I used??" "No!" i said, "I think that, subconsciously, when I'm real near you, I can smell the real you and I must like it 'cause I'm always wanting to be near you and touching you!!!" She came over and sat on my lap and putting her arms around my neck and snuggling in under my chin, she said, "How do I smell now??" "I can smell your shampoo! It's very nice!" I replied. "But ME!!" she said "Can't yuh smell the real smell of *me*??" "I don't honestly know," I said to her "Can you smell me....the *real* me??" "You smell good to me, yes, but I think I'm smelling yer shower soap or aftershave. But I want yuh to smell the real me!! I want to know that yuh *like* the smell of me!! There *must* be a way!!" I thought about it for a few minutes. I knew what I wanted to say to her....but I didn't want to frighten her or anything. But then I realized that we'd come a long way already and it seemed she was ready for this new stage. At least, I certainly hoped I was right!! "There's one way I know of to smell the *real* you," I said quietly, "You might find it a bit much 'though; so, if you decide you don't want to, we can stop at any point....that okay??" "Okay" she said, rather tentatively, after a brief pause. I put my hand under her chin and brought my lips to hers. The kiss started slowly but built up to one of those open-mouthed squirmers that had us moaning and clutching at one another pretty quickly. After it had gone on for a bit that way, I reached down and slid my hand up the inside of her leg...higher and higher on the inside of her thigh. With a sigh, she relaxed and spread her legs a little to provide me better access. My hand softly caressed her thigh, moving a little higher all the time (so soft, so very warm and smooth) until I felt the material of her cotton panties brush the back of my hand. She gasped but made no move to stop me. In fact, her legs parted even a little bit more. My fingertips traced her slit through the cotton....from top to bottom and back, over and over. I could feel her pussy lips swell under my touch and was delightfully aware that the lower portion was leaking secretions that dampened her panties to my touch. Anita moaned into my mouth and moved her bottom on my lap. My fingers played on, gradually pressing the cloth of her panties into her now wet little slit. I concentrated for a time on the top of her pussy, locating and gently stroking the largish bump I found there, at the apex of her lips. Her squirming and moaning told me she desperately wanted the direct touch of my caressing fingers.....and I obliged, slipping my fingers underneath the material of her panties. When my fingertip touched her uncovered and swollen pussy lips and found their way to her clitoris, she went absolutely rigid. Then, with another long moan into my mouth, she pressed her hips upward causing her clit to be pressed flat by my finger. A strong orgasm hit her even more suddenly that I had expected and, I believe, long before she expected it. As the orgasm played out in her body, I kept my thumb moving over her clit but pressed my fingers lower into her slit, sliding in the wet, hot secretions, into her hole and up until I felt her virgin seal. Gradually, she came down from never-never land and relaxed in my arms. I drew my fingers from her tiny hole and carefully brought them up to my nose. They were dripping with her fluids and gleaming wetly, in the muted light of the kitchen. When she finally relaxed, her eyes, with a slightly dazed and loving look, opened looking up at me and she noticed my fingers!! I could see the comprehension slowly fill her eyes as she realized where these glistening fingers had been and what made them gleam so, even in the reduced light of the room. Bringing my fingers right under my nose, I inhaled deeply and (for effect) loudly and then, bringing one of the fingers to my mouth, I cleaned it with my tongue. Her eves widened with surprize, as she watched me in curious fascination. "That is how you smell" I said softly to her "And that is how you taste....and I love both very, very much!!" With that, I gently brought my uncleaned finger under her nose to smell. She started to back away and then, realizing it wouldn't hurt her in any way, she moved back and sniffed the finger loudly. "Not bad, I s'ppose" she said and, sticking out her tongue, she sampled the taste. "Could taste better.....but not too bad, I guess!!" Then she laughed softly to herself and, looking back into my eyes, she said: "What do *you* taste like, David????" -//- The words were no sooner out of her mouth, when the phone rang. This was a pretty unusual occurrence around here. The thing hardly ever rang!! I used it for a few outgoing calls and, once in a while, had someone call me back with information I needed. Other than that, unless I had it connected to the computer and my e-mail service, it didn't get used. Answering the phone, I found myself talking to Jessie, one of Anita's older sisters. "Is Anita there??"...."No, don't need to talk to her, it's just mom was worried 'cause of the storm an all. Dad's stuck in town an' can't get back here. The road's out down by Chester Cardinal's place. Got washed out by that creek that runs through his place!"...."Just a sec'"......"Yeah, mom says Anita ought'a stay put there until this storm's done and she won't be worrin' knowin' she's there with you."......"Well, talk t' yuh later!! Tell Anita 'Hi' for me!! Sure is some storm out there, huh??"..... "See ya!!" That was around three o'clock. The storm raged on for another hour and, around four, it began to peter out. By five thirty, the dark clouds were gone and it even looked like the sun might make it through. Meantime, Anita and I snuggled under a blanket, on the couch, in the livingroom. We dozed part of the time and only really came to when there was another news-flash on the radio. The storm had really devastated the whole area and roads had been washed out all along Secondary 826 (the one that ran by this place) but crews were already out and all the major roads should (they hoped) be open by midnight. Power and telephone were out in various areas and crews would tackle those, when they could get their equipment into them. There was a big bay window in the livingroom that faced South and West and we were awakened from our dozing by the bright sunlight streaming in through it. It was like suddenly being on stage, in a spotlight. The sunshine, shattered by the droplets of water still clinging to the window glass, twinkled and the now bright room showed its lack of dusting, even to my unsophisticated eye. Anita stirred in my arms, mumbled something incomprehensible, and shucked off the blanket. "Too warm now!" she mumbled again. Looking at her curled in my arms, head snuggled into my chest, I was struck again by how absolutely beautiful she was. Her shiny, black hair, tousled a bit by the dozing and snuggling under the blanket, framed her pretty face. Her slim but very nicely rounded figure was apparent, even in her curled position. Her long, slender legs were tucked under her and her skirt had ridden up to about three-quarter thigh. "Hey, beautiful !" I said, poking her softly with my finger, right about where I figured her bellybutton to be, "Time to wake up !" "UGgggg !!" That tickles !!" she said, laughing and trying to squirm away from my finger. "Does, huh??" I chuckled, "Well then....wake up !!" and I proceeded to tickle her more forcefully. She laughed and squirmed, trying to get away.....but not *too* hard I noticed....and then she tried tickling me back. Next thing I knew we were both squirming all over the couch and, several times, were in danger of falling on the floor. As this went on, I found myself becoming more and more aware of her body; the way her legs shot out from under her dress, flashing quick pictures of her pantie covered buttocks and hips. And the way the soft globes of her breasts stood out in her light sweater, as she arched her back. More and more, I found myself being turned on by this little fourteen year old temptress, writhing and wriggling here in my arms. Eventually it got the better of me and, pinning her arms behind her, I brought her up flat against me and kissed her, full on the lips. As soon as my lips touched hers, the play-fight stopped. I released her arms and they immediately wound themselves around my neck and her hips flattened against me. Her mouth opened slightly and my tongue found hers. Things heated up in a hurry and I felt an all consuming need to touch her everywhere, to mould her body into mine, to feel her hot skin under my hands. I was filled with pure, unbridled need for her. No longer cautious of frightening her, I think my subconscious had concluded that she no longer needed getting used to sex and sensuality. And her very next words proved my subconscious was absolutely right !!! "Dave?".............she said, with a little hesitation in her voice. "Dave !".......she said with a bit more conviction. "David !!!!!" she said, all hesitation, all lack of conviction, gone, "David, get naked for me! Take all yer cloths off !! I wan'a to see yer body. I wan'a to look at yuh and touch yuh.... everywhere !!" "HUH !!!" was all I could think of to say to this very unexpected demand. "Please, Dave......please????? Slowly it sank in !! Now, finally, Anita had thrown caution and fear to the winds, she had become, more or less, uninhibited. The look in her eyes told me that she was full of sexual need and had become completely caught up in a new world, one of sensuality; to the point where I worried that even this dirty 'old' man wouldn't be able to keep up with her.... "You too, okay??" was my only counter position. Her answer was quick and conclusive. