  Author: LoneWolf
Title: I Like the Night Life Baby 1
Part: 1
Summary:    The kids make a music video.  Greg and the sound man's 12 year old daughter, Cinnamon hook up in a van.  
Air is not the only hockey they play.    
Keywords: Humor, bg, oral, jo, 1st , music
            
                I Like The Night Life Baby 1

   Author's note, because of all the excessive plot and character
   development in this chapter the sex will not be brought to you
   till nearly the end.  In the mean time I've decide to go humorous.
   If it's not funny enough, go back and try reading it drunk, that
   worked well for me.  It starts a little slow but gets better.



   Promotion yea, that's the ticket.  MS Gomez had missed a golden
opportunity to get Lisa on tape simply because of the whim of the nine year
old girl.  Damn, it still pissed her off even a week later.  Now because of
both girls' schedules, there had been no second chance to catch the Lolita
lesbians on tape.  Driving down the highway she was thinking about a way to
bring it all together.  She popped in one of her CD's.  Began thinking of
Lisa.  The two collided like freight trains, music and Lisa.  An old tune
came up.  Gomez liked the old rock music.  Today's stuff was so programed,
it was like a whole generation of Peter Framtons.  She turned up her car
stereo.

   And she's making her play; one, two, three 
   
   and she can't go wrong;

   The music went on, every line was Lisa,

   She's got wonderful eyes; one, two, three 

   And a risque mouth

   Promotion yes, what better way, a music video with the kids all centered
around the song.  She can have the video do double duty.  One copy for her
legit customers to promote the studio and showcase the kids.  A second
video for her more shadowy enterprise.  At a rest area she pulled over,
whipped out her cell while the ideas were flowing.  She called her
manufacturing company in Manila.  They produced the illegal kiddie porn she
sent them.  She had two DVD's with them ready for a production run.  She
called it off, told them to delay the run.  She wanted to add some coming
attractions, yeah Lisa.

   This was going to work out.  No one put coming attractions on movies
like this.  Once those horned out Asian dogs got a look at little blond
Lisa, she would get reams of pre orders.  Once she and Maria could finally
nail the girl down naked in front of the cameras, damn she cursed the sauna
she had installed last year.  Not like she could even put mics or cameras
in the sauna.  The heat and moisture would eat her equipment.

   Parked under a shade tree Gomez pulled out a pad and began writing.  The
moment of inspirational thought had passed but she still remembered it, and
was writing furiously to get it all down.  Ten minutes later she sped off.
The kids were going to love this, Lisa most of all, she would be lip
syncing the words.  But who would not want to be a rock star?  She smiled,
dollar signs in her eyes.  She hit the replay button to get the lyrics.

   And she's making her play; one, two, three 

   and she can't go wrong,

   She's my frozen fire; one, two, three, four 

   She's my one desire.

   Even the chorus was spot on.  She could not get back to her office fast
enough, traffic was heavy.  Damn, when they going start building those
hover cars.  The phone list was long, she needed a full size camera crew.
Normally she would work the camera but she had just promoted herself to
director, producer and writer, the triple crown.  A call to her friend
Andrew who was a music instructor for kids, he could work with Tommy on
drums, Greg on guitar and they could at last put the year of piano lessons
Maria had taken to good use on the keyboard.  She needed someone good for
lead guitar, so they could zoom in and at least make one aspect look real.

   More lighting, the back drop would be a dim light town, easy enough. 
She started a story board, wrote out all the lyrics.  The opening music
could be used for a tumbling sequence to show off Lisa's gymnastic skills,
a couple of tumbling runs while the band played in the background.  She
needed someone to work with Lisa on that.  A good sound man would have to
be brought in for the taping.  Some stage hands, and the kids they'd all
need instruments to play.  Andrew offered to rent her some at a good price.
Especially after she offered him 1200 for the week, cash.  He text ed back
a smiley face.  Tax free, the two most beautiful words in any language,
especially Greek.

   Then pay dirt, a friend with a connection had a brother who knew someone
inside the Saudi royal tent.  Fourteen thousand royal princes and all of
looking for a Lisa of their own.  Once those guys see the blond American
princess they'll be shooting camel wads just thinking of her.

