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Winnipesaukee

By Romany

(M/t)

My good friend Alan suggested I take a week off, and go and sort
my head out, following the trauma of my divorce from Judith; my
wife of eleven years. He was right of course. I had been through
the mill. Right from that Thursday night when she calmly told me
she was leaving for Pennsylvania at the weekend; to live with the
man she had been having an affair with for some eight months. An
affair I was totally ignorant of. As the words ricocheted around
my brain, I took in her standing with her coat buttoned and a
small valise beside her; ready to leave after lowering me with
the bad news. It was clinical; formal and unemotive. When she
said she did not love me, and had not loved me for the past two
years or so, I believed her. It was so obvious that she could
pull a nasty surprise with little or no concern how I would feel
about it. The kids, Sue 9 and Aaron 7, had already left that
morning with her parents who had been in on the proceedings for
Judith�s leaving me. The beau turned out to be the husband of a
woman who was in the PTA with Judith. They apparently had met on
some fund raising jaunt I was not a part of, and it had carried
on clandestinely for those eight months before he made the
decision to move away with Judith and our two kids; leaving his
wife and kids in Portsmouth. She confessed that his wife had
guessed who he was leaving her for and they decided to tell me as
soon as possible rather than his wife get to me first and deliver
the news. �Small consolation,� I thought; a nicety to her to
minimize her embarrassment. This painful scene was meant to be
played out this coming Saturday but the hysterical reaction of
her boyfriends� wife had accelerated their plans. I had little to
say. What could I say? It was so unequivocal I doubted any words
on my part would serve any good purpose.

The weeks following Judith and the kids leaving me, saw a rapid
set of exchanges between her lawyer and the one I had quickly
engaged, and the path to complete divorce was well under way
within six weeks. Judith surprised me by waiving claim to our
house; it was unlikely to sell quickly and probably below what we
would need to make to recoup our equity anyway. She also did not
object to formally recording shared custody, though the kids
would live with her; and I did not challenge this, given I could
see them whenever I saw fit and chose to make the journal to
Pennsylvania. They would also join me for Thanksgiving with my
folks in Lexington MA late that year. Instead of the divorce
process being easy on me as she continually stated she wanted,
the shear fact that she wanted rid of me so quickly that she was
prepared to forgo advantages other women might otherwise seek
from their husbands during a matrimonial split made me feel
worthless. This actually made her apparent generous spirit more
painful. She desperately wanted this divorce and without any
drawn-out process. So now we had to wait a minimum period before
the process would then conclude, and she would be rid of me.

So my buddy Alan said; �get away and just chill Brad. She�s not
coming back and at least you can keep in touch with your kids;
and see them when you want to. But you need some space�� he was
right of course. His friend John had a small cottage on the north
side of Lake Winnipesaukee; just out of Center Harbor Township.
He was willing to let me have it at half rate for a week at then
end of August. A family who had it rented pulled out and Alan�s
friend retained the deposit which was half the weekly rental, as
a penalty. So I made up the other half and it effectively owed
him nothing after the pull-out by the would-be renters and I got
it for five days at half price. I headed out of Manchester early
this Friday afternoon and here I was near eight o�clock in the
evening; all settled in, having fed myself and now I was parking
the car in a public car park on the edge of the lake on a small
peninsula to the north. I would sit and watch the day fade and
then return to the cottage. It was fabulous; lovely and warm and
the looming twilight gave a feeling of tranquility. I noted a
small footbridge to the right of the car park and a stand of
trees, and a slight hillock to the lakeside. I locked the car and
slowly wandered in the direction of the footbridge which I noted
bridged a small stream coming from the woods at the rear of the
car park. I sauntered over the bridge and into a trail between
the trees and it became quite dark as the surrounding trees wee
quite tall and made an umbrella of sorts over the trail. For
about thirty yards, it was like walking in a dim tunnel. As I got
through the woods I saw a moderate sized open grassy area in
front of me and as I emerged I could hear the sound of rock music
being played loudly in the near distance. I stopped and frowned
at the despoiling of such a lovely evening. I looked down the
grassy clearing and saw the lake calm and still in the evening. I
put the noise of the boom box or car stereo out of my mind and
ambled to my right towards the lake, and slowly lowered myself
down onto the grassy edge and sat and gazed down into the dark
water.

The music was almost directly behind me beyond a stand of trees.
It could occasionally hear voices and guessed it was a group of
teenagers; probably having a gathering somewhere beyond those
trees. As I sat contemplating the events of the day, and soaking
up the atmosphere despite the distant music, I realized there
were raised voices approaching me from the trees. I turned and
lay half on one side and peered into the descending gloom at who
was responsible for the raised female voices. As I half lay,
watching, a group of four teenage girls came out of the trees.
One stumbling in front of the other three was clearly trying to
get away from them. One voice in particular was shrill and
shouting obscenities at the leading figure who stumbled and fell
to the ground. As the girl with the shrill voice ranged up over
the fallen girl, the other two girls quickly put themselves
between her and the girl on the ground. I watched the angry girl
trying to kick the girl on the ground who was now bawling and
shrieking each time a foot came close to connecting. The other
two girls eventually succeeded in pushing the screaming would-be
assailant out of range of the fallen girl and eventually they
forced her to turn and marshaled her back to the woods that lead
to the where the music could be heard playing. I distinctly heard
the angry girl call the fallen girl a 'fucking dirty slut' at
least three times; yelled in a shrill almost hysterical scream.
As she retreated, with the two girls acting like warders, she
turned and screamed 'keep away from him you dirty bitch' and she
turned her head and allowed herself to be guided back through the
trees. As they disappeared into the gloomy woods, one of the
escorting girls peeled away and came back towards where the
fallen girl lay. I eased a little closer to make sure I could at
least jump up and ward of an subsequent assault although judging
by her gait I sensed the returning girl was not a danger to the
fallen girl. I was right. She knelt and I heard her talking to
the girl who was now sobbing quietly. Twice she tried to help the
girl up and the girl only succeeded in falling down again. After
these two attempts the crouching girl's voice became raised and I
realized she was getting irritated at the fallen girl's lack of
will to be helped back to the fold. Finally she stood and I heard
her shout 'you're impossible Angela. Just impossible. Stay here
if that's what you want. You can darn well walk home; and don't
say I didn't try to help you...� and with that she stalked off
towards the trees once more.

"Fuck off. Just fuck off," shouted Angela from the grass. "Fuck
off," she screamed shrilly at the top of her voice, and I heard
her give way to more sobbing and her head vanished from view;
shielded by the tall grass where she lay.

