WARNING: This is a fantasy story containing graphic sexual
contact between an adult male and an under age girl. Romany does
not condone nor support the sexual abuse of children. Romany
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All names are purely fictional and any similarity to any person
living or dead is coincidental.

A Dangerous Infatuation 5: Poppy Returns

By Romany

(M/teen g)

PROLOGUE

Stephen Slade is having an illicit affair with his neighbor�s
daughter, thirteen-year old Poppy. He is sixty-three and retired
from the investment industry where he amassed a modest fortune to
keep him comfortable in retirement. He has been a widower for
four years now. Poppy visits Saturdays as she is at boarding
school Monday to Friday. Her parents are so busy that they leave
Poppy with their part-time housekeeper who is usually preoccupied
so she never misses the girl. Poppy comes through a concealed
gate in the fence between their two properties. Poppy has been on
vacation with her grandparents in California. In that time
Stephen met and had sex with a young mall hustler called Anthony.
And then he seduced Mindy, the fifteen-year old grand daughter of
his gossiping neighbor, Alice Jessop. But Poppy is back. His
Poppy is back!


POPPY RETURNS

Poppy was to return from California in the last week of July.
Stephen missed her terribly but the diversions he had had with
Anthony, and Mindy had more than made up for her absence. He
expected her home on the Friday so the next morning he set myself
up in the shade house to wait for the signal of a tennis ball
thrown over the fence between the houses. This Saturday Stephen
sat from about eleven in the morning until four-thirty in the
afternoon but there was no tennis ball. He realized that this was
now too late for her to contemplate a visit, as her parents
routinely arrived home sometime around five thirty so there was
not enough time for any real quality time together. It was quite
by chance that the next day while he was wandering around the
yard he heard the tell-tale thump, thump of the bouncing tennis
ball on the lawn. It was barely nine thirty and most unexpected
being as she never came Sundays. He moved quickly to the shade
house and retrieved the old metal key to open the concealed
gate�s lock. Soon he had the gate open about fifteen inches and
Poppy hovered into view with a broad grin. As soon as she stepped
through the gap and negotiated the hanging ivy Stephen closed the
gate and turned and embraced his teen lover. She clung to him and
he held her tight and bent low to kiss her sweet lips.

�Poppy, let me look at you,� he said holding her at arms length
and surveying this beautiful young girl.

Stephen was sure she had grown a full inch in the nearly one
month she had been away.  She was wearing a neat pair of white
shorts and a light blue polo shirt. He noticed her small breasts
looked a little more pronounced and her waist seemed narrow which
made the package all the more inviting to look at.

�You�ve grown,� he exclaimed.

She grinned and her face flushed with pride.

�I got my period,� she said sheepishly.

Stephen had raised two sons so talk of young girls and periods
was new territory for him and he felt himself blush at the teens
words.

�Wow. That�s great,� he said unconvincingly. �You�re getting to
be a young woman.�

�Just after I got to Gran and Granddad�s,� she added cautiously,
looking at him shyly. �It�s back again.�

He caught her meaning. She had her period now and the implication
that went with it was no sex.

�Come inside and talk to me,� he said ignoring the comment, to
show he was unperturbed. �There�s other ways I can enjoy a couple
of stolen hours with this young girl� he thought.

They walked hand in hand to the shade house and Stephen went to
the fridge and took out two sodas. She waited while he sat in the
single easy chair and then she placed herself on his lap with her
back towards him; turning half round so she could look at him.
They sipped their sodas as she leaned back against his shoulder.
She prattled on gaily about her vacation but he got the
impression that while she had enjoyed it overall, it was far
longer than she would have wanted and eventually she became
bored. After awhile, being with her grandparents was like be
permanently at boarding school, only with no one her own age to
talk to.

�What�s their place like?� he asked to show he was interested.

�It was great. Better than our place. Gran and Granddad are quite
rich� she explained. �They have a sailboat and sometimes we went
out on it. But they usually had some friends along and there
wasn�t really anyone for me to talk to. But sometimes Gramps let
me steer it,� she said.�

�But you enjoyed it though?� Stephen asked.

�Uhuh. I guess so,� she said evenly.

�Did you miss me Poppy?� he asked with mock solemnity even though
he meant it.

�Of course I did. I missed you heaps,� she said softly and she
put her arms around his neck and cuddled him awkwardly because
she was still holding her Pepsi and didn�t want it to spill.

