And Monday morning came. I wasn't one to hate or dread Mondays, but I dearly despised going away and leaving Cindy to catch her bus. I went through the day almost on autopilot myself. Fortunately for the project, nothing came up that required a lot of attention. Nah, I can't say that. I shift gears pretty fast in the face of real problems. I was happy none showed up on Monday. As I drove out the gate I speed-dialed Cindy on my phone.

"Hey, sweetie," she answered. "You on the way home?"

"You betcha, I am on the way home, and it has been the longest day of work I can remember." A five-day holiday with Cindy had altered my thinking drastically.

I stopped by the front office to check the mail. No Helen. She was off in Europe with her new husband. Steve was in the office and he handed me my mail. I thanked him, commented on the number of visitors in the park, and then headed to my own trailer.

Cindy heard the truck and met me as I was climbing out. When I shut the door, I turned to find myself in her arms, her red hair shining in the light of dusk. We kissed.

She giggled, the tip of her tongue sticking out. "I really LIKE this! We can kiss in public, babe!"

"Yes we can, babe," I said. And I kissed her again. "Load up! We're gonna go to Aunt Sally's Kitchen."

She was grinning as she got into the truck. The center console was in its stowed position and Cindy's beautiful little butt was buckled beside me. "I kind of thought that's what we'd do today after all the food this weekend," she laughed.

"So how was getting back to school?" I asked.

She smiled. "Mr. Hardesty let the cat out of the bag about his plan. I got some strange looks from some of my teachers. It was cool!"

"Do any of your classmates know?"

"Oh, not yet, but it'll get around, I'm sure."

I sighed. "Then it will get interesting, I'm sure."

Her face clouded slightly. "Uh-huh. I'm not sure how that's going to look. There are a few that already treat me different because I make straight A's and help the teachers out in class."

"Anything bad?"

"Oh, no," she said. "A couple of athletes are still playing because I helped them pass math class. With those guys as friends, I don't have to worry about bullying at school."

"Any of them put the moves on you?" This was a larger concern to me.

Smiles. "Yeah, babe, a few guys have paid attention to me. But I was telling them that I HAD a boyfriend. Today I got a few questions about my ring."

"And?"

"I told people the truth. I'm married. Period."

"Teachers too?"

"Teachers too."

The phone rang. I flipped it open. Caller ID said Jim Hardesty. "Hey, Jim," I said.

"Hey, Dan. I heard some news today. I'm kind of startled."

I took a deep breath. I liked Jim and his family. They were good people. But this might be a bit much. "About a certain red-headed prodigy (his words) wearing a wedding band?"

"Yes. Exactly. What about it, Dan?"

"It's true, Jim. Judge Charley Peebles married us last week. Underage waiver and everything. It's legal."

"Wow, Dan," he said. "That's a hard thing to get my mind around."

"Jim," I said, "I value you as a friend. If you want me to explain it, you're my friend and you get an explanation. I think I owe you that."

"Dan," he said. "I dunno. She's one of my STUDENTS!"

"I understand, Jim," I said. "Before this summer I'd have had the same questions. Heck, right NOW I'd have the same questions. But YOU know that Cindy's a special case."

"Yeah," he sighed. "I know she's a special case. But ... marrying her?"

"All I can say is that we sort of rescued each other."

"But ... Married?"

"Jim. It's just that way. I mean, we're MARRIED. As opposed to sneaking around, or "do 'em an' drop 'em" or anything exploitive. I am an honorable man. And at fourteen, she is a unique and very honorable young lady. Who is now my wife."

There was a pregnant silence, then Dan spoke. "When you look at it that way, Dan..."

"Jim, look, I am very happy to call you my friend. You and Ann both. But have you ever seen me without Cindy?"

"Now that I think of it, no."

"It's still that way. Except we're married. And I ... we still want to call you and Ann our friends."

My truck was parked in the restaurant parking lot by now. Cindy was gazing at me, listening to my side of the conversation and what she could catch of Jim's.

"Have you told Ann?" I asked.

"Yes I did. And she's the one who told me to call you," he said.

"How'd Ann take it?"

"Apparently she took it better'n me. Said you were a nice guy and Cindy was a sweet and unusual young lady, and that stranger things have happened than this. And get over it."

