July 7

Sara arrived at Greg's house bright and early Saturday morning, dropping off her backpack before taking Belzer for his walk. Greg had told her to bring some nicer clothes for the day. After they returned and Sara had changed she approached Greg tentatively.

"Greg?" she asked timidly.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"I was thinking. It would be so much easier if I didn't always have to bring things back and forth. Do you think... I could leave a few clothes here?"

Greg smiled at Sara's nervousness. "Of course. I have plenty of room. I even have a spare bedroom. If you want you can keep whatever you want." He took Sara in his arms, holding her close. They kissed.

Sara snuggled close laying her head on his chest. She never felt so happy as when she was with Greg. It wasn't just the physical. She simply felt comfortable, at ease when he was with her.

After a moment and with a pat on her butt he said; "Okay! Let' get this show on the road!" Since it was such a beautiful day he had decided to take the convertible.

"You still haven't told me where we're going." Sara asked, showing all of the impatience of youth. Wherever they went she would be happy but Greg had piqued her curiosity by being mysterious.

"Oh, it's not that big a deal. I thought you might enjoy a day of culture. It's not far - an hour or so. And what better day to be riding with the top down with a beautiful young lady." Greg glanced over at Sara and put one arm around her. She was indeed a vision. The wind blew her hair about that lovely face, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. She had decided on the black skirt and white blouse she had worn two weekends before. No one would confuse her with an adult but it did give her the appearance of someone who was perhaps 15.

As they drove Greg asked her how the school intake went. Sara huffed in indignation. "I had to write tests! Can you believe it? No warning, and in the summer!"

Greg suppressed a chuckle at her youthful indignation in the unfairness of the world. "How do you think you did?"

"Oh, who knows? I didn't finish any of them but they said not to expect to. They said the tests were to place me in the proper classes. I got to see who would be in school with me. A couple girls from last year were there." Sara was a little pensive over that; worried they might spread rumors about her mother.

They had driven into the city center. There was a special exhibit of impressionist artists. 'Monet and Manet: Two impressions'. Greg asked Sara, "Have you ever been to an art gallery?"

"No, I've seen a few things on the internet. I don't think I understand what makes a picture great art." Sara answered with that thoughtful look she had when trying to figure something out.

"Don't worry. No one does. Some people make a career of pretending but really it should be what you like. Manet and Monet were early Impressionists. I prefer realism but these two are exceptions for me." Greg took her hand as they entered looking to the world like father and daughter.

Once inside they began to stroll through the exhibits. Greg had worried this sort of day would bore her but his concern was unfounded. Sara showed the same insatiable curiosity as she did in all things.

At first they wandered through the various lesser exhibits. Many were modernist and postmodernist. Neither was too impressed. At one painting of various random shapes they stood behind two connoisseurs waxing poetic over the artist's genius.

Greg started imitating their gushing praise and gestures. Sara's tried unsuccessfully to smother giggles. When one of the bon vivants turned in irritation Greg made apologetic noises, murmuring something about 'kids these days!'

After they had moved on Sara poked Greg with her elbow. "Oh sure! Blame me when you made me laugh." But even with her attempt at stern words, she was still giggling over Greg's antics.

Eventually they arrived at the main exhibit. They had paired various paintings of each artist usually with an eye to contrasting their subject matter.

"If I had to say what drew me to these two it's the way they seem to catch the spirit of the times, France in the 19th century. I think I like the way Manet showed ordinary people, something you might have seen on a Parisian street", Greg explained. They perused the various works: The Absinthe Drinker, The Road Menders.

Sara studied the paintings intently. "What is absinthe?" Greg explained the spirit and it's history especially with artists.

They moved onto Monet's works from his Water Lily series. Sara gasped softly at the paintings. "That looks like where we went camping!"

"Yes, I thought that too." They considered the various works for some time, not speaking. Sara leaned against Greg, resting her head against him. They both savored the memories of their camping trip the paintings evoked. Greg slipped an arm around her waist.

