Mom had been gone for a month, and Michael and I were getting used to it being just the two of us. He'd taken a year off from the wrestling business and were there in the morning to get me off to school and there when I came home.

"Are you sure this won't be bad for your career?" I asked him one night.

He laughed.

"My boss tried to convince me it was a bad idea, but I know that's not true. Others have been gone too and come back. The fans have a longer memory than they are given credit for. Besides, I'm not even sure I'll go back. All the traveling, the wear on the body, has taken its toll over the last 15 years. The worst is hardly being home much, it's a miracle your Mom and I managed to build a relationship at all. I've made plenty of money, saved it, invested it, enough to live comfortably on. But even though I don't have to work, I will. I'm not the type to sit home all day. I can do conventions, independent matches here and there, which I will be doing during this year with you. My tag team partner of many years and I are still good friends, we've always talked about retiring one day, maybe start a wrestling school. Maybe when Mom is back we can get started on it, I'll just have to wait and see. But for now my main focus is you."

"That sounds great to me, Michael. I'd love to have you home more than you've been so far. Speaking of which, would you do some wrestling moves on me? I mean, you and Mom's bed is real soft and we can have blankets and pillows and stuff on it."

"You do realize you're a girl right?"

Yes I do. I knew it was a childish, boything to do this, but I just wanted an excuse for him to physically handle me.

"I'm bored, it could be fun."

He laughed again, got up, and took me by the hand and off to their room we went. I held my arms out to him when we got there.

"Come on, use those steroids."

"Ha! Ha! Aren't you the funny one, I haven't done steroids in 8 years."

"Sorry, bad joke."

"That's OK, sweetie. I was dumb enough to do them back in the day.

Finally we got down to it. As I lay on the mattress on my back, he grabbed my legs, drew me to him so my butt was on his lap, took hold under my shoulders, lifted me up and powerbombed me on the soft bed.

"Again."

At one point, I wrestled him down on his back, though he probably let me. He was about to sit up when I said;

"I'm so glad Mom married you."

"I'm glad a I married her too. She's a fantastic lady and she has a pretty great daughter as well."

I gave him a hug then. He didn't respond right away, but eventually his arms held me back, his fingers massaging me between the shoulder blades a little. I could have stayed there forever, it all felt so nice and cozy, why didn't girls do this with men all the time? I could have died when he gave my butt a couple of pats as he said we should be getting up. I wished he would have held it a little bit at least, but I guess he wasn't one of those men. Even if I had the guts to try the seduction thing, it would be useless. Towards bedtime we were sitting on the couch and I was getting tired, so I put my head on his big arm.

"Hold me a little," I said to him.

And he did, his large hand rubbing my arm and shoulder. It was soooo nice to sit there with him. For the following weeks, it became a nightly ritual for us. I got a little bolder, so when he rubbed my stomach and chest, I lifted my shirt up and put his hand on my skin, but sadly he removed his hand. I wouldn't give up, leaning tighter against him and lifted my shirt again.

"If you want a skinrub sweetheart I can do it on your back instead," he said.

Fine by me, I just wanted his warm hand on my skin. I sat straighter and raised my butt so he could get access under my shirt. Mmmmmh, I can't describe how nice all this was. When he stopped, I turned my body around and rested my upper body across his rockhard stomach.

"Can you keep rubbing my back until I fall asleep? Please?"

"OK, Ciji, I will."

His hand started going slowly up and down, only interrupted by going in small circles between my shoulderblades. I sighed heavily and tried to enjoy it as long as possible, but I was really tired and the treatment only made me drowsier. When I was conscious next, he was carrying me toward my room, his hands holding me under my butt for support. I nuzzled my face in the side of his neck.

"I love you, Michael." I sounded like a little girl.

"I love you too, honey."

Then we were in my room. I made no attempt to move when I was in bed, so Michael removed my socks. I couldn't very well sleep dressed, so with my non active state, Michael slipped off my tights and t-shirt for me and there I was just in my underwear. I knew he could see my chest and I wished it was bigger. Maybe then he would be more eager to cuddle with me. He quickly covered me up, so he was probably embarrassed to see me so bared. He kissed my cheek and told me to sleep tight. I passed out.

---

Sunday that week, I came back home after spending the night with my friends at one of their houses. We'd been dancing a lot, preparing for a performance at school a few weeks later, so I was wiped out when I found Michael sitting on the couch, legs stretched out in front of him. I sat between them, getting one strong leg on either side of me. As I sat back against his hard body, I reach my hands back and grabbed his thick neck. I sighed.