"So are you getting over it?"

"But you married ... a fourteen year old..."

"I would have married this person had she been fifty, too. What a startling person she is."

"Startling. That's an interesting adjective." He sighed. "Okay, Dan. I may wake up in a cold sweat later, but I understand. I think."

"Still friends?"

"Friends. So ya'll need to come over and visit, okay?"

"We'll be happy to. Soon."

"Okay, Dan. Forgive me for questioning your intentions, okay?"

"No, Jim," I said. "Nothing to forgive, there. You take your job seriously. I appreciate you caring about Cindy, in and out of school."

"Dan, that's just me an' you. We both take our jobs seriously. Talk to you later, okay?"

Cindy held her hand out for my phone.

"Uh, Jim, Cindy wants the phone."

"Let 'er talk to me," he said.

"Hi, Mister Jim," she said. "I guess you heard the news, huh?"

"Yes, Cindy, I did. It surprised me."

Cindy sighed, "I'm sorry. Dan and I wanted to tell you personally (a little white lie) but things just didn't line up for that. I really like you and Mizz Ann."

"Cindy," he said. "It was a shock and I guess I took it wrong. I'm a teacher ... well, a guidance counselor, and you're one of my kids. How my kids are treated is important to me. I didn't want you hurt."

"I understand, Mister Jim," she said. "But Dan's a good man, and if it wasn't for him and Mizz Helen, my life would be bad. And you, too, Mister Jim."

"I understand, Cindy," he said. "Everything is okay with us now. I'm happy for your good news. Ya'll need to get over for dinner soon, okay?"

"Okay!" she squeaked. "Thanks, Mister Jim!" And she closed the phone. Looking at me, she said, "Baby, you didn't sweat that much when Tootie cornered you."

"I know. But Jim's not family. He's a friend. And that's a different set of rules. I wanted him to think well of us. You and me."

We went inside and had a pleasant meal. And the dear old ladies who owned the place noted the matching rings. And smiled.

The taller one said, "We thought you were such a lovely pair ... Congratulations!"

Cindy beamed. "Oh, thank you so very much! You honor us!"

That completely melted the two ladies.

We bid them goodbye and left. In the truck, Cindy belted in and slumped against me. "Gosh, Dan," she said, "This bein' married is a strain."

I put my arm around her shoulder. "I'm sorry, babe," I said. "I knew we'd cause some upset."

"You know," she opined, "You'd think people would be happier for us. D'you know how many people just shack up these days?"

"I don't think that's it, babe. I think it's the fact that you're so young. People who care enough to treat us like individuals and to find out the situation, THEN make judgment, they're going to accept this. But a lot of people will look at us and see and older man exploiting a tender young girl."

"Oh, yeah..." She took a breath. "Like I want you to exploit me when we get home?"

"Oh, no, babe," I laughed. "I exploited you last time. This time you have to exploit me!"

Laughing and giggling in relief, we drove back into the park, entered the trailer, and exploited the daylights out of each other.

Life got back to a routine slowly. After a week or so, all the local places we visited, cafes and restaurants, the same places that had gotten used to Dan and his young friend, now were getting used to Dan and his young wife. Or in some cases, Cindy and her husband. Cindy was a striking young lady, both in her appearance and in her polite and mature demeanor and women took a liking to her, conveying on her no guilt or ill will. So I was Cindy's husband and if it was okay with Cindy, it was okay with them.

We finally did get a chance, too, as promised; to go to the gun range and I coached Cindy in firearms basics. I had thought, foolishly, when considering that I had yet to put something in front of Cindy that she backed down from, that she'd be timid at the prospects of handling lethal hardware, but no...

"It's something I've been thinking about," she said. "These are tools. Right now I'm learning to use them."

So I coached her. First range session wasn't going to turn my girl into Annie Oakley, but I showed her how to use both pistols at ten yards (you'll never use a pistol at a longer range, not for self-defense, I told her) and the shotgun at the same distance. I thought a twelve-gauge shotgun would be a bit of stretch, even for little Miss "I can do it", but I told her about pulling the butt into her shoulder and using the ghost-ring sights and SHE asked for the second five rounds. A man-sized cardboard silhouette lacked a midsection from her efforts.

