Barton Jr. High
( Mf )

Chapter 1 – Next Stop: Wankerville

It was eleven years ago when I went to work for the Barton County School System.  My Teacher’s Certificate was in Math and Physical Sciences, and the junior high school needed a math teacher.  Given the growling in my belly for lack of adequate carbohydrates, I accepted the position and headed off for teacher’s purgatory in East Jesus.  

You can’t teach just one subject in a county school; there’s a rule against doing sensible shit within a school system, soooo in addition to math, they gave me not Physics, not Chemistry, not Calculus… stuff for which I was qualified, but… yes, you guessed it… Wood Shop!  

Now, I’ve smashed a few thumbs in my life trying to do woodworking projects around the house, so I figured that made me at least as qualified as the other teachers in Wankerville, so I reluctantly agreed to give it my best shot, which frankly was more enthusiasm than the administrator had seen from a teacher in a long time. 

Junior high school is, most everywhere, a preverbal sewer of brats; ten to fourteen year olds who can’t stand authority figures.  They would probably be better citizens if, on the first day of school the school system would sacrifice a couple of them in front of the entire student body as a warning to those who would major in fucking up.  But I was holding out hope that at least a few of them would be a refreshing joy to teach; the chance to fan a tiny spark of intelligence into a glowing ember of success; a living vessel full of promise for the future.  

On the other hand, junior high is where they start mixing formaldehyde with tobacco on the slow road to a high, and a fast track to a death.  The more I thought about the fearless nature of these kids, the more I wanted to run out of the door with my tail tucked between my legs before any of them had a chance to shoot me or worse. 

This was Bartonville, Arkansas; the proverbial “Wanker County”.  From tails afloat in the teacher’s lounge, generations back, old man Barton had fucked every one of his daughters and a couple of his sheep.  There was less genetic diversity in this town than there was in a Petri dish.

The first day of school finally rolled around, and my diarrhea was worse than the students’.  I supposed I was more afraid of them than they were of me.  I muddled my way through 7th Grade Algebra I; twenty four typical pricks, all jockeying for position to attract the other sex.  A couple of the girls, twelve or thirteen year-olds I guessed, were actually pretty hot looking by my measure; sweet, and innocent with nice round asses, trim waists, perfect legs and just enough titties to make for good nibbling.  

There was one in particular, Stephanie, who caught my eye.  And for whatever reason, her eyes seemed to dwell on me more of the time than I expected.  Most of the kids were trying to focus on anything but me; their fingernails, the door knob, whatever.  After all, I was going to be up their asses like a proctologist for the next nine months, and they were in no hurry to begin the honeymoon.

Stephanie had her medium brown hair streaked with blond highlights.  She was unbearably cute, and her dressmaker had wasted no material in the construction of her skirt.  I could see then that Stephanie was going to be hard to ignore all year.

Next on the menu was Algebra II; the class definitely had some potential but nothing in there was in Stephanie’s class.  I kept imagining her brown eyes following me from behind that long, streaked brown hair.  Truth be known, she was probably that one student with a spark.  She must be keen on paying attention to my every utterance so she would know what to expect of me… yes that was it.  It was presumptuous of me to make any more of her glances than what they truly were… the mark of a good student paying attention.  Oh fuck that!  I loved the notion that she was really watching me with lustful eyes!

I had one off-period between the math classes and shop.  Shit, I dreaded shop… a class full of males, all bursting with testosterone; burning more of it in a day than I produced in a month.  I only went into primary school to look at the sweet young pussy, and now here I was, stuck with an all-male course for the next nine months.  

Back to Wankerville; with torment stirring in my chest, I sauntered to the shop building behind the school.  I needed to be there to greet the little bastards as they arrived, and someone had to be there to keep them from stealing everything that could be pried off the walls.  

After awhile, here they came, slapping and shoving each other around, acting like complete dicks.  I started looking over the roster to avoid having to actually watch them walking my way.   Jonathan, Howard, Jack, Steven, Stephanie, Frank… Holy shit!  What?  Rewind?  Stephanie?  Could this be the same ‘Stephanie’ from this morning?  What was her last name?  Shit!  I can’t remember her last name.  Was it ‘Stephanie Hartley’?  The roster here says, ‘Hartley’.  God damn it!  Why didn’t I pay more attention to her last name this morning?  Oh well, I’d find out soon enough.  

Then there she was, a girl coming toward the shop door, practically waddling.  Who the fuck was this?  Was this pig-of-a-female named ‘Stephanie’ too?  How could any parent befoul the erotically beautiful name ‘Stephanie’ by associating it with this creature?  Then I had an epiphany; maybe there was another female name on the roster more befitting this thing… Zelda, Hildegard, or more apropos, Hogzilla… Then as I stood with my back to the door feverishly searching the list for ‘Hogzilla’, I heard a cheerful angelic voice speak, “Hi again.”  

I never heard her speak in Algebra class but I damn near broke my neck spinning around to see if this was my little goddess, Stephanie… and there she stood, all five feet two with those enchanting brown eyes looking up at me.  And what do you fucking know?  I couldn’t utter a coherent word.  My heart was pounding so hard I choked on each syllable.  “Hi Ste… Stephanie!”

“How are you Mr. Baxter?”

“I’ve died and gone to heaven, Miss Hartley.” 

Stephanie let out an infectious giggle, as if she had understood my reference to her beauty.  Is it possible this girl is the spark I was hoping for?  A beauty with brains… Who would have figured?

“You’re funny Mr. Baxter!”

“Please take your seat, Stephanie.  The bell’s about to ring.  First door on your right.”  I was anxious to watch her walk away from me so I could study her sweet little ass and legs made from pure perfection.

 
Chapter 2 – The Discovery Process

I knew I’d done myself a favor by taking Shop and not Home Ec.  First of all, I wanted to be around the boys.  I had just discovered that I had a vagina—okay, okay ‘pussy’—this summer.  I was pleasantly shocked, and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t discovered it before.  I was listening to music at night, dreaming of the boys and I began thinking, ‘if boys had a dick and boys and girls were supposed to have sex, then just what were those boys supposed to do with their dicks?’  

So I was messing around in the bathroom, and I decided to lie in the bathtub, stick my butt into the air, and look at myself in a hand mirror.  The plan was to see where my pee came from.  I had just thrown my knees up by my shoulders and put the mirror over my butt when I heard this sucking sound at my crotch and I could feel air rush in.  Holy crap!  This hole I didn’t even know I had, the size of my thumb, gaped open and I could see down inside myself!  

This isn’t my butthole I thought; I know where that is—but just to make sure, I looked around and found it and this definitely was a new hole!  I put my finger tip into it and wiggled it around.  It was pretty sensitive and really pretty pleasurable.  Then it hit me like a ton of history books; this was where the boys’ dicks must go.  It was all beginning to come together for me and make sense.

I had to confirm this discovery somehow.  I hit the web and searched for ‘clitoris’.  I knew about that thing from Cassandra when she told me how to masturbate when I was eleven.  Ok great!  There are three million references to ‘clitoris’ on the web.  I poked around in the first dozen of them until I found some pics.  Yep, there it was… ‘the hole’.  It was called a ‘vagina’ in the diagram.  

Now I was really curious and started digging more.  I typed in ‘vagina’; crap!  Nine million references!  An on-line dictionary of slang, lead me to ‘pussy’ which I had heard of before but, only now, did this all start to make sense.  Anyway, now I knew I had a pussy and I knew where it was, and I knew it felt really nice to play with.

Before my mom took off, why couldn’t she have just dragged me off to the side one day and said, ‘Stephanie, you have a pussy, and it’s a ton of fun to play with.’  Why did she have to keep this wonderful thing a secret from me?  She was always too busy screwing with her religion crap to accomplish anything useful in life.  