"Tired, sweetie?" he asked against my hair as he nuzzled it. That was a first. I liked it, a lot.

"We stayed up way late, got up too early, ate too much, not the best way to prepare for dance moves," I answered him, pressing my cheek to his.

Michael hugged me back as I hugged his neck, making it real snug and wonderful. Then I let him go, pulled my shirt up so that the hands that were resting on my stomach, landed on bare skin. I covered his hands so he couldn't remove them. I mean he could, but I made my intention clear. This time I wanted it. To his credit, he gave me what I wanted and I hoped he enjoyed the feel of my smooth and slim waist. Did I feel his groin harden there for a second? He adjusted his position so I might have imagined it. We sat like that for a while, me leaning back and Michael stroking my skin. Below my tiny breasts anyway. At least he was getting more comfortable with indulging my clingyness. As more weeks passed, our nightly ritual continued and I got more and more impatient for the moment to come. It drove my crazy too, because the under the shirt moments weren't frequent enough and to be blunt, I wanted him to touch my tits. They say boys are always horny, but if girls are anything like me, they're no better. I dreamed of Michael, fantasized about him when I masturbated, which was often. I talked to Alexandra on the phone about it, about him and she still insisted I should try to take things further.

"What do you have to lose? The worst that can happen is he says no."

I'd thought about it believe me. So one night I lifted my shirt to bare my chest, sinking lower to get them down to his hands.

"Honey, I can't touch you there. You're not old enough to do something like that with a man, or a boy, a girl your age isn't ready, even if she thinks so. I'm flattered that you trust me enough to let me do that, but it's not gonna happen."

I didn't really answer him, what do you say to someone who can think something so stupid? Why the hell would I ask if it would be a problem for me? For a few weeks after that Michael put a stop to the cuddles. That didn't stop me from flirting. I walked from the bathroom to my room after showers with my chest bared, brushed by him with my body and one night, snuck into his room, wearing nothing but some small underwear. Only Michael's legs were covered. I snuggled up next to him and put his hand on my chest, feeling the roughness of it against my nipples. Like I hoped he woke up. He asked me what I was doing there to no answer from me, because I started kissing him, rubbing my chest against his side. He scooted away, I followed.

"I'll do this every night if we don't start cuddling again. And you rub my chest when we do. It's all I ask, you don't have to like it, just do it because I want to. I know, I know, not old enough to consent, what a load of crap, I'll never give up."

With that I left. The next night I scooted down between his legs as he watched Criminal Minds. It was like we had never stopped, only added my breasts to the equation. If you can call them breasts yet, is there a size limitation or something?

"There will be no nipplefocus, understand? Just me not being afraid to be near them, just like if you were a boy."

"That's all I ask."

For now.

---

So, after that, his hands wandered underneath my shirt, and did my nipples ever grow hard when his hands slid over them. I could barely focus on whatever we were watching, if this was this pleasurable I can't imagine him doing things to other parts of me. In the end, I knew this wasn't gonna cut it, I needed more. Brushing by my nipples had me aching for him to keep playing with them. And when his hands were down by the waistband of my pants all I could think about was for him to go lower. And lower. As he massaged my chest, my hands were on my parted thighs. I bet if he would feel the incredibly smooth skin down there he'd love it. He certainly couldn't avoid seeing my thighs and crotch during this. Want me Michael, please want me. I was certainly not gong to give up now. Michael also gives some amazing backrubs. Pressing his strong fingers deeply into my skin, making me moan with pleasure. My shoulders drowned under his big palms as they worked on them gently before progressing with his fingers, one on each side of my spine, going slowly up and down. Sometimes he rested the other hand on my butt during this. On his lap I made sure to place my small buttcheeks onto his penis and on a few occasions it was not totally soft. Was this starting to work?

More and more I started stopping his hands when they were across my nipples.

"Please Michael."

He sighed.

"I like it when you touch me, can't you do it just for me."

"All right, Ciji. If it's so important to you, I'm not gonna fight you, but this can't go on forever. When something is for a man and a woman I will tell you and you will listen. Understood?"

"Whatever you say."

For now.