Their reverie was broken by another group of patrons entering. They separated so as to not draw attention. Sara mused idly, "It would be nice to have one of these for yourself."

"It would. Although the price is a little steep." Greg answered with considerable understatement.

"Oh? You really can buy them?" Sara asked, surprised.

"If you can afford it. One in this series went for about eighty million."

Sara gulped. "Dollars??" When Greg nodded, Sara's practical side showed. "I guess a copy would work just as well."

"Indeed." Greg agreed. "I visited Giverny, where he did many of these paintings. It's a beautiful part of France."

As noon approached they decided to go for lunch. Greg chose an upscale restaurant. The maitre de seated them, complementing Sara by calling her Greg's 'lovely daughter'. She smiled but did not correct him. She secretly thrilled at the clandestine nature of their relationship.

After a leisurely lunch they decided on some shopping. As Greg parked, Sara balked, not wanting to impose on Greg. "You don't have to."

He insisted. "I don't have to. I want to. I'm not trying to buy you. I love your independence, your integrity. But I'll tell you a secret", he whispered conspiratorially. "When a man buys pretty clothes for a lovely young woman, he is buying them more for himself." Greg put a finger to her chin and turned her face to his. Sara returned his smile. He leaned forward. They shared a soft kiss.

"Ok then let's go!"

Inside they made their way to the 'young miss' department. A sales lady not too much older than Sara was eager to assist Greg with choosing clothes for his 'daughter'. He left Sara in her charge so he could do some shopping on his own with a fatherly caution not to get anything 'too racy'. Sara tried to hide a smile at Greg's paternal charade.

On his own, Greg made a beeline for the jewelry shop. He figured Sara would be occupied for at least an hour trying on various things. He hadn't forgotten Sara had borrowed jewelry from her mother and thought she would appreciate some of her own.

Of course in having a Y chromosome, he was utterly incompetent at selecting the right items. With the effusive help of a sales lady - she was on commission, Greg was sure - he decided on a necklace and earrings. The necklace was a platinum chain with entwined hearts pendant. The earrings were one-carat diamond studs. On a whim he also picked up a second pendant. He thought a cross might be appropriate considering the school she would be attending.

By the time he had returned to the clothes store Sara and the sales girl had amassed quite the pile of frilly things and Sara was still trying on yet more. She looked at him guiltily. "Gr-Dad, I wasn't going to get all of them. These are just the 'maybes'."

Greg looked at the sales girl for a tally of the of the damage and he had to suppress a startled look. How could clothes with so little material cost so much? He gave the girl his credit card as they collected up Sara's purchases and said, "No problem honey."

Once they had everything packed up and were on the road again Sara asked in that quiet, tentative voice; "Greg? That wasn't too much, was it?"

"Sara, no male can fathom the cost of women's clothes, but it isn't that much. It's not like I have to worry about paying the mortgage. It is worth it to see you enjoying yourself. I remember that sad little girl on a park bench back in May." Greg glanced over at this sweet treasure. "When I see the how happy you are, that wonderful smile; when I think of how much joy you brought into my life; this" - he gestured at the packages in the back, - "is nothing. Nothing at all." With that he stretched his right arm out around her as she snuggled next to him. "Besides, if you are going to keep things at my place then you might as well have clothes to leave there." He sealed his rationale with a kiss on her forehead.

As Greg pulled into the driveway, Sara whispered in his ear; "Mom will be gone until tomorrow afternoon. I don't have to be home tonight". Greg felt her warm breath and the slightest touch of her lips to his earlobe.

They got everything out of the car and Sara immediately proceeded to fill up all of the spare closet space with her new purchases. She shooed Greg away and told him to go sit while she prepared to model her new clothes for him. Sara turned down the lights and insisted he sit in the big recliner while she changed.

