Message-ID: <34419asstr$1009973406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Andrew Roller Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2002 07:00:43 PST X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2002 15:00:43 GMT Subject: {ASSM} girl patrol, chapter 13 Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 07:10:06 -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: gill-bates, dennyw Lines: 162 - NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit my FTP site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Roller/ <--click Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there. --------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note Perhaps a beneficial effect of the World Trade Center attack was that it blew my little pervert story, Girl Patrol, right out of existence. A writer is never happier than when he's running away from his writing, and what better excuse than the events of September 11, and its aftermath, for me to stop my story? Alas, Osama Bin Laden will have to get busy again, for my decadent tale has returned, at least for the moment. Here is chapter 13, which I thought I might never write. Andrew Roller Presents GIRL PATROL Chapter Thirteen I sat in the cold and dark rubbing sticks. I'd never been a boy scout, and unfortunately none of the girls had been campfire girls or anything like that. Becky watched me, her large eyes staring at the sticks, waiting for the flames that would warm her little body... if, that is, I could ever get a damn spark. Kim got up. She was restless. She seemed a little worried. Kim was nowhere to be seen. We shouted for her now and then, but no one shouted back, and the only sound we could hear was that of a bird, somewhere, hooting in the distant tree or perhaps in a nest in the tall grass. We were in the great plains, or something like them. Grassland seemed to go on forever, there under that dark sky, illuminated now fitfully by the moon. The ancient satellite seemed to be playing hide and seek with us, teasing us, showing us our surrounds for a moment only to dart again behind the clouds. I could hear the grass rustling when the wind blew. Whole fields were out there. I guess it might have been wheat once, but it had long since evolved beyond that, into something long and slightly strange, with occasional little pods of seeds but otherwise just long and swishy, rippling in the air that seemed to caress it like a lover. The lovemaking stopped and there was just silence. I rubbed the sticks harder. I swore under my breath. Suddenly there was a flash of light, fleeting, here and then gone again. "You almost got it!" Kim shouted, her voice carrying across the open plain. I rubbed more vigorously still. "Huwwy," Becky said. Her teeth chattered. "I'm trying," I said. My frustration was evident. "Haven't you had lots of practise?" Kim asked. There was an innocence in her voice that failed to warn me what was coming. "Practise?" I asked, rubbing harder. "I mean, you didn't have a girlfriend until you met us, right?" Kim asked. "Right," I said. "So you must have rubbed your thing, huh? Don't guys do that?" Kim asked. I blushed. "Yes, guys do that," I said. In my embarrassment I rubbed even harder and suddenly there was another spark. A blade of grass swished helpfully toward my hands and suddenly the spark was on the grass, lighting it. "Fire!" Becky yelled gleefully. The grass was dry and soon a considerable blaze was going, a good three feet in diameter. We crowded around it, loving it, feeling it warm the air and holding our hands out to it. Jan appeared out of the darkness. We looked up at her all smiles and relief, but she held her arm up as if the fire scared her. "Look Jan, fire!" Becky yelled. "Gosh, it's kind of bright, don't you think?" Jan asked. "Fires generally are," Kim answered, pushing even closer to the flames. Jan held back. I looked at her in the moonlight. She was more beautiful than ever. I could hardly take my eyes off her. She was a brunette, and generally I liked blondes best, i.e. Kim, but suddenly I found myself deciding that Jan was the prettiest after all. Her skin seemed to glow in the pale white light of the moon, cringing back from the fire. I couldn't put my finger on why she looked so lovely to me, but I found myself licking my lips, and feeling my crotch harden. Sure, she was just nine years old, but what a gorgeous chick! Her black leather outfit seemed to fit more tightly than ever. Her tits seemed plumper, eminently suckable. Her legs seemed longer, her midriff even more compact, her belly ever more slender and delicate. With slightly larger breasts she would put Barbie to shame, I told myself, and that was saying a lot. I think in that moment if she had asked me to leave the warmth of the fire and go off with her into the cold dark night I would have, I had, at the time, no idea why. Suddenly Jan's fear of the fire didn't seem unusual as the flames leapt out into the grass. Our three foot circle of flames became six feet. A moment later it was nine, and we were running. "Fire! Fire!" Becky screamed, and she wasn't happy any more. We ran downstream, the flames seeming to chase us. A gust of breeze and the nine foot wide circle became 12, and Jan was out ahead of us, fleeing almost as fast as the breeze itself. "Good God! The thing's out of control!" Kim screamed to me. "I know!" I answered. The flames roared behind us and I broke out into a sweat. The wraith vampires had failed to get us, the werewolves had died trying, but this inanimate thing just might succeed. It was turning into a monster behind us, fueled by nothing but dry grass, and occasional gusts of wind. We stumbled into the river. It was our only hope. We found ourselves enveloped in smoke and had to swim out farther. I grabbed hold of Becky as she struggled, weary after a long day, to stay afloat. Kim dogpaddled toward me. Jan did too, and I reached out for her, having a choice between the two, choosing Jan because she was so fucking lovely. Kim, despite being a blonde, would have to fend for herself, at least until I got Jan safely beside me. "Thanks," Jan said, as I drew her close, holding Becky with my other hand. "Sure," I huffed, struggling to make sure I kept my head above water as I coped with the added weight of the two girls. Jan got very close to me, smiling broadly, and I wanted to kiss her wet lovely lips, despite coughing a little at the thick smoke billowing over us as we splashed farther out into the river. It was then that I noticed Jan wasn't breathing. She was swimming hard, doing a kind of dog paddle, but there was nothing moving out of her mouth. Or in, either. She just smiled and seemed to bob on the water, exerting herself but not needing any air, not coughing from all the smoke either. Then I noticed her fangs. And a moment later her smiling so-kissable lips were up against my neck. I felt a sharp pain. I blacked out for a moment, and lost hold of Becky. I felt my heart jump, as if missing a beat, and to my alarm it seemed as if my life force were being drained from me. In the distance I heard Kim scream, and it sounded as if little Becky were drowning, gurgling sounds coming from somewhere on my left, where she had been just a moment before. I yelled. I struggled. Kim hung on tight, like a leech. Then I blacked out again, drowning in darkness, breathing in water where before there had been smoke-laden air. 30 ---------------- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls! ----------------- -- More stories at: http://groups.google.com/ Search by typing: roller666@earthlink.net Click on "Power Search" Change "standard" archive to "complete" archive. -- Other providers: IFLC: http://assm.asstr-mirror.org and http://asstr-mirror.org Anya's Lil' Hideaway: http://www.insatiable.net/ Silver: http://www.mr-yellow.com/goodies The Backdrop Club: http://www.backdrop.com Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated -- Great art books by David Hamilton and Jock Sturges are at: http://www.amazon.com http://bn.com (photos of naked little girls) -- Naked little girls/politics: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Man/boy love: http://www.nambla.de Politics: http://www.lp.org http://www.isil.org http://www.fear.org http://www.fija.org http://www.aclu.org -- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 2001 by Andrew Roller. 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