�I missed you too precious,� he answered and pecked her forehead.
�Can�t you tell?�

He lightly humped his groin against her butt. He was hard from
the warmth from her young body; and the carnal notion that he
would enjoy her in some way very soon. Despite her period! She
giggled and ground her butt into his groin. It was meant in jest
but he wrapped his arms around her and started to kiss her neck
and nibble lightly at her earlobe. His hands lightly fondled her
budding young breasts and he realized she was wearing a
brassiere. She had not worn a bra in any of her previous
encounters with him as she always came dressed in a bathing suit.
She angled her head back and twisted round and he kissed her on
the lips. Any further talk was wasting time. He ran a hand down
the front of her tummy and searched between her legs and felt her
mound inside her outer garments. She squirmed and broke our kiss.

�I can�t do it properly. You know, my period,� she said breathing
heavily from the exertion from the kiss.

�That�s just fine my sweet. There are other ways we can enjoy
each other,� he added reassuringly.

She smiled and they kissed for several minutes. He pushed a hand
under her polo top and slid it up under her bra. Quickly he found
a nipple and began to massage the small nubbin, which soon became
hard to his touch. He was fully hard in his cargo shorts and he
was in some discomfort as his cock was jammed by her weight. He
stripped the polo top over her head and she discarded the garment
on the floor. He eased her forward and unhooked the simple cotton
training bra and she slipped it off her body and dropped it on
top of the polo. They embraced again and he ran his hands all
over her buds, tarrying on the nipples, which were now both,
hard. He pushed her a little away from him and looked at the
small breasts, which had definitely taken a more mature form.
They were now noticeably heavier mounds just above her ribcage
and held the definitive curve from the side. They were flat
enough to show little cleavage but nevertheless, clearly forming.
She laid her head on his shoulder again and watched the hands
caressing her nubbins. She was now lying with her back against
his chest and she had hooked a leg either side of his parted leg,
which parted hers in turn. Stephen�s erect cock was pushing
against her butt. He run a hand down and once again he dragged it
over her crotch and started to massage it through her clothes,
and she relaxed as eventually both of his hands worked her. He
moved a hand off her crotch and slid it inside the band of her
shorts. It was tight getting he hand down but eventually he was
able to negotiate her underpants and slip his middle finger over
the top of her little slit and massaged the small clitoris by
moving the hood over it; backwards and forward. He discerned from
this that she was not using sanitary pad so she would have a
tampon inserted for her second ever monthly flow. Stephen worked
the clitoris lazily and squeezed her nipples alternately and
could tell she was enjoying the masturbation. The tightness of
the shorts were starting to cause his hand to cramp and he slid
his free hand up searching for the zipper. There was none. The
shorts were pull-up type with an elastic waist. She realized what
I was trying to do.

�Wait,� she said breathlessly and jumped off his lap.

Facing away from him she pulled the shorts over her hips and
stepped out of them. She was wearing a pair of white panties with
a surprisingly low cut. When she turned around he noticed the
band was barely above the small impression of her burgeoning
pubic bush. She made no effort to remove the panties and Stephen
was sure this was due to her period. No need to rush but in his
limited experience, the presence of a tampon never stopped a
woman from enjoying vaginal stimulation even if penetration was
out. She eased back into his lap and lay back against him once
more. This was her signal for him to start masturbating and
fondling her again. He obliged and with only the panties in the
way, it was easier to get a better angle with his hand and he was
able to ease his fingers actually between her upper sex lips and
stroke the clitoris directly with the fingertips. This was much
more arousing for her and soon he noted she was getting ready for
an orgasm. She was pushing her pubis at the invading hand and
gasping as he pinched and twirled her nipple. She started to
groan and let out little moans and gulped for air; like a gold
fish in a bowl. She sometimes hissed through her teeth as she
concentrated on the hands working her young body. He slipped a
finger back down her slit and she moaned a little �n-o-o-o� to
warn me away from trying to insert a finger. He had done this to
see if she was moist. She was wet and he smiled knowing she was
totally aroused, and he slid his fingers back to her clitoris and
steadily worked it between his fingertips. Soon she started to
thrust herself against his hands and she dragged one of her hands
over the back of his, inside the panties, just as insurance
against him missing �the spot�. And she started to cum with a low
moan and he could feel her young body lightly convulsing as the
pleasure ran through her. The orgasm did not last long and soon
she was sighing and she nudged his hand in her panties as if to
signify it was over. He kissed her neck and she slowly turned and
they kissed. They broke the kiss and as she lay with her head on
his shoulder, he could see her eyelids droop and she lay quiet;
no doubt enjoying the sensation of afterglow in her young body.

