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   Angels and Oak Trees

   Part 1

   "Gonna need a lot of work this year" announced Matt Barlow to his son
Mica.

   The pair were looking up at the capacious tree house built within the
sturdy boughs of a ancient oak.

   The tree and house came with the home that the Barlow's had bought a few
years earlier.  The covenant on the land stated that whoever owned the land
with the tree in it had to maintain the tree house no matter what.  Other
neighbouring properties simply had to agree that the house may overlap
their boundaries dependent on the growth of the tree.

   In fact, the way the garden was set out, the house only overhung the
property which backed onto them.  A property which, until just before
Christmas, had housed Mica's best buddy, Ron.

   Promotion had seen the family move to the north and the house had been
empty until last weekend.

   A row of tall beech trees at the end of that garden shielded the house
from the tree house and vice versa.  Right now, Mica had no knowledge of
his new neighbours.

   The small gate in the fence to the right clicked open.  Jon, Mica's new
best buddy, slipped through the gap.

   "We'll help Mr Barlow" Jon announced "I use it almost as much s Mica"

   Matt Barlow took time off over the Easter holidays and he, ably assisted
by Mica and Jon, set to work to do the repairs to the exterior.

   The tree house consisted of two rooms.  Outside was a porch area that
encircled the whole structure.  Through that porch flooring was cut two
trap doors.  The first and main one was at the front.  When anybody was in
the house the chain ladder was hauled up and the trap door closed for
safety reasons.  The matching arrangement at the rear of the structure
overhung what used to be Ron's garden.

   By the end of the school holidays the tree house had a largely new roof.
The walls had been repaired where necessary and the chain ladders had been
checked and serviced.

   Armoured cabling had been laid on and, for the first time ever, the tree
house had power.  Mica's mother had insisted on that upgrade to reduce the
use of camp stoves, candles and other naked flames.  Mica had readily
relented when he was told that he could have a small tv and games console
out there.

   The boys couldn't wait until next weekend.

   Between the en of March and the middle of October the boys would spend
most weekends in or around the tree house.  At either end of that period it
could still be cold but the boys seemed not to notice.  Next weekend, and
possibly the one after, would be taken up decorating the interior but after
that they could get back to normal.

   Mica, in particular, had missed access to his small stash of porn mags
currently hidden in Jon's garden shed.

   The boys were both approaching 13 and had started to notice girls.  Not
that they had a clue about what to do about it, of course, but they talked
up a storm and, once or twice, engaged in shared masturbation sessions.

   Initially, they had kept to separate rooms within the tree house. 
Sharing descriptions of some busty babe or other as they tugged their meat.
More recently they had overcome their shyness and been prepared to share
the same mag and the same room.

   Those sessions might still be some way off though.  Until the work was
done either set of parents might be frequent unannounced visitors.  It
helped that they always raised the ladders and closed the traps for
"safety" reasons, but still it was hard to concentrate when you mum might
be down below at any moment.

   The boys went back to school on Monday.  In the evenings, after homework
and food and buoyed by the new lights, they would retreat to the tree house
and carry on their preparation work, rubbing down, applying filler and
sealant etc.

   It was Wednesday evening when Jon noticed lights through the branches of
the neighbouring beech trees.

   "Someone must have moved in" he announced obviously.

   On Saturday morning, as the boys hauled up the net of brushes and paint,
a girly squeal and giggles floated over the rear fence.

   "Looks like our new neighbours might have daughter" laughed Matt Barlow,
winking suggestively.

   Mica quickly managed a full on blush, whilst Jon offered a "girls! 
Yuck"

   Still, the boys did open the rear shutters whilst they painted.  And,
despite the fact that they spent almost as much time trying to peer into
the garden as paint, they saw almost nothing.  A flash of white, another
squeal or giggle, but nothing else.

   That evening, as the light faded, Mica started to tidy up alone.  Jon
had been called in early to finish some chore or other.

   A flash of light caught the boy's eye and he moved to the shutters.  He
could just make out the far side of an upstairs window.  He saw nothing
else for a moment and then a girl came into view.  She was stood on a chair
or something and hanging curtains whilst chatting to somebody out of sight.