With the AR-15 rifle, she had fun. After a few sketchy "this is how you do it" pictures about the sights, the lifespan of a four-inch clay pigeon at a hundred yards was distressingly short.

Following our exercises, I showed her the fine art of weapons maintenance. She was impressed with the apparent simplicity of good weapons design and function. And after I showed her disassembly and assembly once, I let her try it on her own. With four different guns. And her first attempt needed a little coaching and reminding. Her second and third attempts didn't.

Back at the trailer, I distributed the weapons around the place as they always had been. "Now," I said, "I feel better. I know YOU know what's going on, and YOU know how to use one of those if you need to."

She looked at me wearing her "serious" face. "Yes I do." She smiled. "You, know, babe, you just keep giving me the tools to take care of myself."

"What?" I looked at her.

"You want me to be able to take care myself. You show me that I can do things."

"Oh, well, baby, I want you to be independent. Except for one thing."

Her brow knit in her little "worry" look. "One thing?"

"Yeah," I said, "pulling her against me. "I want you to depend on me for your love and care."

She nestled against me. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I will never leave you or forsake you."

"I still worry. You still go to school and see guys your age and you tell me they try to put the moves on you."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to meet her face to face. "So what," she said. "You CARE about me for my mind and for my future and YOU know how to do things. You've given me wings, and I'm not just talking about that old airplane, either." She looked into my eyes. "Do you know that when I close my eyes at school I think of getting home to YOU? Well, I do, you know." She held her hand up, showing me her ring. "This means something to me. Everything. Besides, it's Saturday. Why don't we get the heck out of here and go find us a big shower?"

We did. This time when we walked in with bags in hand, we were holding hands. After a marathon session naked in the middle of a king-sized bed, we walked back out, dressed for a concert. She was in an outfit guaranteed to etch itself in any male mind: Simple "little black dress". Tastefully subdued black pumps. Flawless skin. Green eyes. And perfectly aligned, every strand in place, red hair. I was wearing my "let's look civilized" suit. And we walked out, and heads turned.

Our night on the town included a concert by a very competent chamber orchestra, a meal at a fine restaurant, and a stroll in the park. And we returned just after ten PM, stripped off our clothes and showered together. I shaved and Cindy dried her hair and we kept exchanging glances in the mirror we shared.

Naked. In bed. I pushed her onto her back and pinned her, our mouths meeting, tongues caressing each other. Her arms and legs wrapped around me drawing us together, my dick trapped between us.

"You are perfect, Cindy! I am the luckiest guy in the world."

Her eyes twinkled. "And I'm the luckiest girl. Because we're MADE for each other." Her mouth met mine again and she squirmed under me until my dick popped from between us and slid down her wet, waiting slit. "Mmmmmm, baby," she purred. "All my perfect evenings end with us mating."

"Why is it that when I'm thinking of something, getting ready to say it to you, you say it to me first?"

"Cuz," she said as she wiggled her pussy to line up with my dick, "it's like when I told Mizz Sara we were married. She said it figured, 'cuz I was a little female version of you."

Her pussy caught the head of my dick and I slid, well, with her deliciously tight pussy, I pushed inside her. "OH, god, baby. That feeling will NEVER get old."

"Mmmm! No it won't." She giggled. I felt her butt's musculature tighten as she pushed up forcing me further into her. As we pushed together her delight was expressed in tinkling glee and I laughed along with her.

"You are a joyous lover, babe!" I said.

Her eyes were bright, but she bit her bottom lip, then said, "We always start out laughing, but then it gets serious..." She pushed up and I pushed forward and we hit our rhythm. I could feel her thighs flex, wrapped around me. My hands found their way to her waist and I gripped her to better gain purchase as I drove my dick into nirvana.

Her own hands were on my shoulders, her fingers digging in and as things got more intense, she moved her head forward, her mouth searching for purchase on my chest. I felt her teeth bite into my chest, her lips sealing around the point of contact, sucking.

As she reached orgasm, I heard muted cries from her occupied mouth and I joined her in a parallel universe, my balls contracting as I sent spurt after spurt deep inside her pretty pussy. Her head fell back to her pillow and her eyes opened.

"Oh, Dan, I did it again ... I'm sorry..."

