Author: JojoMojo
Title: The Kiss 4
Part: 4
Universe: The Kiss
Summary: This story is based on conversations I've had with a friend who
related his experiences with a little girl.  I've tried to stick to the
facts as he related them, but do take license with events, conversations
and the thoughts running through their minds.
Keywords: Mg, pedo, cons, true?

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The Kiss 4

by JojoMojo

Kaylin was walking on a cloud after her first time alone with Chris.  While she was a little uncomfortable with the "rightness" of what had happened, the fact that they shared a secret made her feel even more special than she had the week before.  His positive reaction to her bold step made her feel even closer to him.

In the way that children often think, she felt as if she could read his mind and know what he wanted and in the same way, that he also magically knew what she wanted.  She just knew that their connection was special, magical and something that she could experience with no one else.

The week following their special time passed quickly for her.  As she was presented with the myriad of little hurts that seemed to have become part of her life she was able to face them serenely.  Her father's seeming indifference toward Kaylin and her sister; her mother's treating her like a "little baby"; the kids who teased her at school; they didn't have the impact on her that they had before.

Whenever she felt down, she found herself turning back to her time with Chris.  She would relive the special feeling she had on the way back to the party or the special way he looked at her just before he kissed her; the way he chuckled after her reaction to his impromptu kiss on her jayjay; the dreamy way it felt when they kissed, like grownups.

It was all she could do to keep from telling her best friend, Carolyn, but in the end she didn't want to share her secret with anyone and decided to keep everything for herself.

When Chris appeared in the backyard that following weekend, she experienced a flood of feelings.  Her first was one of elation; she almost dropped what she was doing and ran to him for a hug.  But the elation was quickly replaced by extreme shyness, something inside her whispered that all the things she had thought about during the week were just a little girl dreaming.

Overriding the elation was a pang of guilt.  As she stood among the other children, she could almost feel his finger on her bare jayjay and she suddenly felt as if they could all see what she was feeling, and what she had done.

She involuntarily squeezed her legs together and resisted the urge to run over to him.  Instead, she just gave him a little wave, secretly hoping that he would run to her.  When he waved back then headed inside, a part of her heart was broken.

All of a sudden, it seemed that maybe the little voice inside her head was right, that she had imagined their special connection after all.  The other kids were yelling that it was her turn, so she turned back to the game with a heavy heart.

When Chris reappeared, he had a huge grin and seemed to be taking giant steps across the lawn.  As he bent to her ear she felt a flush of excitement and the words he whispered restored all of the lost magic in an instant.  She worked to seem nonchalant as she announced that Chris needed her help.  Inside she wanted to shout, jump up and down, then wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him right there.  Instead, she maintained her composure and simply slipped her hand into his as they headed out to the car.

Her skin tingled when he wrapped his fingers around her hand and led the way to his car.  As he held the door for her, she could have sworn he gave her a little wink.  By the time he climbed into the driver's seat she felt a little light headed.  She tried hard to sit quietly while they got underway, but couldn't contain her excitement a moment longer.

Before he even started the car she asked, hoping against hope, "Are we going back to your house?"  When he nodded, she felt her heart kind of melt, making her feel all squishy inside, her heart started beating faster and she felt short of breath.

She followed him into the shop and helped him find the items on his list with a sense that everyone was watching her and envious of the handsome man she was with.  It didn't occur to her that to anyone who cared to glance they just looked like any father and daughter.  The magic she felt so acutely was not apparent to anyone else.

On the way from the shop, Chris's question, "Do you want to want to do things like we did last week?" brought to mind that wonderful kiss and how her whole body had seemed to tingle when his tongue touched her lips.  She felt a conspiratorial grin break across her face and nodded.

As soon as she did, her mind jumped to the feeling of his hands on her bum, his fingers tracing her jayjay and she was overcome with embarrassment.  To hide the blush growing on her face, she turned and looked out the window a little unsure of what she wanted, but also wishing that they could fly so they would get to his house faster.  Chris seemed to read her mind as he accelerated, driving faster as they cut across town.

Her anxiety built to a point that when they finally arrived she just had to get out of the car.  She felt like running to the door, but sufficed by bolting out of the car and skipping up the walk, unaware of the effect that her swaying sundress had on Chris as he followed her onto the porch and opened the door.