As I crouched thinking what to do next, I heard faint guttural
coughing noises from her direction and it slowly dawned on me she
was being sick. I wondered what had brought this bout of vomiting
on. Had she been physically assaulted and was it a reaction to
being punched; or maybe she had a concussion. I put the extreme
view aside in favor of believing the teens had most likely been
drinking and she was puking because she had had too much alcohol.
I grimaced at the thought of booze vomit. But it occurred to me
there were a number of cases, and included famous people, where
people choked on their own vomit and died. �Best check her out� I
thought and slowly rose and made my way towards where she lay. I
walked past her at first and spotting her feet in the long grass;
Though lying on her back, and given the fading light, I could
deduce she was quite tall and slim. She wore ubiquitous low-rider
jeans and her lower midriff and navel were exposed below a tight
fitting pale tank top under which she wore a dark colored short
sleeved tee shirt. She was wearing sandals with one lying by her
left foot. I swallowed hard to conceal a base carnal flush, as I
realized she was quite mature, despite maybe being only fifteen
or sixteen; judging by the youthful face. She had prominent
breasts, evident even though she was lying prostrate like this.
And her legs appeared slim, jammed into the tight jeans. But the
view that caused my discomfort and a sense of desire was the
pronounced lump between her legs; her pubis and sex behind the
raised seam of the crotch of the jeans. She lay with legs askew
and arms by her side. What appeared to be long brown or auburn
hair fanned out behind her, with a loose tress over her lower
face across her mouth. I stooped and peered in to see if she was
breathing, fearing she may have already choked. There was quite a
smell of alcohol off to her left shoulder and I realized she had
probably puked pure regurgitated booze; a strong aroma of stale
hops like stale beer was evident, so it was likely beer she had
been drinking. I pondered what to do. She couldn�t stay here,
passed out from the booze. She may well vomit again and be
further into her stupor than she probably was; being as she had
only fallen silent in the last five minutes or so. I leaned over
her.

�Girly, wake up,� I said quietly, and shook a leg.

No response.

�Girly�Angela�wake up,� I said remembering her name.

Still no response so I shook her harder.

�Angela, wake up. You�ve been sick. Let�s get you home,� I said
in a louder voice.

I strained to hear her breathing just to reassure myself she was
still alive; though I doubted she had expired in the short time
since I heard her vomiting. As I was trying to hear if she was
breathing, I realized for the first time since the other girls
had left, that the music and voices had stopped. It was quiet
with just the sounds of the summer night audible. It was peaceful
again; as it should be. I placed a hand cautiously on her midriff
and felt the gentle rise and fall. She was asleep; dozing in a
drunken stupor. I swallowed hard as I realized my hand was
touching her bare skin. I could just make out how her tummy
curved away to the low waist of the jeans. The waistband at the
flies� top button was slightly off her skin. I could easily slide
my hand down towards her pubis. I struggled with my sense of
right and my rising interest in the girl�s obvious sexual allure.
The jeans, tight in her crotch, accentuated her pubis and the
inner groin and accentuated the pronounced mound. I realized I
was shaking. I swallowed and moved nearer her shoulder and shook
her more vigorously.

�Angela, wake up,� I started. �We need to get you home,� and I
slid a hand under her back at her lower shoulder and tried to
lever her up.

I got her into a sitting position and her head hung forward and
her hair cascaded over her shoulders and her breasts. He hands
loosely draped beside her hips. I circled behind her and slipped
my arms under her and locked a hand to wrist at the front and
lifted her. As a dead weight like this, she was heavy and I
struggled to get her even half up. However as I was trying to get
her to a point I could perhaps get her in the fireman�s lift
position, she stirred and to my relief, took some initiative at
standing. She lifted her head and a hand cleared her hair off her
face; flicking it behind her over her shoulders. She staggered as
she twisted round to see who was holding her. I feared a panic
reaction from her.

�Angela, it�s OK, you�re OK. I�m here to help you,� I said
urgently, trying to stave off any thought she was being attacked
while drunk.

�Who�where�what�s happening?� she slurred; trying to ask three
questions at once.

�You�re Ok,� I said quickly. �I�m Brad�I found you here�you�ve
been sick. We need to get you home,� I said trying to fill her in
on the situation.

She was standing unaided now; she had twisted out of my embrace
to get a look at who I was. She drew her hands from the crown of
her forehead, sweeping the long tresses as she did so. She wasn�t
quite as tall as I first thought but the effect of her lithe
figure and pretty face framed by the hair made her desirable and
certainly worth turning your head for if she walked by. She
looked around, a little befuddled and looked back at me; the
scowling and frowning as she had struggled to get away from my
grasp, gave way to a look of confusion.

�You were in an argument,� I began. �One girl in particular; she
was screaming abuse at you. Two other girls got her out of it.
One tried to help you back to your friends but you wouldn�t go,�
I said quietly.

She narrowed her eyes and then I noted the first glimmer of
recollection at what I had just said.

�And you passed out�after you were sick,� I continued, trying to
reassure her I was a concerned passer by. Not the horny male who
was taken with her sexuality and vulnerability as she lay prone
in the grass a few moments ago; resisting an urge to cop a feel
on the unconscious girl. She turned and looked in the direction
of the trees where the three girls had disappeared to.

�They�ve gone,� I said reading her mind. �Judging by the fact
that the music and voices have stopped, I believe they have
packed up and gone.�

�They left me?� she said and stared helplessly at me.

�Yes, I think so. One girl tried hard to get you to go but you
were upset and�well you told her where to go,� I said lightly,
recalling her telling her friend to �fuck off� at the top of her
voice.

�That�d be Mary,� she said. �She�s probably the only real friend
I have amongst them,� she said sadly.

�Who was the shrew screeching at you?� I said with a slight
chuckle, trying to break the ice with her.

�Lori�the bitch,� she said vehemently. �Thinks she God�s gift to
men,� she continued. �I only�me and Todd were�� and she tapered
off; stopping short of telling me what the fight was about.

�Look let�s not dwell on your friends�� I began but she
interrupted me.

�They�re not my friends,� she sneered quickly. �Our parents are
friends,� she said accentuating her point of clarification. �We
only get around when we�re up her�while our parents are drinking
and�and hitting on each other�s wife�or husband�or sister�� and
she stopped; staring at the ground in front of her with a stern,
almost angry look on her young face.

This girl had some issues with her current scene.

�You�re on vacation then?� I asked positively, trying to steer
her away from angering herself about her family and peers.

She looked up at me.

�Yeah�up from Portsmouth. We�ve been her two weeks. We go home
Monday,� she said a lot calmer.

�We�? I asked.

She sighed.

�Me, mom, dad, my younger brother Eric, and the Powells, Hadens
and Kazinskis, she said. �And their kids and yadda, yadda�yadda,
the hangers on because we all have boats,� she said forgoing the
need to elaborate to me, a complete stranger.

I looked at her. There was still and unsteadiness about her and
she was still a little drunk. I needed to get her to where she
was staying.

�Where are you staying,� I asked.

She looked around as if to get her bearings.

�I think�down there,� she said pointing to the end of the small
Peninsula we were standing on.

I grinned at her total lack of awareness which way she was
facing.

�That�s the lake. You�ll get a wet fanny if you go too far,� I
laughed.

She blinked and looked confused and turned around in a full
circle, trying to get her bearings.

�You were all in over there,� I said pointing at the trees. �And
there is likely only one way in, so It�s got to be back that
way�but where to from there,� I said. �We need to get you home,
hopefully so your folks don�t find out you�re a little drunk,� I
chuckled and smiled at her.