God, I wanted to experience sex with a guy.  I had been having orgasms for a long time and loved them.  I had them every day… sometimes two or three a day.  The thing that got me so excited about sex with a guy was thinking that I was going to experience an orgasm at the exact same time as the guy did.  Then again, how do people endure the embarrassment of sex?  I’ve never moaned in front of a guy before, and I don’t think I ever could.  But still, god, how incredible it is just thinking about it!
  
The only problem with my plan to have sex is that boys my age are so stupid.  They don’t know anything about sex either, and I know they won’t care about me or how I feel, and they will never say the things I want to hear.  What could I expect anyway?  They were stupid boys.  Cassandra said, “They don’t know their dicks from dipsticks.”

On the first day of class, I had the same guy, Mr. Baxter, for two classes: Algebra I, and Wood Shop.  In shop, he began to talk to all of us about what he expected of us that semester.  He had a sexy voice, and the more he talked the more I liked him.  He was attractive and seemed pretty intelligent, and most of all he was confident in himself.  I bet he knows all about sex and what a girl wants to feel and hear.

I kept staring at his hands.  I love hands; I love my father’s hands because I know his power and his skills pass through his hands into his work.  There’s just something special about hands that makes me want to hold them, and want them to hold and protect me.  

That night when I got home from school, I started thinking about the boys I’d seen in class.  After homework, I turned on my music as usual and got into bed.  I didn’t really recall any of the boys in my classes being that hot.  Even if they looked hot, they acted dorky.  

Then I started thinking about Mr. Baxter again.  I wondered what he meant when he said he had ‘died and gone to Heaven’ when he saw me.  Does he really like me that much?  I hope so.  I know I really like him.

I started to masturbate and fantasize that he was sitting in his office chair in the shop. I went in to see him without any panties on under my short skirt and said, “Hi.  I was wondering if you could answer a question I have about tomorrow’s assignment?”

He spun around in his chair and said, “Certainly, Stephanie.”  As I stood there talking to him, he was checking me over and smiling.  I was holding my book behind my butt with both hands and I pretended to ‘accidentally’ drop it onto the floor behind me.  I turned around gracefully so my butt was toward him and bent over at the waist.  He sees my pussy, and reaches over and takes hold of my waist and pulls me into his lap.

Then he says, “Stephanie, you have such a beautiful pussy.  I sure would like to have sex with you.”

“Of course you can Mr. Baxter!  I was hoping you would ask!”

We start kissing real hot like… like they do on TV.  Then, he bends me over his desk and pushes his dick in me.  “Stephanie, you are so beautiful and your pussy is so good.  Will you marry me?”

“Oh yes, Mr. Baxter!  I’ll marry you and then we can do this every night.”
 
I start to cum, “Oh yes, Mr. Baxter!  Oh god, don’t stop!  Oh god!”
  
Then Mr. Baxter’s image begins to fade from my mind.  I’m back in my bed now, my pussy juice oozing down the crack of my butt.  I reach down and get some on my finger and lick it off.  I pretend I can taste something new running out of me… Mr. Baxter’s cum!  

This was an awesome fantasy, and I knew then that Mr. Baxter was going to be my Fall project.  And one way or another, he was going to have sex with me this semester. 

 
Chapter 3 – Reciprocity

After classes were over and I had finished setting up the material for tomorrow’s classes, I went home.  I had a place about two miles away; close enough that I could bike to school, and far enough not to be inundated by school traffic.  My house was back off the road about a hundred yards so if you didn’t know it was there, you’d probably never find it.  Bless Arkansas… heavily forested from one end to the other.  It wasn’t much of a house but it was clean and kind of cute, and in only a thousand payments, it would be all mine.

I was happy now; my day had turned around for me.  First I was dreading going to shop, then I found my dream girl in my shop class.  Of course she was in my Algebra-I class as well, but the main building was totally public… no way to have a private conversation there.  I couldn’t get Stephanie off my mind.  She was so damn cute and she seemed to take a liking to me.  Somehow I had to put this out of my mind.  The thought of messing with her was absurd.  The town would get together, lynch me, burn me at the stake, and shoot me; not necessarily in that order.

I had a light dinner, watched TV for awhile, worked on tomorrow’s homework assignments, and hit the sack.  I lay there thinking about Stephanie again.  Christ, was I going to have to get a lobotomy just to get her out of my mind?  Looking at her every day but not being able to touch her was going to be tough as hell.  At this point, there was no choice but to jack off and get temporary relief.

I was trying to think of a venue for my fantasy.  The shop building was totally secluded.  Nobody would ever go out there unless they expressly had a purpose AND a key.  What I mean is; there was no through-traffic and no janitorial service, since we cleaned and swept the place every day as part of class cleanup.  Every day, I have to unlock the building, teach shop, check to see that everyone has left and the bathrooms are empty, and then lock the building back.  The principal says I pretty much have to control all who enter and exit there.

I start to masturbate and envision Stephanie walking into my office, “Hi Mr. Baxter.  I was wondering if you could help me with my Algebra homework after class since this is last period?”

“I’d be happy to Stephanie, but it’s hard to imagine you needing any help, you’re so smart.”

“It’s just that I find I understand the assignment much better if I can work one-on-one with someone.”

“Stephanie, I’d love to work on you… work one-on-one with you.”

“Oh Mr. Baxter, you’re always so funny.”

“When we’re alone, Stephanie, you can call me ‘John’ Ok?”

“I’d like that John,” she giggles and runs out of the office, her cute ass twitching.

Fast-forward to end of class.  Stephanie lingers in the restroom until everyone else has gone, then comes to my office again.  I check the building to make sure it’s clear, lock the door and return to where Stephanie is waiting in my office.

I sit down in my office chair, “It’s just us now.  How can I help you?”

“It’s mainly this problem, here.”  She presents me with a problem that she’s already solved on paper, then comes around and stands to my left and bends over with her hands on my desk.  She places her hip right up against my left shoulder and keeps it there as she talks and points.  

I respond by leaning forward to see what she’s pointing to, while placing my arm over her back, and my left hand on her left side.  My heart is racing and I can’t even make out what she’s saying any more.  As she’s talking, she takes her right hand and places it on top of my left hand and starts sliding it down her ribcage until it’s resting on her hip.  After a pause there, she slowly slides it again on down her thigh until it’s below the hemline of her skirt.  My hand is resting on the bare flesh of her leg.  If hands could cum, this would do it… Then she swaps hands and continues to slide it around to her inner thigh and starts moving it back up her inner leg toward her pussy.

I see my life flash before me, because I know the sin I’m about to commit is going to end in my death, either by heart attack or by hanging.  I gently pull her back and she sits down in my lap.  I place my right arm around her midriff and hold her like a pillow with my head lying on her back.  She raises my hand to her delicate, young right breast and shoves the other hand further into her crotch as she spreads her legs.  “John, I’m so horny!  Can you help me with that also?”

“Stephanie, I can help you with any problem you have.  If you make love to me, I will do anything or kill anybody for you.”  

“Right now, I just need you inside me.  Please!”

I raise her ass up with my hands, and encourage her to bend over with her elbows resting on my desk.  I get down on my knees behind her and lift her skirt.  Holding onto her hips I press my face into her panties.  My nose is pressing the damp sticky fabric into her hole, and my lips nibble at her clit.

She balances herself and reaches behind to pull her panties down so my face just falls into her sweet pussy.  I press my thumb into her pussy from above, clasping her ass cheek with the remaining fingers of that hand.  I massage her g-spot with the side of my thumb and begin to lick her clit, occasionally diverting my attention to licking her pussy lips and legs and asshole.  She starts cuming and since I’m imagining all this as I masturbate, I’m on the verge of cuming for-real.  