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater with both hands and, in a flash, it was over her head, off her arms, and gone someplace across the room. No bras !! As she started to look for the side zipper on her skirt (it had gotten twisted around her somehow), my eyes took in those lovely breasts. They were smallish but beautifully pear-shaped mounds, topped by very puffy aureole (they rose easily an inch from the surrounding flesh) and again topped by deep red nipples, swollen and extended over an inch outward and upward, directly at me. I stood there, unmoving, my eyes locked on her magnificent breasts, my hands itching to reach out and feel them. "Hey!!" she said, "Git with it!!. Yer supposed to be strippin' too!!" My eyes left that delicious picture of those wonderfully shaped breasts, that jiggled a bit with her movements. She had found the zipper, got it undone and was in the process of lowering her skirt over her hips. As she leaned forward to get the skirt down, her small breasts swung forward and outward and...Oh Jesus, Mothering Christ....my eyes locked to them, like a mouse hypnotized by a snake (not the best analogy, perhaps, but you know what I mean). "Hey there Buster !!" she broke through my trance, "Yer supposed to be gettin' undressed too.....Yuh need help????" At this, she stood and I watched helplessly as her skirt tumbled down her legs and pooled at her feet; leaving her in nothing but her abbreviated panties that, twisted and pulled into her crack as they were, left very little to the imagination. My eyes slowly traversed the whole of her; from her confident smiling face, to her breasts standing proudly from her chest.....to her tiny waist, flaring into beautiful hips.....to her long, long legs framing that delicious mound that was almost as defined as if absolutely naked.....her panties, darker with her juices at the crotch and accenting her pussy lips and small but deep looking slit. "DAVID !!" her voice interrupted my survey. I dragged my eyes away from her body and brought them upward, to her shining face. Her smile was beaming and very, very confident now as she swing-hipped toward me, that beautiful young body undulating, breasts jiggling slightly, and hips rolling, as she covered the couple of yards between us. I was lost. I could not take my eyes off that beautiful body. Could not !!!! Her hands pulled my t-shirt over my head and then, slowly running her palms down my chest and stomach, she tackled the shorts and underwear. In very short order I was naked, my excruciatingly hard cock swinging in the air, in front of me. Her breasts fascinated me no end. My hands came up and cupped them, testing their weight, my thumbs making a bee-line to her magnificent nipples and strumming over them, their hot rubbery feel sending shocks of pleasure through me. My cock twitched and jumped, as it touched the skin of her soft belly. "Daviddd !!" she practically hissed "Hands off me, Buster. It's my turn !! I want to touch yuh. You can wait !!" And, with that, with some obvious reluctance, she pushed my hands away from her fascinating breasts. Holding on to my hands (they'd have been all over her again otherwise), she led me slowly back to the couch. It had to have been slow because my limbs seemed frozen, uncoordinated. My eyes continued to drink in her slightly jiggling breasts, the beautiful motion of her hips and butt, and those long, wonderfully constructed legs. At the couch, she sat and moved my still standing body closer to her, between her spread knees. For a time, she continued to hold my quivering hands and just looked at me...her eyes traversing my body, up and down. Those eyes soon centred themselves on my twitching penis, right there in front of her face; no more than three or four inches from her lovely, smiling mouth. Her mouth was slightly open and tremendously inviting. I would have gladly given ten years of my life, just to be able to press my cock between those swollen lips and.to feel the hot wetness of her mouth around me; the stroking of her tongue licking against and around the head of my aching flesh. Little Anita had ideas and things she wanted to do!! -//- Her hands stroked softly down my sides and came to rest on my hips. She leaned her head toward me and kissed the very tip of my penis. Those slightly wet and very warm lips were like a branding iron; the shock of her touch sent tremors through me that started where her lips touched and coursed from there, through my cock and radiated outward, throughout my whole body. It was like a 20,000 volt shock; like what I imagined part of a seizure might involve. My testicles lurched in my tightening scrotum and muscle contractions were being transmitted from one section of my body to another. Her soft, warm hands slid forward from my hips and came together in my groin. Her fingers flaring outward, encompassing my scrotum and the area surrounding the base of my continuously twitching cock. Bringing her fingers together, nails scratching gently through my hair against the skin, she raised her hands slightly, causing my whole penis and the sac beneath them to be raised upward and away from my body. At the same time she leaned even a little closer and, turning her head slightly to one side, brushed the full length of me across her downy smooth cheek. Again, the spread of muscle contractions moved through me; again the raising of the hairs at the nape of my neck. Her long, loose, shiny black hair caressed and tickled my skin, all the way from my upper thighs to just below my knees. My head lolled forward on my neck, my mouth slack, my eyes barely open but focused, on the back of her head below. My knees felt like they were made of recently-set jello and every nerve ending, throughout my entire being, tingled and reacted to her slightest movement. Had I died there and then, I would have considered it well worth the price!!! Over and over, she brushed her cheeks, first one then the other, over me. Each time she switched sides, I could feel her nose and lips pass over my straining penis. On several of those passages, I felt her lips open and her tongue snake out, leaving a wet trail across me, cooling in the air and her long hair continued to caress me from groin to knee. It was nothing short of heaven and, although anxious to raise the ante in this sensual poker game, I was too bemused by her actions to do anything more than simply be there and loose myself in the feelings she was generating throughout my trembling body. I remember thinking that, although (in past experience) a touch or caress can thrill you to the very roots, repetition fades the feeling rather quickly. In this case, however, I found the thrill gaining in power as it went on and on, as I watched her head move back and forth and felt the touch of her so soft cheek skin against me. I have no doubt in my mind that, had she continued these movements much longer, I would have cum like gang busters all over her pretty little face. I realized, somewhere in my subconscious, that with so little experience, Anita would have no idea that I was nearing orgasm. I was beginning to figure on just letting nature take its course, when, quite abruptly, she stopped. Raising her head and bringing her eyes up to mine, she looked at me and, I could swear, assessed the 'damage.' The sight of me, eyes squinted and a look of pure concentration on my face....mouth partly open (and probably drooling) brought a very satisfied smile to her lovely face. Her grin grew, encompassing her whole face and her dark eyes lit up with a delicious glee, at my 'discomfort.' Evidently she was having the desired effect and was very pleased with what she saw !! "So beautiful !!" she said, in a low husky voice, more to herself than to me. "So, so beautiful !!" Slowly she brought her small hands (both of them) around and encircled my red, throbbing shaft and, pulling it gently to one side, brought her eyes to within a couple of inches, examining it in minute detail. Using one tiny, slim finger, she stretched the foreskin to its maximum and, using an equally tiny looking finger from her other hand, traced the ridged centre of pure nerve fibre, from just below the head to the very end. My eyes squinted shut, my head snapped back on my shoulders, neck tendons straining, and I gasped loudly, as sensation shot through me! I couldn't breath, let alone gasp again, as that finger lightly traced back and forth, slowly up and down, on these nerve endings. It was like having an all consuming fire rage through my very centre of being; like every sensation I have ever known in my life played, simultaneously. 'Fingers brushing over harp strings' comes to mind and the music of their playing filled my head, weakened, my knees, and became the only thing in this world that I lived for !! Pure heaven !! I no longer thought of cumming or not cumming. I had no control, no conscious thought, no life outside of those small soft fingers. I could have cared less if the world ended or that I was blown away by the winds that howled in my brain. As it worked out, I didn't cum....I could have....and perhaps, in a way, I did !! But there was no ejaculation, no explosion of seed into the air....Anita simply stopped moving her finger and left me there, a panting heap of quivering flesh with no idea where I was or what was going on!! "Man !!! Dave sure likes that, don't he!!!" she said in that quiet low voice, as if talking to someone watching over her shoulder. Her little hands now moved to my scrotum, which, in the heat of the moment was drawing my balls up close to my body. She ran her fingers over me and caressed me gently there, fingers softly probing the outline of each separate testicle. As my breathing pace gradually lowered, so did my scrotum and now, cupping me in her smooth little hand, she weighed first one side and then the other, commenting out loud to our 'unseen watcher.' "They're really much heavier than they look !!." she said, as she weighed them individually. "All those little baby seeds in there....an', an' the way they keep rollin' around, I think all those seeds 're anxious to get out to find eggs to hook up with....but....I don't want 'em to just yet!!" "They must all come up this tube," a finger tracing the path, "And then, like they did the other day, they'd come burstin' out right here!! Makes a terrible mess, when it comes out....but I suppose it wouldn't go all over the place, if it was in me, would it??? One of these times, real soon, I'm gonna have to watch 'em all come out again....Dave surely liked that....a lot !!!" "Kids at school all talk about 'cock suckin'' and 'blow jobs' an' the like. Keep wonderin' about that !! Girlfriends all say that's one sure way to stop a guy from wantin' in yer pants, 'Just give 'em a blow job Suck their cock They'll forget all about gettin' in yer pussy and gettin' yuh knocked up!!'