Her face softened and she smiled weakly.

�Thanks�thank you�� and she tapered of and gave me an inquiring
look.

�Brad�my name is Brad�recently�or nearly�divorced�two kids Sue
and Aaron, and here on five days mental health leave,� I joked.

�Mental health leave?� she asked looking a little concerned.

I laughed.

�It�s a joke. I�m not a fruit loop, yet�just getting over the
stress of a painful divorce,� I said lightly. �I�m OK�just
chillin',� I concluded.

�Oh, I�m sorry,� she said with a slight chuckle. �The brains not
too sharp,� she said with a grimace.

�Come on Angela. Let�s get you home,� I said and took her arm and
she let me guide her back to my car.

We walked the two hundred yards or so in silence. I guided the
drunk girl and she bumped against me often as she stumbled her
way just ahead of me; my hand lightly on her arm. As we
approached the narrow footbridge back to the car park, I moved
slightly ahead and slid my hand down her lower arm and took her
wrist. To my surprise she twisted her wrist away and took my
hand. I glanced at her and smiled and I was touched she was now
trusting of me. I led her hand in hand across the bridge and over
to my car that was illuminated in the single street lamp for the
car park.

�Nice car,� she said in admiration at the Infinity G I had; steel
grey with large exhaust outlets made the car look menacing from
the rear. I had nearly bankrupted myself to buy it as a
consolation gift after Judith left me. I smiled and opened the
doors with the remote and she stood at the passenger door and I
reached from behind her and opened it for her. She went to get in
and then pausing, she turned and grabbed me in an impromptu hug.
I stood surprised by her reaction; my hands held away from her
awkwardly as my first reaction was not to return the hug lest she
misunderstand me. But as she clung longer than she should have,
the warmth of her body and her hair under my nose caused me to
feel somewhat stirred by this beautiful young body pressed
against me and I slowly embraced her shoulders and we stood in an
embrace for a full minute or so. I finally eased back and brought
a hand to her face and lightly touched her cheek and she smiled
at me. She looked up and I saw she had big brown eyes to match
her hair; shining at me in the pale light from the street lamp
virtually overhead behind me. I have no idea why but I leaned as
if to kiss her and she immediately closed her eyes and reached
her face up, forming a pucker with her lips. We kissed. Despite
her earlier bout of vomiting, I was not deterred. And her obvious
youth and our age difference, and her being drunk, did not deter
me either. All I knew was she was a good kisser and I was
becoming hard in my jeans as she pressed in on me. We stood
kissing for a few more moments and then she broke the kiss and
looked up at me.

�Where do you live?� she asked huskily.

�About a mile down there,� I said indicating back up the
peninsula to the woodland road where the cottage was.

�Can you take me there,� she said, looking a little more demure.

I swallowed hard, reading more into the question than perhaps the
simple meaning that she may just want to orientate herself and
work out where she was so as to get home. She saw the questioning
look on my face.

�It�s a matter of comfort,� she said simply. �I just peed
myself.� As we drove the short distance to the cottage, she was
constantly squirming in the seat; trying to sit without the
obvious discomfort of her wet panties and jeans. She had her legs
apart and she was trying not to put her full weight on the
leather seat. Each time I glanced at the rather unladylike way
she was sitting she giggled and rolled her eyes and repeated
�sorry� for the millionth time. We pulled up in front of the
cottage; about fifteen yards back from the road at the end of a
short dusty drive. The cottage and those surrounding were ringed
in a large stand of trees, giving each dwelling a secluded look
despite the closest one being no more than fifty yards through
the trees. As she gingerly extricated herself from the car, she
looked around as she closed the door. I walked to the front door
and opened it and hit the light switch which lit up a single
living room, kitchen, and dining room that were delineated by
furniture and a breakfast bar parallel to the sink bench and
kitchen area. There were two rooms off this main room; the
bathroom and one bedroom. At one end of the living area there
were wooden steps that led to a single master bedroom on a
mezzanine level that had its own small bathroom. As she followed
me in and looked around, I noted she had a look of recognition
about the place.

�This is like our cottage,� she said quickly, and walking to each
window in turn she stood, dragging her hair behind her ears and
peered out into the night.

�That�s us over there,� she said suddenly. �The second one; just
around the bend in the road we just came off. Just through the
back of that one nearest us� she said decisively. I can see our
boat. Dad�s brought it back,� she added, almost curiously.

I was curious how she could tell all  this in the dark, still
being a little drunk. I walked up behind her and peered out into
the night. There was one cottage close in and I could make out
the silhouette of another beyond, and to the side and behind it;
following the bend of the road just as she said. I could see
there was a single outside light burning and that weakly
illuminated the boat she referred to.

�So you�re just a short walk home,� I aid helpfully. �You can go
home and change your clothes.�

�Can I do that here?� she said quickly and glanced back at her
cottage as if someone was watching us.

I furrowed my brow in some confusion trying to see why she wanted
to do it here. She had no clothes here.

�I could wash and dry my jeans and panties and go home all dry
and clean,� she said quickly reading my thoughts.

I was certainly not averse to her staying here longer but felt
obliged to at least do my best to ascertain her motives of not
simply going home and changing.

�Mom and dad might come back while I was washing my clothes,� she
said with a look of concern. And I need to get over the effects
of the beer,� she added looking at me for confirmation she was
right.

I realized she was seeking some temporary sanctuary here. And
what better way to spend her self-imposed exile while she got
over the effects of the booze, than perhaps clean herself up.

�Where are your folks likely to be?� I asked.

�They�re all at Powell�s place. It�s a big place and we barbecued
there,� she answered. We kids went off and had a small
party�which is where you found�me,� she said. �The parents are
all together with the little kids.�

�Your friends will return without you,� I said suddenly seeing a
problem for her.

She looked a little concerned; clearly not have reasoned this
possibility. She thought a minute and then seemed to have the
answer to this problem.

�They�ll just say they dropped me off. I�m the youngest
anyway�they didn�t really want me there but Mary�s mom insisted I
go. I think she thought I�d cramp their style in a good way,� she
said reasoning the events that led to her being on the peninsula.

�Sort of like the cuckoo in the nest,� I said helpfully, trying
to support her theory.

She frowned not really understanding my meaning.

�Mary�s mom thought you would be a put-off to the older teenagers
getting up to mischief,� I clarified.

�Yeah, yeah�I guess,� she said, and looked a little sheepish as
she clearly relived the evening�s events.

Time to change the subject.

�Well if you�re going to stay here for awhile,� I started looking
at my watch, �we�d best get those clothes washed and dried,� I
added.

It was the reason she came here and it was gone 8:45. I didn�t
know how long it would be before here parents came back. Maybe
sooner rather than later if they thought she had been dropped off
alone. And seemingly there was a younger brother who might need
to be brought home to bed at a respectable hour. I wandered up to
the bedroom and she stood watching me.

�Where are you going,� she asked a little confused at my actions.