   Next day she told the kids.  Lisa was so thrilled it looked like she was
going to jump out of her skin.  A music video, no way....  Way.  The story
board was pulled out, MS Gomez explained the sequence.  First the tumbling
runs by Lisa.  Then a shot of her on a road walking from a dim light town,
with a duffel bag to make it looks like she's running away.  Most of the
rest would be of the band and her singing.  The other kids, her brother,
Maria, and Greg were all hip to the idea.  Tommy always wanted to learn the
drums.  Maria could do the key board she assured her mom.  Greg was bummed
when he found he was doing bass.  He wanted lead guitar.  Gomez explained.
"We need someone who can play already so we can zoom in on him.  Other wise
it will look fake." The ten year old did not like it but understood.

   "There is one part we can film right now." MS Gomez said.  She pointed
to the lyrics.  "Right here where it says, 'and she's running him down.' I
want Lisa to give each of you boys a flip and throw you down on the mats."
Lisa giggled, this was going to be fun.  The boys looked glum.  Maria
smiled, she'd like to see that.  "You taught her the hip toss right Tommy?"

   "Yeah two days ago, don't remind me." No sarcasm here.

   Gomez looked at the two boys.  "Spit it out boys.  What's the problem?"
Neither wanted to get flipped by Lisa, she played rough.

   "Oh come on I'll go easy on you guys." That giggle again.  "I'm just a
little girl." Lisa poked fun at their male pride.

   The boys felt trapped.  Tommy spoke up.  "She is going to tell everyone.
Kids at school, neighbors, family.  Can't we keep it a secret, I don't want
to be embarrassed." Here, here, Greg backed up his friend.

   Gomez turned to Lisa, "Well, can you not tell anyone?" Lisa dug her toe
into the carpet, did not want to loose heckling rights.  She said OK and
gave her brother a sisterly hug, and bent her knee.  This girl's body was
always saying the same thing, 'look at me I'm doing something.' "Alright
then lets go to the back studio the mats are still laid out." That impish
giggle haunted the office once more as Lisa remembered the last time she
was in that room, her and Maria had kissed for the first time, then the
sauna.

   They all trooped back to the rear studio.  A small partition was in one
corner.  "Lisa I think it would look good if you put on a judo outfit.  I
have one hanging back there." She did not have to say it twice.  Lisa
windmilled her arms and legs and dashed behind the partition to change.  In
less then a minute she came out wearing a black GI with a blue belt that
matched her eyes.  She looked cute but oh so dangerous.  "Take you socks
off dear, bare foot might be better." Lisa shrugged and tossed her socks on
top of her other clothes.

   "We will need a few practice flips." MS Gomez said.  Greg was looking
Lisa up and down, he liked her cute little toes and stared at gentle arch
of her foot, he volunteered without knowing it.

   And she's laughing inside; one, two, three 

   Cause you can't refuse.

   She's so beautiful now; one, two, three 

   She doesn't wear her shoes.

   "Good for you Greg, let me get the camera you kids practice for a
minute." Suddenly Greg realized what he'd done.  Put his hand over his
face, shook his head.  Tommy and Maria knew what had just happened and
chuckled.  Lisa still enthralled at being the center of attention was
oblivious to Greg's emotional plight.  MS Gomez left the room smiling,
kiddie crushes are the cutest thing.  Lisa went to the center of the mats,
Greg followed her.

   Lisa ran the sequence through her head.  Grab the arm and pull off
balance.  Push hips into him, twist and flip.  She went through the motions
twice before stepping up to Greg.  He looked at her with a soft expression,
she read it.  "Don't worry I won't hurt you." She told him.  Greg relaxed,
put out his arm.  Not giving him a second to reconsider she grabbed his
arm, pulled, pushed her hips into him, twisted and flipped.  Greg thumped
the floor good.

