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From: "Billy Shears" <sointome@googlemail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: Mine (ped predator no-sex)
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Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2007 11:10:05 -0400
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I watched you over the single candle, the defiant glow illuminating no more
than your face, but that was all I needed right now.

Your eyes flickered up to mine every few moments, full of the flame
reflected in them. I wanted you, oh so much.

*    *    *

It was summer, and the tall oak trees in the middle of the field were the
only shade from the devastating heat of the sun. Here I lay most days,
watching the world go by. It was quiet here; I was out early, and most
tourists would not arrive until the following week - or so I thought.

On this day, just at the end of July, a troop of teenagers marched past my
watching place, led by a rather old man, and relatively young woman. Both of
these leaders wore the most ridiculous of hiking outfits, completely
contrast to their group, who sported a variety of styles, ranging from
grunge, to goth, to summer fantasy. My eye wandered along the line, scoping
the girls of the group, as is human nature. You were near the back of the
line, surrounded by a group of similar girls, who all dressed similarly, and
had similar hair, and silly similar shoes. It was immediately clear that you
were the top of the pack, not only by far outreaching any of your peers in
beauty, but by the way they all seemed to have gathered around you.

You were complaining about how hot it was - and indeed it was; almost thirty
degrees centigrade - and how unfairly your teachers had made you walk so
far! Your sweet tones carrying in the summer breeze, I agreed with you,
silently. But you were moving again, dejectedly and reluctantly, and into
the forests beyond the field. I sighed, and went back to my philosophical
musings.

I returned to the Youth Hostel at which I had booked the next few nights, to
find the lobby crammed with bags. This did not surprise me - naturally I
would not be the only visitor tonight, and it was often the case for large
groups to seek accomodation in such places. I picked my way through the
forest of rucksacks and holdalls, and made my way down the corridor to my
room. My room was the one furthest from the lobby, right at the end of the
corridor - it was the only single bed room in the hostel, and I had been
lucky enough to secure it; privacy is one of my only obsessions. Before I
had come halfway down the corridor, a door opened to my right and out
hurried a fluster of teenage girls...and you. You brushed past, the only of
your group to mutter "sorry" as you did so, and I stopped stock still.
Inside, I quivered with excitement, but I knew it could not show on the
outside. I power-walked the rest of the distance to my room, taking refuge
there and shutting the door.

I thought about you for some time, until dusk came. Now, forcing these
thoughts from my mind, I decided to go outside, where I could sit and look
at the stars; where perhaps I could calm my racing heart. I strolled down
the corridor, radiating a confidence that opposed the butterflies in my
stomach. You were not in the lobby, where most of your peers had
congregated, and I strolled on, out of the front entrance. I stepped into
the road, which was always clear at this time of night, and walked up
towards the field.