The cool air from inside blew through the door and brushed her exposed skin as she walked in.  She could feel goose bumps rise, unsure if they were a result of the air or her barely contained excitement at being alone with him again.  She really
wanted him to kiss her as soon as they were inside, but felt sure he would want to see and touch her jayjay first.

So, she somewhat reluctantly started to pull her dress up as he turned from locking the door.  His invitation to go where they would be more comfortable both caught her by surprise and made her feel distinctly uncomfortable.

Suddenly unsure of his intentions and feeling that in some way she had gotten in over her head, she shook her head "no" and said, "That's ok, I liked how we did it last time."

Because she was feeling a bit trapped, he suddenly seemed to be towering over her, looking down with an expression she couldn't decipher but somehow made her a little afraid.  For some reason she thought he was going to be mad at her, like her father got when she was at his house and didn't want to do something he told her to do.

His reaction to her refusal surprised her.  Instead of being mad, Chris dropped down on one knee so he was right at eye level and looked into her eyes.  As she looked, she only saw kindness in his gaze and felt a degree safer.  His gentle tone of voice soothed her a little more.  When he said she "sounded nervous," the feelings that they were magically connected started to trickle back again.

His hands on hers were soft and gentle when he put them over hers and smoothed her dress back down.  She really felt he was truly interested in more than her jayjay.  As he talked, that feeling was reinforced.

To be honest, no adult had ever told her explicitly that it was OK to say "no" when asked to do something; that it was OK, even welcomed for her to express her feelings; and that it was even OK if what she wanted was different from what he wanted.  When he stated emphatically that they would always be friends, no matter what, she knew deep inside this was the absolute truth.

It was a heady feeling to be given that level of control in their relationship, after all, Chris was a grownup.  His willingness to put them on the same level made her feel a lot older.

So, when he asked again if she wanted to do stuff like they had the last time, she nodded without hesitation.  When he explained that he really wanted to teach her some new things that were usually reserved for adults, her chest swelled with importance.  The added promise that they would feel good, turned her thoughts to the last time and new, wonderful sensation of his tongue lightly touching her lips and she relaxed a bit more.

His assurance that he would stop immediately if she asked, made what had felt threatening only moments before seem almost safe.  As he reinforced his first promise with other examples, she knew he was being open and honest with her.  In return, she decided to trust him and do what ever he asked.

The deciding moment was when he put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye, staring at her with a gravity that locked her eyes onto his.  When he asked her to promise she would always be honest about her feelings.  It really overwhelmed her; the intensity of the moment was more than she knew how to handle.

Her head was spinning.  She couldn't find her voice to answer, and stood frozen looking deep into his eyes.  He asked for her promise a second time and she felt she had to escape his gaze if she had any hope of answering; it was just too much for her.  So, she did the only thing she could think to do.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her cheek against his and barely managed to whisper, "I promise," into his ear.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her for a moment.  She pressed herself tightly against him loving the feel of being so close, breathing in his scent, lost for a moment in his arms.  When he quietly asked her if she wanted to go somewhere more comfortable, she was ready.  She broke their embrace, took his hand and walked by his side down the hall.

The moment they entered the room where the very first kiss had taken place, she started feeling shy again.  It was strange to feel so many emotions so fast.  

As he sat on the bed she felt a little more nervous.  Her sense of being grown up vanished and she was a little girl again.  She stood frozen in place, staring at the floor, afraid to look at him.

His hands, warm on her back as he reached to hold her broke the tension and she allowed him to draw her close then wrap her in an embrace.  For some reason his first kiss caught her by surprise.  Even though his lips were soft when they touched hers, she kept her lips tightly closed.

He drew back with a funny little smile on his face and then kissed her again.  While she had dreamed of kissing Chris many times in the previous week, even rehearsing it in her mind, she again met his lips with hers tightly closed.  She was surprised when he said nothing, almost expecting him to be exasperated with her.

Instead, he patiently kissed her a third time his lips soft as they brushed against hers.  This time, she closed her eyes, softened her lips and opened them just a little bit.  The touch of his tongue as it traced her lips sent a tingle through her body that seemed to center itself somewhere below her belly button and made her heart begin to pound.