I was going to have a bruise. With teethmarks. I rolled sideways, holding her in my arms, putting her on top of me. "I'm not! It just adds to something that is an indescribable mixture of sensations. All of them intense. And if you want to bite me, then I need to be bitten." And I kissed her. Well, she kissed me, easing forward for her lips to meet mine.

"Now I want to taste the mix we made, baby!" She kissed me again and spun around, presenting me with a soppy, freshly fucked pussy, glistening with juices, hers clear, mine pearly. And I leaned forward to cover it with my mouth as my tongue scooped it into my sucking mouth. Cleaning off her clit got me a moan from her that reverberated the entire length of my body.

Finally she turned around and I looked into those green eyes. My hands touched the sides of her head, brushing that red hair back and drinking in the smile. It was MY smile. For ME. I had found the most perfect girl in the world and she loved ME.

And I had a strong suspicion that she felt the same way about me.

I went to sleep with my cheek on her mons, the scent of perfect femininity in my nostrils.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the soft, wet tugging of her lips on my soft dick. In the dim light of the room, I stroked her sleek head. Her tongue worked me to hardness and she mounted me smiling. "Hey, babe, I don't think I can wait until morning." Giggle. She was grinding her pubic bone into mine. My Cindy knew herself and me as well and I started adding a vertical component to her sliding horizontal motion. She was taking care of her clit with her moves. Mine was massaging my corona deep inside her pussy, and we were both headed to heaven together. I watched her toss her head back, biting her bottom lip, going "Nnnnnnnngghhhh! Dan! Push! Push me OVER! Yeaahhhhh!"

I pushed up, lifting my ass off the bed, lifting my mate with me as my dick poured liquid fire into her depths. "Aaauuughhhh! Cindy! Doll!"

This time she fell forward into my arms. I scooted up in the bed, finding my pillows and she fell asleep on top of me.

We woke up mid-morning in a luscious tangle of arms and legs. After giving my baby a kiss on her lips, I moved down toward her mons. I would have been happy just to feel her downy red pubic hair against my cheek and to smell her femaleness, but a hand pushed my head towards a goal further down.

She giggled. "Roll over. I get to be on top."

I feigned a whine. "But you were on top last night..."

More giggles. "I'm the girl. I get first choice." And she put herself in position for a perfect sixty-nine. I lapped happily, bringing her to orgasm. She lifted me to ecstasy once again, and we showered together before loading up and leaving for breakfast.

Walking out in the cool morning, she was wearing a pair of jeans she filled perfectly, and a pine green sweatshirt that illuminated that head of hair as if it was a spotlight. We talked our way through breakfast, lingered over a coffee apiece.

"Mizz Helen's supposed to get back today," she said. "I'm anxious to see her."

"Do you think she'll still manage the park, babe? After all, she's married to the judge, and he's got money. She doesn't need to work."

Cindy smiled. "She didn't need to work before. She liked to work. Maybe she'll just do weekends and when there are a lot of people. She likes that most of all."

"We'll see, then, won't we. I'd miss not seeing her at the office every day."

"That's your clue, babe. She didn't take days off, hardly ever."

I ran back through memory. "You know, you're right?!?!? I never paid attention."

"Wow! We need to get home. I need to mark this day down in my diary."

"Why?"

She giggled. "It's the first time I can remember that I knew something that you didn't."

"You know," I said, "I doubt that it'll be the last. Let's go." I paid the check and we walked out into a fine fall day. An hour later we were at the park and Helen's car was indeed there.

We walked in to find Helen at the counter and Judge Peebles sitting in a chair. Cindy ran to give Helen a hug and I shook the judge's hand. I noted the gold band.

"So how's the married couple," he asked, smiling.

"Great. Wonderful. Perfect," I answered.

Helen and Cindy were smiling at us. I sat down in a chair beside the judge and we chatted. I asked about where they'd visited and what they'd done, and I watched Cindy's face.

"Dan," she said. "When your project is over, can we go? To Europe, I mean?"

I turned to Judge Peebles. "See what you started?"

He grinned. "If I were you and I took HER to Europe, I'd chain her to my wrist so some modeling agency doesn't kidnap her. She's even more beautiful than when I married you two."