.....that's what they tell me." "Think I'd kinda like the idea of havin' it inside me 'though, .the way I'm itching' to be full down there!" "How do *you* taste Dave? Think I'm gonna find out now. I'm sure yuh won't mind, will yuh Dave???" With that last comment, she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock straight inside !!! And, a half second later, she had half my cock in her hot, wet mouth and her tongue started to flick back and forth on me, like she was eating a lollipop. Next, she was sucking and applying a good deal of vacuum to my cock and the sensations I was receiving from these fast changing manipulations, put my brain (and cock) into sensory overload. The sensation of those warm, wet lips devouring me....the hotness of her mouth.....the flickering touch and caress of her tongue against me....the bobbing movement of her head, as seen from above.....the suction, never the same, always a little or a lot more (or less) than the moment before....the satisfied purring sounds she produced deep in her throat (which were, I think, unintentional on her part) produced vibrations in my cock that heightened what I was feeling. It was grand, it was glorious, it was awesome !!! I would have loved it to go on forever ......but, all too soon, it ended................... There was really no way to warn her. Everything happened so fast !! At one point I was in control, the next I felt the seminal fluids rush up the recently traced pathway and burst out of the top of my cock, into her mouth. There was no more than a tiny hesitation, as the first shot exploded from me, and she settled down to receiving my spurting cum and swallowing it, as it built up in her mouth. Afterward, I collapsed beside her on the couch and, drawing the blanket back over us, she snuggled into me. It was hours before we moved from that couch and into my bed but it was only to sleep, not to make love. This old man had cum so hard, he was finished for the night. "They were right !!!" I heard Anita, chuckle to herself, just before I dropped off into a deep sleep, "A 'blow job' does keep 'em outa yer panties !! Damn it !!" -//- Next morning, the skies were blue and cloudless and the birds were singing in the trees all around the house. I had wakened first and, carefully extracting myself from the tangle of arms and legs we'd become overnight, and pulling on my housecoat and slippers, I came out to make coffee; after making a pit stop in the bathroom. My bladder was full to bursting and wouldn't be ignored any longer. As the rich coffee smell began to fill the kitchen, I decided to take a look around outside and I walked out onto the veranda. Things didn't look too different There were a couple of trees down nearby and there were puddles in all the low spots in the driveway as well as in what passed for a 'lawn' surrounding the house. Although I stood and listened for several long moments, there were no traffic noises from the road below or sounds of equipment in the distance; obviously, the road was still closed and I wondered how long it would be, before things would get back to normal. "Mornin'!!" I heard from behind me and Anita came through the screen door with two steaming coffee mugs in her hands. Somewhere she'd found an old plaid, flannel shirt of mine that would have fit at least two of her. She stood there on the veranda, screen door swinging closing behind her, her tousled black hair framed her pretty, smiling face. Her upper body disappeared into my old shirt and the cuffs dangled down from small fragile-looking wrists and her tiny hands, clutching the handles of the two steaming mugs of coffee. The shirt fell well below her knees and her lower calf and small, bare feet were all that could be seen of her, besides her face and hands. She looked like a waif and the whole picture was tremendously appealing. "Need some of this??" she asked, handing me a coffee mug. "Sure do!!" I replied, taking the mug and immediately taking a sip. "Thanks!! We sat on the top step of the veranda and quietly enjoyed our coffee. There seemed, to me, no need for conversation and even Anita was content to just sit there, looking out over the lake below. Although her mom and dad seemed amazed that Anita always came home and always slept in their house, I realized that, after last night, things had changed. She had stayed here overnight, now, and, although in the eyes of the community we had been tagged as 'lovers' before, this was going to make it official. I wondered what changes would come with this 'official' status and how it would effect our lives. Technically, Anita was still a virgin; not an untouched virgin, perhaps, nor an 'unsullied' one....but still, technically, a virgin. But she and I were the only ones in the world who knew that and, probably, the only ones who would believe it. The rest of the world had drawn their own conclusions some time back and I doubted our story (if we ever told anyone) would be believed. "But" I mused to myself, "Everyone seems to accept it and nobody has even hinted that what they think we are doing is wrong. I've even had the acceptance speeches from the Elders as well as from her mom and dad. Even her brothers and sisters seem to accept things at face value and there's never been even a hint of a problem." "But" I continued talking to myself, "I'm sure that's not the end of it. What'll her teachers think?? Several of them are 'white' and, even if they suspected something was going on before and could ignore it, they aren't going to be able to ignore it now. Suppose somebody makes a complaint to the police?? What then??" This all kept tumbling through my head and, although I knew I had no answers, I was anxious to try to prepare for what I could see coming. About the only answer I had, that I knew was valid, was the fact that I loved this little girl and there was no way I would see her hurt, by me or anyone else. Earlier, when trying to sort it all out, before I realized I was in love with Anita, I had actually thought of quitting the job and quietly stealing away, alone, in the night. But, when I reckoned with how strongly she felt and what she'd been through, I knew there was no way I could do that to her. So, I'd simply accepted my fate and stayed. Come what may, I was in it for the long haul. "Dave??" Anita said as those thoughts and conclusions were going through my head, "Dave......I....uhh....I wanta move in here with yuh!! I've thought about it a whole lot an' seems t' me with everyone thinkin' we're already doin' it together, I should move in an' we should live here....the two of us.....You could use someone to help out 'round here an' I could do that an' everyone thinks......an'.....an'....Shit, Dave, I love you, yu' know, an' I want t' be with you.... not goin' home every night an' all.......How about it, Dave.....Please???" See what I mean??? Things were already changing and I wasn't at all sure I had the answers. I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted her around all the time and I wanted her in my bed at night....but......well, I didn't want to see her hurt or getting into anything that could hurt her down the road. What the hell was I going to say to her?? It took at least two minutes of silence, before I tried answering her question. "Are you sure, Anita??" I said, sounding very parental even to me "I know your dad thinks we're already sleeping together but what about your mom?? What about your brothers and sisters?? I really do love you, Anita and I'd like nothing better than to wake up every morning with you in my bed, like today, but what about the others, the rest of the world?? With you just 14 and me 35, there's going to be some hard questions asked. You're 'jail-bait' you know and, legally, my just touching you can get me into trouble....big trouble !!" I said all this quietly, with my voice low and steady, and I could see her taking it all in and mulling it over. Again the silence and she quietly sat there on the step beside me, thinking it all through. No childish tantrums, no impatience, no outward appearance of upset, just calm consideration. Her response, when it finally came, was cool, calm, and collected. She amazed me!! I knew how strongly she was feeling. "Dad's convinced yer screwin' me an' it don't bother him one little bit that I can see an' I know he likes yuh a lot 'cause he's forever sayin' so !!" "Mom? Well, she's about the same way. I know she likes yuh a lot. She really gives me shit, when I say 'kid' things about yuh.....an' she put me on the pill as soon as she saw how things were goin' between us. She's always remindin' me, every morning at home, to take the darned things an' she talks a lot about the kids I'm gonna have an' how she hopes you won't take me away from here. Heck, the other morning, she even got to talkin' about her an' dad an' what he likes doin' in bed...an' tryin' to get me to talk about me an' you !!' "The other stuff, the law stuff, well, I don't know. We'll just have t' find our way 'round that stuff !! I know I'm 'jail-bait' but I love you an' the whole 'Res' knows it.....an', even when yuh didn't say it to me, they all told me yuh loved me. They all kept tellin' me that !" "My sisters come to *me* for advice about boys an' sex....even the older ones !! An' my brothers? Well they just keep teasin' the hell outa me and keep askin' am I pregnant yet??? Can they, maybe, do some babysittin' for us anytime soon???" "Dave.....I'm still a virgin...even if no one believes it 'sides you an' me but I'm not a scared little girl any more an' I want to get rid of it. I don't want t' be a virgin any more. I want t' feel you fillin' me up with that big cock thing. Dave, let's live together....AND sleep together, the RIGHT way....Huh???" After several minutes had passed, each of us in our separate thoughts, I could only turn to Anita and, giving her a soft kiss on those permanently swollen lips, tell her how I felt. "Okay, Anita, let's do that !!" was my answer. -//- A little later, after several phone calls, we found out that the road was still out in several places and, from the best anyone could see, it would be noon tomorrow before things got back anywhere close to normal. We were lucky to have power and telephone; a lot of houses didn't. I had suggested to her dad that, my truck being a 4 x 4, we might be able to get through to town. But he wouldn't hear of it. Seems there were a lot of big trees down on the road, wash-outs everywhere, and a lot of low spots in the roads out there were nothing more than pure mud, down to a couple of feet. Better we stay put, was his advice. Nobody needed another vehicle and people stuck someplace along the road. I cooked breakfast of bacon and eggs and we both found we were hungrier than we thought. Afterward, we spent time on the veranda, listening to the radio, through the open door of the house. Some good country-western ( Gordon Lightfoot and Kate and Anne McGarrigle), with storm aftermath reports every half hour or so. We talked a lot about Anita moving in here and things she wanted to change about the place. It was a stark, dreary bachelor's pad, the way she saw it and she wanted to pretty it up a bit. Now, if that isn't a typical woman, I don't know what is !! As we were talking, I noticed it was clouding up a bit (probably all the moisture being drawn up by the sun) and, about an hour later, we were having sun-showers....every now and then there'd be a sprinkle or more of rain and yet the sun was shining at the same time.... good rainbow weather. During one of these showers, I glanced up to see Anita unbuttoning her (my) shirt. "Hey??" I asked, as her beautiful breasts came partially into view, in the ever expanding vee of the opening shirt. "Come on, Dave!! Let's have a shower!!" she said, eyes lit up like glittering diamonds and her face all smiles. "Come on!! Come on!! It'll be fun....I always wanted to shower in the rain !!" she said, bouncing up and pulling off the now unbuttoned shirt. She stood there, a vision of loveliness, shirt still in one hand and absolutely naked. "Such a slight but beautifully rounded body." I thought to myself, my eyes taking in this unexpected sight, "She doesn't realize the effect she has on a man....has no idea at all !!" Reaching down to me, her breasts dipping forward and falling away from her chest and drawing my eyes like magnets, she tossed the shirt towards the door and, grabbing my hand, she tugged at me until I stood. "Come on David....come shower with me in the rain !!" she said. I can't say I spent much time thinking about it and, kicking my slippers behind me, I shucked off the housecoat and, hand in hand, we ran out into the rain. I could feel the rain drops