   "Oww, that hurt Lis." Greg rubbed his lower back.  Maria laughed.  Tommy
suppressed a smile, he knew it would be him in short order.  The ten year
old boy was not so quick to get up.  Lisa did hold out her hand and smiled.
She helped him up and he thought how soft and warm her hand was and damn if
a sugary taste did not fill his mouth.  Greg shook his head was it lust,
love or worse, both?  He stepped back, took a breath.  Was glad he did not
have an erection, oh shit he got a twitch.  'Stop thinking about her.'
Without apparent reason Greg pinched his right arm really hard and twisted
till he yelled, "Owe" again.  The girls were confused it looked like it
hurt, which of course it did.  Tommy understood, he'd been there, done
that, did not want to do it tomorrow.

   Then MS Gomez returned with the camera on a tripod.  She wheeled it in
and plugged it to the wall.  Looked at the kids, saw Greg rubbing his back.
"What happened?  Lisa you can't hurt the boys, we need them for the music
video.  Afterwards you can hurt them." The kids laughed, except Tommy who
was not sure if Gomez was jokeing or foreshadowing.  "Be careful they weigh
more then you and hit the ground harder." Lisa tried to look properly
admonished.

   "Let's try one flip for timing."

   Greg asked, "Can I have a fanny pack, maybe stuffed with Styrofoam."
Lisa fell to the ground laughing.  Gomez smiled,.  then clapped her hands
to get the kids attention.

   "OK Lisa, lets try it again." The two kids got into position.  MS Gomez
pulled out a stop watch.  "And Action." Lisa did like before, and a second
later blue jeans were sailing over a black GI.  Lisa did not throw as hard,
figured she had her fun.  The boy was thankful for that.  He got to his
feet quicker this time.  "No it's too fast.  We need six seconds of action.
That took only 1.2 seconds.  We would have to flip the boys at least four
times." Tommy snorted showing his displeasure of that idea.

   "I agree Tommy, three hip tosses should be enough, we just need to
lengthen the action." Gomez was using the old Carson rule of comedy. 
'Never tell more then three jokes about a subject.  And never a joke about
Lincoln, still too early.' "Lisa could you go slow."

   Tommy laughed, "I'd like to see that, Lisa in slow mo."

   "Here's your chance, your up now." Gomez said.  Greg did not argue, glad
to be out of the firing line.  Lisa had a devilish grin as the boys swapped
places.  "OK now Lisa your going to flip the same as with Greg.  With Tommy
ending up here." She motioned to a spot on the mats.  Lisa nodded.  "Maria
close those blinds a little." She relocated the camera and locked the
wheels.  "Lisa when I say action you pause for a second before you do the
hip toss." The girl nodded again, this was serious.  "Action."

   Tommy stood light footed but loose.  Did not want to make it harder on
his sister.  Hoped she felt the same.  The blond paused then sprung at her
brother.  She was getting better and Tommy went smoothly over her hip and
onto the lite blue mats despite the fifty pound weight difference.  The
thud when he hit the mats was not as loud.  When he rolled up to his feet
he knew she had taken it easy on him.  From her look of acknowledgement she
knew, that he knew.  Which was all she wanted, to throw a little doubt or
fear into her brother, boys were always more cooperative when you do that.

   It did not take long to get the six seconds of action Gomez wanted.  Few
more flips and she called it a wrap.  The boys were both thankful, and sore
for the afternoon.  "Any Tylenol?" Greg asked.

   The rest of the week was rehearsal.  Andrew showed up with a van load of
instruments and a kid named Franklin.  Franklin was his best student and a
wiz on the guitar.  The kid listened to the song twice and played it almost
flawlessly ten minutes later.  Greg stopped whining about playing bass
after he heard Franklin.

   The week was busy for everybody, most of all Lisa.  She spent most of
her time learning her tumbling runs.  Gomez wanted the tumbling to be in
time with the music so Lisa's hands and feet would strike the floor to the
beat.

   Andrew worked with the other kids in the band.  Franklin helped Greg on
the bass but after a day they all realized the kid was hopeless.  Short
fingers so he could not reach around the neck of the guitar, had no rhythm
and was most likely tone deaf.  No close ups of Greg.  On the drums Tommy
was doing OK, seems like he had a modicum of talent.  Maria with her piano
lessons was way ahead of the boys.  Maria studied the video of the band and
focused on the keyboard player.  Andrew helped her out a lot, and told
Gomez they could zoom in on Maria's finger work at a few points it was that
good.  Andrew told her to be careful with the black keys, "They cost
extra."

