Message-ID: <33491asstr$1005887404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "The Paganist" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 23:44:30 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} New Story:Juliet 1/16(Mf) Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 00:10:04 -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: hecate, newsman {The Paganist} Juliet 1/16(Mf) This story is fiction. Agatha Christie didn't commit a chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world then you shouldn't read this. If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS! Go away. Visit another group. Leave us alone. If you do read this and find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem. I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming (at least you've taken the trouble to download the story and read it). The Paganist (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk) Juliet by The Paganist Chapter 1 A Promise is a Promise I was getting ready for the camping trip. I wasn't looking forward to it. I could see it turning into a disaster. Juliet came in to see how things were coming along. She was the only reason for this trip. Juliet was my neighbour's daughter. She was seventeen years old, short, had long red hair (natural), and was what most men would describe as decidedly buxom. Her lack of height gave her the look of an extremely sexy 14 year-old. Most men would have been looking forward to this trip so I'd better explain things so that you can understand. My name's John Short. I was married at 17, had two children (one of each), and was divorced at 26. My wife took the children and as much as she could screw out of me, and went off to live on her own (with another man). Things hadn't worked out for her but since we'd been on rough times for some time I saw that it would be a mistake to get together again. My neighbours name is Lorraine Van Castle. Her husband was violent and eventually she got rid of him when she saw the violence turning towards the kids. She's 31, short, buxom (that's where Juliet got her figure), and had two children; Juliet and Adrienne (15 long black hair, 4'6"short, tiny figure). Lorraine and I were good friends and we often had coffee or went to the beach together but I also liked my privacy and Lorraine enjoyed her holidays and kept count of the men she could pull. They all usually got on well together but over the past six months Lorraine had said several times that the girls had been arguing. This came to a head when Juliet found that her mother was going to be on holiday on her birthday. I promised to do what I could (I had little money after paying the bills and maintenance to my ex- wife) and asked her if there was anything I could do for her (Juliet had recently become embarrassed by her mothers behaviour on holiday, which she considered sluttish). Juliet immediately said that she wanted me to take her camping. I had committed myself and I was looking forward to this like a hole in the head. In my state of forced celibacy I had frequently fantasized about women and Juliet in particular (If you'd seen her you'd understand). Juliet had a virginal way about her, which only exacerbated my feelings, and I was just hoping that I could get through the next two weeks without incurring charges of indecent assault or rape (which wasn't in my nature - a fact that in many ways made things a damn sight worse). Having checked the camping gear I'd loaded most of it into the van (I had a blue transit - old but reliable). I'd bought a new tent last year, a five man tent, that consisted of a sleeping area and a living area, it was ideal for a man on his own but left a few thousand things to be desired for what I could see coming (you didn't need any paranormal gifts to see this). Despite pointing this out Juliet had been adamant. We'd seen Lorraine and Adrienne off on holiday and Juliet was in one of those exuberant excited moods that only come in late teens. Everything packed we were off. The campsite I'd chosen was eighty miles away and had all facilities and access to the beach (I new that Juliet enjoyed swimming). When we arrived at the site, I left Juliet to pick the spot. She wanted to get as near to the beach as possible. This also meant as far from the facilities as possible but having pointed this out she still wanted to camp there. It was her special holiday so I went along with it. After we'd been erecting the tent for about five minutes it started to rain and by the time it was up we were both soaked to the skin. Since we were already wet we decided to get the rest of the things organised in the tent so I unloaded the things from the van while Juliet organised them in the tent. I'd already told her about the idea of a dry inner region for sleeping and an outer living area where we could change out of our wet clothes. When I'd finished unloading the van and looked in the tent proper Juliet had just finished stowing everything. "I think we'd better get changed." I suggested. We dried ourselves and to my surprise Juliet seemed happy to remain in that state of semi-dress. I thought that it seemed stuffy to object after all most swimsuits show a lot more flesh than that so I kept quiet. We fired up the cooker and Juliet had a fresh brew of coffee ready and food cooking in no time (I wasn't even consulted). The rain had settled in for the day but I figured that it didn't matter that much since by the time we finished organising things most of the day was over anyway. After food, several coffees and some small talk Juliet needed the toilet and I thought that I might as well accompany her and do likewise. The rain by this time was getting set for some serious irrigation of anything out there. She slipped a short dress on and I wore a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. By the time we were 10 yards from the tent we were both soaked through to the skin. I waited for her outside the toilet for the return journey and she soon arrived. We didn't rush; there wasn't any point. As soon as we entered the tent, Juliet peeled off her dress, while I removed my tee shirt and jeans (the show was giving me an erection which was impossible to hide and was tenting out my briefs). I was feeling confused; the show was something never to be missed, but I saw other problems that made me want to be somewhere else; anywhere else. While we sat there we chatted about camping. She'd listened to me talking to Lorraine about camping when I was younger and my fishing trips and thought it sounded fun. A long time ago she decided that she wanted to go camping and had been looking forward to it ever since I said that I'd take her. "My clothes are still wet. I think I'd best take them off," she said. She slipped out of her scanty underwear and wrapped herself in a towel. I had to admit that I wished I could do the same but I didn't dare. The floor is an uncomfortable place and soon we were lying. And as the search for a comfortable position progressed we eventually settled to me sitting with her head on my lap. There must be some deep primordial instinct associated with this position because I suddenly realised that I was cuddling her and she was responding. This made me more confused than ever. It had been years since I'd had a close encounter and here I was with my neighbours kid almost naked in an escalating clinch. I didn't want her to feel pressed into any relationship especially with someone old enough to be her father; I'd endured one relationship that had turned sour and was in no hurry to do the same again. It was about this time that I also realised that I didn't want to end up as one of those bachelors for life characters that I'd become friends with at work. I was more confused than ever. I wanted to back off a little (or even a lot) so I decided to plant a brotherly kiss on the forehead. She turned her head towards me at just the critical time and we were in a deep kiss, which is the last thing I wanted but was enjoying far too much. I broke the kiss. In search of a break I suggested a coffee. She said okay and offered to do it for me. I declined with "I've got to light the petrol stove anyway," (I needed a break to think). While I lit the stove poured water and made coffee I said that I'd do the washing up while I was there. After a little thought I felt that things had settled and while I was in the outer tent told her that it would probably be a good idea to grab an early night so that we could get an early start tomorrow. This didn't sound convincing even as I said it but she accepted the idea and started making preparations in the inner tent. Washing up done (and everything else I could think of to give us a break, just to make sure) I took the coffees into the inner tent. The inflatable mattress was in place and the sleeping bags were zipped together to make a double and she was in there wearing a baby doll nightie waiting for me to join her. Her hair was braided in long plats and together with her large deep green eyes figure that some women would kill for and the freckles that often accompany true red hair she looked like a twelve year- old Lolita straight out of those kinky magazines. The little tuft of red pubic hair emphasised the transparency of the nightie and the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. "Will I do?" she asked. I knew that a few years of involuntary celibacy were about to go down the pan. I also knew that I was glad. ****************************************************************** *** Copyright (c) 2001 by The Paganist. Duplication without *** *** changes or omissions is permitted for personal, *** *** non-profit use. All other rights are reserved. *** *** (Permission may be available.) the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk *** ****************************************************************** <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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