�To get you something to wear while your pants are in the
washer,� I said looking back, and catching she understood me.

�Oh yeah,� I need something to wear,� she giggled then added,
�maybe,� and grinned at me.

I recalled our embrace and kiss. She was obviously teasing with
�maybe� she needed something to wear�or was she?

I found a Boston College football jersey I often wore. It was big
and would come down to here knees. That would do as a dress she
could wear. I returned and as I walked down the stairs I threw it
to her.

�Try that on quarterback,� I laughed.

�Ooh cool,� she gushed holding the jersey out in front of her.
�BC Eagles�very nice.�

She pulled it over her head in a trice and then set about
removing her jeans and underpants and walked to the washer in the
cupboard at one end of the kitchen. It always amused me how woman
could get in and out of clothing so rapidly without betraying any
modesty or decorum. The jersey swamped her.

�What about your tops?� I asked walking over to her.

She looked down at her front, seeing the football jersey.

�What about them?� she said curious about why I thought she
should wash her tank top and tee shirt.

�You�ve been drinking beer and you puked it up. Your folks may be
able to smell it in the tops as a give away,� I said
pragmatically.

She realized my point and nodded sagely. She looked at how she
could remove her top without taking the jersey off but clearly
this was impossible.

�In there,� I said pointing to the spare bedroom.

Without a word she skipped to the door, and looking back with a
grin o her face, she pushed inside, not completely closing the
door. I was enjoying the thought that for a minute or two, she
would be naked as she removed the jersey, her tops and bra and
then put the jersey back on. I walked to the jeans lying mostly
inside out on the floor in front of the washer. There was a pair
of light blue panties caught up in the crotch. I looked furtively
at the bedroom door and then quickly felt the garments. They were
indeed wet and I couldn�t resist holding the clothing to my nose
quickly. I could smell the odor of stale urine. I separated the
panties from the jeans and dropped the clothing into the washing
machine, just as she skipped back into the room with her tops and
bra in her hand. She made no secret of hiding the white bra and I
also saw her nipples pressing against the football jersey. She
grinned and poked her tongue teasingly at me and dropped the
clothing into the washer. I poured some washing liquid in and
closed the top and set the machine to wash.

�Now you,� I said looking at her with a grin.

�Me what?� she said.

�You need to get clean to,� I answered and motioned towards the
bedroom upstairs. �My bathroom I think; there are no towels or
soap in the downstairs one.�

�Oh right,� she giggled, I need to clean my fanny,� she said and
chuckled. It�s all peed up.�

I rolled my eyes and grinned at her childish comment. She was in
that tipsy stage of drunkenness, as she was slowly sobering up.

�Come on, let�s get you to the shower,� I said with a chuckle.

I led her up the stairs to the bedroom on the mezzanine level,
and stood at the bathroom waiting for her. She looked around the
bedroom and then wandered past me. I took a quick peek at her
nipples pushing the football jersey as she passed by into the
bathroom. She stopped inside and turned and looked at me, waiting
for me to close the door and give her privacy.

�There are towels in that cupboard under the sink top,� I said
pointing at the vanity unit behind her. �They�re a bit
threadbare. I suspect the owner brings their own when they stay.
These are just basic ones for renters."

She stood looking at me rather coyly.

�You can wash my back if you like,� she said looking at me with a
wicked grin.

I laughed at her teasing.

�I�ll call your bluff,� I said and grinned at her.

�What makes you think I�m bluffing?� she asked with her head
cocked to one side.

The kiss at the car was a result of her being drunk and my
mounting interest in sexually; aided by our close proximity with
my supporting her to stand. It was somewhat unnecessary yet
totally arousing, given the spontaneity. This was altogether
different as, despite being a little drunk, she was openly
challenging me. I swallowed not knowing what to do. I certainly
wasn�t going to dismiss her as a precocious little tease, yet she
was no more than sixteen at best. She saw my indecision and
grinned, realizing I was confused at whether she was joking or
not. She stood with her head slightly cocked to one side and
slowly lifted the waist of the jersey, now staring provocatively
at me. I swallowed hard and noted my mouth was dry; I licked my
lips involuntarily and it must have looked like I was ogling here
lasciviously. I looked at the slight bush of brown pubic hair
come into view and then the dark line that was the slit between
her plump labia. �Oh my God! She�s actually exposing herself.
She�s not bluffing�! my mind screamed. I looked back at here face
and swallowed again then back at her sex. She moved one leg and I
gulped as she moved her fingers to cover her sex, and then slowly
revealed it again; all the while looking steadily at me and
trying to read my reaction. If this was coquettish teasing she
was damn good at it.

�Come and shower with me Brad,� she said in a low voice.

I looked at her face and despite the overture I could see a
degree of doubt; either in what she was doing or whether I might
bawl her out and chastise her, me being perhaps an angry adult. I
caved. Stepping forward I wrapped an arm around her and shoved my
hand roughly between her legs. She gasped at my sudden movement
and clung to the jersey at her waist with one hand and hooked the
other arm around my shoulder. We kissed and I gave her a
searching vaginal examination with my hand; sliding my fingers
along and under her slit and pushing my middle finger back at her
vaginal opening. She gasped and moaned on my mouth and moved to
open her legs a little more. I had fingers I her now; she was dry
and somewhat tight. The engagement had begun. I could throw
caution and good sense to the wind and in an instant I determined
I would fuck her; just as I wanted to do when I had touched her
bare midriff back at the small forest park. I stroked and groped
her for a few minutes while we held the kiss. We couldn�t stand
this way indefinitely so I broke the kiss and gasped at her to
undress. She stood back and pulled the football jersey off as I
pulled my polo shirt off and quickly shucked my jeans; stumbling
as they caught on my sneakers which I had to kick off. I walked
past her and turned the shower on and then went back and embraced
her while the water heated up. This time as I fingered her sex,
she grabbed for my cock; and we kissed while groping each other.
After minute or two of fingering her, I held my hand under the
water which was more than warm but not scalding hot. I disengaged
the embrace and ushered her to the bath side and she stepped in.
As I followed, she stood and adjusted the temperature. I took her
from behind and ran my hands up her belly and grabbed each of her
firm young breasts; tweaking the nipples. Her hair was behind her
and I was conscious of her getting it drenched.

�What about your hair,� I panted from behind her. �It�ll take
hours to dry if you get it wet.�

�I�ll tie it up,� she said and stepped back from the shower�s
stream and I watched as she gathered it and tied it into a knot.