I fast-forward a little.  Now I’m standing behind her pressing my dick into her criminally small pussy.  For whatever reason, virginity is not an issue and my dick slips easily into her snug hole.  I fuck her gently at first; then my climax is boiling from my balls.  I fuck her furiously and she begs me to pump her harder.  “Fill me with your cum Mr. Baxter… uh John.  Fuck me!  Cum in me!  I love you, John!”

I start to come down from the sky.  I’ve definitely died and gone to Heaven.  I’m soaking wet and too weak to consider standing up and going to the bathroom.  This is without a doubt the most erotic and powerful orgasm I’ve ever had masturbating.  No fantasy has ever brought me to a boil like Stephanie.  I’m thinking back, but I can’t remember any sex anywhere with anyone that was as good as I just imagined. 

 
Chapter 4 – Befriended

I got up the next day, excited to get to class.  I was the only teacher in the school system enthusiastically anticipating the second day of teaching.  I couldn’t wait to see Stephanie, even if she was only a figment of my imagination, there was no high like gazing at her beauty and her sensuality.  

Algebra-I came and I tried as hard as I could to concentrate on teaching.  The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was a buffoon.  As the class wore on, I held on to my composure, but still kept checking her out often to see where her attention was focused.  It seemed as if she never took her eyes off me once.  And every time she saw me look, she grinned.  I hoped she was at least taking notes.  I didn’t want to be the cause of her dropping behind in class if I was that much of a distraction to her.

When the bell rang, she lingered behind the others apparently pretending to be organizing her stuff.  When everyone else was gone, she walked up to my desk and said, “I enjoy your class, Mr. Baxter.  I think you’re a great teacher.”

“You know, Stephanie, you’re a real joy to have as a student.  I’ve never had a student who hung on my every word like you,” I said with a grin.

She chirped her sweet little signature giggle, “Mr. Baxter, you’re always so funny.  I can’t wait to see you again in Shop.”

“Nor can I you, Stephanie.  Students like you make me want to come to school and teach,” my face was aglow with happiness that this young nymph should show so much interest in a forty-something guy.

The rest of the morning, I went around singing to myself.  I was lit up like a halogen bulb.  And there was no need to walk… I was gliding from place to place like a glacier on a fast-track meltdown.  Lunch came and I got something in the cafeteria but I don’t remember what.  I got it and sat down with some of the other faculty; we talked about something, but I’m clueless as to what we discussed.

“John?  Earth to John.  Helloooo John.  Man, where is your head today?  You’re not ‘on anything’ are you?” one of my fellow math teachers was chiding me.  

“Sort of; I’m on a natural high.  I met this girl the other day.  I think we are beginning to hit it off,” I had to tell him that much.  I just couldn’t keep all this nervous excitement to myself.

“A teacher here?  Who is she?”

“No, no; not here.  I met her… in the park.”

“Details, details John.  We’re a ‘details-oriented’ society.”

“No, I don’t really kiss-n-tell.  It makes things too complicated,” as in ‘get the rope boys’, I was thinking. 

“Ok, but if you don’t talk you’re going to mess up the natural order of things.”

I could only smile.  A team of wild horses couldn’t drag what I was thinking out of me.  I had a clock in my head, ticking away the seconds until Shop class when I would again see Miss Stephanie Hartley… Stephanie… Steph… Miss Hartley… Her name was melodic and beautiful.  I kept repeating it over and over in every combination.  

When I got out of Algebra II, I went straight to the shop building.  I brought my new digital camera today to take a couple of shots for my family back in Oklahoma City.   They of course, wanted to see where I was teaching.  I could store the pictures on the new fad, Memory Sticks, and then print them out at home.  I had already caught a few pics of the school when I bicycled in this morning.  I snapped some shots of the shop area, then like a man obsessed, I went into the classroom and took a picture of the empty desk where Stephanie chose to sit… front row, third seat from my left.

I was in a fantastic mood, so when the bell rang I was at the door to greet each student.  As each kid filed in I spoke nicely, made eye contact, and either shook their hand or patted them on the back as they passed.  I was cheerful and it seemed as if everyone appreciated the attention… even the jerks.

Last, as always, came Stephanie; this time in a reddish blouse and sort of orange and black miniskirt, adorned by her black backpack, just thirty seconds ahead of the bell.  The hall was already clear of the other kids.  Now it was just Stephanie and me.  

She had seen me greeting others as she walked from the main building.  When she entered the door, I closed it behind her and extended my hand to shake hers.  She took my hand and passed it behind her as she stepped into me.  Placing her free arm around me, she stood on tippy-toes and kissed my cheek.  I could feel her stomach pressed against mine.  I instinctively hugged her back, but then quickly rolled her away from me.  We walked down the hall toward the classroom door, with my arm still behind her back and her arm around my waist, only breaking the posture five feet from the door… before anyone could see us.  The break was mutual.  I could tell Stephanie wanted to maximize contact time while minimizing risk.

“Stephanie, I’ll be in, in just a minute.”  

“Ok Mr. Baxter.”

My full weight fell hard against the wall, hanging my head in my hands.  Where was I going with this?  I was attracted to her like a bee to honeysuckle, and she was opening her petals to me, inviting me to taste her nectar.  And for an old bee, this was the sweetest nectar in the universe, and like a cocaine addict, a ‘line’ impossible to walk away from.   

I gathered my senses, grabbed my books from my office, and sailed into the classroom.  
I had to get down to business and teach these kids something; otherwise, they would become an angry mob and I’d lose control for the rest of the year.  As a teacher, it is essential to keep their respect by hook, crook, or force if necessary.

I dare say, given what had just happened I kept my wits about me pretty well.  The first twelve weeks of Shop class was drafting… learning how to draw it before you build it, and we dug right into it, teaching the boys how to draw something besides sketches of their favorite football players, or monsters, or fighter jets.  

I didn’t really understand the relationship Stephanie had with these boys, but I could tell something wasn’t quite right.  They didn’t pick on her like I witnessed them doing to other cute girls in Algebra.  Maybe her presence in a male-dominated course like Shop was a subliminal message that she was untouchable.  Maybe a message in the restroom stall said she was a lesbian.  Maybe they could read my mind, and knew that I’d give an ‘F’ to anyone who fucked with her.  I didn’t know what it was, but it was definitely odd.

After class, Stephanie showed up in my office once everyone else had gone.  “Hi, Mr. Baxter!”

“Hi, Stephanie!  I’m really glad you dropped by.  Somehow I knew you would.”  Then I lowered my voice down to a whisper, “I want to thank you for the kiss on the cheek.  It really made my day!”

“Oh Mr. Baxter, I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you.”  

I didn’t dare respond to that remark.  As much as I wanted this, it was getting too deep too fast.  

“I see you brought a camera!  Can you take my picture?”

“Sure, I’d love to.  You stand over there.”

“Is this good?  You want me to look cute or something?”

She was digging for complements, “Stephanie, you always look cute.  How much cuter can you get?”  I snapped a picture which caught the full allure of her miniskirt.  Then she sat on the corner of my desk and I snapped another one.  

“Can I sit in your chair, and you take my picture there?”

“Be my guest,” I said.  I was hoping her miniskirt would ride up her legs more than it did when she sat on my desk with one foot on the floor.  She sat down in the chair square and straight like a proper young lady and straightened her skirt.  I snapped another shot.

“How about this one, Mr. Baxter?” she said.  She twisted around slightly and threw her right leg up over the arm of the chair, fully exposing her white panties to me.

“Stephanie, now that is what I call cute!”

“Mr. Baxter, are you married?”

“Nope.  No wife, no kids, no pets.”