at first. Each one left an odd shaped spatter on my skin, as it exploded against me and a coolness, as the air hit it. The shower was quite heavy, at that moment and it didn't take long to have us totally wet; skin cooled as the air of our movements hit the wet surface. Water streamed out of my hair and down my face. I looked over at Anita several feet away from me and saw a picture of ultimate delight, as she stood, feet apart, arms spread wide, welcoming the rain against her. As with me, the rain plastered her hair to her scalp and ran, in riverletts, down over her shining face. The joy of the experience was there on her scrunched up features and she was more than obviously enjoying herself. She stood in the showering rain, head thrown back, face turned up into it. Her long black hair was moulded to her skull and plastered to her shoulders and back. She stood with her arms raised and thrust upward toward the shy, her back arched, and her breasts flattened somewhat to her chest. In profile, however, her nipples, hardened by the cool rain, stood erectly from those semi-flattened breasts and the arch of her back curved back into a gloriously rounded rear end that tucked back under itself in a wondrously beautiful line. From the front, feet planted flat on the grass, hips pushed forward, the line from her ribcage to her groin was a smooth and exceedingly beautifully formed curve....and the curve of her slim thighs took over from there, accentuating the lines above and below. As I watched her, she began to sway and move to some slow sensuous music inside her head. She swayed and undulated to its beat and I stood there, water running off me, mesmerized by the sight of her. Her eyes had been closed up to now but, turning toward me, they opened a little and a seductive smile grew on her slightly opened mouth. She danced in the rain, a few feet away from me, letting her body go with the beat of the unheard music...her hips swaying back and forth and sideways, undulating in age-old movements of seduction, her body saying 'Come to me'....'Come to me. Take me, I'm yours'........ I stood there, completely enthralled, just watching her as she slowly moved that lovely body to the music, gradually coming closer and closer to me. The rain shower had stopped now and the sun reflected on her moving body, making her brown tinged skin gleam and the droplets of water still clinging to her glittered and flashed, as she danced. Now, her swaying body was less than a foot from mine....maybe, six inches from the tips of her nipples and the same from my erection, standing hard and proud between us. Her back arched, her hips moved forward toward me, and the tip of my cock grazed against her soft, smooth belly. She moved in slow circles against me, my glans in constant contact with her rain-slicked stomach. And, now, so help me God, I too could hear the music; the rush of the blood through my veins and my short, panting breath gave substance to the tune and the beating of my heart provided the rhythm.....a rolling of drums. Her skin was slippery with the rain drops but warm and soft beneath my hands; hands with a mind of their own that, somehow, found their own way to her butt, fingers curving back to the inside of her upper thighs. They cupped the lower curve of her ass, fingers pressed into that small open space, where her upper thighs framed her crotch. I could feel the heated moistness of her. At first the slight dampness of the skin of her inner thighs, up close against her crotch....then the wet of her juices between the puffy, swollen lips of her pussy, as my fingers seemed to find their own way to her core. Then the scent of her filled my nose....filled my head....filled my world....and, my tongue, savouring the tastes to come, licked over my lips but wanted those swelling, juice smeared lips of her pussy, below. Her back still arched, she leaned her weight back onto my exploring hands, upper body still undulating and dancing between my arms. Her slim arms were spread and bent at the elbows, moving to her inner music. Her head swayed on her long neck, neck cords quivering, ridged and protruding, her eyes almost but not quite closed. My fingers parted her excitement swollen pussy lips and slid over those secretion wet inner lips searching for her entrance and, finding it, one finger sliding an inch or so into her hot, inner body. One of my thumbs, meantime, was centred on her anus and moved in gentle circles over her puckered little rear hole. Her soft belly movements against my penis grew more erratic and were backed by greater pressure against me. My fingers moving wetly, over and in and out of her pussy, had a very disturbing effect on the music inside her head, she told me later on.....and her knees began to shake, unable any longer to support her arched body. Her arms slowly descended to her sides and her back straightened, to the point that her face was now buried in my chest. She leaned into me, her body reacting with muscle tightening and twitching to the probing and caressing of my fingers; small groans and sighs escaped her lips, as my fingers and thumbs found and played over erogenous zones, so willingly made available to them. More and more of her weight was redistributed to my hands, there on her rounded bottom and, at a point where I became concerned about our falling over, I gathered her in my arms and carried her back to the veranda. There, I laid her on her back on a narrow old, vinyl covered, couch-like piece of furniture (raised at one end, no back....don't know the name.... but you know what I mean...a 'divan', I think it used to be called??). At first I was worried about the feel of the 'cold' surface of this thing, against her hot skin....but she didn't seem to notice it. She simply laid back, a leg to the floor on either side of the thing, arms up and out seemingly imploring me to fill them with my body. Looking down on her from my standing position, the visual picture Anita presented was outrageously erotic and left me breathless as my eyes flew over her, unable....perhaps unwilling....to remain anywhere for more than a few seconds. Her naked skin glowed with the heat of her arousal. Her face was flushed and a deep pink spread from her hairline to her neck, to her shoulders and chest. Even her breasts, somewhat flattened by her reclining position, were an exaggerated pink and were topped by much puffier than usual aureoles, extending into reddish-pink nipples, tips almost as large as quarters, that projected upward another full inch. Her tiny waist flared into beautifully rounded hips, from which her slim, lovely, long legs projected.....wide spread, feet flat on the veranda flooring. But the 'vee' of her groin, sparse haired, lips swollen and red, slightly open, and glistening with her inner secretions, was the sight my eyes kept returning to; like iron filings to a magnet....over and over again !! Her quite large, blood engorged clitoris peeked out from the top of her slit, wet with her juices and the deep pink inner flesh gleamed.....her inner lips were open and inviting and the small, dark hole of her vagina passage could be seen at the lower end of her pussy. My mouth salivated in its want to taste this rounded mound of juicy flesh, as it would at the thought of biting into a fresh, juicy apple; I could almost feel the juices explode from the inner flesh, filling my mouth with its flavour, excesses running out of the corners of my mouth, and over my chin. I've no idea how I got there but I was suddenly on my knees....my chin between her upper thighs....hot, moist, soft, smooth skin against my cheeks....my mouth wide open and salivating, not an inch from her red, swollen pussy lips....and the perfume of an aroused and beautiful female permeating my head, causing my blood to boil with desire and the prehistoric instincts to push my conscious mind to one side and take over control. Turning my head from side to side, I not so gently licked the insides of her thighs, deep into the seams beside her now extremely red and swollen pussy...savouring the taste of her, inhaling deeply; moistening the inner edges of those soft folds of her pussy lips with my tongue. With fingers on either side of her pussy, I slowly spread her until I could again see the tight passage within her and, rolling my tongue as tightly as I could, I plunged it into her there, again and again, as deep as my tongue would go. She grunted loudly at each intrusion of my tongue into her body and pressed her hips up at me each time it withdrew, making her pleasure of what I was doing to her obvious. I silently wished for a tongue that could enter her to the very depths of her core, one that would ream her inner passage to the hilt...but contented myself with the fact that her reactions were already those of extreme pleasure. I buried my nose and lips and tongue in her hot wetness, glorying in the juices smearing my face and her smell filling my taste and my brain. She groaned loudly and raising her head as far as she could, eyes squinting with pleasure, tried to look down her body to watch what I was doing. Her hips squirmed as she pushed back against my face, the tip of my nose pressed against her clit and my lips gently chewed the lips of her pulsating pussy. “Please,. I want to see what yer doin' to me down there” Anita said, inter-disbursed with small groans and gasps, “God it feels so wonderful, David .....don’t stop.......Oh, please don’t stop!!” Slowly, I pulled my face back from her pussy. I could feel the cool of the air on my juice smeared face as I flicked out my tongue again and again, touching her nether lips, occasionally pushing slightly onto her vagina. My hands splayed on either side of her mound and my fingers, wet with her secretions, slid and slipped upward along the edges of her swollen lips until they reached her clit. As my fingers found her extended clitoris and began to softly caress it and tweak it, she moaned louder and louder; grinding her hips upward and pushing back on my fingers. “Let me watch, David....wanta’ see what yer doin'....please???” she moaned again, unable to force her head any higher from the divan, "Wanta' see, oh plllleassssseeeeee!!" The words finally having meaning in my sex filled head, I replaced my fingers with my tongue and lips and, sliding my hands upward, over her soft smooth belly, I gripped her lower arms. Pulling gently on her arms, I raised her into a position where, her elbows taking her weight, she could see down over herself and watch what I was doing to her. Once she was settled against her elbows, I slid my hands over her chest and cupped her breasts.Slowly bringing my fingers in to their centre, leaving wet trails of her own juices in their wake, I surrounded her hard, rubbery nipples with my fingertips and drew them, wetly and very, very slowly, up the length of those throbbing pieces of flesh. She moaned on a slowly rising scale that echoed the movement of my fingertips; her upper body now writhing along with her lower body....unable or unwilling to choose between the sensations emanating from the one over the