Greg decided to enhance the mood by lighting a few candles. He had a glass of wine as he waited.

"Are you ready?" Sara called out.

"Always" What followed was a dream come true for Greg. Sara paraded each and every outfit she had gotten that day, posing so that he could see her from each and every angle. He wondered if this was 'not too racy' what the sales girl thought was! Actually it wasn't that risqué. Sara was simply a beautiful girl who delighted in posing for Greg. She positively beamed when he praised her. He was being sincere, she knew. His arousal was evident to her. She made certain to brush up against him - ever so lightly.

Greg marveled at Sara. Whatever the outfit, she was stunning. Sara pointed out the highlights of each outfit, how it flattered this, or hid that flaw. Greg had yet to see a flaw yet.

"I like this dress the most" Sara said, straining to see how her butt look in it. The dress in question was what he guessed they called a cocktail dress. It was black, very tight and had a hem so high it barely covered her butt. As well the bodice was so tight and specifically shaped to make even her slight cleavage prominent.

Greg took her hand as she twirled around in front of him and brought it to his lips. He murmured softly as he let his lips graze across her fingers, kissing the tips. She came closer to him. Slowly she climbed up onto his lap. As she did so Greg saw that her panties were new as well. It was a black lace thong. He was surprised they made such lingerie for girls as young as Sara. She sat on his lap, facing him. The dress rode up so that only his pants and her thong separated his straining erection from her pussy. Greg, once again, melted into those big brown eyes. Sara began grinding her hips against him, slowly. Her hands clasped the back of his neck as she leaned in to him, her lips to his. Her hair cascaded around them both. She loved sitting on his lap like this. Greg's hands caressed her back, her butt. He cupped those wonderful cheeks that just filled his hands, aiding her movement against his groin.

"Sara," he whispered, "I have never been so happy... so... in love." They kissed. Their lips touched, now so familiar. It felt so right. "I," he paused, "do, love you."

She kissed him more passionately, urgently. Hearing those words from him meant more than anything. She hugged him to her chest. Her lips near his ear she whispered, "I have another outfit but it's not new" her eyes danced and sparkled with mischief. Before Greg could say anything Sara jumped out of his lap and ran to the bedroom to change.

Greg was taken aback by the abrupt change, as she slithered out of his embrace but nevertheless collected himself and had a sip of wine. He wondered how he had come to deserve the love of someone as wonderful as Sara.

Sara peaked her head around the corner of the hallway. "Are you ready? Turn on the stereo. I have the play list all set. Greg did as he was instructed and was greeted by Britney Spears' song 'Hit me baby one more time'. His mouth opened in a silent 'Oh'.

Sara appeared before him in her school uniform, swaying to the music. The white shirt was unbuttoned. Her black lace bra was visible. The unbuttoned shirt plunged to her navel where it was tied in a knot. She had shortened the length of the skirt so that as she swayed and twirled in rhythm to the music Greg caught glimpses of her matching black thong.

'Oh baby, baby,
How was I supposed to know?'

Sara's movements were unpolished, little self-conscious and utterly enchanting. That she was obviously nervous at putting on this show for Greg only made it more arousing to him. She wanted so desperately to please Greg. She did not understand that simply by being Sara she filled him with such profound happiness.

'My loneliness is killing me'

Sara sang softly along with the song, her eyes were half closed as she immersed herself in the flow of the music. She danced closer to Greg, then back. She had spent some time practicing. She wanted to completely seduce him. When she moved closer Sara allowed her hands to play over him - touching his legs, his thighs. Her fingertips grazed over his obvious erection, then she lowered her head to his lap.

'Show me,
How you want it,
To be'

Sara blew softly on the fabric of his pants. Greg groaned at the sensation of Sara's hot breath on his cock. His hands grasped her head to his groin, tangling his fingers into her hair. Sara pressed her lips against the outline of his erection, tracing it, defining it through his pants. Her hands circled his waist, pulling him to her.