“Why not?  I think you’re so handsome… Where do you live?”

“You know how Old Riley road runs east of here?”

“Yes sir.”

“About two miles down that road, you’ll see two red and two blue reflectors.  You turn left at those reflectors and follow that winding road back into the woods a little ways.  I’m the only house back there.”  I was startled that I had just given her a blow-by-blow description of how to get to my house.  I was sure that this was way more information than she wanted.  I guess I secretly hoped she would show up at my door if she knew where to go.

“What do you do for fun Mr. Baxter?”

“Oh I read, listen to music, watch movies or TV, do a little woodworking on the side… nothing very exciting.”

“I think it’s exciting!  That’s the same thing I do.  Well except for the woodworking stuff.  I don’t know how to do that yet.  That’s why I’m in this class.  I want to know how to do woodworking at home,” she chatted away.

I knew she was aligning herself with me now.  She would probably have said she wanted to work on jet engines, if I had said I liked to do it.  I started to feel sort of sorry for her.  She must be pretty lonely… the boys don’t hang on her like they did other girls, and she seems desperate to get attention, even if she has to seek out a guy three times her age.

“Have you thought about what kind of project you want to build this semester?”

“I’m thinking about a bird house… a really cool, complicated one.  I think one with doors on every side and lots of perches… and… and a bird feeder.  It’ll be like a hotel for birds that have no place to live or eat.”  She was still sitting in my chair, spinning around, being a kid.  Then she suddenly realized she was trying to impress me, so she stopped and straightened up.

“Stephanie, how about your parents?  What do they do?”

“My mom left us last year.  I haven’t seen her since.  Daddy never talks about her.  I think they had a big fight before she went away.  My dad works in the coal mines in Johnson County.”

“That’s a hundred miles from here!  Surely he doesn’t commute every day.”

“No.  He’s only home Tuesday and Wednesday every week.  He’s so sweet to me.  He spends his whole time off with me doing what I want to do.  I know he feels really bad because I don’t have a mom now.”

“So who takes care of you the rest of the week?  You must have an aunt or older sister or somebody that watches out for you when your dad is gone.”

She looked down toward the floor, “Not really…  It’s just Daddy and me and when he’s not home, I just sleep with the light on so I’m not scared.”

“Why don’t you move to live where your dad works?”

“He says I’m much safer here.  He says those coal mining towns are full of drunks and people who have gone crazy working in the coal mines.  Daddy takes good care of me.”

“I bet he calls you every night to make sure you’re safe, huh?”

“We don’t have a phone.”

Here was this little girl, practically raising herself.  I could see why she sought adult friendship.  She wanted a protector, not a boyfriend to sip sodas with and then at the end of the day still be alone and afraid.  

“So did you stay after school today because you had a question?”

“No sir, I just wanted someone to talk to, and you’re so nice to always stay and talk to me.”

“Stephanie, you know; I believe I know what our problem is.  We both live alone, so we’re both really lonely people.  I think we’re good for one another.  What do you think?”

“You’re right Mr. Baxter.  We ARE good for each other, and I am very lonely sometimes.  I wish I had someone to stay with me.”

“Me too, Stephanie…  The weekends are the worst; I don’t see anyone for two and a half days straight, and no matter how much I have to keep me busy, I still get lonely.”

Stephanie jumped up out of her chair.  “Thanks Mr. Baxter!  You’re so much fun to talk to.  I better go now.  I have a lot of homework and Daddy’s home tonight too.”  She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek again, then grabbed her backpack and flew out the door.

Wow!  I hope I didn’t say anything wrong.  That exit was kind of abrupt.  Oh well, at least she knows she has to study and is self-motivated to do it.  But shit, I really worry about such a pretty girl staying home alone like that.  She is the perfect bait for some bastard who would rape and kill her for a five minute thrill.

The first week of school finished up very smoothly.  Every day, Stephanie would show up the last one to class, and if no one was in the hall when she flew by, she would stop and kiss my cheek.  Then off she would run to class.  And every day, she would linger after class and visit with me, killing time to avoid going home to an empty house.

On Friday a couple of kids were standing in the hallway when she came in.  She walked past me as if we didn’t even know each other, then she spun around to face me and gave me the most outlandish wink.  

It was so ‘Stephanie’ that I had her restage the wink thing after class so I could take her picture.  But this time she said, “Wait!” and ducked into the restroom for a few seconds.  When she reemerged, her bra was gone; her blouse was unbuttoned and tied in the front so I could see her belly button.  

This constant attempt on her part to seduce me made me crazy.  I wanted so bad to pull her shirt open and nibble on her tiny little titties, and the worst of it was, I was pretty sure she would have let me do it.  She had done everything but grab my dick so far trying to get me off high center.

It’s easy to see why I would do anything, or risk anything for this beauty.  But short of a couple of risqué photos of her, I had done nothing wrong except maybe tolerate a few hugs and kisses bestowed upon me.  Ok, well, I could still envision a hangman’s noose being tied by a few of the town’s genetically identical elders. 

I decided I was even willing to hang for her if that was the price I had to pay.  If I had to go, I couldn’t imagine a better preamble for my demise.  Clearly, she wanted some part of me, and I wanted every part of her.  But there was no way I could ever hurt her, physically or emotionally.  If (and that was still a big ‘if’) anything ever happened, it would have to be completely her idea and totally consensual.  I would not push her, but there was no way in hell I could deny her advances either, and I was running out of resolve.

Ah, finally the weekend came where I could relax and let my blood pressure drop for an hour or two.  I had wanted to print out Stephanie’s pictures and frame them.  If I couldn’t have her, at least I could see her everywhere I looked, in the privacy of my own home.

 
Chapter 5 – The Visitor

I busied myself Friday evening printing out Stephanie’s pictures and hanging the uncontroversial ones in my living room in very nice frames.  Then I placed the two naughty ones in a desk frame in my bedroom next to my bed.  I used Photoshop to screw up the backgrounds that gave away where the photos were taken.

About 9 o’clock Saturday morning, I was cooking breakfast, shoveling my eggs out onto the plate when I thought I heard someone messing around with my bicycle outside.  I dropped my spatula on the table and rushed to the kitchen window which peered out over the front porch where my bike was leaning.

There she was… Stephanie had pedaled from god knows where, all the way to my house.  She had her backpack on her back and a sizeable bag tied to the top of her rear basket.  I was too astonished to speak.  My heart palpitated and my mind raced.  I rushed through the house to the front door just as she stepped up onto the porch.

“Stephanie!  Oh my god, you came all the way out here to see me!”  She was grinning from ear-to-ear to hear my warm welcoming speech.  I flung the screen door open and rushed out to meet her on the porch.  I made no pretense that I was happy as hell at this total surprise.  There was a mutual arm opening ceremony followed by wrapping ourselves around each other.  I knew now that she wanted me and she knew I wanted her.  There was no more need for pretending and posturing and after-class formalities.  I held onto her for dear life.  I hoped, at that instant, she would melt and I would soak her body up into mine like a giant sponge.  I so wanted to be one with her.

We stayed like that for at least a minute, holding and rocking as if dancing to music no one else could hear.  Then I held her out at arm’s length, “Sweetie, I just made you breakfast.  I hope you like bacon, eggs, and toast.”

“Oh Mr. Baxter, that sounds great!  Anything you cook will be just yummy!”

“If you like, you can call me John.”

“Uh, ok… John.  I really liked it when you called me, ‘Sweetie’.  It makes me feel really loved.”

We started walking toward the kitchen hand-in-hand, “Trust me, Stephanie—if there’s any such thing as love at first sight, then I’m head-over-heals in love with you.  You are the greatest joy that has ever entered my life, and I love every second of your daily visits after class.”