other. Continuing my caressing of her nipples with my finger tips, I pressed my face to her groin again and repeated everything I had done to her before ....while she moaned and watched, through slitted eyes....alternating between the sight of my fingers pulling on her nipples and my mouth on her pussy. By now the juices were flowing from her and, coupled with my saliva , everything was wetting the inside her thighs and dribbling down over her anus and onto the vinyl covering, and pooling between her ass cheeks. I watched her face contort in pleasure, as my mouth and hands played with her small body, until I sensed a tension building and building within her. The flesh of her vaginal passage clamped spasmodically on my probing tongue and I could feel the muscles of her stomach and thighs alternately tighten and relax, as sensations ripped through her. Her head thrashed from side to side, whipping her hair back and forth over my hands there on her breasts and her hips rose and fell in tune to my probing tongue, entering and withdrawing from her vagina at an ever increasing pace. When it was obvious that she was at the very brink, that an orgasm was imminent and irreversible, I raised my face, sopping wet with her copious juices and, catching her clitoris between my lips, sucked it hard into my mouth; flipping my tongue over its tip as quickly as it would go. Her whole body tensed like a steel spring stretched to its limits, her upper body no longer on her elbows, her need 'to see' supplanted by an irresistible urge to feel. Her whole body arched, rising from the divan like a bow, only the back of her head, her flatly planted feet and her outstretched hands in contact with the vinyl covering of the divan; her fingers and toes curled, as if trying to dig into the material under her. As a low but ever rising moan escaped her lips, rising gradually to a wail of pleasure, her bowed frame shook and trembled, as wave after wave of sensation passed through her, snapping her body like leaf in a summer storm. The wail decreased into a prolonged sigh and her body relaxed, with occasional shivers of aftershock, until she lay, entirely relaxed, spread-eagled on the now damp surface of the divan. While I watched, her breathing gradually turned from a hyperventilating panting to a slow regular pace and I think she slept or dozed for a short time.....completely at peace with the world. -//- Despite my continued arousal, I felt almost blissfully content and I wound up sitting on the floor of the veranda, leaning against the divan, my head nestled against her waist, at her side. I could feel her warm skin against my cheek and the slowing rise and fall of her stomach as she breathed. My contentment continued until a breeze rose, following the passage of the most recent sun shower, and I could feel its cool passage over my rain and sweat dampened body. Gradually, I became aware that Anita was shivering slightly and, pulling myself reluctantly to my feet, I gathered her light body in my arms and, with some hesitation as I fumbled the screen door outward, I carried her inside to the relative warmth of the house. In the process of carrying her, those slim arms wound themselves around my neck and she snuggled her face into my neck. I could both hear and feel her contented "MMMmmmmmmmmmmm!" into my neck, as I carried her through the house and gently deposited her on my bed.........where, curling into a fetal position, while I covered her with a sheet, she proceeded to drop off into a deep sleep. I climbed onto the bed beside her where, closing my eyes and trying to shut down my whirling mind, I finally dozed fitfully. -//- About half an hour later, I became conscious of her stretching out beside me and her now cool, soft, dry skin against me. But she simply repositioned herself on the bed, on her back, arms above her head toward the headboard and long legs pointed but relaxed, to the foot of the bed and settled back again into her dream world with a little sigh. Later, how much later I couldn't say, I woke again, this time to the feel of a small, soft hand manipulating my erect penis and Anita, up on one elbow, grinning over me. On my back, I could see the movements under the sheet, as she ran her hand back and forth over me, Grinning back at her, I laid back and enjoyed the sensations she was producing. With God as my witness, I don't think I had deflated since Anita had first started her dance in the rain. My penis was tremendously hard, extended tremblingly to its fullest length and width and twitching erratically in her soft little hand. My balls were tight in their sac and felt exceptionally tender to her touch, as her hand occasionally came in contact with the base of my shaft. But, although I felt constantly on the verge, I also felt as if I could last forever and ever without cumming, without ever ejaculating. I pushed back the sheet until I could see her small hand, wrapped softly around me, working up and down on my shaft. I, too, am very susceptible to the visual and the impact of seeing her hand there and watching her motion, heightened the sensations that coursed through me tenfold. It had the same effect on Anita, as she watched her hand slide over me. She told me later it was almost like what she imagined watching a porno movie would be. She felt almost disembodied from that hand, as if it had nothing whatsoever to do with her, as she watched it glide back and forth over me: "Oh God that's beautiful !!" she said, giggling, "Look...it's shaking...it's....it's twitching !! I can feel it pushing against my hand !!" "Does that feel good Dave?? Oh....it must.....your eyes are all clenched up and you're grinning!!" she giggled, again. She continued to play with my penis, in utter fascination. Her face turned serious, as her eyes followed her own hand, moving up and down my iron-hard cock. Repositioning herself, she turned her body to get her face closer and closer to her hand, as it played its tune on my pulsating penis. Next thing I knew, her position brought her up on her knees beside me on the bed, giving me an almost profile view of her beautifully rounded ass, above and to the left of my eyes. Her knees were spread on the mattress and I used my left hand to trace a path from her right knee, slowly and smoothly up her inner thigh, to her crotch. My thumb finally pressed against her hot, wet pussy lips and my fingers toyed and traced her nether lips, sliding slickly through her slit. Gliding my thumb upward through her slickness, I didn't stop until it pressed wetly against her anus and slowly circled that puckered orifice as my fingers played between her swollen lips, occasionally grazing her protruding clitoris. Anita, grunted loudly at the touch of my thumb on her pink-brown anus and moaned in pleasure as my fingers slid over her clit. And...I sang the same song as her wet lips slid over the head of my cock, her tongue swirling over my glans. We played like this, teasing one another, for what seemed like an hour. Sensation after sensation coursed through our bodies, making us writhe and tremble to one another's manipulations. I soon had her knees spread widely on either side of my head and my mouth and tongue occasionally replacing my thumb and fingers; at times, both mouth and hands played a duet on her delectable little pussy, squirming there above me. Time seemed to stand still; the sensations, the tantalizing smell and taste of her surrounding me, the sound of her moans of pleasure simply went on and on. I'd feel her rise to orgasm and I'd back off until she'd more or less calmed and then, slowly heating it up again, I'd go at her once more. Each time I'd stop or slow down my touching, feeling, and licking, she too would back off her finger, mouth, and tongue play on me and, as I'd start up again, she would quickly follow. We rose to orgasm and slid away so often that both our bodies were trembling uncontrollably and the sound of our moans and cries of pleasure became the only background sound; the only sound in our self-encased world; a world of fingers, tongues, and mouths moving, sticky and wet, over swollen, pulsating flesh. We both rose to a pitch where we were uncontrolled and uncontrollable. Anita began to mumble around my cock filling her mouth. I couldn't make out the words but I could hear the urgency. Finally, she took her mouth from my saliva wet, twitching cock and began to lick it with broad wet swipes of her tongue and her words became louder and clearer. "Oh.... oh....fill..." (hot, wet tongue swiping over my pulsating prick) "me up" (another swipe of that merciless tongue)....."Dave....Dave" (tongue again) "put it in me" (tongue)..."fill me up" (tongue swirling on my glans, head of me just in her mouth...then out again)...."Oh God Dave, I want you to fuck me.....plEASE !!!! I can't wait any longer !! Oh, Dave, please fuck me !!" Moving my body backward, moving myself between her wide-spread thighs, I brought myself up behind her. There was a small cry of disappointment, as she lost her grip on my cock; my movements literally dragging it from her mouth. Without thought, my mind completely blank of anything else besides what we both wanted, I caught her tiny waist and flipped her over on the bed. She grunted as her back hit the mattress and, after a second's hesitation, she raised her arms and, knees high, feet on the bed, she opened her thighs to the limit, spreading herself before me, to me, under me. I watched her face, her desire and lust written on it like writing on a page. She watched, in fascination, as I held my twitching cock and moved it to her swollen, slightly open pussy lips and, as soon as she felt the head at the portal to her flushed body, she forced her hips up to meet me. My cock slid into her hot wet hole slowly; at first held back by the tight entrance to her, then sliding quickly to her maidenhead. She gritted her teeth and forced harder upward and, with a slight tearing feeling but with little, if any, interruption, my pulsating tool slid up and up into her... finally coming to rest at the very end of her passage. There was little, if any, real pain for her. She was grinning from ear to ear and wiggling her lovely butt from side to side and up and down, testing her new-found filling. Reaching up, she grabbed my shoulders and levered her body up, flat against mine.....our lips clamped open against each other, tongues doing wild things in each other's mouth. I began humping my hips and, slowly at first but picking up speed at her urging, began to move myself in and out of her....relishing in the hot, tight, wet grip of her pussy around my shaft and lost in the exquisite sensations coursing through my body, as my cock slid in and out of her tight passage. I was extremely conscious of the squishing sound and the wet slaps of our bodies and the smell of her.....that unique and all-consuming scent of her.....made me frantic with need and fed my veins with a lust I could never describe or put into words. Higher, ever higher we mounted that mountainside of pleasure together and , finally reaching the peak, we threw our selves