She lay quiet and Stephen sat and looked down at her legs. They
were lightly tanned from her weeks out in the sunshine in shorts.
He could see the swell of her mound between her slightly parted
legs and the light rough pushing the fabric that was her
thickening bush of pubes. He thought of his other recent lover
Mindy�s waxed strip and made a mental note to encourage Poppy to
remove most of her bush, if not all of it. He delighted at the
earlier state of her nubile appearance, of her barely covered
pubis, and this is why I wanted to see it trimmed; if not removed
completely. He wondered how involved her mother Terri was in her
pubertal changes and burgeoning womanhood, given Poppy was in
California when it occurred. Could the young preteen remove most
of her pubic hair without her mother�s knowledge and perhaps
dissent? If so, could she continue to conceal it? Further up her
body, the young nipples were still erect. Probably due to the
fact that they were uncovered and it was cool in the shade house;
and not just a hangover of sexual arousal. He was lost in reverie
at her young body and the recent changes, when she suddenly
roused herself and sat up and turned and looked at him.

�Your turn,� she said with a grin and jumped off him.

She stood before him dressed only in the skimpy panties and he
admired the growing womanly shape of her waist and her hips, with
the small garment framing her thighs and tummy. She quickly
dropped to her knees and reached for his shorts zipper. Expertly
she undid the single dome and he heard the zipper ripping open
and felt the pressure on his erect cock ease as the pants opened.
She fumbled inside and he felt her small hand grasp his erection.
In a trice she had him out and was kneeling with it in both
hands. Like she was carefully holding a candle in the wind; lest
it blow out. She grinned and immediately put her mouth over the
head and commenced to suck and stroke him. He could hear the
gulping and smacking her mouth made as she slid her mouth off and
on and over the fat cock head. �This is fantastic,� Stephen
thought. �She has become a good little cocksucker in our weeks
together, before going to California.�

As if to illustrate his thoughts, Poppy showed she had forgotten
nothing of what made him cum easily. It worked and soon he had
his hands in her fine blond hair holding her head and slowly
moving it around; guiding it and pressuring her to go deeper and
see how far she could engulf the fat shaft, before gagging and
pulling back. He looked down at her head and occasionally saw the
spread of her lips as she eased back before going back down.
Stephen came suddenly; with little warning. He simply cried out
and spewed the first wad into her mouth over the cock. He heard
her make a guttural sound as she fought to contain the semen and
still keep her mouth on the cock head. She managed stoically and
he had soon shot five or six spurts into her mouth. She gulped
and swallowed and eventually she sat back and admired his spent
cock in her hand. She gave it small kisses and looked up and
grinned at him. He was wiped out and weakly smiled back at her.
She gently waved the cock in her hand and he watched as she
inspected it. She turned it sideways and lifted it back against
his body. He was now only semi hard and she pulled the foreskin
back and up a few times; inspecting how it all went together. She
looked up at him again.

�I missed this,� she said with a grin. �I love it. It�s so big
and hard and yet it can go so soft and feels so velvety smooth.�

�It won�t be velvety smooth for long if you keep that up my
lovely,� he said with a chuckle.

She stood up and looked around the shade house, then back at me.
Stephen was sitting with his pants open and softening cock
hanging out of the shorts.

�Shall we go upstairs?� she asked.

�Of course,� he answered.

He stood and tucked his cock in and she gathered up her clothes.
He noted she was still wearing her lace-up white tennis shoes and
sox, and apart from these and her panties, she was naked. She led
the way and we walked through the downstairs of the house and
then up the stairs. He climbed the stairs behind her and watched
the panties slowly ride up a little and he could see the gentle
swell of her sex from below; framed between her sweet buttocks,
as she stepped one foot above the next step to climb the stairs.
She got a little bit ahead of him as he lagged behind to better
stare at her crotch and by the time he was in the bedroom, she
was pulling the heavy cover off the bed. He watched smiling as
she stripped the duvet and rolled the top sheet back. There was
now just the bottom sheet and the two pillows left on the bed.
She skipped up onto it and lay back and looked at him.

�Come on slow coach,� she chastised him lightly, for my falling
behind.