My cock was rock hard waving between her upper thighs and when
she finished she reached back between her legs and grasped it and
jacked it awkwardly. I continued with one breast and dropped my
hand between her legs and fingered her again. We were both
gasping and sighing and panting. I wanted cock in her mouth so I
stopped groping her and spun her around so the shower sprayed
against my shoulders and ran down my back. She looked surprised
at first and then grinned and kneeled as I pushed her shoulders
down and she took me into her mouth. I shielded her from the
water which was ironic as she was in here to clean her butt and
groin after have peed herself earlier. Yet I was feeling the
water on my back and she was relatively dry; working my cock in
her mouth and jacking me with her hand. I realized she had done
this before. I wasn�t the first cock she had handled this way.
She was too familiar with it. She swirled and twirled her tongue
and occasionally took her mouth off it and rubbed it around her
cheek and looked up at me. On one occasion she lifted it back
against my belly and licked the underside and played with my
balls gently. I roved my hands over her breasts as a token show
of reciprocation but the truth was she had me so aroused all I
wanted to do was fuck her now. I eased her off my cock and she
slowly stood, still jacking me. I reached for the shower rose and
adjusted the water directly down towards the back of the bathtub
and quickly guided her past me again. The water missed her hair,
apart from a few splashes as she came abreast of me and then past
me towards the wall, and inside the stream from the shower head
so it missed her and hit me standing behind her. She stood side
on to the shower stream, still holding my cock and looking
confused as to what was next when I took her shoulders and turned
her to face the wall; she was still reaching back with my cock in
hand. I took a small piece of soap from the soap tray and slid it
under and up between her legs. She winced as the dry soap caught
her and it must have hurt. But water from my chest spilled down
my arm and soon I was lathering her cunt from behind. She put one
hand forward against the wall as a brace. She had worked out what
I wanted to do next.

I soaped her freely, pushing the soap into her sex between the
labia. The soap was very slippery, leaving a slimy residue. The
water splattered her infrequent as it still splashed my front and
I felt she was really greasy between her labia. She was ready,
now for me. I grabbed my cock and she let it go and her hand went
to the wall like the other one and she leaned forward and took
the weight of her upper body. I quickly lathered my cock and
dropping the soap in the bath, I guided myself forward and the
cock head hit the back of her slit. She gasped in anticipation
and then groaned and moved one leg while she lowered her butt a
little and I felt the head engage her vaginal opening. Despite
the soap, she was quite tight and I had to go slow as she gasped
and panted small instructions to �be careful�gently, that�s it,
that�s it�wait..� and she moved her other leg, opening her crotch
wider and lifted her butt a little to compensate her spread legs
lowering her height slightly. I slowly pushed into her and she
groaned and gasped as I went further up and in. This wasn�t the
best position for maximum penetration but the whole carnal nature
of this fuck had taken me over, and reaching around and under her
arm, I held her across the midriff and pushed home as far as I
could. She sighed and dropped her head. The water was playing in
my abdomen and running down the junction of our sexes. The soap
washed from my pubic hair and dribbled into her inner groin in
the crease with her labia. I was braced against her and slowly
undulated my hips obscenely as I began to fuck her. Gentle in out
strokes; the whole out-stroke being no more than a couple of
inches as I paused and shoved back. She sighed and I could tell
she had her body safely brace by her outstretched arms so brought
my hand off her hip and tunneled under her crotch, seeking her
clitoral area. The front of her slit was still greasy as the
cleansing water had not been able to reach that far forward and
she was still quite slick. I started to finger her clitoris, and
the arm held around her middle I pulled up to massage a breast
and twirl the nipple.

I was sure she wasn�t a virgin but I had no way of knowing just
how sexual she really was. She may well be a big tease and just
put on the act of being sexually aware. I soon got my answer as
her breathing gave way to a series of gasps and groans as I
fingered her and twirled the nipple. She began to move her feet
as the arousal started to build and occasionally she lifted her
head and groaned and then dropped it again and made little
mewling noises. Somewhere in this agitation she began to cry out
�oh Christ, oh fuck�oh fucking hell�oh do it�fucking do it�� and
it turned me on as she started to vocalize what she was clearly
enjoying. I picked up the pace of fucking and at one point she
abandoned one hand on the wall and pushed it over my hand
fingering her clitoris. Holding it in one spot and she pushed
down against the hand as I pumped her harder. She came; crying
and gasping and her hand on the wall nearly slipped and she
rotated the palm desperately to keep it braced and she was
groaning �oh fuck...fucking hell�awww�shit�argh�� and gasping as
she came.

She started to sag and I wrapped both arms around her and held
her and quickly shoved up vigorously into her tight cunt. She had
both hands at the wall again but now I had he lifted so I took
most oh her weight and eventually her hands dropped to just above
her knees and I slammed her hard and came in a long cry of
ecstasy as I spurted long hard bursts of cum up into her body. I
rutted and shoved in short sharp burst at each spurt and she
grunted and gasped as I finally shoved as deep as I could and
stood crouched over her and held myself still as the pleasure
wafted through me; the water spraying on my shoulders as I bent
forward with my cheek against her shoulder blades. I was spent;
she was spent. She was breathing heavily and gasping to regain
control; as much at the difficulty in breathing with my arms
wrapped tight around her and being doubled over, as the effect of
the orgasm she had just had. I slowly raised myself up and she
straightened as I released her, and my cock slipped out of her as
she stood up. She turned slowly with the shower stream between us
and smiled and gasped; �that was so fucking amazing,� and she
gave a laugh of satisfaction.

�Ever done it in the shower, or bath, before?� I laughed and run
my hand through my hair which was now saturated from the shower.

�Uh uh,� she laughed as a �no�. �It�s a first for me.�

�A first 'first' or a first in a shower?� I said looking at her
inquisitively.

�Oh yeah right�I was a virgin�NOT!� she laughed.

I stood and looked at her and.

�How long since you lost your cherry?� I ventured cautiously.

�Hmm, three years or so,� she said candidly. �Middle school; with
a high school boy from two houses away. In their basement.�

�And how many times since?� I asked pushing my luck.

�Not enough to be a slut,� she giggled. �But enough to get better
at it,� and she moved towards me then squealed and rushed at me
as her head strayed under the shower and she sought to get past
it.

I stepped back quickly and drew her to me so she wouldn�t get her
hair wet. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. She broke
the kiss and looked at me with some admiration.

�But you�re my oldest and best to date,� she said quietly. �Much
better than impatient boys.�

�I�m flattered,� I laughed.

I stood holding her.

�That wasn�t your first orgasm either, was it?� I asked quietly.

She shook her head as she held it against my chest in our
embrace.

�It was the first real one during sex though,� she said quietly
against my chest.

I leaned her back and looked into her face.

�What do you mean?� I asked.

�I�ve had orgasm before; most times I�you know�masturbate,� she
said candidly. But never when having any sort of sex. Most of the
boys were all about them to worry about me. I might cop a feel
but they were in a hurry to get on my knees or on my back,� she
said somewhat sadly.

�Ah well there�s not a great mystery there,� I said sagely with a
smile. �Boys are just too revved up to understand that the girl
might want something too. All they want is to get their rocks off
and to hell with what the girls want.�

�You got that right,� she said wryly in agreement.

�But if they are so selfish, why do you keep going back?� I said.

She looked a little uncomfortable at my question and laid her
head against me.

�I don�t know,� she said softly. �Until now, it wasn�t something
that was my need. It�s just�well�I guess I always hoped there
would be a boy that I liked who could do what you just did.�

�But it never happened?� I asked quietly.