into the void. Sperm shot up and out of my penis and into her receptive flesh, deep inside her body. Her body, as did mine, twitched with the pleasurable spasms of orgasm and her hot wet cunt tightened and spasmed around my shooting prick....as if trying to milk the thick, hot, fluid into herself. For the first time in my life, I truly understood the French expression le petit mort....'the little death' .....it was the most accurate and beautifully expressed description of an orgasm that I was ever likely to hear. -//- It was well past noon, when we woke. The day was sunny and the sound of the birds could be heard through the open window of the bedroom. A slight breeze ruffled the curtains and the sun warmed air drifted over our dozing bodies on the bed. I had collapsed beside her on the bed and, apart from pulling the sheet up over us, I don't think either of us had moved an inch. Anita's slim arm lay under my neck and curved up over my shoulder, as I lay on my stomach, facing her. My arm stretched out over her small waist and along her hip, as she laid there on her back, head tilted toward mine. It was warm and comfortable there beside her and I could feel her soft breath on my cheek. Her eyes were still closed and her tousled black hair framed her face. She looked so young and fragile there beside me; eyes closed but a small, knowing smile on her beautiful little face. "I think I died and went t' heaven," she murmured softly, her lips hardly moving, "I never knew it could be like that.......I wish we'd done it before....a loooong time ago. It was sooooo good, David, why didn't yuh tell me??? Soooooo good.........I'm still tingling.............all over!!!....." ~/~ The rest of the day seemed to fly by. Once we'd showered and cleaned up the bedroom, we took a walk around the immediate area to see what damage had been done by the storm. It wasn't too bad. There were several trees down and several areas sloping toward the lake were partly washed out by the runoff from the heavy rain. We saw a family of deer in a small meadow and a big old 'porky' rattled his quills at us as we gave him wide berth on one of the trails. There were still no motor sounds at all coming from the road or from the fields, so the only sounds we heard were those of old mother nature; the breeze blowing through the trees, the low hum of the bees and insects, the chirping of the songbirds, and an occasional sounds of some small animal we'd disturbed. The breeze was warm and moist and fresh and carried all kinds of scents; wildflowers, spruce and pine, and the earthy smell of disturbed soil. We walked hand in hand, feeling no need to talk, no need to disturb the silence. We watched as clouds of tiny flies spiralled upward on the rising air. The grass and weeds, in the meadows we passed through, glittered with undried droplets of moisture and, occasionally, a cloud shadow would pass over us, darkening our world slightly. I kept glancing at Anita and occasionally catching her glancing at me. She looked so wonderfully happy that, even if I had not been feeling euphoric, it would have been catching. She had a lovely, small smile on her lips, her eyes gleamed with her happiness, and her face and shoulders, bare in the cotton dress she wore, were flushed a light pinky tan. Her loose black hair shon in the sunlight and was constantly being ruffled by the breeze; every time she glanced in my direction, she would have to raise her hand and slim, bare arm to flick her hair away from her face. She was, I thought to myself, the loveliest creature in this world. It was close to two hours, before we returned to the house and I don't think more than two words had passed between us, during all that time; we were just content to be together, enjoying the quiet world around us. Anita's dad called somewhere around 6 o'clock, he'd just managed to reach home, just a couple of hours before; things were pretty much okay there but he wanted to confirm that we were all right. I assured him we were okay and that there were no serious problems around here; we'd be just fine for a couple more days, maybe longer, if necessary. Then he asked to talk to Anita and I got her on the phone, while I looked into something for supper. Although I could hear her talking, I wasn't really listening to what she was saying. I was trying to figure something fast and easy to eat; my stomach was rumbling now and then and, thinking about it, I realized we hadn't eaten for quite some time. Her voice cut through my thoughts of food, when, in a raised tone, I heard her say: "What d'yu mean???" there was a pause...... "He said what ???........I don't believe it !!..........Is he drunk or what??" "He must be crazy !!................Okay, yeah, I'll tell him....Yes dad...Okay.....Bye" Then she hung up. By now, I was standing beside her. The happy look was gone from her face and her brow was wrinkled in thought, as she placed the phone back on the hook. For several moments she just stood there looking at the phone, then she turned to me and said, very quietly: "Uncle James is drunk again an' he stole Jake Cardinal's truck. He must be crazy 'cause he told my sister he was comin' up here to get me....an' Dave, he's got Jake's shotgun in the truck, an' a box of shells....an'.....an' I don't know what to think. Dad says there's no way he can get by the washouts, t' get here an' dad already called the police." She was silent for several seconds and then she said, almost to herself: "But I don't know....he's a sly one......Well, maybe he'll pass out on the road or somethin'." "Anita, why didn't your dad tell me that, when I was talking to him, just now," I asked. "Oh," she said "'Cause Jenny just got back t' the house from Jake's place an' she just told him, when I was on the phone with him.....Sorry, Dave, I should'a said that before." "That God Damned son of a bitch !!" I said, "He's gonna be the death of me yet !!" "Don't SAY that !!" Anita practically yelled at me, "He won't make it through the washouts an' dad called the cops...an'.....an'....Dave, I'm scared !! That drunk bastard IS crazy....He's....He's gonna try t' get here, I just know it....He's CRAZY !!" "Hey now....Hey." I said to her, wrapping my arms around her small body, "It's gonna be okay. We'll just have to figure out what to do....IF he gets here, and I don't think he can...not in a truck on the roads, like they are." "Is it a 4 x4, this truck he'd driving??" I asked "I don't know, Dave. It might be; I can't remember if it is or not," she said. "Oh shit !! Watta we gonna do?!" "Shhh now," I replied, "Let me think about it for a while; we'll figure something out, don't you worry." ~//~ After a while, although I wasn't feeling hungry any more, I decided to fix us something to eat anyhow. With Anita sitting in a chair, at the kitchen table, I got back to making supper, although it seemed like the last thing I should be busying myself about, right then. We ate supper; well Anita picked at her's but, somehow, although I swear I didn't taste a bite, mine slowly disappeared from the plate, as I mulled over the problem of Uncle James. It was starting to get darker, now, the sun had set and the world outside was quiet and still. I knew that, IF James got here, it wouldn't be for some hours yet. The washouts would slow him down and, if the truck made it through, we'd hear it on the road from a long way off. If the truck didn't make it and he tried it on foot, he'd be a lot longer getting here. I had time enough to plan and there was no way I was going to let him just wander in here and take the revenge he obviously wanted. I was pretty sure that, in his drunken mind, he'd expect to arrive here as a surprize and catch us sleeping; not knowing he was anywhere near here. That, the way I read it, was the answer; that's what we had to prepare for and turn the surprize on him. I cleared the dishes and food away, with Anita's help, and we went to sit on the couch, in the livingroom. We sat close beside one another and held hands, while I talked to her. I had a hazy plan in mind and I outlined it for her. She added bits and pieces and we filled in detail, until I was satisfied that, what we'd figured out, might just work. The only thing that still bothered me was the shotgun and shells, that I knew were in the truck. Anita got right into the plan and seemed quite excited by it but I could hear the fear and worry, still in her voice. I got up from the couch, after we'd agreed on the plan and, going into my bedroom, we set up the first part of what we'd planned. Taking clothes and blankets out of the closet, we set up two mounds under the bed sheet, on the bed. Turning out the light in the room, it looked like two people sleeping there, once your eyes got used to the dark a bit. We shut the door almost fully closed and left the room. Going out to my truck, I fished around for a bit, behind the bench seat and finally located my two-man tent and my sleeping bag. Carrying them to the big, old spruce at the top of my drive, we spent the next half hour setting up the tent, in a small clearing, to the side of the spruce, away from the drive entrance. Back into the house, I got a water bottle and filled it and some munchies, in case we got hungry later on. Then, back to the tent, after picking up the axe (the only kind of 'weapon' I could think of, around the place). In the tent, sleeping bag spread under us, we settled back for what could very well be a long, mind numbing wait. Anita cuddled into the crook of my arm, her mouth breathing gently on my neck and we were quite comfortable there; the ground was not too lumpy, under the sleeping bag and the temperature, now that the sun was gone, was just warm enough not to need anything over us. I was pretty sure that, if and when James got here, he'd come up the drive; it was about the only clear space to come through. And, off to the side of the old spruce, where we had pitched the tent, we were out of line of sight from the driveway head but not out of ear shot. No, not at all; we'd hear any noise he made and the drive was gravelled and fairly loose. Hours went by and, although I was intent on staying awake, I'm sure I dozed now and then. From her heavy breathing, I was pretty sure Anita spent a lot of the time in a restless sort of sleep. ~//~ It must have been one in the morning, when I suddenly became aware of the sound of moving gravel. Someone or something was coming up the drive, it sounded like and I laid there, holding my breath, trying to hear. For a time, there'd be silence...then I'd hear something again. I'd just about put it all down to my imagination, when I heard something scrape passed the spruce, on the far side of the old tree. A few moments after that came the small sound of something against the metal side of my truck and I was pretty sure in my mind that James must be here. My hand found the axe beside the sleeping bag; somehow it gave me a better sense of security. I didn't care if it was just some brown bear nosing around or if it was James; the smooth wood handle and the heft of the steel head made me feel better. By now