   The day before the shoot the studio was mobbed.  A small stage for the
band was being erected.  Two lighting towers were rented and set up.  Two
cameras, one on a 20 foot track had been laid out.  Must have been 50
cables and wires running all over the place.  Running joke was who'd be the
first to fall on their face.  The set up would take all day with the shoot
scheduled for tomorrow.

   The kids got boarded once all the the adult attention turned to the more
mundane chores.  The five kids plus the sound man's daughter Cinnamon,
found themselves sitting in a circle in the back studio, talking while
hammers and other tools banged away at the set.

   "Any you guys heard the candy bar poem?" Greg asked.  They all shook
their heads no.  "One payday Mr Goodbar wanted a bit-o-honey, so he took
his Miss Hersey out behind the powerhouse on the corner of 5th Avenue and
Clark.  He then proceeded to feel her mounds.  She snickered as he slipped
his butter finger up her kit kat.  While she squeezed his peter Paul and
zagnuts.  This of course was an almond joy that definitely made his tootsie
roll, and lead to the milky-way.  She cried O'Henery, your better then the
three musketeers." All the kids laughed including Franklin who was a bit
stiff.

   Cinnamon laughed the hardest and Greg thought he saw something in her
eye.  She was cute, skinny with a nice butt.  Later when they were alone
she kissed him.  That got him thinking, he and Tommy hatched a plan so Greg
could get her alone.

   Technical problems cropped up, Gomez to get rid of the kids gave them
all money and sent them to the arcade.  The kids paired off, Greg and
Cinnamon when to play air hockey while Franklin asked Maria to shoot some
pool.  That left Tommy with his sister, but Lisa was is such a good mood
all psyched about the music video that he did not mind hanging with her. 
Usually she grated on him but not lately.  Actually Lisa had been pretty
cool the last couple weeks he thought.  Not at all like the brat he had
gotten used to, maybe this studio stuff was good for her.

   After a while,.  when the money ran out the brother sister pair went out
to the parking lot and caught Greg and Cinnamon sucking face.  Lisa did not
know what to think, she got jealous at first.  Cinnamon winked at Lisa. 
Tommy saw it and broke the tension by suggesting they all go back to the
studio.  Cinnamon was cute yea, but she was a hockey stick with hair next
to Lisa.  Tommy did not want Lisa to beat the crap out of Cinnamon, and was
afraid she'd do it.  Even though Lisa had no reason to.  She had blown Greg
off a bunch of times, she had just gotten use to him liking her and no one
else.  Girls, Tommy shook his head.

   Maria and Franklin were the last to get back, he looked bummed out. 
Greg said, "I know that look.  Get it when Lisa turns me down." It was
true, the guitar wiz had been sweet on Maria for most of the week, helping
her on the keyboards whenever he could.

   Then Maria told Lisa when they were alone for a moment, how she had said
no to the boy when he asked her.  Lisa asked, "Why didn't you say yes, he's
not bad.  He is kinda sweet."

   "I'm going out with you right now.  You were in the sauna." Maria
explained.  Lisa's eyes got big as saucers.  "Unless you don't want to do
it again?  Besides your sweeter."

   "Yeah I want to see you more." Lisa said quickly.  "So I guess we are
going out." The nine year old concluded.  "Too bad there are so many people
around." She smiled at Maria and swayed her hips to gently nudge the older
Mexican girl in the thigh.

   Too bad for the girls, but Greg had gotten the keys to Andrew's van. 
And he had Cinnamon talked into going and making out some more.  Cinnamon's
dad was so busy he did not notice the two heading out the back stairs.  He
was just glad his daughter had made some new friends.  Of course he didn't
know the boys on site took after Tom Petty and the heartbreakers.

