Part 3

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Needless to say, after the bonfire moment my world had changed a little. My mind revisited that night and that moment over and over again. I wondered if it was all a one-time fluke, or would I really get another chance to see Holly or Jennifer again, in any context, for any reason, for a few seconds or a few hours. It didn't matter as long as it happened. Holly was still the girl I wanted, but Jennifer brought a whole new element to the big picture. The big question that haunted me was why she came back to see me. We had just met that night, and aside from those brief seconds when our eyes locked, there was no foundation for her actions to stand on. Nevertheless, it rocked my world, and if she did keep her promise to come see me again, I was not going to stop her. A wheel or two had been set in motion; who would put on the brakes?

A few nights later it was Halloween. As expected, since we'd gotten to know each other at the bonfire, the two girls came to my door while Trick-or-Treating with Amy, who kept back from the door. Holly and Jennifer looked great! Holly was dressed in a farmer's hat and overalls, with cat's whiskers painted on her face. She gave me a big hello with a smile to match. She was sexy even with farmer clothes on. Jennifer was again wearing jeans and denim jacket, this time with a white sweatshirt. But her costume was simply one of those headband things that sports a set of kittycat ears, and she looked so damn cute! And she looked right into my eyes again like she did at the bonfire; just for a moment, long enough for us to communicate silently without being obvious.

So there they were, a girl I've been hoping to be with for over a year, and now a new girl who I'd just met a few nights before. My wife was at the door with me, so there was no room to do or say much more than we already had. Against my own will, my eyes kept gravitating to Jennifer, and at one point Holly suddenly said "Hi" again, as if to briefly get my attention once more before they moved on to the next house. I wasn't sure if she knew what Jennifer had done after the bonfire, but either way I hoped it wouldn't ruin whatever future there was for us. This was going to be hard on my nerves for sure.

After they left, I was on cloud nine. I didn't give them what I would have liked to give them, but I was quite happy with what they gave to me. It looked like it was going to be a good Winter after all.

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The following few weeks were relatively uneventful. Wendell and Eileen were getting to be good friends with my wife and I, so there was plenty of opportunity for me to see Holly more often. She kept her interaction with me to a bare minimum at first, but soon she was hanging around a little longer before going to her room or going out. Of course my eyes were on her as much as possible without being obvious to the adults that I was interested in her. My wife, knowing I'm a girl lover, most likely knew I was interested, but she never said anything; she just knew me, and trusted that I knew where to draw the line.

In the third week of November, once again I was treated to the privilege of having Holly knock at my door. My heart always goes fluttery when I see her at my door. The anticipation of all the possibilities as to why she's there just makes my brain turn to jello. She's also way too sexy to look at! As I've said before, she's not the prettiest nor is she NOT pretty; she's simply very attractive, and seeing her makes me melt. Her twelve-year old figure was heavenly, and you can be sure I held that vision in my mind for future reference. But for the moment I had to keep focused on why she was there, and the reason was to invite my wife and I to a Thanksgiving dinner at their house the following week.

Now, that might not seem unusual to people in the U.S., but it was unusual to us. Why? Because Canada celebrates Thanksgiving in October, not November, so of course we'd already had ours. So I asked why they were having a second Thanksgiving, and she said they were putting it on for Jennifer's mother, who is originally from New York. Most years Jennifer and her mother celebrate a November Thanksgiving by themselves, but this year Holly's grandparents wanted to give them a better holiday than that. And now we were invited, too, and with a chance to see Holly and Jennifer both, who was I to spoil someone's Thanksgiving?

Before she turned around to leave, she said she wanted to talk to me about something serious after the dinner. She said it without looking directly at me, her gaze drifting everywhere but my eyes. But I didn't get the feeling it was something terrible, so I didn't let myself worry that something was wrong, but she definitely had my curiosity piqued. I watched her as she walked across the deck, down the steps, and across the yard to her house. The feelings I felt conflicted with what I knew was right. That is, I was a married man and she was a twelve-year old girl. Who was I kidding? Something deep inside tried to tell me to stop this now or suffer the consequences.

I chose the consequences.