my heart was beating like a trip-hammer and it sounded so loud to me, I felt sure it could be heard at least fifty feet away. The idea of waking Anita went through my mind but I couldn't figure out how to do it, without startling her and she might make a noise,So I laid there, up on one elbow, gripping the axe handle tightly in a sweating hand, my heart in my mouth. Occasionally, I'd hear a sound of a scrape or the rattle of a stone but I stayed put, hardly breathing. Then came the 'click' of the screen door catch opening. All thoughts of a curious old bear left me, hearing that familiar sound; it had to be James; there was no other answer. I'd left the main door open half way, so, besides a soft squeak, as it was pushed wide enough to pass, there was no other sound. I imagined him inside the house, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darker interior, meanwhile, checking out what he could see of the room around him. I'd moved slowly so that I could see out the tent flap but, other than the dark hole of the wide open, inner front door, I couldn't see a thing. ~//~ What seemed like hours passed. Everything was silent except for the occasional sound of insects and, once, nearly frightening me to death, the hoot of a nearby owl. ****BANG**** I heard from the inside of the house and a bright light suddenly outlined the doorframe and the front windows. Anita startled and sat up and I heard a tiny yelp out of her, before I could reach out and clamp my hand on her mouth. Suddenly, there was a scuffling from inside the house and, shotgun in one hand, James, moonlight on his wide-eyed features, shot out of the house, leapt over the porch steps and disappeared in a blur, passed the spruce tree and down the drive. The sound of his feet and spraying gravel disappeared gradually, as he reached the road below and, after about twenty seconds or so, the silence of the night took over again. I heard the owl, startled from his nearby perch, fly off into the night, passed the tent front; it hooted once, very softly as it flew away across the lawn. "MY GOD !!" said Anita, as I took my hand from her mouth, "WHAT was that???" "James" I said and, without thinking, I added, "I think we're dead now!" -//- It took hours to calm her down. It must have been 5 AM before she stopped shaking and trembling, and the tears really didn't stop completely for at least another day; every now and then, she'd shudder and tears would roll down her cheeks, as she tried to come to terms with what had happened. "I can't believe it" she'd wail and I would take her in my arms and sooth her until she got control again. I cleaned out the bedroom. I put the blackened, torn sheets and blankets that had been 'us' into garbage bags and I hauled the mattress out the back door. It looked pretty awful laying there, a great hole in it, coils exposed, and material in tatters....but it was useless any more and we didn't need the reminder inside. It took several hours, Anita following me like a lost puppy, but I moved all of my computer equipment and office stuff into the 'shot-gunned' room, and set up and made the bed in the smaller room. Then I moved all my clothes and things into the smaller bedroom closet. There was no way Anita or I would be comfortable in the 'master bedroom' ever again. When it was all done, I persuaded Anita to lie down with me in the 'new' bedroom and, after an hour or so of whispered conversation, several more sessions of trembling and tears, she finally fell into a restless sleep. It was only mid-afternoon, by then, and I was going to get back up and do a few more chores around the house but, somewhere in there, I fell asleep too. Neither of us stirred until an hour after sunrise next morning. -//- Sitting on the porch, in the sunshine, next morning, I was enjoying a cup of coffee and trying to make some sort of sense out of what had happened the night before. I had pretty much decided that I was going to report it to the local police but I wanted to talk it over, first with Anita (who was still asleep) and second, with her dad. However, except for talking to Anita, there wasn't much I could do until they opened the road; it certainly wasn't something I wanted to report or talk about over the phone. I'd just settled down on the step again, with a coffee refill in my hand, when, bleary-eyed and yawning, Anita joined me. Smiling, she sat down and laid her head on my shoulder, still occasionally rubbing her eyes and yawning. "Mornin' Dave" she said, the top of her head burrowing into my neck, "You're up early." "Yeah" I said "Couldn't sleep any more; last night was going around and around, in my head. What do you think we should do about you uncle James??" "Oh Dave, I don't know..." she said "That's why I got up too. I woke up an' I couldn't stop thinkin' about it. I wanted to talk to you and I gotta talk to dad, too. We can't just let it lay. He was tryin' to kill us....he really was! And we can't just let it go....I think we gotta report it or somethin'....Hell, I don't know really. How do you feel about it??" "Well" I said "I figured I wanted to talk to your dad too. I don't know how things work around here all that well and I need to find out from him. I figure we've already screwed up, where the police are concerned. I should have left things just like they were, the mattress and all, and we should have called them and reported last night. Yeah, I know they couldn't have gotten in here but they might have picked up your uncle, when he got back there....If he went back there." "Where else would he go, Dave?" she asked, "He'd have t' go back there, wouldn't he?? Where else would he go to??" "Look at it this way, Anita" I said "James thinks he shot the two of us, there in our bed. If it was me, I'd take off someplace. I sure as hell wouldn't go back home." "But Dave, he's a drunk an' all he knows is the Res. Depends on how sober he was, when he left here, it depends on if the truck was stuck back there....it depends on a lotta things, Dave; don't yuh see??" Anita said, in a very serious tone. "Okay," I said "Let's talk about what he might have done, where he might go. We need some ideas, when we talk to your dad and we need ideas when we talk to the police. If I call the cops on him and he's still here on the Res, what's going to happen to him??" "Well" she said, thoughtfully "They'll pick him up an' take him into White Rapids for questioning, if we press charges. Then they'll put him on trial for attempted murder or somethin' an' I don't really know what'll happen after that...it's hard to figure." "That's the part that worries me, little one" I said "If it goes to White Rapids, people are going to wonder why you were here with me, in the middle of the night...and they're going to start asking questions. You're jail bait, remember and people are going to ask those questions; it won't matter a damn what James did or didn't do. Oh yeah, they'll be after him for sure and they'll charge him but they're going to ask about you and me too...and you know what James is going to tell them, when they question him!! Even if I tell them that I was alone here and it was just me he wanted to shoot, James is going to bring you into it, you know." "Oh God !!" Anita said (you could hear the shock in her voice) "Oh God, Dave, I didn't think a' that. That bastard 'll really put the boots to us then, won't he. Damn it !!" "Yeah, well, I think we need to talk to your dad first...before we call the police" I said. We talked a while more about James and where he might be and what would happen if they caught him. But we didn't have enough information to go much further than just plain speculation...and, we agreed, there was no point to that. Anita was still feeling on edge from last night and, sitting there close together, on the porch, I was cuddling her and kissing the top of her head, trying to make her feel better. I could feel her small body under my hands, as I patted and stroked her, and it wasn't long before I realized that the feel of her warm body, under her t-shirt, was turning me on. We weren't talking much; like I said, just cuddling. For some reason I don't remember, she pulled her head out from under my chin and looked up at me. Her face was so serious and the fear in her eyes so strong, that I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. That got us started; it didn't take all that much. What started as a 'I love you, don't be frightened' kiss, soon became a hot, tongue flashing 'I want you' kiss and our hands were soon caressing one another. My hand slid under her t-shirt, on the outside of her thigh, up over the side of her firm little butt, passed her waist, and was soon covering her hot little breast; her long nipple hardening in my palm. Anita's little hand slid up my chest and, tip-toeing through my hair there, soon found my nipples, which, much to my surprize, hardened like small pebbles and sent jolts of electricity through my body. She broke the kiss and, with a pleased smile on her face, said: "Davie likes his nipples played with too, don't he." I hugged her closer, with my free hand and, just before resuming our kiss, I agreed: "Yeah, Davie likes it a lot....but Davie gets to feel yours and they're much easier to do this with." And proceeded to draw her nipple slowly out between my thumb and forefinger, until they reached the end and allowed her nipple to snap back to her breast. "Ummmm" she groaned into my mouth "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Things got hotter and hotter, with my fingers in her pussy and hers encircling my cock. but it was not to be....at least, not then We were suddenly both very conscious of a 'strange' noise in the world around us. It was a vehicle coming down the road; something we hadn't heard in the last couple of days. Laughing, we bolted into the house and furiously pulled on enough clothes to make us respectable. No more than a minute later, we were back on the porch steps, still laughing. Anita had a sort of molten look in her eyes that I remember thinking I was going to enjoy doing something about, later. Pretty soon, a mud spattered truck pulled into the drive and up to the house. Anita's dad and a friend of his, Prosper Pasquayak, got out. The road was open again, they told us but, they said, you had to be real careful, down where the washout was repaired; it was about one part gravel to nine parts mud right now and would take days to fix it properly, let alone dry out. It was Prosper who started asking questions, after he got back from the outhouse; he'd seen the shot up mattress. ~//~ Anita quietly explained what had happened and what we knew. Her dad sat there on the porch, his eyes just getting harder and harder, as she talked. Even old Prosper sat in complete silence, as Anita went through it all. I added bits and pieces, here and there, but I was totally impressed with the way she explained it clearly and simply. When she'd finished, there was a very loud silence that went on and on, until I couldn't take it any more. "Did James come back there last night?" I asked. "No...he didn't come