'When I'm not with you
I lose my mind'

Greg gazed down at this beautiful nymphet's head buried in his lap. His hands were lost in that mass of red curls. The green plaid of her skirt just barely covered her butt. A low moan escaped his lips as his head fell back, eyes closed.

'Give me a si-i-i-gn'

Sara lifted her head then pulled herself up along Greg's body. They gazed into each other's eyes, Greg's a slate gray and Sara's a honey brown that smoldered and mesmerized him. He could feel every inch of her body as it slid across his. Sara unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands played across his chest. She loved the soft feel of his chest hair and the definition of muscles underneath. This was her man.

'Hit me baby one more time'

Once more sitting in his lap she pressed his head to her nascent bosom. Greg kissed her nipple through the black lace of her bra. He inhaled deeply of her. Sara smelled of freshness, of innocence; but at the same time, of passion and desire. Greg could feel the slick wetness of precum in his pants. Sara felt herself getting wet as well. Her new underwear was slick from her own excitement.

There was a moment of silence as the song ended. Greg's head was still nestled at Sara's breast. He whispered, "Where did you learn to do that?"

Sara smiled coquettishly. "Oh, a girl has her ways; music videos and stuff. You would be surprised what's on the net. In truth she had looked up exotic dance and had practiced at home in front of a mirror.

The next song was 'Crazy' as Sara got up from his lap, swaying to the music. She was losing her inhibitions about performing as she went on.

'Oh, baby, I'm so into you
You've got that something
What can I do?'

Sara murmured the lyrics almost to herself. Her eye's half closed she let her hands roam over Greg's body. She felt the definition of his chest muscles, the soft hair - not too much she thought, just enough to show he was a man. She loved exploring every inch of his body. She played with his nipples, flipping them gently between her fingers, watching as they hardened - like hers did but of course his were smaller. She leaned forward, putting her lips to one, kissing softly.

Greg thrilled at the touch of her lips. He felt the wetness of her mouth, then her tongue licking one, then the other. She sucked his nipple into her mouth. He could feel her teeth against his skin, always so gentle. He felt her hands slowly sliding down to his waist.

'Every time you look at me
My heart is jumpin' it's easy to see'

From his waist, Sara's fingers traveled over his stomach. She played with his bellybutton, kissing it. Sara moved her head lower. She used her teeth to pull open his pants making a 'Grrrr' sound as she did so. Greg lifted his hips and allowed her to slide his pants down. He was already hard from Sara's performance.

Once the pants were out of the way, Sara began stroking Greg's erection through his briefs. "Somebody wants to come out and play?", she said in a teasing voice. She took the head of his penis into her mouth and blew hot breath through his underwear.

'You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep
I'm so excited, I'm in too deep
Ohh crazy but it feels alright'

Together they slid off Greg's briefs. His cock, freed from its constraints, sprang to attention. Sara immediately began to give it her full attention. She didn't know if it looked different from any other but she thought it was beautiful. Sara put her tongue to the tip, already slick from precum. It was a familiar taste to her now. 'Wow, I've become so worldly' she thought to herself. She licked his shaft with long slow strokes, particularly the underside. That seemed to especially excite Greg.

He let out a low groan as if to confirm. Greg thrilled at Sara's touch regardless of which part of his body it was but the sensation of those warm soft lips and wet tongue on his cock was incredible. He lifted his head to watch Sara. She looked up at him. Their eyes met. Hers sparkled with the pleasure she was giving him.

Another song began playing.

'I'm not a girl
Not yet a woman'

Sara had another surprise for Greg. She had been practicing at home. Her mother had been mystified at Sara's sudden concern over getting cucumbers that were just the right size....