Woodland lined both sides of the road, making the walk a little daunting in
the dark, and so I focused my sights ahead of me, ignoring small noises that
could easily be put down to wind or small animals. But one sound which I had
not been expecting caught me out.
    "Hey, mister!" You called from the woods behind me and to my right. I
turned. "Got a smoke?" I nodded. I was not a heavy smoker - nothing like
some of my co-workers at home - but I did smoke occasionally to calm my
nerves. It so happened that I had a packet on me, and I fumbled for this
now. You waited patiently by the roadside, hanging back in the woods.
I found the cigarettes, and strolled in what I hoped was a "nonchalant"
manner towards you. I held out the packet, and you dipped your slender
fingers in and drew out one of the cigarettes.
    "Thanks," you smiled, and then looked at me expectantly.
    "Oh, right, sorry!" I mumbled, pulling a lighter from my pocket and
holding it out for you.
    "Would you mind?" you grinned, "I can never get them to light."
    "Sure." I twisted the lighter between my fingers so that I held it in a
fist. You planted the cigarette between your lips as I pushed on the release
button, and held out the light for you. I had to measure extreme self
control as you took my hand in yours and leaned down to light. Letting go,
you leaned back and let the smoke out in a long, smooth breath.
    "Thanks."
    "No problem." I turned to go, but you lulled me into conversation.
    "Are you staying at the hostel?"
    "Yeah, I'm in the room at the end."
    "Oh, right! You're the guy we knocked past!"
    "Yeah, that's me." I smiled. We were getting on well.
    "Sorry about that by the way."
    "It's cool, don't worry about it."
    There was a pause. I struggled to keep the conversation going.
    "Is no-one with you?"
    "No," you sighed, "all the other girls are non-smokers. They don't even
know I smoke. And anyway, the teachers'd freak if they found out."
    "So you're the bad girl of the class?"
    You paused to take a deep drag, and let the smoke out slowly. "Join me?"
    This was it. Make or break time. My head was buzzing - but what harm
could one cigarette do? Inside my head, I laughed at the idiocy of that
question. "Why not?" I replied, drawing out another cigarette and lighting
up.
    "Come further in - there's a fallen tree we can sit on." You suggested.
I wasn't going to object. I followed you into the woods, about fifty yards
as far as I could tell, and sat by you on the log you had found.
    "Why're you here?" you asked, after taking another drag.
    "Just to get away, you know?" I paused to take a drag. "City life is so
stressful."
    "I wouldn't know - I live in a village."
    "Oh, how's that working for you?" I joked. You laughed. My head swelled.
    "It's such a drag. Everyone's so boring."
    "So why are you here?"
    "School trip, duh. We're only stopping here one night, then we're moving
on. Kind of like a tour, I think." I choked on the smoke as I heard this
news. "I'll be glad. It's boring here, just like back home."
    "It's not boring!" I insisted, recovering.
    "Yeah right," you laughed, "what could be interesting about a forest?
And don't give me that 'nature' trip - it's a load of crap. Point me at the
nearest McDonalds."
    "Come on," I said, standing. "I'll show you."
    Taking a leap of faith, I held out my hand, and you took it, standing
up. "Lead on, Mac Duff!" you joked.
    I took you out to the field, where I had been going. I led you right to
the center and then stopped.
    "Look up," I told you, doing so. You did likewise, right hand trailing
the cigarette, left hand still grasping mine.
    "Wow," you said "I've never seen anything in my life so boring." You
laughed and looked back into my eyes. "Seriously dude, it's just the sky."
    "You don't feel moved? Don't feel special to be part of such a huge
universe?"
    "You sound like my teachers." You took a deep drag that finished your
cigarette. Throwing it to the ground and stamping it out, you looked at me.
"You got papers?"
    "Rizlas? Yeah, some..."
    You pulled me to the opposite edge of the field, explaining as you
walked, "A guy in my class reckons he saw some weed growing in the woods.
Wanna see if he was right?"
    I didn't say anything, but allowed myself to be taken, pulling the last
of my cigarette and letting it fall to the ground, where the soil put it
out. You led me into the woods about a hundred metres, then stopped.
    "Here!" You said, looking down. I followed your gaze, and grinned at
what I saw.

*    *    *

It was half an hour later, and we lay together, back in the field. You took
a drag.
    "I get it now," you said, "like, we're all insignificant in the face of
all this...stuff..." you waved your arm vaguely at the sky. "It's all
just...pointless."
    "That is exactly what I was trying to tell you," I took my turn to toke,
"I think."
    You toked again, and then fell into giggles, rolling around at my side.
You rolled to face me, looking at my eyes, and I did my best to face you,
propping myself up on an elbow. I took in your incredible figure - your
smooth hips, your long legs, and your pert, but still bounteous bosom. My
eyes came back to meet yours.
    "You're cool." You informed me.
    "I know." I said, and we both laughed. You toked again, finishing the
joint. "Hey, that was my turn!" I scolded.
    "Oops...sorry!" You pouted.
    "You're such a bad girl, you know."
    "I know." You grinned.
    "Anyone ever teach you a lesson?"
    "Why? You gonna?"
    "I might do."
    You rolled over, presenting your back, and pulled your dress to your
waist. "So teach me!"
    It was tempting. Your flesh was so smooth, hidden only by the tight
cotton knickers, with frilled edges that screamed your age at me. But I
resisted - instead I nudged my way forwards until I was pressed right up
against you, and put a hand around your front, resting it on your right
breast.
    "Oh, teacher..." you moaned.
    "There's a house. A little way into the woods." I told you. "It's empty.
Abandoned. Come with me."
    I trailed my hand over your body and took your hand, then stood up,
pulling you to sitting. You nodded slowly, a side-effect of being this high,
and stood shakily. I led you off into the woods again.

    The house was not spectacular; not particularly "spooky" either, but it
was abandoned. I kicked the door open and led you inside, to a living room
with decaying furniture. You let go of my hand and flumped onto the sofa.
"Drink." you said.
    "Maybe the taps still work..." I said, stumbling into the kitchen. They
worked, and the water was fresh, so I poured myself a glass of water and
sobered up a little. Then I poured a second for you, and went back into the
other room. You had fallen asleep on the sofa.

*    *    *

You woke up the next morning in the rope I bound you in the night before.
The trees outside blocked the sunlight and so it was still dark. I had set a
candle on the table. The flame was reflected in your eyes as you looked up
at me in fear. I knew you would have second thoughts in the morning, and so
I had taken measures to ensure I got what I wanted.

I wanted you, oh so much, and now I had you. You were mine.
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