back" Anita's dad answered, his hard eyes directly on mine. " I never thought he would come here. I was sure he'd just pass out some place. Yuh should'a called...I s'ppose I couldn't get here, anyhow...but I could'a tried t' head 'im off, down by the washout. Anyhow, yer gonna have to talk t' the police, both a' ya, an' they're gonna want to see the mattress an' stuff here...So, I'll see Charlie at the station, when we gets back there. Charlie's a good guy an' I trust 'im. He'll set things up an' come see ya. Okay?" "Dad" said Anita "Dave an' me talked before an' we're worried that, if this goes to t' the White Rapids station, they're gonna ask about me 'n Dave, yuh' know...an' they might charge Dave. When they find James an' he talks to 'em, they're gonna know how old I am...an'...an'" Her dad sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, yer right 'bout that, I s'ppose. I'll talk t' Charlie 'bout that too. Like I said I trust 'im an' he'll know what t' do. They both asked a whole lot more questions and we did our best to answer them but, other than what we'd already told them, all we could do was fill in some of the details. They'd come through to check the road and they had to go on to the main highway, so, after about an hour and a couple of cups of tea (Prosper didn't drink coffee), they left again. Before they left, Anita's dad took me to one side and quietly suggested that I keep my eyes and ears open. If James took off someplace, he might decide to drop in on his way back; you never could tell with James, he said to me. "An' " he said "When Charlie gets here, you talk t' 'im. He's a good guy an' he knows 'bout Anita an' you. So talk straight t' 'im. I'll make sure he knows what's what here an' James an' all." The rest of the day went uneventfully, until around six o'clock, when the Res police, Charlie and another guy, arrived to go over with us, first hand, what had happened here the night before. We told them the same things we'd told Anita's dad and they looked at the mattress and went through the sheets and blankets I'd put in the garbage bags. not a word was said about 'disturbing evidence' and they were really easy with all their questions. When Charlie saw the mattress out back, he shook his head the whole time he checked it over and walked around it. "He couldn't have been more 'n a couple of yards away, when he pulled that fuckin' trigger" he said "No way he could'a missed, from that close. Damned good thing you two weren't there, instead of the blankets....damned good thing!" After checking around the house and the drive, they came back and started to ask more questions. Anita had made coffee, so we sat at the kitchen table. Finally they seemed to run out of questions and, after a few false starts, Charlie looked at the two of us and kept switching his eyes from one to the other, as he spoke. "We got a bit a trouble here" he said, quietly but firmly. "We take this off the Res an' there's gonna be questions asked an' a whole lot a' people gonna get bent outa shape 'cause you two were in bed together. I know, I know...it was just blankets an' the like but *some* people gonna see somethin' different...if ya know what I mean." "I've been wondering about that too, Charlie" I said "Any suggestions?" "Well" he said, running his hands over a tired looking face "Since I talked t' Anita's dad, I been goin' over it all. If it goes out of the Res, there's gonna be questions what she was doin' here that time a' night. So best you guys don't lay charges.....BUT I'm gonna look fer James an', when I find 'im...an' I WILL find 'im, we're gonna have a long talk, 'im an' me. I'm gonna tell 'im that if he goes after you or Anita again...or even near the two of you, I'm gonna lock 'im up an' charge 'im every time I see 'im with a bottle or even comes inta town loaded. It's dry on this Res, yuh know...least it's s'ppose t' be! I know you guys 'd love t' charge 'im an' all but, if yuh do, yer gonna make trouble fer yerselfs....an' I think yuh know that.....so........." Both Anita and I stayed quiet, when Charlie was finished. I looked over at her, at one point, and could see the concern on her face but, finally, she looked at me and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say "It's better than nothing, I suppose." "Okay" I said to Charlie and he nodded his confirmation. Nothing more needed to be said.; we knew we had to back off from making charges or we'd open another can of worms that would do neither of us any good. As they were leaving, Charlie suggested we keep an eye out for James and, if we saw him, to get hold of him right away. After they'd gone we ate a little supper and then went out to sit on the porch and relax. "What's gonna happen now, Dave?" Anita asked, her voice soft and whispery from under my chin, where she had her face buried against my neck again. "I don't know, little one" I answered "Guess we'll have a better idea after Charlie catches up with James. I'm sure he'll let us know, when he does." It wasn't long after that that we decided to go to bed. We were both pretty tired, after all the excitement and, besides, I could tell we both felt there was unfinished business to take care of, the way she was nibbling and licking on my neck. I locked both doors and windows, except the one in our bedroom and the high up one in the bathroom; that way, the way the breeze was blowing, we'd get a nice cross-draft in the bedroom. The axe was ready on the floor, on my side of the bed. Anita had already been in the bathroom and when I got back from there, she was already under the sheet, black hair spread out over the pillow and a definite gleam in her eyes. Grinning at her, I shucked off my clothes and slid under the sheets with her. Almost before my head got to the pillow, Anita was back cuddled up to my side, her face back in its favourite spot; nestled in the crook of my neck. With the light out, the moonlight was streaming through the window. A breeze billowed the sheer curtains now and then and the night noises from outside the window became almost as clear, there in the bedroom as they would have been outside. We were both naked and I could feel the soft, smooth length of her pressing into my side; it wasn't long before our hands were all over one another. As 'frantic' as that may sound, it wasn't. Each of us took our time caressing and exploring, and it was done slowly, carefully, and in no particular hurry. As her fingers touched and slid slowly up and down my rock-hard cock, mine gently separated her folds and made long sweeping movements over her lips, dipping now and then to sample her wetness and transfer it to her clitoris, in tiny, feather-like touches. Our excitement mounted slowly but very intensely. I felt her small hands and fingers on my testicles, stroking and manipulating them gently. My mouth found her nipples and gently tugged them, until they were long and hard. Her mouth teased mine, nipping them softly between her teeth, sending flurries of sensation through me. At one point my fingers grazed her anus and the sharp intake of breath that resulted, brought them back to trace that puckered little opening and to press gently but firmly against its centre. When, after applying gentle circular pressure, until I felt her relax, my finger popped into her, there was a gasp of surprise....and, I thought, pleasure. One hand fore and the other aft, I let my fingers play at her openings, as her breathing quickened and her soft moans of pleasure filled the room. After a time, as if reading each other's minds, Anita rolled, spread-eagled on her back and I shifted myself over her; toes and elbows taking most of my weight, our bellies touching softly. Her hips spread and her long legs wound themselves around my body, her slim arms around my chest, her hands clasped in the middle of my back. I felt my throbbing penis pressing into her soft, smooth tummy and she levered herself upward to increase the pressure of that point of contact. From above her, I looked down on her flushed face; eyes half closed, a small smile on lips that she constantly dampened with the pink tip of her little tongue. I adjusted my body toward the end of the bed and we both moaned in pleasure, as the head of my cock brushed through her soft public hair and slit and settled, slightly between her swollen lips, in her groin. Pushing forward slightly, the head of my penis found and wedged itself at her entrance. "Yes, David" she whispered "Oh yessss!" as I felt myself slowly moving into her; the head passing through her sphincter-like gateway and opening her hot, wet tunnel as it slid slowly over her slick, moist, internal flesh. I could feel her insides expanding around my cock-head, as it moved upward in her body; speeding now, as she raised her hips off the bed and pressed toward me. It seemed like hours passed, as we slowly came together, my throbbing cock filling her, her hips moving in lazy circles under me. Finally, I felt the head of me touch her cervix and I remained motionless (except for the twitching of my cock, which I couldn't control). Her hips continued their sensuous, lazy circles and I could feel the pressure of her inner walls change on me, as they revolved. Always before, there was a certain sense of urgency in fucking, screwing, whatever you want to call it but, this time, although the instincts were there and operating normally, I was able to control them. I wanted, and I sensed that Anita did too, to feel every sensation prolonged to its ultimate; in other words, although we wanted to fuck like rabbits, through some form of non-verbal communication, we agreed to slowly screw our brains out. I started to move very slowly in and out of her and she caught the rhythm from the outset. As I moved in and out of her, I alternately raised and lowered my hips in relationship to hers, causing my cockhead to glide along the upper side of her on the way out and the base to press upward onto her clit and her public bone, on the way back in. We seemed to go on this way for a long, long time; I had no way of measuring the passing time, only to register and relish the sensations that rolled along my every nerve. Gradually, nature took over, in spite of my intentions, and I found the pace of entry and exit increasing. Thrust after thrust, Anita met and matched my quickening pace, until I was vaguely aware of the sound of slapping flesh as our bodies met. Without warning, the sexual tension suddenly mounted out of control and I found myself shooting my seed into her depths and felt her inner convulsions gripping me and milking me. Afterward, we slept. Several times I woke during the night, listened carefully for a time and then dropped back to sleep. Once I even got up and made a quick, bleary-eyed tour of the house. James hadn't showed up and, wherever he was, I hoped he'd stay there. ~/~ ~ To Be Continued In Part II ~ *************************** "Indian Summer - Part I" Copyright 2000 by 'Cagey'. Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, however, all commercial rights are reserved. 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