Greg watched as she took a deep breath and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Slowly she slid it into her mouth. Each time she took it a little further. She kept her eyes on Greg's. She wanted to see his reaction as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Greg was in heaven. He would have closed his eyes so as to magnify the sensation but he was transfixed at the image of his lovely red haired Sara taking his penis fully into her mouth. Those ruby red lips stretched wide around his shaft. With each stroke she went just a little deeper until those lips were pressed against his pubis. He was amazed that Sara had been able take all of him. 'She was so small!' he thought.

'All I need is time
A moment that is mine
While I'm in between'

Greg's hands stroked Sara's hair as she slid his cock in and out of her mouth. He loved playing with her hair. After what seemed like an eternity of euphoria Sara let his penis pop out of her mouth as she breathed heavily. The sparkle in her eyes was from how much she loved pleasing him. Greg adored that simple selfless love she had for him, and he for her.

'I'm not a girl
There is no need to protect me
It's time that I
Learn to face up to this on my own'

Sara smiled at Greg and his heart melted again. She climbed up onto to his lap again. This time his bare skin pressed against her, still in the schoolgirl uniform although the shirt was completely unbuttoned and hanging loose. He could feel his erection against her panties. He could see the black lace of her bra as she sat in his lap facing him. He brought his hand to her cheek, caressing her as she leaned toward him. They kissed. They both smelled of sex.

She whispered into his ear. "I... love... you, too." Greg still hadn't climaxed but the feeling of Sara grinding against him, her soft whispers left him on the edge.

'I've so much more than you know now
So don't tell me to shut my eyes'

"Where did you learn that?" he asked with a husky voice.

Sara had that mischievous look and simply said, "A girl has her secrets"

"Well then, maybe I'll have to tickle it out of you!" Greg ran his fingers over her ribs and stomach where he knew she was ticklish. Though it didn't last too long as he found himself smothering her high pitched laughter with passionate kisses.

"Let's go to the bedroom", he whispered and immediately picked Sara up in his arms. She seemed light as a feather in his arms. Once in the bedroom he set her down but not on the bed. "I want to undress you", he said.

She stood before him a disheveled schoolgirl; Her was hair wild, her cheeks flushed from their play. The shirt was unbuttoned and completely untucked from her green plaid skirt. He began by sliding the shirt off of her milky shoulders crossed only by the black lace strap of her bra.

'I'm not a girl
But if you look at me closely
You will see it in my eyes
This girl will always find
Her way'

Greg knelt before Sara. His hand caressed her thighs up under her skirt. He kissed her stomach and then slid the skirt down. Now wearing just the black lingerie Greg gazed at this beautiful girl. Her legs, impossibly long for someone so petite, widened only slightly at her thighs, showing the merest hint of approaching womanhood. The black lace of the thong merely obscured the smooth hairless lips of her pussy. Her hips widened just enough to suggest puberty. The bra was totally unnecessary for support. It barely concealed the slight swelling of her nascent breasts, her nipples visible through the lace pattern.

'I'm not a girl
Don't tell me what to believe
Not yet a woman
I'm just trying to find the woman in me'

Still kneeling, Greg clasped Sara to him, nuzzling his face into her breast. His voice muffled; "Now I know what inspired the great artists. If I had any kind of talent you would be my muse."

Greg began sliding Sara's underwear down her legs. They were moist from her excitement. She wriggle her hips as if to help him but really just thrilled in arousing him. Standing he fumbled with the clasp of the bra.

Sara giggled. "I thought someone with all your worldly experience would be better at it." She reached around to help him but he insisted on doing it himself.

"They make these things hard to open on purpose!" he said in mock annoyance. After a little more fumbling he succeeded with an exclamation of, "A-Ha!"

Sara stood before Greg completely nude. She was still a little self-conscious but something about Greg gave her confidence in herself. She knew she could trust him completely. And she knew he was aroused by her. His cock was still fully erect. 'I did that!', she thought.

Greg took her into his arms as they kissed and fell to the bed. Sara moved to continue her ministrations but Greg stopped her. "It's my turn" he said with a smile. "Let's try it a little different." He laid down on his back and had her straddle his face.