She was surprised to feel her tongue respond almost as if it had a mind of its own, gently reaching to meet his.  She allowed the tip of her tongue to barely touch  his before she withdrew.  She tried it again, this time a little feeling a bit more bold, exploring his lips for a moment before retreating.  Her head was swimming and her breath became labored as she realized that they were FRENCH KISSING!

French kissing was nearly mythical among her friends.  It was something that seemed incomprehensible and kind of yucky, naughty but also dreamy all at the same time.  It was often the topic of conversation with some girls swearing that they had "done it" when everyone knew they were lying.

The first time she and Carolyn had seen it in a movie, they couldn't believe their eyes.  They had spent hours talking about it afterwards; replaying the scene several times to be sure that they had really seen it, horrified yet somehow intrigued.  They each agreed that no boy would EVER stick his tongue in their mouths.

Yet, here she was, doing just that and even returning Chris's kisses!  Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought, "Carolyn would die if I told her!"  It was hard to sort out everything she was feeling.

The scratchiness of his whiskers contrasted with the gentleness of his lips and somehow made it all seem even more romantic.  As they kissed, she lost all sense of time, wrapped in a flood of new sensations and emotions.  She couldn't imagine anything ever feeling as good as this.

Chris eventually broke their kiss and pulled back, his eyes sparkling.  When he told her she was a great kisser, she felt herself blush with pleasure, the warmth spreading up from her chest and spilling across her cheeks.  She turned to sit next to him on the bed, still glowing, wanting more.

He hugged her, and began another kiss.  In the middle of the kiss, he started to guide her back onto the bed and she had a moment of panic.  His reminder that she could trust him removed the last bit of resistance and she allowed him to slowly lower her down beside him.

He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers.  The feeling of his body fast against hers as their tongues danced sent shivers down her spine.  As they kissed, his touch at the base of her neck sent a chill that radiated through her body and down to her toes.

His hand felt warm through the thin material of her sundress as he moved it in lazy circles on her chest slowly making his way to her belly where he paused, still circling and softly rubbing.

When the circles moved below her belly button, she felt little butterflies start fluttering deep inside.  She held her breath and tensed a little as he moved his hand further, teasing, touching her hips and thighs through the sundress, then circling back up to her tummy, starting again, round and round until he finally touched her jayjay.

She resisted the urge to push up to meet his hand, even though she wanted to.  She lay on her back, legs tightly together, feeling his fingers as they traced across the mound, cupping the top of her jayjay, holding it in his hand as if it was a small bird.

Somehow, combined with the kissing, this time his fingers on her jayja felt way better than the last time, which had been OK, even if it was a little embarrassing.

She wanted more and the pressure of his hand helped her to relax.  As she did, her legs fell open a bit.  He accepted her unspoken invitation and traced down between her legs with his fingers, then along the inside of her thighs, sending tingles of pleasure up to her belly.

She released their embrace and reached down to tug at her dress, lifting her hips a little and scrunching it up above her tummy.  As she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers brushed through his hair and she pulled her legs farther apart aching for his touch.

He took his time, tracing slowly up the inside of her bare thigh before placing his hand above over her jayjay and pressing in with his fingers making a circular motion at the top of her crack.  The whole time he continued to lazily kiss her, tracing her lips and teeth with his tongue.  The pleasure radiating from his touch made her want more and she felt herself press gently up into his probing fingers.

After a bit Chris broke their kiss and pulled back.  She opened her eyes dreamily as he felt him place his hands under her arms and lift her slightly.  She pushed with her feet as he guided her to the top of the bed, nestling her head down on the pillow.

With a quick kiss, he slid down along her side.  She tensed again as she realized he was looking right at her panties but she resisted the urge to close her legs and watched silently as he hooked his fingers under the elastic of her waist band.

He glanced up at her and the softness of his expression gave her the nerve she needed.  Biting her lip for courage, she lifted her hips and felt him slide her panties down, work them over her trainers and off.  He lay back down, dropping her panties on the bed by her side, his face only inches from her jayjay.

She watched with wonder as he gazed at her jayjay, unable to comprehend what there was about it that drew him down there.  In a way, she was glad for whatever it was, even if it made her feel a little self conscious.  He glanced up at her and the eye contact made her feel embarrassed.  So she closed her eyes, willing herself to not be afraid.