   The van was comfortable.  Andrew had it decked out, a thick shag carpet,
instrument rack on one side.  The van was empty now except for a few
blankets that would get tossed over the drums and amplifiers during a move.
The two kids decided to curl up on the blankets and did not waste time
talking.  Cinnamon liked Greg because he was so funny, and cute, he was
beefy and a bit muscular which she liked, but mostly it was his deep brown
eyes.  Greg liked her to, Cinnamon was pretty with short curly brown hair,
nice smile and she laughed at his jokes.  The twelve year old girl was trim
had a nice curvy butt with a flattering pair of designer jeans.  Plus she
was just starting to develop a chest.  They both took off their shoes.

   The kissing quickly turned french.  Both were inexperienced at kissing
and eager to learn.  She had done more making out then the ten year old boy
and asked him to not kiss so hard, boys are always like that she thought.
"And slow down, it will be better that way." He listened and she was right.
In five minutes he gained a years worth of experience.  Then she started to
rub his leg with hers, her thigh slide up his and stopped just shy of his
crotch.  In minutes both had gone further then ever before.

   Neck kisses followed.  Each looking for the most sensitive spot on the
other.  The search was short for them both.  This upped the hand touching,
Greg lowered his arm from her waist and caressed Cinnamon's round pre teen
butt.  He was gentle wanting to see if she would allow him the liberty,
which she did.

   She was lightly tugging on his ear with her lips which got him hard. 
The jeans he was wearing bulged out.  At first she did not notice, her hand
was rubbing his chest, through his shirt.  Then she reached down and pulled
his shirt up so she could touch his stomach.  To help he took off the tee
shirt, "I got you hard already." She said almost proud.  He blushed but was
not so embarrassed he wanted to stop.  Cinnamon rubbed his beefy chest
liked what she saw.  So did he.  "I heard a guys nipples are almost as
sensitive as a girls." She pinched, then leaned in to kiss it.  Talk about
an almond joy ready to make his tootsie roll.  She was kind of having fun
seeing how he would react to her touch.  Greg had no problem with letting
her.

   When he could, he would nibble on her neck, but she was always moving
her head.  So mostly he just rubbed her back and ass.  She did not object
when he gave her left butt check a good squeeze.  She almost giggled, not
in a ticklish way.  She leaned back removed her shirt.  Now both were naked
from the waist up.  Greg got his first ever look at a girl chest up close.
Sure he had seen pictures, images of full size boobs but touch was
everything now.  His hands strayed from her rear end up past her waist and
to her growing breasts.  She was firm and the slight mounds were capped
with already stiff nipples.

   Greg gently rubbed her chest softly.  He was just getting the feel and
did not want to go too fast and chase her off.  So far it looked like she
was not going to be chased off.  He went back to her lips while they toyed
with each others breasts.  The kisses were getting better, he did not think
that was possible.  Her lip gloss was cherry he thought.  Then he laughed,
she pulled back.  "You laughing at my kisses?" She asked a little peeved.

   "No, no, just well you taste like cherry.  Was wondering how I taste?"
He smiled coyly.  She wrinkled her nose, not sure.

   "Well I know you bought some gum before."

   He laughed, "Yeah cinnamon gum." They both laughed, Greg was learning to
use both his good looks and humor to his advantage.  She did not seem to
mind, in fact she leaned in closer and laid her chest right on his.  Their
nipples touched.  Both pre teens where seized with an urge to kiss and
explore further.  An urge neither could resist.  After a few seconds
Cinnamon twisted her torso right and left to massage his chest with hers,
their nipples rubbed.  Combined with the kissing both kids were forgetting
to breath and in a minute the two felt an exhaustive exhilaration.  Now she
was leaning heavily on him.  Their body weights compacted the blankets
under them.

   Breathing deeply they paused for a few seconds.  Smiled while looking at
each other.  Cinnamon rubbed her thigh into his crotch.  Greg's cock was
still at attention and not going anywhere.  The tip of his cock poked up
passed the waist band as she rolled her leg back and forth.  The coarse
denim of her jeans pinched his cock head for a second.  "That feels so good
Cinnamon." He whispered.  They rubbed checks to, before another kiss drew
their lips together.  She was liking the way he touched her, not just
grabbing like the other two boys she had made out with.  For Greg being
sweet on Lisa for so long made him a little softer a little gentler because
he knew Lisa would want it that way.  Now he was beginning to discover most
girls do, and those who don't will let you know.