   Mica craned his neck but couldn't see past the beech branch dead ahead.
Quickly, he closed the shutter and slipped out and around the side of the
tree house.  He got there just as the light flicked off.

   Mica slipped down the ladder and back to his house.

   There was a brief argument about the sense of sleeping in the tree house
when it was full of paint and decorating materials but then he was off down
the garden with a sleeping bag under his arm.

   He carefully closed up the front of the house, opened the rear shutters
once more and set to work with the long handles clippers he had smuggled
out of the shed.

   Taking care not to try and cut through anything too big, he slowly and
carefully opened a small window between the twigs and budding leaves
sufficient so that he could stare at that dark window with a degree of
clarity.

   He turned off the light, slipped into his sleeping bag and sat, propped
against the side wall, waiting.

   He was almost asleep when the light flicked on and the window came
alive.

   He brought his binoculars to his eyes and focused them through the newly
created gap in the branches.

   It was all over in a flash but it made a huge impact on Mica.

   The girl, about his age, walked up to the window, threw her arms wide
and drew the curtains closed.

   That was it.  Show over.

   BUT: The girl was a vision of extreme loveliness as far as Mica was
concerned.  She had long blonde hair framing an angelic face.  He couldn't
have seen her eyes properly but he was certain that they would be deep
blue. His vision expanded to show a lithe athletic body with just a trace
of bosom, well bumps really.  She was clad in a white tee shirt and wore
skin tight denim cuttoffs.  Well the tee shirt was there, but he hadn't
seen below the waist so only hoped for the skin tight shorts and her
nakedness beneath them.
He tossed the soiled Kleenex into a rubbish bag and settled down to

dream of his angel.

   He woke to the sound of bells.  The bell to be precise.

   Because of the raised ladders and trapdoors a simple bell mechanism had
been set up for anybody wanting to gain entry.

   Mica, slipped out of his sleeping bag and wandered onto the porch.  He
looked over the rail, confirmed that it was only Jon and lowered the
ladder. For whatever reason, Mica didn't mention his angelic visitation to
Jon.  Maybe he didn't want to admit to making a hole from which to spy on
the gorgeous creature, maybe he didn't want competition.

   Still, good progress was made and when Matt Barlow paid a visit around
5.00 he praised their hard work and promised to install the tv and games
console during the week.

   And so came Monday and first period mathematics.

   The boys were sat together, as usual, when the door opened and the head
walked in.

   An angel followed him.

   Mica almost choked when he recognised the vision of loveliness from his
late night exploits.  For her part the girl looked at the teacher, not at
the assembled class.

   Mr Frazier waited for the head to depart and then cleared his throat for
attention.  Not that it was necessary of course, everybody wanted to know
about the newbie.

   "This" announced Mr Frazier "is Jennifer Martins"

   The girl moved her mouth.  Mica stared.

   "She likes to be called Jenny by her friends and I'm sure you will all
be her friends by the end of the day.  Make Jenny welcome please, ah yes,
there's a seat next to Emma" he finished as he slipped a hand between her
shoulder blades and started her in a forwards motion.

   Jenny had to walk past Mica and Jon to get to Emma.

   Jon dug his friend in the ribs.

   "You're staring.  Close your mouth." He hissed.

   Mica gazed at those deep blue eyes, glanced at the small mounds under
her school polo shirt and imagined the tight denim cuttoffs.  Jenny walked
past without paying him the slightest attention and class resumed.

   That evening the boys found themselves walking a little way ahead of the
girls as they made their way up the slope towards Horseshoe Drive.  Yes,
Girls, plural.

   Mica had been beside himself when he had seen not one but two, almost
identical visions of angelic beauty.

   "Jeez.  Why don't you just talk to them" snapped Jon as he gave up
trying to get any real conversation from the girls.

   It was Thursday before he did.

   Making sure that he and Jon were well ahead they stopped and sat and
chatted whilst the girls caught up.

   "Hi" squealed Mica as he jumped in front of the two blond angels "Jenny
right?"

   Jenny almost smiled but caught herself.

   "Your in my class, of course you know my name." she snapped

   "Twins?" queried Mica slightly flustered.

   Jenny looked at her sister.

   "Not that it's any of your business" snapped the other, slightly shorter
angel, "but no we're not twins - just sisters."