When he touched her again, she involuntarily tensed at the feel of his hands on her bare skin, knowing that this time he was looking at what his fingers were doing.  He slowly ran his fingers all around her jayjay, stroking the outside of her lips, brushing past the little bump that often peeked out from between them.

The good feelings that started radiating from his finger tips helped her to relax a little.  As he rubbed with more intensity, pressing to spread her lips, the feelings got stronger and better.  She felt him start using two hands and kind of lost track of where exactly all his fingers were.

All she knew was what he was doing felt better and better.  She could feel it when he traced down with one hand towards her bum.  As he rubbed down there, pressing gently between her cheeks she was lost in the feelings being generated.  At first it felt kind of good, then it was like some kind of connection was formed between his fingers on her jayjay and the ones pressing against her bum.

She slowly brought her knees up, pressing with her feet to raise her bum a little and she could feel him press in a little further, his finger rubbing and pushing against her bum hole.  Rather than be shocked or distressed, the feeling intensified what he was doing to her jayjay and she welcomed this new sensation, trusting him completely.  She moved slightly against his touch, wanting him to push a little harder against her bum.

All too soon, he stopped and she was afraid it was already time to go.  She half opened her eyes as he repositioned himself, using his hands to guide her knees down and her legs apart.  She wondered what he was going to do when he asked in a husky, soft voice if she was willing to try something new.  This time she wasn't afraid and nodded dreamily, then let her eyes close, and waited for more good feelings.

The first touch was unexpected, it felt soft and silky, even a little slippery on her jayjay.  For a moment she couldn't figure out what he was doing.  Then she felt the scratchiness of his chin as he covered her jayjay with his mouth.  The feeling of his lips as they pressed against her and his tongue as he worked all around her jayjay made her gasp.  The feeling was like when he rubbed her except ten times stronger.

She descended into an ocean of sensations and would have gladly stayed submerged in the pleasure he was giving her for hours on end.  The feelings ebbed and flowed, sometimes building a little, then leveling off before receding and starting to build again.  She wanted the cycle of pleasure to continue forever, feeling Chris starting to move his tongue faster, starting to press harder.

As Chris pressed harder, the good feelings radiated from her jayjay making her bum tingle.  After a while, the speed of his tongue and the pressure started to increase the sensitivity of her jayjay to a level that was almost uncomfortable.  She was about to reach down and push his head away when he suddenly pressed even harder, then let up and slowed the motion of his tongue.  He finally stopped and gave her jayjay a little peck of a kiss before sliding up beside her.

He wrapped her in his arms and gave her a squeeze.  As he leaned in to kiss her and she could smell her jayjay on his lips and pushed him away, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't force himself on her.  She was right.  He slowly released her and began to gently help her back into her panties.

Years later, as she reminisced, she could see that it was the little things like that, how he put her panties back on and carefully smoothed the waistband that made it clear to her: to Chris what they were doing was more than just seeing her jayjay, that he really did love her.

She giggled when he insisted on kissing her jayjay good-bye, like it was a separate person or something.  Once dressed, they left the room to head back.  It was hard to switch gears from her dreamy state of pleasure to the world outside.  The sun felt hot on her cheeks as they got into the car.  She would have preferred to lie a while longer in his arms.

As Chris drove, her mind drifted back to the room and all the sensations she had experienced.  It was then that the question first presented itself.  She pushed it aside, feeling it would be embarrassing to ask, but it returned insistently.

She really didn't want to ask it, afraid to put it into words, afraid that it would break the magic of their time together.  Finally she relented and asked, "What does my jayjay taste like?"

His answer "like marshmallows," broke the tension and made her laugh, but then she realized that he had dodged the question.  So, she reminded him of his promise.  She was surprised when he stopped and thought for a moment before answering.  No grownup had ever given her the feeling that her questions were worth thinking over.

She was relieved when he didn't say that it tasted yucky as that is what she was sure he would say.  In a way, his answer was a relief.  She would have felt bad if he had endured something unpleasant just to give her pleasure.  She had no idea that for Chris, giving was every bit as good as getting.

She looked away after he answered, lost again in her thoughts.  Under her breath she whispered, "Marshmallows, they're my favorite," turning to see if he had heard, grinning at her own joke.  Chris was concentrating on the road, oblivious to her comment so she left it hanging.