She turned toward me and wrapped her arms around my waist again, “I love you so much, John.  I really need someone to love me; I’m so lonely all the time.  I can’t stop thinking about you.  Every morning, I’m thinking of you when I wake up, and every night I’m thinking of you when I fall to sleep.”

“Honey, I’ve had the same problem.  I’ve obsessed about you every waking moment since I first laid eyes on you Monday in Algebra class…  I’m just curious but what made you come all the way out here to see me?”

“It was what you said in your office about we’re both so lonely on the weekends.  Did you ever have to spend a weekend alone when you were thirteen?”

“No, I can’t say I ever did.”

“I’ve spent every weekend alone for over a year now.  I can’t stand it any longer.” 

We continued our stroll into the kitchen when she began to notice her pictures hanging on every wall.  “Wow, you hung my pictures everywhere.”

“Just like you said earlier Steph, so I won’t feel lonely on the weekends.”  

“That’s so sweet!  Thank you!”

“So how long can you stay?  Do you have time for us to explore the lake behind the house?  There’s some really cool old wood back there that might be sawed up to make a birdhouse.”

I sat her down at the breakfast plate, and I sat in the chair to her left.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I brought my pajamas with me,” then she followed up with, “of course, I’m hoping I won’t need them,” in a small, barely audible voice.

What Stephanie just said stunned me, but it was a double entendre.  I had to know exactly what her intentions were.

“Uh… I want to be sure I understand, Sweetie.”  I was stammering as I spoke, “I’m not, uh, totally sure I know what you mean by ‘you’re hoping you won’t need your pajamas’…  Do you mean you don’t want to stay too late?”  I was ready to call for a Crash Cart just in case I didn’t like the answer that I was about to receive.

She hung her head and let her beautiful curls cover most of her face.  Choosing her words carefully as she went, and in a tiny voice she replied, “No sir…  I mean… I was hoping we wouldn’t need any clothes when we sleep tonight... sir.”  Under the hair, she fiddled with a piece of bacon near her mouth at the time, turning it over and over with both hands, waiting for what I might say.  

I lowered myself out of my chair onto my knees next to her.  Brushing the locks of hair to one side as she raised her head, I took the bacon from her fingers and dropped it back onto her plate.  Then I gently took her angelic cheeks in both hands and began to kiss her passionately.  She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled her body into mine, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow.  I felt her tongue peek out from between her sweet lips, so I reciprocated with my tongue.  She moaned as she opened wide and we French kissed long and deeply.

After a time, we came up for air and placed our heads on each other’s shoulders.  “Sweetie, I promise you, you won’t need your pajamas tonight.  All you’ll need to wear tonight is that beautiful smile.”

She held me and squeezed me very hard, then taking my shoulders at arms length, she looked into my eyes with a genuine seriousness about her, “Mr. uh… John, I’m not stupid.  I watch TV a lot, and I know you must be scared to do this for me.  I’m thirteen, and I know what that means if we get caught.  I want you to know now… I will NEVER tell a soul about us; not my Dad, not my girlfriends, not the stupid school counselor, not the Police, nobody, EVER!”

“God, Stephanie!  You are without a doubt, the most intelligent person I have ever met.  No one else, kid or adult, would have put the thought and care into this that you have.  Thank you… oh and ‘yes’ I was really scared.  I’ve wanted you so much that I’ve ignored the possible consequences, but after what you just told me, I feel great now.”

“In that case, I guess it’s good I’m here to look after you.  We can’t let you get caught while you’re messing around with us little girls,” she said brightly and chomped back into her bacon like a shark into a tuna.  

“I stuck my tongue at her, then got up and began cooking myself another breakfast.  Some little urchin had come to the door and stolen my first one.

“You know it’s odd… I forty-two years old and I feel the safest when I’m in the arms of a thirteen-year-old.”
 
Chapter 6 – Becoming Soul Mates

Stephanie and I finished our breakfasts while I explained to her about the nice lake behind the house.  We were both already wearing Levis to allow us to survive the trail down to the lake; there were places where those wild roses inundated the path.  I grabbed the picnic basket, blanket, bug spray, snacks and drinks.  She got a long sleeved shirt out of her bag, and off we went.

It was a beautiful fall day; cool morning air with a gentle breeze.  We walked the long winding trail, sometimes wondering if we were lost.  We held hands like we were handcuffed together, never letting go of one another.  At times we would stop and observe a butterfly or a bug, both of us having the curiosity of a child.  

After about twenty minutes, we found the lake.  It was glassy still and totally private.  I didn’t even know who owned it but in the month I had been coming down here, I had never seen anyone else on it.  It wasn’t too big of a lake; perhaps two hundred feet by a thousand feet.  The north side of the lake was fairly steep with trees overhanging the water.  The south side sloped gradually away from the water, making for easy access.  Each time I went down there, I wished I had a small boat or canoe or anything that would get me out into the middle of that beautiful water.  It was so secluded and peaceful.

Neither of us was prone to get wet, clothed or otherwise, so we found a nice grassy place to put out the blanket and lie down in the shade of a large oak tree.  We lay on our backs observing the clouds and looking for familiar shapes.  After a bit, Stephanie rolled over and placed her head on my shoulder.  I held her tight to me as if I feared the breeze might wisp her away.  I began to notice my shoulder getting wet.  I raised her head up in my hands and looked at her face.  She was quietly crying.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?  Are you sorry you’re here?”

“Oh god no.  I’m crying because I never thought I could be so happy.  A week ago, I didn’t know there was such happiness.  I’m just so afraid it will end somehow.”

“You know, Steph, I have no idea how we are going to work this whole thing out, but I give you my word now that if this is what you really want, I will do everything in my power to keep us together.”

“I know, John.  I just hope it’s enough.”

“For now, we have to lay low and plan how to do this right.  Do you agree?” 

“Yep.”

“Steph, what if we don’t stick together?  I mean, maybe you hate the way I chew my food or you can’t stand the smell of cheese, or something,” I said with a chuckle.

“Jahhhhn!” she whined, “I’m not that picky.  I know people don’t always get along, but with my family history I’ve learned to try hard,” Stephanie said with frustration in her voice.

“I know, Sweetie, I’m just trying to say you’re young and you may not know what you want yet,” I was speaking almost apologetically.  She responded with a growling sound.

“I have what I want already.  I’m sure of it.”

Enough was said on that subject.  We stayed at the lake until the bugs drove us away in early afternoon.  We strolled back to the house arm-in-arm at a snail’s pace.  I knew I was the happiest person on the planet at that moment and frankly I couldn’t keep my mind off the impending evening with her.  

We hadn’t talked much along the way back.  I think we were both contemplating what was to happen next.  Then out of the blue, with precision timing we both spoke, “I love you,” one speaking over the other.  We burst out laughing; then I picked her up by the arm pits.  She wrapped her legs around my waist and I nestled her butt in my arms.  We began kissing heavily again which migrated into hugging, squeezing, holding, and tickling.  

I could feel her butt cradled on my arm.  This was the first time I had touched her butt outside the purview of my fantasies… Ok, well I was touching her butt through her blue jeans but it still made me happy to do it.

When we got back to the house, Stephanie wanted to explore my place and see how I lived.  It was a modest two bedroom place of natural wood; one of those places that needed varnish, not paint.  When she got to the bedroom, she saw the picture of her panties showing.

“I’m so embarrassed!”

“Don’t be, Sweetie; when you did that you sent a clear message to me what you wanted from our relationship.  If you hadn’t done it, I don’t think we would be here now.”

“Did you look at my picture and think about me at night?”

I grinned, “Oh yeah…”  Stephanie had been so serious all day.  Finally I drug that infectious giggle out of her again.

“I dream about you too,” she said with a peck on the cheek.
 