�No. It never did. The only thing that happened was mom found out
about one boy I had had sex with at a friends house on a
sleepover; there was hell to pay for everybody�but true to form,
she dodged any responsibility and simply put me on the pill.�


�Like giving the fox the key to the hen house," I said a little
surprised. �What did your mother say?�

�Not much. Oh there was yelling and crying, but dad sort of
calmed her down. But when she decided to put me on the pill, dad
was against it. Anyway mom was adamant she wasn�t going to be a
grandmother before forty nor did she want me to get pregnant,�
she said sadly. �But it was like it was all done for mom rather
than me.�

She paused and I thought she was about to cry. She thought for a
moment then looked up at me.

�They were such poor role models. They�ve both had affairs that I
know about,� she said seriously. �But somehow they just swept
those facts under the carpet and it was all about me and being
boy-crazy and stuff��

I looked at her, feeling sad for her. No wonder she had a problem
with understanding boys and her sexuality. It was all fucked up
by her parents somehow. I decided to cut this line of discussion.
It wasn�t much after nine thirty and we still hadn�t got her
clothes washed and dried.

�Take a couple of minutes and clean up,� I said looking down at
her crotch. �It�s more than just pee to get washed away now.�

She grinned and without any embarrassment, ran her hands between
her legs and felt about.

�Yep, plenty of gooeyness there now,� she giggled. �You came
loads.�

�Long abstinence,� I said. �No wife to pester anymore�� and
regretted I brought my divorced state into the discussion;
fearing it would only spark questions from her.

�How are you feeling though?� I said quickly. �The booze�your
stomach�your�� and stopped short of saying cunt, or pussie or
snatch.

I had regressed into seeing her as a kid; the child as a woman,
yet still the child. I felt myself blanch at the realization I
had fucked a teen that might be only fifteen. Sixteen was the age
of consent in New Hampshire. And even if she was sixteen I was
thirty three and there were laws about enticing girls into sex
where the male was an adult and much older than the girl. Back
door ways to get dirty old men like me for having sex with young
girls even if they wee over sixteen, but not twenty-one.

�My pussie,� she said grinning. �It�s just fine, if a little
greasy right now,� and she turned to let the water spray over her
nice breasts and she started to rub her hands back and forth
splashing water up inside her legs and crotch.

My cock was still hard and her actions were kind of exciting, but
she needed to get cleaned up; for now at least. I stooped and
retrieved the soap and nudged her hip and she turned and saw it
and took it. I stepped out of the bathtub as she began to wash
herself. I pulled a towel from the rail and after quickly drying
myself, wrapped it around my waist and went downstairs. The
washing machine was in the final spin cycle. I walked to the
window and looked about over at where she was staying. There were
no other lights on so I figured her family was still out. I
wondered what they would say about her absence from the group of
friends. I was still a little confused about why she simply
hadn�t walked home and showered and cleaned up there. I didn�t
think her reasons of her parents finding her washing her jeans
was a big issue. She could confess she had some beer and she had
wet herself because she was busting, walking home after the kids
took off. But then she might have to say why they left her. Or
she could simply say she slipped in the lake and got her ass wet
that way, and decided to go home and change, rather than leave
with the other kids. No, it was clear she wanted to stay here. I
could only think she had decided that what happened in the
bathroom was what she was after; in some shape or form. Sex with
a grown man. Was it the drink or was it a deeper sexual urge that
drove her? She had already alluded to a sense of promiscuity
within her parent�s clique; different husbands and wives having
designs on each other within the group. Did she too believe it
was OK to simply go after what you coveted despite the obvious
reasons not to? She interrupted these questions in my mind by
calling from the top of the stairs.

�How�s the washing going?�

The washing machine had finished.

�Ready to be dried now,� I said positively and walked to the
washer.

She came down the stairs wearing the football jersey. I looked at
her ample breasts wobbling as she took each step down the stairs.
She regarded me with a smile as she descended; seeing me look at
her breasts and knowing how firm and proud they were on her slim
figure.

�Had a good look?� she chuckled as she came up to me.

I had turned to take the wet clothes from the washer and put them
in the dryer. Her panties fell to the floor and as I stood
holding her jeans and tops and bra in a wet bundle, she stooped
and picked up the panties; and grinning she twirled them on a
finger hooked in one leg opening. She gave me an enigmatic smile
and then dropped the garment on the top of the bundle I stood
holding. I pushed them into the clothes dryer and closed the
door. Once the machine was running I turned and looked at her;
standing demurely with her hands behind her back.

�What now?� she said with a smile and stepped forward and wrapped
her arms around me.

I dropped my arms loosely around her neck and looked down at her.
Her hair was still tied in the knot at the back and I undid it,
allowing her brown mane to fall across her shoulders. I fluffed
the hair and drew my hands up the nape of her neck. She shuddered
and made a small �oooh� noise as the hands obviously brought a
little shock to her system.

�How are you feeling?� I asked, referring to her earlier drunk
state. �Sobered up yet?�

�Not quite,� she said and leaned up and formed her mouth for a
kiss.

I bent and we kissed for a few minutes; her arms around my waist
and I had tightened my grip around her shoulders I was
concentrating on the kiss and noting she was actually a good
kisser; nice and sloppy and lots of tongue. I was enjoying this
when I felt a movement against the towel around my waist and the
towel dropped to the floor. She had felt for and found the corner
tucked in the waist and released it. I stopped kissing and eased
back to look at her. She smiled demurely and I felt her hand wrap
around my semi-hard cock.

�Let�s make him hard,� she said sweetly, and gave me a few
strokes. �Is he able to get hard after the nice sex in the
shower,� she said in a forced husky voice.

He got hard. She continued to stroke me and we kissed again. I
slipped a hand under the jersey waistband and slid it up into her
sex.

�Mmmm,� she moaned as I slipped my fingers between her labia.

We stood for a few minutes this way and she eventually eased back
from the kiss and slowly began to crouch before me; my hand
disengaging from her sex as she moved into position and slowly
took my cock in her mouth; looking up at me in an almost
challenging way. She started to give me an expert blow job;
sucking the head as she jacked me with her hand. She swirled her
tongue around the head and ran her nails up under the shaft as
she licked it like a lollipop. For period of time she worked on
the cock and fondled my balls gently. Occasionally running her
hand under the scrotum and lightly stroked the perineum. This was
no novice. I have always been able to hold off from cumming
indefinitely while being sucked. I�m not sure why but each time I
had blown my load when being sucked, invariably my hand had
joined the hand of whoever was sucking me, to maximize the
ecstasy of the buildup and ejaculation. But Angela already had me
well on the way. It hadn�t been more than six or seven minutes
since she stopped to blow me when I felt the sap really start to
rise. I had both hands around the back of her head; fingers
locked, trapping her head rather than holding it. She sensed my
nearness and pulled back and opened her mouth. It wasn�t what I
wanted I wanted to throat her but I held my stance and let her
lick and jack me into strong hard spurts as I filled her mouth.
Some of the spurts weakened a little before the next spurt and
dribbled to the side of her opened mouth and onto her chin. When
I finally gasped and spewed the last of the cum into her, her
mouth was ringed with splatters and strings of semen, with the
majority pooled on her tongue. She looked up at me and I saw her
tongue moving the pool of semen around and then she slowly curled
her tongue and closed her mouth to swallow. All the while she
studied my reaction. I groaned �fantastic� and stroked her hair
and she took her fingers and wiped the cum from around her mouth
into her lips and made smacking noises like eating greasy
chicken. Finally she stood and I stooped and picked up the towel.