---

True to his word, he stopped fighting me all the time. My nipples got longer attention, he'd stroke and pinch them between two fingers and, holy shit! How could anything feel so, so...whatever word synonymous with amazing you wanna use. Not just the nipples themselves, but how he would feel my smooth chest, my almost babyfat-free stomach and circling the bellybutton before finishing with my tiny breasts and nipples. Did he build up to the moment he touched me there on purpose? If so, he sure knew what he was doing. I'd often have my legs in his lap and he got more touchy there to. By now the weather was getting to cold for shorts, so I'd cuddle with him in my shirt and underwear. He drew the line at shirtless. Jeez is he ever stubborn, but I'd break him down yet. I didn't need Alexandra to convince me to seduce him anymore, it was way to late for that. The more he touched me the more I wanted him to touch me. Sorry if I sound repetative, but I never tire of the feel of his hands on my skin, especially my thighs, as it turned out, probably because it's so close to you know where. I'd spread my thighs to get his long fingers on the inside. Knowing how extra smooth my skin is in that soft paradise (Alexandras words) I'd bet he'd really like it. Michael would knead them with his fingers and knuckles, squeeze both tender and firm. One night I asked if he could lay next to me until I fell asleep.

"Ciji, we should stick to this in the living room."

"Come on, I'm not tired and it will be really relaxing."

Mom says I have the perfect eyes for the irresistible Bambi look and now I used them to full effect. It sure made him relent. He's attracted to me isn't he! Anyway, I got down on my stomach with my arms crossed on my pillow, resting my chin on my hands, giving him a good look at the full length of my body. And to make my shirt slip over my tightly wrapped, panty clad butt.

"Where do you want it, sweetie?"

"All over, please."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered and I had to try not to giggle. The warmth of his palm started down at one of my ankles, expanding to both legs as he squeezed the fleshiest part of my calves for quite a while. Does that mean I have great legs? Arriving at my thighs, he started at the outside, aiming for the middle. He stroked the crack caused by my thighs being pressed together, but that wasn't enough for me so I parted my legs, inviting the much wanted arrival there.

"So soft," Michael said, like it was a surprise or something. It was wonderful to hear. I don't know if it was intentional but Michael bumped into where the slit between my legs was, drawing a small mewing sound of pleasure from deep in my throat. I lifted my butt a little and to his credit, he concentrated my buttocks a long while, giving them both quite a groping.

"This is one time only," he said, but didn't stop.

Right now I didn't care, all I wanted was to enjoy. Oh, God, he wasn't even touching my groin and it was like it was on fire, I could even feel myself getting a little wet. I humped the mattress, moaning, and came, squirting.

"Aaaahhhhh!!! I'm...I'm...."

My whole body was consumed with nothing but waves of pleasure, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

"This is wrong, so wrong," Michael muttered and it was sooooo hurtful to hear.

How can a feeling of happiness, such pure contentment like I'd just had in my chest be so quickly replaced by a heavy feeling of sadness? How could he say that? It was just a stupid orgasm that meant a lot to me. I turned to him with tears in my eyes.

"That was fucking mean," I said angrily. "What's wrong about it? I like you touching me, its brought me only joy and I'm happy when we're done, not hurt in any way. You're not abusing me you know, I asked you. I didn't do this to get an orgasm, it just happened. It's not the end of the world, the only thing that has hurt me is rejection. So, fine, I'll stay away from you, I won't bother you anymore."

"You...you're just to young to understand, but it's for the best. It's just that..."

Bullshit. If that's the attitude of society than the whole world is as stupid as he is.

"Just leave me alone," I interrupted him. "Get out!"

I'd never cried myself to sleep before, but I did now. I hate it when I'm a girl.

---

A month later, we hadn't done anymore cuddling, we talked, but things weren't the same anymore. Snow finally arrived, so Michael took me skiing. I got my first snowboard when I was 5 years old and Daddy was the one that taught me. I'm pretty good if I say so myself. I had so much fun I didn't wanna leave. Michael insisted since it was getting darker, but I insisted on trying the tallest slope. Honestly, I hadn't tried it before. Michael indulged me, but got nervous when I attempted some moves that were new to me and Mom wouldn't allow me. But I'd seen boys do it and what they can do so can I.

Big mistake.

I fell and I fell hard. It was steep and I couldn't stop my fall, I rolled and rolled, hitting the ground hard over and over, with one final bang on the head that knocked me out. When I came to, Michael was calling my name repeatedly. My goggles and glasses was gone. His face was too blurry to see if he looked concerned, but he certainly sounded like it.

"Come on, wake up, there you go."

Concern turned to anger.

"You shouldn't have done that, going for a flip for heavens sake, you know you should stay on your feet you little..."

He stopped himself, kissed me.

"...crazy...stubborn...foolish...wonderful...beautiful girl."