Chapter 7 – Heaven and Earth

We had a very nice late dinner around 9PM, with a table cloth, John’s best dishes such as they were, candles, and everything.  We had a really romantic meal, spaghetti and meatballs, just like in Lady and the Tramp.  We both ate off one plate and at the end we both sucked the same piece of spaghetti into our mouths and kissed at the end.  It was so awesome! 

I changed from my blue jeans and long sleeve shirt into my white sleeveless blouse and miniskirt.  I was thankful I had remembered to bring something sexy when I packed my bag last night.  While I was working on my makeup to get it perfect for John, he sneaked up on me with his camera.  I had forgotten to put my knees together so that naughty guy snapped another picture of me on the sofa with sprawling legs.  

After dinner, we cleaned up the table and dishes, and sat back down to finish our drinks.  I finished my drink first and got up from my chair and walked around to him.  I was wearing the biggest, sweetest smile I could muster.  I was frankly so horny I couldn’t stand it any longer.  I had waited all day for him to take me.  I had hoped he would take me at the lake, but he was being the nicest gentleman in the world, and I didn’t want to spoil it for him.

I took his hand in my hands and started pulling.  “John, can we go to bed now?  I really want you.”  My moment had arrived when we would bond for all eternity; when we would connect our souls together for life.

He stood up slowly and I noticed he was trembling.  I tried to reassure him that I wanted this as much as I ever wanted anything in my life.  He led me toward the bedroom.  I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but I hoped it would be like my fantasies.

We stood beside the bed.  John turned to face me and started undoing my blouse.  He took it off my shoulders really gently.  He had such a huge smile as he unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor.

“I’m so sorry.  They’re so small,” I told him.

“Stephanie, that’s what makes you so perfect.  Big titties are a dime a dozen.  But little titties can only be had at great risk.”

I was so happy.  This was the moment I had dreaded all along.  I was afraid when he saw how small my titties were, he would start laughing and walk away.  

He sat down on the bed and pulled me to him.  He put my right titty in his mouth and began to suck on it.  It tickled a lot but I resisted laughing or pulling away because I knew from TV that sex is really serious stuff.  Besides, as he sucked my titty I could feel a tickling in my clitoris, so I figured it must be a good thing.

Then he started kissing all over my chest and belly, real slow.  He stopped and put his tongue in my belly button.  My belly button is like a navel orange; it’s not an innie or an outie. His tongue tickled there too but I still didn’t pull away or giggle.  I knew it would be wrong to refuse anything he wanted to do to me.  He has to know a bunch more about sex than I do.  I held his head and pressed my belly onto his face to let him know how much I liked it.

Then he started kissing lower until he reached the waistband of my skirt.  He unfastened it and let it fall to the floor.  All I had on now was panties and socks.  I forgot to take my socks off when I put on the skirt.  I was hoping he would do my socks next because I was getting really embarrassed and a chill was creeping down my backbone.  

Oh crap.  He’s taking hold of my panties.  He carefully grabbed the elastic on either side of my panties.  Then he started pulling them down very slowly as he kissed all over my stomach.  Oh my god, he’s kissing me just above my pussy.  I hope it doesn’t smell like pee!  He’s licking all over my belly!

My panties are slipping below my pussy crack.  I’m soooo nervous!  My heart is pounding out of my chest.  He can see my pussy and he can see all I have is fuzz.  A real woman would have a lot of hair.

“John, I’m so sorry I don’t have any hair yet.  I’m so embarrassed.”

“Stephanie, hairy pussies are a dime a dozen.  I’m risking everything for this hairless one!  I tell you, Sweetie, you are absolutely, physically perfect.  Stop worrying, relax and enjoy your first time!”

“Ok, sorry.”

He took my panties the rest of the way down until they fell on the floor.  Then he stood up and gently picked me up behind my back and knees and laid me on the bed.  He went to the foot of the bed and slowly rolled my socks down.  Everything he did to me was so slow and sexy, and tender.  He was doing everything to me so slowly and carefully like they do in a Japanese Tea Ceremony. 

After he got my socks off, he undressed himself.  I was so amazed when he pulled his underwear down and his really hard dick popped out.  Oh my god, I never thought dicks were that big!

He got on his knees and started massaging my feet and running his tongue between my toes.  This really tickled and I giggled loudly but I resisted pulling my foot away from him.  Anyway, everything he did to me just made my pussy wetter.  After he got tired of torturing me on my feet, he began to kiss his way up my legs; spreading my legs apart as he went.

Oh god, he’s kissing my thighs just inches from my pussy.  He’s pushed my knees all the way apart.  Oh crap.  I bet he’s looking at my pussy to see if it is good enough for him before he sticks his dick in me.  

Oh my god!  He’s sticking his tongue in my pussy!  He’s licking my pussy!  I never heard of this before.  He’s holding my butt in his hands and licking my juice off my pussy.  Maybe I have too much juice.  Oh my god, he’s licking my clitoris!  

“Oh John!  Oh god John.  That feels so good.  Oh John!  John!  I’m going to cum!  Oh please keep doing that!  Ohhhh pleeeease!  Oh I’m cuming!  Ohhhh Gahhhhd!” I have never imagined that people did this during sex.  It felt ten times as good as when I do it with my finger.  And I forgot to be embarrassed when I had my climax!  I just let it all out for him to see and hear.

“Stephanie, I’m so happy that you have so much pussy juice.  I read somewhere that young girls don’t produce much juice.  Your pussy tastes so incredible!”

“What were you doing then?  Do other people do that?”

“I call it eating pussy.  A girl might ask, ‘Will you eat me?’ ”

“Wow!  It’s so awesome!  Eat me.  Eat me.  Eat me.  I like that…”

He began to work his way back up my body, kissing and licking all the way up.  His hands went all over my body exploring every inch of my skin as he went.  He stopped and sucked my left titty for awhile.  He missed it the first time.  Now he was right above my lips.  We kissed really hot and sexy.  I thought I would be able to taste my pussy juice on his face but I couldn’t.  His face was kind of sticky though.

Then he reached between us and put his dick right on my hole.  He moved it up and down to make it all slippery.  This was it; we were going to make love for the first time!  He started pushing in a little and then backing off a little.  Each time, it seemed like his dick went a little deeper in me.  I felt a little pain for a second, but then he went into me a lot more.  

This was an awesome feeling!  I had never imagined it would feel like this.  After a few times in and out, I could feel it hit the bottom of my pussy.  It was so unbelievably awesome!  I wondered if I was good enough for him.  Did he think I was big enough or deep enough or soft enough?

“It is ok?  Am I ok for you, Honey?”

“Stephanie, there are no words to describe what I feel right now.” His hands were under my shoulders holding them.  He kept pumping in and out of me so slowly.  “But this is the best I have ever felt in my life.  Being inside such a young beautiful girl is the most precious and rare gift in Heaven and Earth.”

“It feels awesome, John!  I love when you hit the bottom each time.  I really feel like I want to cum again.”

“Oh Stephanie, I’m going to cum!  I’m going to shoot your sweet little pussy full of my cum.  Oh god I love this!  I love you, Stephanie!  Please never go away from me!” he told me.

“Ohhhh, I can feel you cuming inside me.  It’s so awesome!  Oh god!  I’m cuming too!  I love you!  Thank you!  Ohhhh gahhhhd!”  I squealed out loud enough to wake the dead.

He pulled his elbows up so he wouldn’t squash me, but I could tell that he was pretty tired.  I wondered then if he had ever had sex before.  Then I realized that was stupid; of course a guy his age had sex all the time.  Once you’ve done it and your over the embarrassment, you can just do it with anyone whenever you want, I supposed.

I had to ask him, “I was wondering, when was the last time you had sex?”