   "Bet I can do something that would feel even better." She slid off
sideways reached down and pinched the head of his cock with thumb and
forefinger.  Greg's hips rose off the blankets for a second and the sexual
touch brought on a racing excitement like he'd never come close to feeling.
For an instant he thought he was going to cum right then.  She giggled
seeing the boy react to her touch with such intensity.  That was when she
knew she was going to make him cum for her.  Right there in the van.

   Pulling the snap on his 501 jeans, she exposed the zipper.  Greg froze,
did not want to do anything to stop her.  'Wow she must really like me.' He
thought.  Still smiling Cinnamon tugged the zipper down an inch at a time.
Anticipation is making me wait, he even blushed.  With the zipper out of
the way she rubbed his hard wood through the cotton briefs.  Stroked it
once, then twice.  Greg closed his eyes, was in an almost dreamy state. 
They kissed more while she played with his boyhood.  The briefs got lower
and lower exposing more of his dick.  Encircling his cock with her hand she
could just about get her hand all the way around.  To him it was soft, warm
and so much more.  The french kissing was also soft, warm and moist to.

   "Never had anyone do this." He said between kisses.  "I'm going to pull
my jeans off?" He half questioned, wanting her OK.  Cinnamon nodded, and
off came the pants, briefs to.  He was naked now save the socks.  She
thought, 'wow boys get naked fast.' Yes we do.  Greg leaned back settled
into the blankets, she was stroking him which she had a knack for.

   The girl dragged her finger nail over the tip of his cut cock.  The
first drop of pre-cum seeped onto her thumb.  It was slicker and thicker
then water, testing Cinnamon rubbed the newly discovered fluid between her
thumb and fore finger.  It was strange but turned her on, got her curious
about what was to come.  Him no doubt.  She stroked a bit harder and
faster, got Greg panting, almost like a happy little puppy.

   Cinnamon had thought about sucking a cock, had even masturbated once to
a smut video on line which had a teen girl giving head to a guy.  That had
gotten her so hot.  She thought of it now and lowered her head kissing the
boys stomach on the way.  Greg could not believe she was going down on him.
Hell he'd have been real happy it she just jerked him off.  Her cherry
favored lips slide over the head of his cock and sucked the tip for a
moment.  She was not ready for the heat, it was so warm.  But smooth, soft
and hard at the same time.  Greg fought his indistinct to push her head
down on him.  He told himself she is doing fine on her own.  Instead her
cupped her hot little ass with his left hand and massaged, then squeezed it
like before.

   Higher and higher they climbed.  Up those high rolling hills, above all
the lights.  She had all of the skills.  It was like a Hollywood night.

   If would not take long for her mouth to get the proper effect.  She only
took the first two inches into her mouth but stroked with her hand and
licked him as well.  Cinnamon had heard of pre-cum so the first few drops
did not startle or bother her.  It made things juicy, especially when
combined with her spit.  Greg could feel his balls begin to boil, this was
going to be so great.  "Your making me cum." He told her and/or the world.

   That was her cue.  Cinnamon did not want a mouthful or even face full of
his cum.  She wanted to see and touch it yes, not eat it.  She tugged
hardest once her face was out of the way.  It came in spurts and gobs
arching up onto his tan chest and stomach.  It was thicker then the per-cum
she could tell as it splattered on him.  For a half a minute he oozed the
thick white sperm.  "God that was so awesome." He told her.  She took her
hand off his cock for the first time.  She had cum all over her fingers, it
clung to his cock and created strings as she pulled her hand further away.
Liked like spider web at first.  They both laughed.  "Little messy." He
said.