Stephen shucked his pants and shorts and pulled his polo shirt
off his body. He kicked off his shoes and stood naked. She stared
at his cock. It was hanging still semi erect but he felt it was
just off the verge of starting to become erect again. It wouldn�t
take much. Whether he could shortly cum again remained to be seen
as to what they did. He eased onto the bed beside her and lay
back. She immediately twisted her body round and taking his cock,
she began to play with it and inspect it as she had done
downstairs. He fought the urge to grow erect and he was able to
keep himself in this semi hard twilight as she lifted it, weighed
it in her palm and turned it every which way to take in the shape
and feeling of it. He watched her fascination with it and this
amused him. He knew he had her hooked on his manhood. She would
do whatever he wanted, of that he was sure. To be so familiar so
soon after a months absence told him she had thought about, and
longed for this experience while she was away from him. Now she
could indulge a month of memories and fantasies about it. She
moved back up beside him, and while still holding his cock, she
nestled against his body. He reached and stroked her hair and
then down over her young body. Moving over her arms her tummy and
breast and back up to her neck. They lay like this for some time
with Stephen lightly caressing her and Poppy lovingly holding his
cock in her hand; like a child holding a handful of coins saved
for candy. As he roamed his hand over her, he sensed she was
slipping into a sexual daze at the enjoyment he was giving her.
He took this as a cue to move to another level in caressing her
body so he slowly turned and easing half across her, lowering his
head and he took a nipple into his mouth. She sighed and lightly
patted his head as if she were patting a good dog.

He adjusted himself so that he could move his face and lips
around her breasts and down over her navel and tummy. She sighed
and he continued to pay homage to this fragile young body with
his lips. He slid a hand into her panties again and she moved a
little to encourage the hand to go back to the clitoris, as it
had done earlier. He had a lewd idea. He lightly rolled her onto
her tummy and then continued with his tongue; working over her
back and spine and down to the panties band. Hooking his fingers
in the waistband he slowly pulled her panties down. She started
and turned mumbling �no� at the prospect of her sex with the
tampon cord dangling from between the lips being exposed. He
calmed her with soothing shushing noises and she relented to him
removing the panties, but half turned her head on the pillow to
watch him; trying to work out what he was about to do. He got the
panties virtually right off but left them hooked over one ankle.
He eased up over her and kissed her back all over while kneading
her buttocks. He had one hand under her chest and he was working
a nipple. She was sighing and gasping as he tweaked and pinched.
She turned her face back to the pillow, and lay her head down and
allowed him free reign over her body. Using the other hand he
slowly slid his fingers down her butt crack and gently massaged
her there. She moved her legs apart almost involuntarily;
obviously tuning in to this new exploration He lightly nudged her
and she slowly eased her knees up the bed so she was kneeling
shallowly. He could see the thin white cord of her tampon hanging
out of the sex lips. Stephen patiently continued to work his
fingers lightly in her crack, and he cautiously yet deliberately
flicked her anus. She started when she felt the fingers graze her
rose but he quickly moved away back up her crack and waited
patiently before returning. After several passes like this she
settled down and soon accepted the fingers touching her puckered
brown rose. Realizing her acceptance of this intimate touching,
he increased the frequency of contact until he had an index
finger pressing permanently on her anus. She never flinched so he
slowly and deliberately insinuated the finger into the tight
little orifice.  He knew it was a lost cause trying to get the
finger in properly because she was so tight and dry there, but he
had broken through her concern at his invading hand. He leaned
over her kissing her just on her shoulder blade and moved to her
ear.

�Relax little Poppy. I�ll just get some lubricant,� he whispered.