"Kinky!" she said in a devilish tone.

Greg grasped Sara's butt as she mounted him. He began licking at her already wet pussy, with long strokes of his tongue. He swirled his tongue around her swollen clitoris and sucked it into his mouth. Sara began grinding against his face as her excitement rose.

Sara cried out in an almost agonizing pleasure at Greg's touch. Her hands grasped his head reflexively moving him in synch with her thrusts. She threw her head back, her lovely hair cascading down her back. She was on the edge of orgasm already. The erotic dance show she had put on for Greg had excited her as much as it had him. 'More', she thought. In this position she controlled the pace so Greg was unable to bring her to the edge of climax and then prolong it.

Sara didn't care. She went faster and faster, crying out as orgasm washed over. Her nerves jangled at the hyper-sensations. Greg felt her pussy get even wetter. She screamed out Greg's name. Her thighs spasmed around Greg's head as he mashed his face into her pussy. He could feel her entire body shudder.

Then her body relaxed. She sighed softly in the afterglow. Weak from the exertion, Sara gingerly lifted herself off of Greg and cuddled into his arms. They both had a thin sheen of perspiration. Greg's face was wet from her juices. Sara kissed him regardless as she cuddled in his arms.

They lay together in silence for a while as Sara basked in the afterglow. Her fingers played idly with his chest hair as her breathing slowed. She looked down his body at his still erect penis. "Oh dear! I had all this fun and your poor guy is still looking for love". Sara let her hand wander down his body.

"Never fear. We'll get there. We have all night after-all", he said. "But I am still wondering: Where did you learn all that?"

Sara's hand had found his penis. She stroked it as she explained how she had practiced with a cucumber. She was a little embarrassed as she thought Greg would think of it as something a silly little girl would do. He thought it was endearing. "But as a guy I have to ask: who is bigger?"

Sara laughed at his pretend jealousy. "You are, but the cucumber has a better personality ." As they talked she continued to play with his penis. Although, she mused, she had come to think of it as hers, a wonderful delightful penis that belonged to her and her alone.

"Greg?" Sara asked in that uncertain voice he had come to know. "Don't you wish - ummm - Do you like the way I look? I mean I hardly have any boobs at all."

Greg considered this beautiful girl. "To some guys big boobs are important. Those guys are boobs! Sara, you are beautiful." As if to prove it he bent down and kissed one breast. "In any case nature will have it's way. They will grow. But for me it doesn't matter. It is you I love, not some body part."

The words reassured her. She snuggled close and continued to play with him, kissing his chest as she did so. Sara's kisses began to move lower on his body. She found herself getting excited again. More importantly she wanted to finish job she started.

As she dipped her head to his cock once more, Greg encouraged her to lay on top of him in a 69. Sara wriggled about to get comfortable. This was a new perspective for her. 'My how worldly I've become' she thought to herself. She worried that Greg was find her too heavy.

Greg barely felt her weight. She seemed as light as a feather. He could feel the length of her body against his as she moved about. Greg brought his mouth once again to her, kissing those hairless lips. They were flushed from all of their play, but so firm - never having taken a man. He slid his tongue in, marveling at the tightness of even something as small as his tongue

Giving oral sex was almost as enjoyable for Greg as receiving. He thought it must be pheromones below the conscious sense of smell but pleasuring a woman always gave him a raging hard-on. His hand gripped her taut buttocks pressing her pussy into his face.

Even though she had just climaxed less than an hour ago, Sara was once more getting aroused by Greg's tongue. He seemed to know just where to touch her. She whispered, "Hello there" to his still engorged penis and kissed the bulbous head. Her tiny hands massaged his balls as she looked at this wonderful thing. Sara realized she was becoming quite familiar with it: the shape, the texture, the taste She took the head into her mouth and licked it like a lollipop. I was a little hard for her to concentrate as before with Greg's tongue swirling around her pussy - especially when he touched that spot.