   "Oh right.  You live behind my house" he blurted "I can see your room
from my tree house"

   As he said it he knew it was a mistake.

   Jenny scowled at him.

   "Have you been spying on me or something?"

   "No, I, er, I just noticed you when I was decorating at the weekend."

   Jenny snorted.  Her sister snorted.

   "Still playing in tree houses then?" quipped the smaller angle "children
Jen, just children" she muttered as the girls pushed past on either side of
Mica.

   Jon was in fits.

   "You handled that really well" he laughed "it was a nice touch to tell
her you've been staring into her bedroom window!"

   "Shut the fuck up" snapped Mica as he turned and headed up the hill
behind the two girls.

   The next two weekends were spent playing games, watching terrible TV and
flicking through well work porn mags.  The girls were largely forgotten. 
Periodically Mica would mumble some opinion or other as his eyes fixed on
their rears on the way home, but Jon was always quick to change the
subject.

   It was a Tuesday when Mica had his armour and silver charger handed to
him on a plate.

   The boys were, perhaps, fifty feet behind the girls as they started the
climb up that final hill.  There was a commotion and Mica looked up to see
Max, Mad Max to all who knew him, and his motley crew, circling the girls.

   Before Jon could stop him, Mica broke into a run.

   "Hey" he shouted "Leave them alone, they're with me."

   Max and his three cronies had been playing the part of troublesome youth
in the area for a couple of years now.

   Max himself was around 17 but hadn't seen school for a good five years.
The others ranged from 14 to 16, all equally well educated, all renowned
for brawn rather than brain.

   Max turned to face the young boy running up the hill as two of his
cronies grabbed the girls and the third moved off to the side.

   "What d'ya mean with you kid?" Mad Max asked.

   Mica slowed to a walk.

   "You know, with me"

   "I don't know.  Best you tell me.  Are you fucking one of these cunts?"

   "No, nothing like that"

   "Then what kid?"

   Mica thought for a moment.

   "Jenny's my girlfriend" he finally blurted out.

   "Is that right?" mused Max as he turned to face the girls.  "Which one
of you is Jenny?"

   "I am" she spoke clearly, confidently.

   "Is he telling the truth?"

   Jenny nodded.

   "But he hasn't fucked you?"

   "NO!" she squealed

   "Then what?" asked Max "What's the little boy done with you?"

   Jenny blushed.

   "We just kiss a bit" offered Mica.

   "Oh how sweet!" mocked Max "Show me how you kiss your girlfriend"

   "Fuck off!" stormed Mica

   "Show me or I'm gonna knock you senseless and then I'm gonna have a kiss
or two."

   Mica looked at Jenny, their eyes met, hers fluttered.

   Mica brushed past Max and Jenny was pushed to meet him.

   The cronies gathered round as Jon circled and guided little sister a few
paces away.

   Mica was obviously a little slow because it was Jenny who leaned in for
the kiss.  It was a quick peck and it was over.

   "Is that it?" snarled Max "I'll show the little cunt how to kiss"

   Mica looked t Max and then grabbed the girl.  Holding her close he
forced his mouth over hers and battled her lips with his tongue.  She gave
way and the pair were locked in a brief tongue wrestling bout.

   "Enough!" stormed Max "you look like you was enjoying that"

   The pair broke apart.  Jenny took his hand.

   "um" thought Max "Tell you what, you feel her up a bit and we might let
you all go."

   "What!" snapped Mica

   "Put on a show kid.  Feel her titties, have a bit of fun." Laughed Max
"That's what we was planning with the two of them"

   Mica shoved Jenny behind him.

   "Run" he hissed into her ear "Take the others and run"

   Then he was off.  He flew at Max who sidestepped and delivered a punch
to the boys stomach as he sailed past.

   Jenny, Jon and little sister stopped running at the top of the rise.

   Mica was on his knees, a cronie holding each arm.  Jenny started back
dow the hill.  Jon stopped her.

   "You go back and he's gonna have a beating for nothing." The boy hissed.

   Lower down the slope Max was talking quietly.

   "You got guts kid" he said simply "next time I tell you to feel her
titties what you gonna do?" the older boy asked as he slapped Mica with the
back of his hand.