Her eyes were shut and she fluttered them quickly at his words
and gave a slight nod of her head though he was sure she never
registered what he meant. He eased back and reaching out with the
hand he had been working her nipple with he was able to just
reach the handle on one of the nightstand�s top drawer. He
fumbled around and found the small bottle of Silk personal
lubricant. He had used this on her weeks back when he had first
penetrated her vaginally, here on this bed. This wasn�t the same
bottle as he had exhausted his supply sodomizing Anthony the
young mall hustler and he had replaced it with this one. He moved
quickly and flipped the lid and holding it above her upraised
butt and squirted some of the slippery liquid down over the back
of the fingers of the hand touching her rose hole. He watched the
slippery viscous liquid run down his fingers and let it dribble
onto her pucker and immediately started to ease the lube into her
tight hole with his finger that was poised and waiting. It worked
wonders and he was quickly able to slide the middle finger past
one knuckle into her anus. He slithered more of the lube from the
other fingers and soon began working the thick digit further into
her hole. She braced herself to the peculiar sensation the finger
was making in her hole and her first instinct was to squirm away
to get the finger out of her. But she had missed him so badly for
the past month and this was exciting to her, despite her anxiety
at what he had in mind. Realizing she wasn�t going to fight the
fingers in her asshole Stephen patiently worked her slowly and
gently. He felt her open as he worked the tight muscle with the
lube. He eventually had two fingers inside of her and he dribbled
more lube as he opened the anus up. She was much tighter than
Anthony; or even the Mexican boys he had had on his carnal
vacations south of the border. Yet Poppy was physically as big as
most of the young Mexican boys, and not much smaller than
Anthony, and Stephen was sure she would open just as they had
done. He had read enough on sodomy and knew that pedophiles often
found it easier to sodomize young girls even when vaginal
penetration was nigh on impossible.

She was breathing heavily and he could see her mouth gasping at
the discomfort of having her anus stretched open. I suspended the
Silk over his cock that was now hard and erect; the angry flared
head jutting obscenely in the air between his legs. He dropped
the Silk bottle and ran a hand over the stiff fat cock, smearing
the lubricant over the head and shaft. He slowly maneuvered
completely behind her, and while slicking the mushroom head of
the cock he got it to the junction of his hand and her open
asshole. This was just as he had introduced his cock to Anthony�s
tight hole. He slid his fingers carefully out of her and she
gasped at the release but then he quickly pushed the bulbous head
into the slowly closing dilated hole; pushing it back open again.
She gasped as much in shock at what was happening, and in the
absence of any searing pain she had anticipated. But as he pushed
she felt the discomfort the fingers had caused return as he slid
the head of the cock in and she felt her tight sphincter yield
and let the invader pass through it. Stephen kept the pressure on
and now he had her butt cheeks in his hands and he was pulling
them apart as he slowly eased his cock further into her. She
gasped and groaned at the discomfort now turning to pain and she
lifted her head and bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on
blocking out the pain that was now throbbing in her nether
regions. He paused at her complaint and waited until he was sure
she was getting accustomed to the stretching. As her complaining
subsided to heavy breathing, he slowly eased forward. By moving
slowly and deliberately, he gained more depth and soon had half
of the cock inside her. She was now groaning again, this time in
continual complaint at the discomfort in her butt. He contented
himself with being half inside and started to fuck gently in and
out. She gasped and turned her head and looked at him, an
unspoken question on her face as to why he was doing this.

�Easy sweetheart. Relax and get used to the feeling and the hurt
will ease,� he cooed.

Her face was grimaced in pain and discomfort as he continued to
slow fuck her and eased back and forth inside of her tight
rectum. After a few minutes of this gentle shallow fucking he
reached under her and searched for her pubis. He used the slicked
hand he had lubed her asshole with, and found her clitoris. She
gasped as he flicked it. He slowed the fucking and quietly worked
her clitoris. After a few minutes of stroking her clitoris and
barely moving his cock in her anus, he sensed the change in her
body and she was relaxing as he was arousing her now. She started
to change her reaction and the gasps of discomfort turned to a
low moan of consent at the magic the fingers worked on her. She
got into the rhythm of the fingers and when he was satisfied she
was now taken over by the masturbation, he slowly started to fuck
her ass again. The masturbation had succeeded in deflecting her
focus away from the torment in her butt. She was now overcome
with the sexual pleasure of being masturbated and the nagging
discomfort in her rectum was secondary. She had relaxed and he
was able to go a little deeper and also fuck in normal strokes.
This way he slowly fucked her. She was groaning continuously now,
with the odd gasp of protest as he got the angle of his cock in
her ass wrong. But nonetheless she was in tune with being
fingered and sodomized simultaneously. He worked her steadily and
soon she rewarded herself for her gutsy acceptance of this anal
invasion and clitoral assault, with a long shuddering orgasm,
brought about by the fingers. Stephen realized she was grabbing
her nipples with her hands under her chest and he started to fuck
her more vigorously to bring himself off. He got there quickly
and filled her with a strong flood of cum and gasped and sobbed
at the sheer bliss of the tightness on his cock and the release.
He disciplined himself not to ram her too deeply, and yet the
orgasm was more than mind blowing despite not being fully buried
in her.  He had taken Anthony deep the first time but Anthony had
been fucked numerous times before and had been a major factor in
Stephen�s getting deep right away. This was totally foreign to
Poppy so he would be gentle and patient. There would be many more
opportunities to open her up sexually and to enjoy anal fucking.