Sara persevered and took a deep breath. She started taking his cock into her mouth, letting it slide a little deeper each time. Sara let her teeth drag lightly over the underside of his shaft and was rewarded by a muffled groan from Greg.

'A-ha!' she thought. 'He likes that!'.

Each time she slid his cock deep into her mouth she would hold it there, her lips pressed into his pubic hair for as along as she could and then slowly as it slid out she again dragged her teeth, eliciting another muffled groan. It seemed to drive Greg into a frenzy. He sucked the little nub of her clitoris into his mouth, his tongue swirling around furiously.

This drove Sara to distraction as well. She was having trouble paying attention to her sucking as Greg's was bringing her closer to another orgasm. She would have screamed in pleasure but for his throbbing erection in her mouth.

Then just as she had taken Greg fully into her mouth, she felt his entire body shudder as he came. His come shot deeply in her throat and she could feel his shaft spasm. Even in the throes of orgasm he never stopped pleasuring Sara. In fact he was more frenzied, almost reflexively sucking as much of Sara into his mouth as he could.

Sara felt herself on the edge. She lifted her head, letting his spent cock slip of her mouth. She cried out as orgasm crashed through her trembling body. Both she and Greg felt her extra wetness. Her groan trailed off to a soft sigh as she lay her head on Greg's thigh. She gazed at Greg's now shriveled penis glisten from saliva and cum and kissed it once more.

After a few moments Sara clambered about so she could cuddle with Greg in the musky afterglow of their lovemaking. For a time the only sound was their breathing as it slowly returned to normal.

Once he could speak, Greg said, "My God, Sara. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had." He pulled her closer, caressing the flushed skin of her breast, playing with her nipple.

Sara snuggled closer, pulling Greg's other arm to her waist. "Me too." Then she considered, and with a glint in her eye, added; "Well, maybe in the top three."

Greg squeezed her tight and kissed her on the top of her head. "Oh you little minx!" He inhaled the scent of her hair. "Have you been stepping out on me?"

Sara giggled as her hand reached down to play with his penis. It was all soft and sticky now.

They lay together for some time, talking idly about everything and nothing. Their hands explored each other, touching here and there as if reassuring each of the reality of the other. They put hands together, palm to palm, comparing. Hers was tiny and petite, his was much larger and weather by decades more of living.

"Maybe we should get cleaned up?" Sara suggested.

Greg sighed. "Yes, sounds like a good idea." He groaned as he got up and they both padded to the bathroom and ran the shower , waiting for it to get steamy and hot. Sara stepped in first. Greg was once more entranced by the vision that she was. As she took a dainty step into the showery, Greg watched the water cascade over Sara and beaded on her skin. That wonderful hair became soaked, changing her appearance but no less beautiful. Greg stepped in with and they embrace under the deluge.

"Time to get down to business." Greg said as he soaped up a wash cloth. Kneeling, he began to wash Sara, obscuring her beautiful body with lather. When he reach her face he put a dab of soapy foam on the tip of that pert little nose.

"Grinning, Sara said "Ok, my turn" She enjoyed washing him as much as he had. She loved the feel of her hand on her body, feeling the definition of his muscles beneath. Sara devoted much attention to his penis, murmuring under breath. "Have to get you clean". It was soft but due to her attention she could feel a little bit of life coming back.

Once they made sure each crack and crevice was clean - especially the crevices, they rinsed off and wrapped themselves in big soft bath towels. Sara said she had gotten some pajamas too but insisted Greg not put anything on. Greg was treated the sight of Sara putting on white baby doll pajamas. The panties had a ruffled bottom while the top was translucent enough for him to see the outline of her body, her nipples protruding.

They curled up in bed together. Her hair was still damp against his skin. She stroked his chest lightly with her fingertips as they drifted off to sleep.