   Mica spat a goblet of blood onto the pavement.

   "Next time I won't miss" the young boy hissed through gritted teeth.

   Max laughed.

   "You know I got no choice but to hurt you right?"

   Mica nodded.

   "Cool.  Well, whilst the cunt is yours she's safe, but try and stay away
from me and my boys huh?"

   Mica nodded again.  He didn't see the boot but he felt it.

   He first kick took the air from his lungs; the second took the light
from his eyes.

   He came too a few moments later and stared up into a pair of deep blue
eyes.  Deep blue crying eyes.

   "Hi" he smiled "I'm Mica"

   Mica took great care to ensure that no parents were to get involved.  He
elicited promises from Jenny and Emily (previously known as small angel!)
and an "of course" scowl from Jon.

   By the Friday walk home Mica was moving normally again.

   As usual there were four walkers now where there had been two pairs
previously.

   Unusually, Mica found Jenny slowing and holding back a little as Emily
chatted happily to Jon.

   When she was satisfied that she could talk quietly and privately, she
did.

   "I wanted to say thanks"

   "You did that already" replied Mica

   "Yeah but it was really brave and I hadn't been very nice to you up to
then"

   Mica smiled at her.

   "It was me who promised to peer into your bedroom window as I recall"

   "Yeah" the girl admitted "that was a stupid thing to say.  Emily had you
down as a true weirdo" The pair laughed.

   "So what's the story with the not twins sisters then?" asked Mica

   "Well" started Jenny thoughtfully "I was born in May and mum got
pregnant again almost immediately.  Emily was born the following March. 
For a short while each year we're the same age!"

   "That's kinda neat - I think" the boy offered

   "Yeah, we're best friends as well as sisters"

   "So you're almost 13 then"

   "uh-huh"

   Silence fell.

   "Mica" Jenny began hesitantly "when you rescued me...."

   "I don't think it was much of a rescue" the boy interrupted.

   "When you kissed me.....  it was really nice" she finished in a hurry.

   Mica smiled at her.

   "You wanna be my girlfriend for real?"

   "Kinda"

   "Kinda!  What's the catch?"

   "It has to be a secret, the four of us can know but nobody else,
especially not my dad."

   "Your dad thinks you're too young for boyfriends?"

   "Dad thinks boys are only after one thing"

   "We are" smiled Mica

   Jenny punched his arm.

   "let's just keep it quiet for now huh?"

   "Can I tell Jon?"

   "Emily already has I should think" Jenny smiled back "I kinder planned
to hijack you this evening."

   Mica reached out and took her hand.

   "Will you be in the tree house tonight?"

   "Yup, once food and homework are done."

   "I'll wave" she said as she slipped away towards her own home.

   "Result huh?" grinned Jon as he fell in beside his friend.

   "Yeah, I reckon.  Gotta keep it quiet though."

   "Yeah Emily kinda hinted that the dad's a bit of a nutter.  I'm not
coming to the house tonight.  I'll be there tomorrow though."

   "Why?" asked Mica

   "Dunno really.  Emily asked me to stay home tonight.  Said she'd text me
later."

   "She could text you in the tree house" Mica suggested

   Jon shrugged

   "Got tons of extra homework anyways.  I'll see you tomorrow."

   And so, a little after 9.30, Mica was waiting in the tree house when her
light came on.

   She moved to the window, looked in his direction and waved.  Mica waved
back until he realised that she probably couldn't see him.

   Jenny smiled at the silhouette framed by the frame of the window and lit
by soft electric light.

   "Oh shit!" exclaimed Mica as he pushed his binoculars hard against his
eyes to watch Jenny tug her tee shirt over her head.  He gulped as he
watched a bra clad angel wander about her room.  He was a little surprised
when she moved a lamp to shine at the window but then she pulled the
curtains and was silhouetted perfectly by the lamp.

   With exaggerated movements she undressed behind her curtains.  Mica
watched her jeans come off, then her bra and finally her panties.

   Then there was a period of movement before she clambered onto something
and he could see almost her entire body behind those curtains.  She posed
for a few moments and then she was gone.  The light went off and Mica went
looking for a Kleenex.
   End Part 1 