�My turn,� I said quietly and holding the towel, I guided her to
the stairs and up to the bedroom.

She anticipated that whatever was to happen next, it would be on
the bed so she pulled the bedclothes back exposing the bottom
sheet, and slipped up onto the bed and sat taking the jersey off.
I threw the towel into the bathroom and walked towards her, my
cock still semi erect. She stared at it bobbing in front of me
and then lay back to receive an embrace she anticipated was
coming next. I leaned over her and began kissing her and fondling
her breasts. The nipples were hard to my touch and I squeezed
them, bringing about small winces and hisses as I tweaked too
hard. I bent and gave each one a working over in turn, with my
tongue. She enjoyed this and her hand went through my damp hair
and she moaned her encouragement to my working the nubbins over.
One hand slithered slowly down her side and onto her lower belly
region. I sifted her fine pubic hair through my fingers and then
slid a finger directly between her labia at the crinkled hood
that covered her clitoris. I went at the clitoris with varying
pressure and stroking and she groaned; all the while my mouthy
still working at her nipples in turn. I slid the fingers down her
inner labia and noted she was a little moist. I pushed the
fingers right down and into her vagina. She moved a leg and
opened herself wider and lifted her hips to allow me to penetrate
her with two fingers. I finger fucked her for a short while then
I moved them back to the clitoris. She was now moaning
continually and making short gasps as I hit a pleasure spot.
Realizing she was getting aroused, I let my mouth trail down her
midriff to her belly and then down to her sex. I opened her sex
lips with my free hand and slid my tongue into the labia and
licked slowly around and then up to her clitoris. For the next
five minutes or so I worked her over with my mouth and two
fingers jammed in her sex. She had opened her legs as wide as she
could and soon she was jerking her hips as each shot of pleasure
went through her; her hand clamped on my head. I pushed my hand
as hard into her and she was wet and warm and somewhere in the
rotating and pushing of the fingers and nipping and biting of her
clitoris with my teeth and lips, she began to hiss and groan and
moan as I felt her begin to move erratically on my hand; twisting
her hips and gasping out loud �oooohhh�fuck,�oh God�� over and
over and felt her vaginal contraction as she came hard on my
mouth and hand.

As she calmed down and let the feeling spread over her body, I
pulled myself up and moved over the nearest leg and kneeled
between them, jacking my cock to ensure it was hard and ready;
smearing the precum around the head and foreskin which was
stretched back by the blood engorging the organ. I eased forward
and she watched me through half closed eyelids, as I steered
myself to her slightly dilated vagina. I slid the head down and
forward and slowly slid in as she lifted her hips to help the
entry. As I pushed firmly home, she rolled her head back and
gasped, so I was looking at the underside of her chin and jaw. As
I slid back and forth to allow my foreskin to equalize along the
length of my cock she exhaled a large sigh of satisfaction and
with my hands now braced either side of her shoulders, I settled
in to a steady rhythmic fucking. It hadn�t been that long since I
had cum in her mouth in the kitchen so I knew it would take a
steady effort of concentration and firm pressure to cum a second
time within half an hour. It wasn�t something I was used to. With
Judith, sex meant instant sleep afterwards. No thought of a
second bout until the next day of the week when she responded to
my advances. And that ended at least eight weeks before she left
me and there hadn�t been sex with anyone since. I guess my libido
was well primed from the emotional abstinence I found myself left
with. Sure I masturbated frequently. But seldom multiple times in
an hour. I fucked Angela steadily and I was reveling in her warm
tightness and I fucked her in my head for several minutes; using
my carnal thoughts to heighten the pleasure as I speared into
her. Occasionally shoving as deep as I could and when the desire
to start the ejaculation came to me, I would slow and pause. Once
I had staved off the urge, I would fuck straight in and out;
going deep each thrust. I studied her face. She was lying calm
and I knew she was watching me through her half-closed eyelids. I
made no attempt to stimulate her apart from my cock going
steadily in and out of her. After I had been fucking this way for
about ten minutes I missed holding back and the hint of
approaching orgasm started to bloom and quickened my pace to
accelerate the building climax so I could maximize the pleasure.
Every man knows that speed and pressure required; born of hours
of their lives at bringing the orgasm with their own hand. I
didn�t fight the welling pleasure I was feeling and as I started
to grunt and gasp as I worked into her to get myself off with
maximum pleasure, she moved her hands to my forearms and her eyes
opened a little wider. She started to move her pelvis towards me;
her legs spread wide of my side with the heels braced with the
knees up. I looked at her face and mouthing my appreciation of
what was about to happen with �oh fuck�Christ�oh Jesus I�m
cumming�� and let all of the sexual arousal I had built up in me,
explode as I came hard and deep into her teen body. Slamming her
and spurting into her a third time in just over an hour and a
half, since being here. I slammed her as I wrung the last drops
of semen from my body and slowed to collapse half over her. She
moved her arms around my shoulder and hugged me.

�That was so could for you,� she said softly as she nuzzled my
ear. �So good for both us,� she added, recalling the complete
encounter on the bed.

I lay half across her chest and half on one arm braced behind her
head and breathed hard, as I allowed the weariness to finally
overtake me. With a concerted effort, I pulled my deflating cock
from her and rolled to the side and on my back. She rolled side
ways and let me draw her into the crook of my arm. I opened my
eyes a little and she smiled and pecked my check and then her
eyelids fluttered and she allowed herself to drift off into a
doze. I took her cue and let my eyes close.

When I woke from that deep afterglow doze following good sex, I
took a few moments to reorient myself to where I was and with
whom. I looked at my watch and noticed it had gone eleven ten. I
looked at her snuggled against me and pondered my good luck and
obvious folly. Sex with maybe an under age girl not half my age.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. A sense of anxiety flushed over me. Was
she trustworthy? Could I expect her not to brag to friends; or
perhaps during some future difficulties in her life, tell all to
some counselor or shrink? I had crossed the Styx into Hades,
figuratively speaking. I couldn�t undo this. Picking up a drunken
teen and taking advantage of her. Any thought of arguing it was
consensual would be negated by her being intoxicated. She could
argue diminished responsibility even if she wasn�t a minor. I lay
and felt increasingly concerned about what could happen if this
did come out. I needed to minimize the chances of her being
missed and no one knowing where she was. I had to get her out of
here. I gently roused her and she opened her eyes and rubbed at
them with her hand.

�Time for us to get you home,� I said quietly.

She saw the serious look on my face.