Stephen was spent and he slowly withdrew his still hard cock from
her ass. It came out with a slick pop and she immediately let her
hips fall to the bed. She was drenched in sweat and he could see
the sheen of it on the small of her back. He caught another
glimpse of the tampon cord between her legs reminding him vaginal
penetration was out this Sunday. He eased around beside her and
lay on his stomach and put an arm around her shoulder and kissed
her face. Poppy lay with her mouth slightly open and her hands
either side of her head on the pillow. She opened her eyes slowly
and a faint smile came over her face. He eased in beside her and
this way they dropped off into a shallow doze. Eventually Stephen
came too and eased off the bed and went to the bathroom. He took
a long piss and studied his cock. It was quite red at the
friction inside her tight ass. He smiled smugly knowing he had
initiated Poppy to one more example of adult sex. He heard a
noise behind him and turned to see her standing in the doorway.
She walked gingerly to the toilet beside him and looked at the
last drops of urine coming from his cock. She was fascinated with
his cock.

�How are you sweetie?� he asked noting the obvious discomfort in
her gait.

�OK. A little bit tender, you know, but I think I will be OK,�
she answered.

�That�s good sweetie. It will get easier in time,� he assured
her.

She looked at him with a worried look at the prospect it was not
a one off.

�Is this only when I have my period?� she asked.

�Not necessarily,� he answered. �Couples can do it any time. A
lot of women really get off on it. I think you liked it too
didn�t you? I asked.

�I guess. I liked the whole thing. Not just the�� and she stopped
short, searching for the word.

�Anal sex,� I confirmed. �It�s known as anal sex. Also known as
buggering or sodomy,� he explained. �Men do it a lot with each
other and it usually is best for the person on top. But like we
did, I can work your pussy as well and that�s how women get into
it. And you get used to opening up just as your pussy did after
our first time.�

She nodded understanding but he could see she wasn�t convinced.

�I need to pee,� she said. �And I should change my tampon. I need
to go home for that,� she said almost apologetically.

�Of course Poppy. Of course you must go home for that,� he
agreed.

Without any blushes at her situation, she sat and I soon heard
the stream of pee hitting the water in the bowl. She sat demurely
with her legs together and her palms on the tops of her knees.
She finished and I watched her wipe herself with a wad of toilet
paper. I hadn�t flushed before she had peed so there was a strong
odor of urine with the shared contents in the bowl. She flushed
the toilet. I had run water in the basin and soaped a washcloth.
I handed it to her and without batting an eyelid, she wiped
between her legs gently and then reversing the hand behind her
she dabbed gently at he butt crack until she was satisfied she
had swabbed the sweat and leaking cum away from her crack. He
took the cloth and rinsed it and forced more soap into the
material. He moved it to wipe his cock and she quickly
intercepted his hand. To his surprise she gently wiped him,
concentrating on her task. She finally lifted the now flaccid
organ and inspected it, and then with an impish grin she mouthed
a feather kiss on it. God she was so beautiful. The finished
their mutual ablutions and went back into the bedroom and
dressed. Poppy fastened her shoes with her heel hooked up while
sitting on the bed and Stephen stood beside her and stroked the
fine blond hair. The old fashioned pageboy cut was growing out.
She would be a knockout with a longer hairstyle. They went
downstairs and she led the way to the fence. I opened the gate
and she flung her arms around my head and kissed me quickly. She
stepped away and then doubled back.

�Do I get my allowance,� she said with a grin.

He patted his pockets. He had no wallet or cash on him.

�I�ll go back to the house,� he said quickly.

�No, no. It�s OK,� she said laughed quickly. �But double next
week,� she said with an impish laugh.