He gave me a stronger kiss for every word that came out. When he pulled me up in to an embrace we were slowly making out. I knew it, I knew he felt this way about me, if only we weren't so heavily dressed. You wouldn't think it was cold winter because his kisses sure made me feel warmer than ever. He got me to my feet and I nearly fell. He picked me up, carried me all the way to the car, where I waited while he fetched my snowboard. My goggles and glasses was lost in the snow. Back home, I was getting real cold, so Michael undressed me to my panties, did the same for himself (boxers mind you) and warmed me with his bodyheat. I shivered in his arms so he drew a blanket over us and lay on his back with me on top. He massaged my lower back with his thumbs. One thumb remained, as his other hand stroked me everywhere he could reach.

"Mmmmh, I feel sooo much better."

"Wait until morning, sweetie, you'll be stiff as a board."

"Sounds delightful."

I gave him a kiss, which he returned, finally he seemed completely at ease with us being as close as this.

"Not gonna push me away are you, Michael?"

"No, honey, you win, if something brings you pleasure and happiness, I'll do it."

I turned my head the other way and winced so he gave me a nice slow massage of my shoulders and neck.

"You're getting goosebumps, sweetie, I can feel your hair rise under my fingers."

"Huh?"

"The small peach fuzz on your skin."

"Oh, that."

As nice as this all was, after a while his hands finally went lower, crossing my back, my ass, my thighs and he lifted my leg up to stroke across the back of my calf.

"I think I wanna go to bed now, Michael."

So he picked me up. It's still a little scary how effortlessly he does that. As I wrapped my legs around him, he held me with one arm and stroked the skin under one of my feet with the other. I'm not ticklish so it's OK. As his finger rubbed the back of my toes, I made a fist with them, trapping it. Is there nowhere his touch won't be exiting? When he'd lowered me onto my bed I caught his eyes running over the length of my body. I'm glad I have a second pair of glasses because I wouldn't have missed that look for the world. A very interested look if I weren't mistaken. Maybe Alexandra was right; once a man gets a taste of a young girl, he won't be able to resist more. God, I hoped she was right.

He sat down on the edge of my bed, hand caressing the front of my legs, then progressing towards my thighs. I opened them up to find his fingers going up my inner thighs, towards my most private place. He pressed a few fingers against my cotton clad groin, making me gasp. Better than any touch I have ever felt before. In addition, he bent down and kissed my chest, sucking the full small bumps I have into his mouth as his tongue circled the nipples. I humped against his hand and he let me, with no restrictions.

"Is this what you want, Ciji?" he asked me, giving my lips a kiss.

I nodded. His kisses trailed across my forehead, down the bridge of my freckled nose, over it, the area underneath and across my lips. It was so damn wonderful, nothing could be more right than this.

"So red," he said of my lips, hand still rubbing my thrusting crotch as his continued face-exploration trailed my chin. He used the back of his fingers on my cheeks, up and down, so lovingly.

"I love you so much, your such a special man, Michael."

"I love you very much too, you horny little minx."

When he kissed my giggling lips I kissed back, making the kisses harder. I used my tongue on his teeth, my hands going up into his long hair, letting it flow between my fingers like water. He did the same to me, while parting his teeth and I searched for his tongue with my own. They met and it was pure electricity, it literally gave us a joint and we pulled back in pain. Our lips quickly and hungrily found eachother again though. Can a pussy ache from pleasure, because it sure felt like mine was. I humped his still exploring hand more urgently. Michael fingered my slit as I thrusted. I flung my arms around his neck.

"Push harder."

He did and my goal finally arrived, exploding pleasure filling me, wetness filling my panties, I could feel plenty of squirting coming out of me. I thought I was gonna pass out from sheer joy.

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES."

I'm gonna be such a dirty girl now because holy fucking, goddamn shitfuck, that fucking felt un-FUCKING-believable. I think minutes passed, because if such a thing is possible, I just had several multiple orgasms in a row.

Relaxed. Totally, blissfully relaxed. Everybody should always be this happy and satisfied all the time. War and evil would vanish if you could always make people feel as awesome as I did right then. My aches and pains from my fall seemed gone.

"Can I do something as nice for you, Michael?" I asked, brushing by his rockhard groin.

But he removed my hand.

"That's OK, this about pleasuring you, it's not about me. I don't wanna argue again, but I've gone too far already, lets stick to this."

"OK, Michael. If that's how it's gonna, be it's alright," I said before he left me to go to sleep.

And I meant it.

For now.