Back at the party she was sure that everyone would know something had happened to her.  The sensations with Chris had been so intense, it was hard to believe that no one could see it in her eyes.  She stayed close to Chris, not wanting to be too far from him.  For once, her mom left her alone and she spent the rest of the evening cuddled next to him, his arm around her shoulders as he watched football.

The next week Kaylin had to consciously avoid mentioning Chris.  She knew that her mother felt she was abusing his good will and any mention of him or questions about the next weekend would only make it worse.  Time seemed to crawl until the end of the week finally arrived.  When her mother reminded her that she and her sister were to spend the weekend with her father her heart sank.

She turned and ran to her room burying her face in the pillow to keep her mother from hearing her cry; she knew she wouldn't be able to explain her tears.   Eventually, she managed to stop crying and went to the bathroom to wash her face before going back to the kitchen.  It was like a bad dream; one where there was no way to escape her fate.  Time seemed to move in slow motion as she waited for her father to pick them up.

She tried to make the best of it for her sister's sake, but her father's indifference to their feelings was made all the more obvious by Chris's attention the previous weekend.  All in all it was a horribly long and tedious weekend.  She managed to make it through and into the following week by replaying all the times that Chris had made her feel loved and grown-up.

The next weekend finally arrived and with it more bad news.  Her mom announced that instead of going to the party, they needed to spend family time together.  Kaylin couldn't help herself and broke down crying right in the kitchen.  Her mother's exasperation with her tears didn't help matters and she felt more emotions welling up inside her.

Without warning, she felt them boil into a tantrum that earned her a swat on the bum and trip to her room "to get a hold of herself".  The biggest frustration and cause for the tantrum was that she couldn't tell her mom why going to the party was so important.

She managed to calm down after a while and apologized to her mom.  She knew that it wasn't her mom's fault, but couldn't help feeling she was to blame for her misery.  It was after that weekend that Kaylin made her discovery.

She was desperate to see Chris again.  Thinking about him during the day was not as good as before.  The separation seemed to make her memories fade a bit and the doubts came back rolling in, making her wonder if he really did like her or if she had just imagined it.  At night, she had trouble falling asleep, the feelings that had made her feel warm inside seemed to be fading as well.

She wished that she could call him and ask to make sure that he really did love her the way she had thought he did.  But, she had no idea how to find his number and didn't have the courage to dial it even if she did.  She was trapped with her doubts, feeling all the more alone.

One night in bed, she lay quietly, thinking about him, willing her memory to sharpen, trying to recapture the sensations she had experienced.  As she lay under the sheet, eyes closed, listening to her sister's even breathing, she replayed the last time they were alone together, pushing herself to remember each and every moment clearly.

She was dressed in her normal night clothes, a t-shirt and panties, lying on her back.  She was totally relaxed legs slightly parted, one hand resting on her tummy and the other on her thigh half on her t-shirt with the fingers on bare skin just below the hem.

As she replayed that day on the bed at Chris's house, she began to move her hand softly on her thigh, repeating the motion Chris had made after she had pulled her dress up.

The feeling of her fingers on the bare skin mimicked the way he had touched her and before long she could feel the little butterflies start to flutter below her belly button.  She slid her hand up as he had done and ran her fingers tentatively across the leg band and onto the slight rise of her pubic mound.  The butterflies intensified a little bit as she slowly slid her fingers over the cotton covered mound and down to the cleft of her jayjay.

There weren't any fireworks when she touched her jayjay, just the butterflies and a warm sensation, but it did feel nice.  She ran her fingers from the top to the bottom of the cleft then back again, across the and around the mound, slowly exploring letting the sensations guide her.

As she began to rub the crack, she pulled her legs open a little further, running her fingers past the bottom of her jayjay, across her perineum, pressing in between her bum cheeks.

She repeated the motion several times, enjoying the sensations, all the time thinking about Chris and how it had felt to kiss him.  Her tongue traced her lips as she imagined him kissing her back.  Eventually she stopped moving her tongue, leaving the tip caught in the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on her fingers.

As she stroked her jayjay, she slowly slid her other hand down her side and under her bum, pressing between her cheeks and against her bum hole, trying to match what Chris had done.  This felt good and she concentrated on trying to remember exactly what he had done.  She had been so sensitive that she could not been sure what or where he touched down there.