“Four years ago.”

“You’re kidding!  I thought adults had sex all the time.  Why so long ago?”

“Well, I’m not married, and for a long time I haven’t had a girlfriend until now.”

“Wow, that’s right!  We’re girlfriend and boyfriend now!”

“No Sweetheart; you and I are lovers now…”

He fell onto his back and I held him, lying on his shoulder.  We lay there that way for a long time.  He kept running his hand over my skin; feeling my back, my hips, my butt, my legs; over and over until we finally fell to sleep in each other’s arms.  

During the night, I was backed up with my butt next to his belly.  I felt his hand start to play with my pussy.  I got so horny that I reached behind my butt and helped him put his dick in me from behind.  I masturbated while he made love to me in that position.  It was great to do it again so soon.  After we were done, he stayed inside me and I fell asleep with him still in there.  I don’t know when it came out.

Around five o’clock in the morning, I got up to pee.  When I came back to bed, he was on his back, still asleep.  I pulled the covers off him and climbed into bed right on top of him and laid down on his chest.  I started to kiss him and he began to wake up.   After a couple of moans, he started kissing me back.  His dick got hard again and we made love again with me sitting on his dick and doing all the work.  That was really fun.  I like being the one on top because I can go faster than him when I start to cum.
 
Chapter 8 – First Sunrise Together

We slept really late Sunday morning.  For some reason we were both really tired.  I was lying next to him with my leg over his and in each other’s arms around 9AM and I decided to ask questions about what we had done.  

“Are we going to have a baby now?  I’m really scared!”

“No, no.  When I was 32, I got tired of my girlfriend complaining about taking birth control pills.  She was afraid she was going to get cancer or something, so I had a vasectomy.  That means I can’t get anyone pregnant any more…  Besides, I think you’re too young to get pregnant, aren’t you?  I’m guessing you haven’t started your period, right?”

“No.  I’m scared about that too.  I don’t want a stupid period.  My girlfriend says it’s gross!”

“It’s a natural thing.  All girls do it eventually.  If you don’t have a period by the time you’re sixteen or eighteen, that usually means there’s something wrong with you.  So in a sense, it’s a very good thing.”

“Okaaaay, I guess, but it’s still gross!”

“Stick with me little girl and I’ll help you through it.”

“I think you’re really glad I’m still a little girl, aren’t you?”

“You bet your cute little butt I am!  I want to make love to you at every stage of your development, from cute sexy little girl with a hairless pussy, to old wrinkled granny.”

“You always say things to make me feel like we’re perfect together.”

“I’m only telling you how I feel, not just what I think you want to hear.”

“I love you, old man.”

“I love you too, Squirt.”

“All this talk about sex stuff is making my cute little pussy itch again, Mr. Baxter.  Can you help me with my homework problem?  I feel like I’m at home, and sex is definitely work.”  

John reached down and began sliding his finger up and down my pussy crack.  I slid my body up on top of him and he started screwing me with his middle finger.  Then he left his finger in me and began to rub my clit with his thumb, I think…  It felt soooo good!  

He grabbed my butt cheek with his other hand and got me to move up.  When I was above his chest, he raised his hand up higher to my hip then he lifted me up with both hands and just sat me down on his face.  He tried his best to keep his finger inside me and he started licking my clit.  In like one minute I came so hard I doubled over.  I jerked my butt a couple of times during my climax.  I think I might have hurt his nose.  He didn’t say anything but I heard him yelp.

After that, he put me over a pillow on my elbows and knees.  Then he made love to me from behind.  He held onto my hips and went very slowly.  We both came together very hard.  I fell over onto my back.  Then he got down and licked his juice off me.  That kind of made us horny again and he ate my pussy again.  I don’t think I will ever get tired of climaxes.

I may be in trouble.  I think when I was cuming; I may have said the ‘F’ word.  I hope he’s not mad at me.  I don’t want to do anything to make him disappointed in me.

“Stephanie?  Sweetie, did you say ‘fuck’ earlier?”

“Uh, yes sir…  I think so…  I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no problem, Sweetie.  When you’re cuming is the one time when that word is beautiful instead of ugly.  I’ve wanted to say it when I came too but I didn’t want you to misunderstand what I meant by it.”

We got out of bed and took a shower together.  I had never had a guy give me a bath before.  It was so erotic having someone else rub soap all over my body.  He washed me inside and out.  He used his mouth and blew water up my pussy.  Then he drank it as I pushed it out.  He really loves me.

After we got out, he dried me just like I was a baby.  I guess I AM his baby now.  I love all the attention and I love him so much.

We started dressing and when he saw me starting to put my jeans back on, he stopped me and said he loved my sexy legs.  Then he took another picture of me.  I’m going to be the most photographed girl in town pretty soon. 

After we finished messing with each other and finally managed to get some clothes on, we ate breakfast and headed down to the lake again.  Yesterday, we forgot to look for the wood for my birdhouse project.  

We’re taking a chain saw and a kind of dolly thingy.  He said we will cut the wood, put it on the dolly and haul it back to the house.

John said we would try to find a white oak tree that had been dead for a long time; otherwise the wood would be too green to use.  

I had to go and ask the stupid question of the day, “Why is it called white oak if it’s too green?”

“Well, white oak is not really white but it is whiter than red oak which is not really red.  And wood that is too green is not green but rather it is too wet to be cut and used for lumber.  If you build something with green wood, it will warp and be all twisted.”

“Sorry I asked.”

“You better remember.  It’s going to be on a test.”

“Oh great...  Great, great, great, great, great!”  Then after a long pause I said, “Just kidding; I think wood working is pretty cool stuff.”

We walked around the lake a long ways when we found this old tree that had already fallen down.  It wasn’t too big but it was really dead.  John said it had probably been killed by lightening many years ago.  We picked a section that was really straight and didn’t have any big branches sticking out of it, then we cut it with the chain saw.  God that thing was loud.  John made me get way back before he did any cutting.  The piece we cut dropped right onto the dolly.  John tied it on and we started dragging it back to the house.

I discovered something about physics today.  Lakes are in low places, so when you try to pull a heavy log away from a lake, it is always up hill.  Note to self; always get logs from the tops of mountains! 

We worked so hard to get that log back up to the barn.  John said he knew a guy who could cut the log into boards for us.  

“It’s really nice of you to help me get the wood for my birdhouse.  When I get it finished, I’m going to put it up in your front yard.”

“Why not put it at your house?”

“I want to be able to sit and watch the birds with a friend.  And you’re my best friend.”

“You know, little genius, you have a very good point.  Any two people can be lovers, but it takes two very special people to be best friends.  You are my best friend, my girl friend, and my lover all in one.”

“Can we make love again tonight?”

“I wouldn’t miss it, Sweetie.  You want to flip for who’s on top?”

“No, I read that good relationships are made up of compromises, so let’s just compromise and do it both ways.”
 
Chapter 9 – Plotting and Planning

“It sucks that you have to go home tonight, Steph.”

Before I completed my sentence, Stephanie had a solution, “I could stay here tonight and we could leave the house at different times tomorrow.  I have to be in school by 8:30.  When do you have to be there?”

“I don’t have class until 9:30, but I have to be there at 8:00 to monitor the halls.  You know it’s our job as teachers to keep the students from doing sexual stuff in the halls… kissing, butt grabbing, you know.  And we have to keep an eye on the other teachers and make sure they don’t molest you.”

“And you’re doing SUCH a great job, Mr. Baxter.  Keep up the good work.”

“You know, sarcasm is the recourse of a weak mind…  So you go about fifteen minutes after I leave.  It should be safe; there’s not much traffic on this road… No wait, on second thought.  If anything happened to you I would die, so you go at 7:40 and I’ll be about fifteen seconds behind you so I can make sure you stay safe.”