They had this agreement that he would give her $10 allowance. It
stemmed from a conversation early in their affair where she was
lamenting she never got cash to handle and spend. At her boarding
school, she could run up a tab of $10 a week for cookies, candy
and chips. This token amount was her parent�s way of limiting her
�intake of rubbish� as her mother put it. He thought her mother
must never had been a young girl, to be so old fashioned and
strict in this way. So Stephen gave Poppy an �allowance� and she
had real cash to buy those extras sweet luxuries she couldn�t put
on the tab. She slipped through the gap, and with a quickly blown
kiss, she was gone. He closed the gate and locked it, returning
the ivy fronds so the gate was again concealed from view from
within his yard. He turned and walked back to the shade house,
feeling very smug. His little girl was growing up and he could
now enjoy her the way he had enjoyed Anthony. Stephen had no
desire for men�s cocks, despite his familiarity with them when he
was in his early teens. He used his boys as girls and Poppy had
twice the advantage over Anthony. She had the warm and tight
little pussy and nice budding boobs, with the hot tight asshole
for a variation on penetration of her willing body. Another
watershed day with his young lover and he felt so great. He
couldn�t wait until next Saturday.

Poppy returned each weekend for the next two months. On one visit
Stephen persuaded her to shave her burgeoning pubic bush. She
giggled as he stroked the razor over her pubis and removed the
light colored curly hair. She pulled a face and grinned when he
stroked the smooth bare flesh above and around her labia. She
would have to keep it this way daily and she nodded when he asked
if her mother had feminine razors for her legs and such like. She
could manage this in the shower. The weather began to grow cooler
and the leaves began to turn yellow as the fall season was upon
them. He continued to guide Poppy in the art of adult sex and we
sucked and fucked in a variety of positions. He took her on her
hands and knees, upon the bed or over othe armchair in the shade
house. Other times she squatted over him and lowered herself onto
his cock, as he lay prone on my back. It didn�t matter to either
of them whether the cock went into her vagina or the tight rose
an inch or so back. She was fascinated with the male penis and
quizzed and queried him about it on numerous occasions. He
usually took her anally once on most visits now and she had
learned to push her muscle as if she was taking a dump, for ease
of penetration. They had spent some time between sex bouts,
exploring Internet sites that gave out information on the dos and
don�ts of anal sex. Given her growing understanding of suggested
techniques for enjoyment of anal penetration, she quickly
accepted it as part of their repertoire. The weekly contact was
also a good discipline for both of them, as they had to make sure
their meetings were quality time. He regularly quizzed her on her
sexual health and how she was feeling. He also regularly
cautioned her about complacency over her slipping away and
insisted she have a stringent check routine to ensure her parents
were truly away for the periods they said they would be out. She
invariably called them on some pretext or other while they were
out, just to check on their estimated time of return. Then she
would throw the ball over the fence. She also made sure that the
housekeeper did not suspect she was leaving the property. Poppy
told Stephen that the Hispanic woman came to her house every
Saturday �usually to get over a hangover� as she put it. He took
it the woman was never much interested in what her young charge
was doing, let alone where she was. So with this regimen in place
they kept their illicit affair a secret.

One day in early October when Poppy came to him she seemed out of
sorts and even little irritated. He started to make a move to
caress her as a precursor to stripping for sex and she pulled
away.

�Poppy what is it? What�s wrong?� he said, worried about what
possible cause of her reaction was.

It wasn�t her period as she had that last week so he was troubled
at her behavior. Her eyes watered and she leaned forward and held
him. She sobbed for a few minutes and eventually she calmed down.
He looked at her and eased the tears away from her eyes with his
thumbs as he held her face between his hands.

�It�s my parents,� she said with a barely controlled sob.
�They�re getting a divorce.�

Stephen was stunned at this news even though they never ever
discussed her parents or her home life much; so he had no real
way of knowing how life was at home.

�Oh Poppy, I�m so, so sorry,� he said with genuine concern for
the young girl. �Why? How did it come about?�

�I heard them fighting this morning,� she sputtered. �And I heard
dad accusing her of seeing some man, and how he had reports of
them being seen together and everything. Mom said it was rubbish
and accused him of not trusting her and spying on her and stuff,�
she continued. �They got to a point where they had gone over
everything and finally dad just left saying it was over as far as
he was concerned. Mom kept calling how hurt she was and that it
was all lies and fiction in his mind and he should shut up about
if he couldn�t prove anything.�

�But that doesn�t necessarily mean divorce Poppy,� he soothed
her. �Couples often fight and say hurtful things.�

�But when he left, I went to go to talk to her in their bedroom
and she was talking to someone on her cell phone. I think it must
have been the man daddy had accused her of seeing,� she
explained.