July 8

Greg woke first. Sara was still curled up next to him, breathing softly in that regular manner of sleep. The blankets had fallen away from their entwined bodies. Greg was completely naked, while Sara was a vision in her white baby doll pajamas. He strectched lazily while trying to not disturb Sara. She shifted slightly but did not wake. He wondered how long it would be before he took Sara's virginity. The day would come.

With a deep breath and a stretch Sara woke. Upon opening her eyes the first thing she saw was Greg, gazing at her. She thought that there could be nothing better to wake to.

"Hey there, sleepyhead", he said, tousling her hair.

"Mmmmm. That was a wonderful sleep" she said smiling and stretching herself. "I don't think I ever want to leave this bed.

"That sounds wonderful but -" Greg gestured to Belzer at the foot of the bed, waiting expectantly to be fed. "I don't think he will like that. Tell you what: I'll go feed him and make us breakfast in bed. I never returned the favor of that dinner you made. Do you like french toast?"

"That sounds yummy." Sara said.

Greg wasn't a great cook but he had a few signature dishes. First he took care of Belzer and then settled down to making a breakfast fit for a princess. On the tray, along with orange juice and tea he put the ear rings and necklace he bought yesterday.

He entered the bedroom with a loud 'Ta-da!!' and set the tray before Sara. Then he slid into bed next to his beautiful young lover.

"It looks wonderful" Sara said and then saw the jewelry boxes. Looking quizzically at Greg she asked, "What's this?"

"I saw it yesterday when you were shopping and thought you should have it." Forestalling her objection, he said, "Remember what I said yesterday. I wanted to get this for you. It means as much for me to see you happy"

Sara opened the box with the necklace first. "Ohhh!", she gasped softly and took it out. She fingered the entwined hearts pendant.

"This is us", she said. "Put it on me?" Sara lifted her hair to allow Greg to clasp the chain around her neck. When he did so the put his lips to the nape of her neck kissing the clasp.

"It looks lovely on you" Greg said. "Now the other one." As Sara reached for the other box Greg was was entranced by her delicate beauty.

"Oh!" Sara was overwhelmed by the gift. The ear rings were nicer than anything she had ever worn, nicer than anything her mother had. "This is too much! My mother will wonder where I got them"

"You can keep them here. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer" Greg said as he put a finger to her chin and tilted her head up to look into her eyes.

Sara put her arms around his neck and they kissed. When their lips parted Sara excitedly put the ear rings on as Greg got a mirror so she could see how they looked.

"Okay! Breakfast is getting cold" As they ate Sara was effusive in her praise for his cooking skills, exaggerating only a little.

After they finished eating they set the tray aside and lay in bed together enjoying the lazy Sunday morning. Sara had to be home by noon so there was no time for any grand excursion. Eventually they did get up and took an impatient Belzer for his walk together.

When they returned they shared another shower spending more time washing each other than was necessary. Greg watched as she dressed, after a lengthy discourse with him over which of her new outfits she should wear, much to Greg's amusement.

The actual process of wriggling into her clothes was as erotic as ever. It was something Greg thought he would never tire of watching. It seemed Sara had a certain routine. First she slid a a pair of her new panties up those milky thighs, adjusting them on her hip and butt. Then she fumbled with the matching bra - though not as much as Greg had. But really the bra was more for fashion as she needed none.

Next were skin tight yoga pants that required a great deal of shimmying. Sara informed him that the point of 'yoga pants' was to make a girls butt look good. Greg had to agree hers was absolutely kissable and to prove it he did so. The top was nearly as tight, to the point he could see the outline of her bra underneath. Not wanting to play favorites, he kissed each delicate nipple as well.

Once she was all ready Greg offered to drive her home by she demurred. "Sometimes I like to walk." She stood up on her toes to kiss Greg. His hands rested on her butt as they embraced. He stayed at the door, watching until she vanished from sight.