Eventually, she slipped her fingers under the leg band and tentatively brushed them against the little "worm" that was poking up from between her lips.  This brought a tingle of increased sensitivity.  She slipped her hand out of the leg band and pushed it down under the waistband.  The feeling of her hand against the bare flesh of her lower tummy felt delicious.  She slid it down across the mound and for the first time, traced the cleft of her jayjay from top to bottom.

She was surprised to find her jayjay a little moist and thought to herself that it must be sweat.  The feeling of her fingers on the bare skin made the butterflies increase and the warmth spread.  As she was rubbing she was drawn deeper and deeper into remembering and the line between reality and her fantasy began to blur.  She could feel herself slipping into the warmth of a dream as she moved her fingers to trace the outside of her lips, then down the cleft.

The next thing she knew, she was waking up from the most wonderful series of dreams about Chris.  Each one a variation of their last time alone together, each one filled with the kisses she loved.  She tried to close her eyes and return to her dreams, but the sun coming in the window and the noises of her mom and sister emanating from the kitchen made sleep impossible.

She resigned herself to the day, feeling better than she had in a long while, still floating on the cloud of her dream.  She brought her hands up to rub her eyes and an unfamiliar scent made her stop.  It reminded her of how Chris had smelled after he had kissed her jayjay.  This time she found the scent not unpleasant as it was connected to him and how good he had made her feel.

She spent a couple of minutes sleepily exploring the scent and allowing her mind to wander back to that moment, his face inches from hers when she had pushed him away.  She decided that if they ever got to do things again, she would not ever refuse his kiss, even if he had just finished kissing her jayjay.

The day passed quickly, helped on by the good mood afforded by her dreams. After dinner, she found herself yearning to get back to bed, wanting to explore more and reconnect with her dreams.  Finally it was bath time, then bed time, then lights out.  She lay still for a long time, listening to her sister's breathing, trying to gauge if she was asleep yet.  After a few furtive glances, she was pretty sure she was.

She started in the same way as she had the night before, slowly teasing herself as she thought about Chris and how he had touched her.  This time, when she came to the part where he had slipped down along her side, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down to her ankles, enjoying the sound they made as they brushed against her skin.  She was afraid to take them off, thinking she could pull them up quickly if she heard her mom in the hall.

She spread her legs, remembering how it felt when Chris pressed her knees down and apart.  The panties around her ankles forced her to press the soles of her feet together as she spread her legs.  She slid her hands from her knees across her inner thighs and used both trace her open lips, first on the outside, then on the inside, using one hand to continue stroking her jayjay while the other concentrated on the little bump and the thin folds beneath it.

The feeling coupled with her memory of Chris fueled even stronger sensations.  She kept rubbing and stroking, occasionally running her hands across her tummy or down her thighs, making goose bumps rise.  Before long, the fantasy playing in her mind began to slip into a dream and she could almost feel the scratch of Chris's beard against her thighs.

The next morning she was appalled to realize that her panties were nowhere to be found, having slipped off her ankles as she slept.  She stretched her toes down to the foot of her bed, finally locating the errant panties.  She grabbed them with her toes pulling them up until she could ach them with her fingers and slip them back on.

The following week was a blur of school and daily activities, all leading to more exploration at night.  The good feelings never went beyond just that, good feelings and she had no idea about orgasms (she wouldn't discover them for several more years), so was content that her exploration brought her memories of Chris back into focus.

The fantasies fueled by her fingers ended up having to suffice for longer than she would have imagined, as one week ran into the next with one reason after another why they had to miss the party.  She had about given up on every seeing Chris again when her mother finally announced that they were going to the party again.  She almost jumped for joy, but managed to just smile and say "great."

Heart hammering as they arrived, she forced herself to walk nonchalantly into the house.  She looked all over for Chris or his wife and son.  One of the women noticed her wandering around and winked.  "Chris isn't coming tonight honey, their son is sick."  The words almost crushed her.  She could feel the tears welling up and her throat starting to constrict.

She was saved from busting into tears when one of the other kids suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her to the back yard.

So, once again, she found herself depending on the fantasies, each night making her desire for Chris that much stronger.






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