   "That's OK." She said and ran one finer up his stomach right through the
little puddles of his cum connecting them like dots.  She rubbed it into
him like lotion.  A moment of intense closeness followed.  Then voices from
the parking lot.  The two looked at each other terrified of getting caught.
"Get dressed." She said.  The two fumbled for clothing, Cinnamon only had a
shirt to put on, and forgot her hand was covered in Greg's cum.  In her
haste to get dressed, the boy seed wiped itself off on the inside sleeve of
her blouse.  Then it got all up her arm.  It was annoying but she had to
ignore it.

   For Greg it was worse.  He pulled up his pants quick enough and was
happy to sacrifice the briefs as they covered his cock the cotton underwear
began to soak up the left over cum.  It was uncomfortable, especially when
he walked.  The voices got closer, His chest was still covered in the
sticky white substance.  All he had was a white tee shirt to put on.  Near
panic he needed to clean up his chest and stomach.  He flipped himself over
and rubbed his chest on the blankets.  Cinnamon laughed as he did the belly
flop maneuver and scrunched in the blankets to get a good and fast wipe. 
He got his sneakers and shirt on just in time.

   They both recognized Andrews voice.  Heard a set of keys, then a far off
a yell.  "They are up here." It was Tommy's voice, from the upstairs
window. Foot steps receded back to the studio.  With hearts still in their
throats the two waited a half a minute, adjusted each others clothes and
got out of the van.

   "God that was so close." Cinnamon said nervous and scared still.  Greg
nodded.  "You better go in the front." She added once they approached the
rear door.  The boy did not have a problem with that, he was still shaking.
They parted.

   Greg went right to the man's room.  He had some gooey undies to take
off. Tommy meet him right after that.  "When I saw them go to the van I
thought you two were caught for sure.  Good thing I found the cable he
wanted.  So how far you get.  Cinnamon is so cute to."

   Greg smiled, "Let say, air was not the only hockey we played." They both
laughed.


     
   Author's note:  Little feedback on if this is funny would helpful? 
                   LoneWolf  







   
nting, Lisa said, "Wish we could at least hold hands."

     Then Maria had an idea.  "The sauna and back bedroom are both
empty.  Bet we could go there."  Maria whispered to her friend.  Lisa
smiled she had missed not being close Maria.   A chance to be alone
with Maria and her boobs were the only thing that could make this
day any better as far as Lisa was concerned.  For tomorrow she was
going to be a rock star.  Guess that makes Maria her first groupie.

     The noise in the studio was never ending, and a lot of it was people
talking.   The adults were scurrying all over the place, hooking up cables
cheeking system after system.  MS Gomez wanted everything ready
for the morning shoot.  Maria went to her mom said she had a head
ache from all the noise.  "You know where the aspirin is."  The two girls
casually walked into the office and right out the backdoor into the
tiny bedroom.  Lisa was almost giddy, she had thought a lot in the
past week about her steamy sauna adventure with Maria and was
dieing to repeat it.  She had written so many pages in her diary
about the exciting encounter.  There were times when she could not
think of anything else.

     The feelings of love and pleasure were so hard to resist for the
nine year old.  She had heard people joke about sex being fun, she
had no idea till a week ago.  The unconditional love Maria embodied
was so seductive.  Another sample could not hurt.  Unconsciously as
soon as the two girls were alone their small finger interlocked.  They
quickly settled on the bed.  Maria had been holding back and told
Lisa how pretty she looked and how she had watched Lisa in rehearsal
dancing and shaking her cute little bottom.   Lisa giggled, "I know
I saw you looking." 

     Then Lisa confessed that she could hardly take her eyes off Maria
the other day when she wore the tight fitting brown pants tucked into
her suede ankle high boots.  The white scarf that highlighted both her
brown skin and chest.   "I think your mom saw me staring at you in
the morning.  I had to beg Cindy to work with me on the tumbling just
to get out of the room before I attacked you."   Maria smiled had no idea
she was tugging at Lisa almost as strong as Lisa's body was pulling at
her.  Both could sense the mutual attraction, but neither till now knew
how strong that attraction was for the other.  