�You went into the room while she was speaking to the man?� he
asked. �Didn�t she see you?�

�No. She was standing looking out the window with her phone to
her ear. She had her back to me so she never saw me.�

�What did she say?� he asked.

She sobbed but controlled herself again.

�She said that dad knew. She didn�t know how but she said they�d
been seen somewhere when she�d told dad she was to be somewhere
else,� she explained.

�She said that?� he quizzed her.

�Yes. She virtually admitted everything dad had accused her of.
There were nights she had come home late, and the days that she
wasn�t in the office when she was supposed to be. And she was
admitting to this guy that dad had stumbled on it without hard
facts,� she continued.

Stephen nodded his understanding of the situation.

�But if it can�t be proven�I mean if it�s only your father�s
suspicion no matter how accurate he is, he doesn�t actually have
any proof,� he volunteered trying to play down the situation in
her mind.

It was a forlorn explanation because many divorce petitions are
based on suspicion without hard proof. The days of a gumshoe
detective charging into adulterous liaisons with a camera bulb
flashing have long gone. And with no-fault divorce laws one party
can successfully petition for divorce simply based on saying they
are not in love any more, or there are too many difficulties to
be worked through with little hope of success. Irreconcilable
differences is the most common of no-fault reasons for divorce.
Often the reason really only sets the average time to final
decree. It was her father�s belief his wife was screwing around
therefore that belief would determine his response. If it was
untrue, Poppy�s mother had to convince him not to divorce her.
Often when children were involved, counseling was ordered by the
court in an effort to head off the divorce. So this day was to
prove to be the final day they could meet under the previous
circumstances they had enjoyed each week. And given Poppy�s state
of emotions, it was unreasonable to attempt any sexual activities
this day. Instead they cuddled and talked about her home-life and
school, and how this calamity with her parents was likely to
affect her. The time dragged by and she had to leave. She
promised she would make it back next Saturday but in fact she
didn�t. He never saw her until just after Halloween, leaving the
house with her mother as Stephen had returned from the shops. She
ignored him which was their agreement should they see each other
anywhere in public. It was actually gossiping with his neighbor
Alice Jessop who filled him in on the divorce proceedings. Alice
appeared on the doorstep with some feeble excuse for social
contact and proceeded to tell him the news about the Wilsons.
Alice knew people who knew Grant and Terri Wilson in passing. It
was they who had originally given Alice the negative comments
about the Wilson�s and their over-blown opinion of themselves
when they had arrived to live next door three years earlier. But
with what Alice related to Stephen, Poppy�s claims were right.
Her father did file for divorce. Alice related the circumstances
almost as triumphant vindication she was right about the Wilsons
all along. He had little stomach for this sort of �I-told-you-so�
attitude so he said little to Alice in response to her gloating
at the Wilson�s unhappy circumstances. But he did glean that
Grant Wilson had moved out and the Terri was selling her interior
design consultancy business.

�It was deeply in debt anyway� Alice confided. �Deep do-do.�

How did she know this he wondered?

�And of course the poor young girl will have to leave her fancy
school. I can�t see the father meeting all the alimony with those
sorts of outgoings and only him working now,� she said

To show he was appreciative of the news about his immediate
neighbors, Stephen quizzed Alice as to why the Wilson�s were
splitting up, playing dumb he already knew it was a true. She
basically confirmed what Poppy had said. That Grant had found
Terri Wilson was cheating and had filed for divorce. She was
allowed to stay in the house and he was taking an apartment in
the city. Stephen asked Alice about the lover and and she said
she didn�t know if he was on the scene or not. But she�d be
watching to see who was coming to and from the house. Alice left
with her gossip and Stephen reflected on all she had said. So
Poppy wasn�t leaving the area but of course her mother would now
be at home all week; managing the two of them on Grant�s alimony
payment. The expensive private school would go as Alice
predicted, and Poppy would have to go to a local middle school.
It wasn�t all lost between Poppy and him, but with her mother in
near constant attendance, he couldn�t see how the two of them
would ever again enjoy the latitude they had had to date. He
ruefully considered a life without this vibrant vivacious young
girl he had fallen in love with. It left him sad and despondent.
She was like a drug. He had long since realized it wasn�t just
sex. He could get illicit sex in Thailand or Mexico as he had
before. But it did not compensate for the loss of the contact he
had grown to need with this young girl. He thought of the
hopelessness of the situation, and wept.

There�s no fool like an old fool. How would he ever see her
again?

Stephen Slade�s story continues�


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