�Wha�what�s the matter?� she asked sleepily.

�It�s nearly eleven fifteen. We need to get you home before your
parents return,� I said sitting up and dragging her with me.

�Oh�geez�� she exclaimed and she squared around and drew her legs
up and groped between them. �I�ve leaked,� she said candidly and
her hands seemed to be determining just how much semen was
leaking, or had leaked from her vagina.

�The famous wet spot,� I said sagely. �You�ll get used to that as
you get older,� I said and regretted my reference to age.

Best get her moving.

�Come on�don�t worry about the wet patch. Go into the bathroom
and clean up,� I instructed and pulled away from her, getting out
the far side of the bed so as I wouldn�t have to climb over her.
�I�ll get your clothes. The dryer has finished.�

My clothes were in the bathroom and I didn�t want to go in there
while she was there. I rummaged in my suitcase and found a pair
of under shorts and pulled them on and went down stairs. I felt
her eyes in the back of my head. She would be wondering what
brought about my change of attitude; diffident and not wanting to
engage her with eye contact. I went to the clothes dryer and took
her clothes out. They were still a little warm as I gathered them
up and went back upstairs. She was in the bathroom when I arrived
back upstairs and I lay the garments on the bed. I placed the
panties on top of her jeans which were a little crumpled; and
placed her bra on top of the two tops, beside the jeans. She
appeared, still naked and without looking at me she went to the
bed and took the panties. I took her preoccupation with dressing
to go into the bathroom and dress in there. When I came out she
was finishing off smoothing her jeans around her lower legs;
trying to get the wrinkles from the dryer out of them.  They were
tight enough around her waist, butt and thighs to sit smooth
against her lithe body. I could see she was had a worried look on
her face. I felt such a shit. I wonder how many women felt this
way about men who appeared to be indifferent towards them after
sex. I took her shoulders and finally looked at her.

�Look Angela. I didn�t think before�well�before we made love. But
I have to accept the difference in our ages. More importantly
your age�� I said.

�I�m sixteen silly�over the legal age of consent,� she said
trying to reassure me.

�But people will frown at the fact I�m much older than you. There
are some laws that could see me in some strife, as if I took
advantage of you being drunk, despite you being sixteen,� I said
trying to lay out the facts as I saw them.

�I wasn�t that drunk that I didn�t know what I was doing,� she
said evenly. �I wanted it to happen�even when we were at the car.
When we kissed. I was excited�that�s why I peed,� she continued.

�Well maybe so but�� I started but she interrupted me.

�You�re worried someone will find out; that I�ll tell,� she said
as a statement, not a question.

I nodded and made a wry face at the situation.

�Not so much you will tell, but that someone might work out where
you have been and what we did,� I said, admitting my fear.

�I won�t tell a soul�ever,� she said. �I promise.�

I nodded and lightly massage her shoulders with my fingers; a
nervous tic as it seemed to be.

�OK well that�s very reassuring but you must see that we need to
get you home in case somehow someone else finds out you�re here,
or have been here,� I said looking at her for her understanding.

She nodded.

�I understand Brad,� she said softly. �I don�t want to leave but
I know I�d best get going.�


�Your shoes are downstairs,� I said and giving her big hug.

I steered her to the landing and followed her down the stairs.
She found her sandals and I went to the window and peered across
at their cottage. There was till only the outside light burning.
I went to the bench where I had dropped my keys when we came in.

�It�s OK,� she called as she was putting her last sandal on.
�I�ll walk through the trees. It�s not far,� she volunteered.

�Are you sure?� I asked unconvincingly as I realized it was
better for me to stay as far away from her as possible right now.
�Perhaps I could walk with you.�

�No you have to keep clear,� she said firmly and walked over to
me. �The woods are quite open. I had a bit of a scout around when
we arrived,� she assured me.

�OK, if you think you�re alright. Turn the side window light on
twice when you get in�that�s a bedroom if it�s like this place.
Just as a signal you�re OK. I�ll turn the downstairs lights off
to let you know I�ve seen your signal,� I said peering back at
the darkened cottage about fifty yards through the trees.

I heard her giggle and turned to look at her.

�What�?� I said.

�It sounds like the secret service,� she said.

The grin faded and she looked at me.

�Well I�d best be getting on she said and I saw tears welling up
in her eyes. I went to her and hugged her.

�This has been a special night,� I said hugging her to me. �I�ll
never forget this,� I said feeling a little choked myself.

She was one gutsy kid.

�Me neither,� she sniffed. �It was the best night of my life.�

�Me to,� I said.

�You mean it?� she asked looking up at.

�Yes I do,� I said trying to be as sincere as I could.

Really I just wanted her out of here.

�We could meet�when we get home. Manchester is not far from
Portsmouth�� she began.

�I think that would be just too dangerous,� I said holding her
face gently and smoothing the tears on her cheeks with my thumbs.
�The best moments are those that remain special and not spoiled
by too many attempts� to recreate them,� I said trying to
dissuade her from any thought of a repeat meeting.

She nodded reluctantly.

�Come on. You�re folks might come home any minutes,� I said and
guided her to the back door.

�What do you think I should tell them,� she asked.

�Tell them as much of the truth as you can,� I reasoned. �You had
a fight with Lori and they left without you. They will probably
assume you�d been drinking with the rest of them so they may yell
a bit. Let them have some reason to appear the worried parents;
about your drinking I mean.�


She nodded.

�How did I get home?� she asked, anticipating likely questions.

�You walked. They left; you realized you were close to home so it
only took about twenty minutes. You were home before dark, just
so they don�t worry you were wandering around in the dark,� is
said completing her lie.

She nodded and with a sad look she opened the door. She paused
and reached an arm around my neck and kissed me.

�I�ll never forget this Brad. �You�ll be still here when we go
home. I�ll think of you. Think of tonight�and always,� she said
softly, and turned and walked out into the night.

I saw her for about ten or fifteen yards or so and she morphed
into the darkness. I stood and watched the house and about six or
seven minutes after she left, a light went on and off twice in
the side of their cottage. I turned the kitchen lights out,
pushed the lock button on the back door and detouring passed the
fridge, grabbed a beer and opened it in the light from the
fridge; tossing the screw cap with a clatter into the sink. I
slowly went upstairs, still feeling regret at the situation I had
let happen. I turned the bathroom light off and sat on the bed
and slowly drank my beer; reflecting on my situation and the sex
with Angela.

I slept like a log. When I woke in the morning, I had this
feeling something was in the back of my mind and I couldn�t
figure what. I looked at the empty beer bottle and the events of
the night before slowly came back to me. I felt a sense of
pleasure at the recall of the situation and sat up and cleared
the sleep from my eyes. That was great sex we had. So willing and
pretty dammed good at it to.

�Manchester�s not far from Portsmouth,� I said aloud. �I wouldn�t
mind some more of that�if she�s sixteen.�

I thought a minute or two.

�Hell, I don�t even know her last name. I couldn�t find her
anyway�� I muttered, realizing she was simply �Angela�.

The End

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