     Without words they kissed.  The embrace was so comforting to them
both.  They relaxed, the tension of the first kiss after a long separation
subsided.  The feel of Maria's arms around her waist sent the younger
girl's positive endorphin levels through the roof.  Cloud nine anyone. 
The kisses were as tender and exciting as before and lingered longer. 
The soft swirls and curls the two pre teens made with their tongues
was not dampened by the long wait, but enhanced.  Both had dream t
of the moment they could be together.  Neither wanted to rush it.  Their
pouty lips giving such a tender touch. 
 
     Eyes closed they made out, pressing lips and tongues, caressing
each others straight white teeth.  The girls french kissed like they
invented it.  And the passion was there, tempering what some might
call lust.  Honey kisses was on both minds.  Lisa could help but slide
closer, put her left hand on Maria's ample chest.  To touch them again
was almost euphoric for her.  The mild and faint touching by both girls
helped them to focus on their kissing.  Licking each others tongue and
lips.  Creating the level of intimacy that would make an escalation
even better, not to mention needed.     

     When Lisa leaned in Maria slipped one hand to the nine years old
cute little butt.   The sweat pants Lisa wore, were not flattering but
she needed to be comfortable, besides taking them off was real easy.
"Take off your shirt."     Lisa asked during a brief interlude in the kissing.  "You have such lick-able nipples."

     Just to be coy Maria responded, "You go first."   Now that was a
trade Lisa would make nine ways to Sunday.  Hoping to make the
disengagement short Lisa pulled off her tee shirt, showing her pert
little nipples.  "They are pretty lick-able to."  Maria added, Lisa
giggled.  Maria took off her top, but left the bra on for now.   They
returned to the intense make out session.   Now Maria moved her
hand to gently rub Lisa's budding breast.   The small slight bumps
were like Maria's own just a couple years ago.  Lisa's mom had
nice tits and Maria prayed it would run in the family like hers. 

     In response to Maria coping a feel, Lisa had to begin caressing
the older girl's chest.  Just using her fingertips Lisa teased the
stretchy white bra material over Maria's growing nipples.  Maria
laid back a bit let Lisa do her magic.  Moving her fingers in small
circles around Maria's nipples must have been the somatic
component of this spell.    "Your boobs are so perfect Maria."  Could
have passed for the verbal component.  The strands of honey blond
hair could only be the material one. 

     Broken, broken was the spell by voices.  The office door opened
and closed, "Lisa, Maria."  Called MS Gomez.  

     "Oh shit."   Lisa squealed, caught like pigs.  She grabbed her shirt
and pulled it back on.  Then got up and ran to the desk chair.  Maria
sitting up on the bed barely got her shirt back on before a knock hit the
door.  "Come in."  Said Lisa wiping her mouth on her forearm.

     "You look like your feeling better."  Gomez saw the rumpled shirts
and the twin smiles knew in an instant what was going on.  Hank the
head camera man was five feet behind her.  "We have the video system
working and are doing a complete run through.  The tumbling singing
and all."  Gomez gave them both a moment.  "You'll needed on the set
in two minutes."   She closed the door.  Lead Hank back out of the
office. 

     "Oh god that was so close."  Maria exclaimed the second the door
was shut.  The hearts in both raced with excitement.  Each took a
deep breath to claim themselves then went out to the studio.  Greg was
just coming out of the bathroom and Tommy was talking to Cinnamon
on the far side of the room.   All Lisa could think was Cinnamon looked
guilty of something.  She wanted to mossy over, but her gymnastic
teacher approached her.   Gave her the last minute pep talk. 

     Tommy while talking to Cinnamon he could not let on that he knew about
the van action.   "You cheek out that web site I told you about?"   He
wanted to keep the conversation nice and safe.  

     She nodded,  "Yeah it shuffled me off to a bunch of stuff.  Heard these
guys the sheep dogs."   She offered.

     "Me to they rock.  My mom says they sound like a mix of Lenard
Skynyrd and Grand funk Railroad.  Who ever they are?"   Tommy got
called over and sat behind the drums.  


Part 2 coming to a computer screen you own.  Hope you
          enjoyed the humor.   You didn't read it drunk did you?   There's
          the problem, Irish up that coffee. 
     
            
 

     





   