“Ah, how sweet; you really do love me!  Ok, we can do that…  And I better stop kissing you in the hallway before Shop.  Sooner or later some jerk will stick his head out the classroom door and see us; then we’ll be dead.” 

“I’ll miss it, but I agree whole heartedly.  In exchange for the lost kisses, can you come on Friday afternoon instead of Saturday morning?”


“I figure now that I know where you live, you can’t stop me from showing up at all hours of the day and night.  So I was thinking that I could come here on Thursday afternoon and stay until Monday morning.  Daddy comes home Monday evening and leaves Thursday morning.  Would that be ok to you?”

“As long as we con find a way between here, school, and home that is safe to travel by bicycle, then I would be very happy to have you as my, uh, ‘house guest’.”

“Then it’s a deal!”

Sunday night we made a nice dinner and sat down to eat.  Stephanie looked pensive, playing with her food more than eating it.  

“Okay kid, spill your brains.  What’s up?”

“I have a confession to make.”

“Oh?  So you’re the one who ate the last cup cake!”

“I’m serious… On Monday when I first saw you, I made plans that night, to do whatever I had to do, to get you to have sex with me.  Earlier in the summer, I had just figured out what sex was and I was desperate to find out more about it, and do it with someone.  I knew a good looking guy like you would be able to teach me all about it.  I never gave any thought about love or friendship, or anything good.  I feel really bad about it.”

“Hmmmm.  I guess I’ll have to spank you.”  Stephanie popped up from her head-down position and looked at me with a trace of fear in her eyes.  “Just kidding, Sweetie.  I’d never spank you.  As long as you don’t stomp in my flower bed, you’re safe.”

Stephanie grinned.  “I didn’t bring my flower stomping shoes this trip, Mr. Baxter…”

“I have a confession too.  I told myself Monday morning I would be willing to go to jail to have sex with you before we ever even spoke.  So I feel pretty much like any guy who sees an incredibly beautiful girl for the first time and immediately wants to jump her bones.  My point is, those kinds of feelings are human nature.  We can’t avoid them.”

“Wow, we think alike don’t we?”

“Yep.  Pretty much…  Another thing I’m sure you already know; our relationship puts me in a very precarious position.  I can’t treat you special in class.  You have to earn your grades like everyone else.”

“I wouldn’t respect you much if you gave me a grade I didn’t earn.  Don’t worry about me.  I can hold my own with any boy.”

“Yes, I believe you can… Hey, Steph, on a different topic, all day long I watch boys hit on girls everywhere I look.  I keep wondering why I don’t see the boys hitting on you.  You’re one of the most beautiful girls in school.  I take it back; you are the most beautiful girl in school… unless they’re hiding someone I don’t know about down in the boiler room.”

“I think they are afraid of me.  When I was in fifth grade, one of the teachers started messing with me.  I was so dumb at the time I had no idea what was going on so I went home and told my mom how cool it was that Mr. Brady liked me so much.  The next day at school, my mom showed up with a baseball bat and beat up Mr. Brady in front of the whole class.  The police had to drag her off the guy and out of the school.  Mom got five days in jail, Mr. Brady got fired, and I got a really nice apology letter from the school.” 

“I guess in that case, it’s good your mom ran off, huh?… Oh, I’m sorry Stephanie; I shouldn’t have said something like that.  I know you really miss your mom.”

“Ah, not really; we never got along.  That whole mess is why I told you yesterday I would never, ever tell anyone.  I know what happens when some stupid little kid tells a secret they aren’t supposed to.  I really liked Mr. Brady.  I was really sorry I got him in trouble.”

“How come you and your mom didn’t get along?”

“Mom was a real religious freak, and I don’t believe in any of that stuff.  Uh oh; are you religious?”

“Not even one little tiny bit.”

“Whew; I thought I had just hurt your feelings.”

“Hey, do you know where Old Riley road goes?”

“Nope.”

“Neither does anybody else in this town.  It goes to Leaborne.  Let’s drive over there and get ice cream, ok?”

“YES!  You have a car?  Where is it?  I didn’t see a car outside!”

“Apparently you can’t see the broad side of a barn, girl!” I said with a serious air.  Then I leaned into her ear and whispered, “It’s in the barn.  You did see a barn on the West side of the house, didn’t you Sweetie?”

“Yessss… Sir… uh, no sir…”

“Well, ok Sweetie!  Let’s go then!”  We walked outside to the barn and unlocked it.  There sat my ‘95 Honda Accord, in very clean condition I might add.  (At the time, it was one year old).

“Wow!  This is a nice car!  All black with dark windows!”

“We look kind of like that car in Night Rider.”

“What’s Night Rider?”

“Oh jeez… It's a TV show that dinosaurs used to watch millions of years ago…”  We got in the car and backed out of the barn as we talked.

“Oops!  I suppose I should have known what that was, huh?”

“That’s ok.  Little kids are just so ignorant about the important things in life nowadays.  I’ve never watched Square Bob Sponge Pants either!”

“Hey!  Your mean!  Just for that remark, you have to eat me twice tonight!”  Then her voice trailed off, “Eat me.  Eat me.  Eat me.”  She placed both hands over her crotch and squirmed around in the seat.

“And that’s supposed to be my punishment?  In that case, I have an idea.  From now on, every time you want to punish me, just make me eat you, ok?”  

We took off for Leaborne, about ten miles down the road.  After a time, Stephanie spoke up, “There’s something I don’t like about your car.”

“What’s that?”

“Well it has that shifter thingy in between our seats and I can’t sit next to you and hold you.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely right about that.  That does suck.  Well, maybe we can trade it in on a 1960 Chevy pickup with a bench seat.  Hey, there’s Leaborne up ahead.  Let’s find the Sonic Drive-in.”  

We found the place.  I ordered a chocolate shake; Stephanie ordered strawberry.  

“I guess cars don’t have those bench seats any more, huh?”

“I don’t think so.”  

“Eat me.  Eat me.  Eat me.”  Stephanie had become fascinated with that phrase.  “That’s ok.  I can still tickle your ribs from here which is the most important thing.”

Of course, that remark spawned a tickle fight in the front seat of the car.  Stephanie definitely lost.  I had that kid squealing for mercy.  Tickle me, will she?  

Our shakes came and we sat, and sipped, and pestered each other like two twelve year olds.  She made me feel young and alive again.  And I think I made her feel loved and nurtured.  I couldn’t stop thinking about how happy I was; I now had controlling interest in a lifetime supply of the most precious commodity on the planet… a little girl’s undying love.

We went to bed as soon as we got home.  We paced ourselves so we could get a good night’s sleep before school in the morning.  We made sweet love to each other for about an hour.  We pretty much repeated all the things we had done over this magnificent weekend.  

We were so tired from dragging that damn log for half a mile that we slept the whole night through until the alarm went off.

In the morning we had cereal and took off for school on our bicycles.  I stayed behind her about fifty feet.  I had this notion that if some tragedy was imminent, I would magically rush up and save her.  But as we rode along, the reality of her vulnerability began to sink in.  Somehow, I needed to do something to protect her better.


 
Chapter 10 – A Future for Us?

We carried on with this insane affair until Stephanie graduated high school.  The following week she turned eighteen and we were married a month after that.  That was six years ago.  We’re still as happy and as in love as we were when we first met.

I don’t suppose her dad ever knew.  If he did, he never admitted it.  And as far as I know, no one ever figured out why Stephanie bicycled three miles through rain and snow into the forest five days a week.

I was then, and still am twenty-nine years older than Stephanie.  Never the less, we plan to grow old and die together when she’s eighty and I’m a hundred-nine. ?