Cindy bounced over and kissed him on the cheek and turned to me grinning. And she stood by my side. I put my arm around her waist.

Charlie said, "So tell us, how's the news of your nuptials being accepted?"

And Cindy recounted the Thanksgiving dinner story. And I told them about me and Jim's conversation. And a few others.

Helen said, "You know, Charlie and I talked about that. We figured it would cause some heartburn, but you don't look like a child molester and she doesn't act molested."

Cindy smiled demurely.

Charlie said, "I don't even have to ask about regrets. You two are the epitome of a happy couple."

"We are," Cindy interjected. She recounted her recent school exploits and the flying and last night's concert.

"Speaking of concerts, you and your friends need to do another show here one weekend."

"I thought you didn't like banjo music," I said, laughing.

"You damned engineers. You don't forget anything!" He laughed. "I do so much enjoy seeing people having a good time!"

Cindy was walking out to the truck. Helen said, "Dan, Donna's old boyfriend's been comin' in the park pretty often lately. I don't know why. Just thought you oughtta know. I called the sheriff's office and they know about it now."

"Thanks for the info, Helen," I said. "We'll be careful."

I told Cindy. "Oh he's just a weirdo. No tellin' what he's thinking."

I also made a phone call to Jim Hardesty.

"Hey, Jim," I said.

His voice sounded a little bit closer to the guy I used to talk with before he found out that I married one his fourteen year old students. "Hey, Dan! What's up?"

"Not much. Cindy and I were wondering about Tuesday evening. I can foot the bill for pizza so Ann doesn't have to cook."

I heard him yell in the background communicating the option to his wife. "Ann says no anchovies."

We'll see you guys about six then."

"That works for me. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just work stuff. Mizz Helen's back from her honeymoon."

"Helen had a honeymoon?"

"You didn't know? She married Charlie Peebles. Judge Peebles."

"No joke? Ain't that somethin'!"

"Kinda what I said."

"Isn't he the judge that married you and Cindy?"

"Same one!"

"Hah!" he laughed. "Okay. We'll expect ya'll Tueday. Like around six?"

"Yeah. I'll call the pizza place when we get on the road."

We finished out our weekend with bicycle rides around the park after run up the road to grab the nearest fast-food burgers. Oh, yeah, my Cindy has a soft spot for burgers, among other things. Nice thing about running through a drive-through is that we were back home in the trailer in twenty minutes. Half an hour later we were swapping places in the trailer's tiny shower. I was shaving and she was drying her hair.

Next on the agenda was opposite ends of the sofa, legs tangled in the middle. TWO laptops. I heard giggles, then my email beeped, and I looked at the latest cute picture that had tickled my young love's fancy. By nine-thirty we straightened up our little home and I dutifully followed her to bed.

There's a lot of soft talking that can take place when you love the person in your arms. We talked. And loved. And slept.

The Monday morning alarm's cruel intrusion woke us, and Cindy adjusted my attitude in a positive direction by crawling atop me for good morning kisses. And a giggle.

"There!" she laughed, bouncing out of bed. "That's all you get until we get back home."

It wasn't all, exactly. There was a long, luscious kiss before I headed out the door.

Monday was Monday. The staff meetings were getting a bit more anxious and strident as various parts of the puzzle that was a modern industrial site were being brought together. Some pices hadn't made it to the table in the expected times and tempers were fraying. I was happy that MY piece of the pie was actually ahead of schedule. Ever the team player, I pitched in where I could to help the project along.

Four o'clock rolled around and I was out the gate. I found my Cindy at the front office with Mizz Helen and Judge Charlie. Cindy gave me a chaste little kiss in welcome and I greeted my two older friends. We spent a little while discussing the events at work and the latests happenings in the news, and then I collected Cindy for the short run to the trailer.

We were in the door of the trailer in another minute. Cindy dropped her bookbag at the end of the sofa and turned to me smiling. We embraced and kissed. "God, I missed you," she said.

"I missed you too, little green-eyed girl." I viewed her face, that faint spattering of freckles that she wanted to hate and that I adored, telling her they were like glistening drops of dew on a perfect rose. I kissed each cheek softly. She quivered and sighed.

"Salad for dinner?" I said. "And then..."

She smiled at me. "And then homework, shower, and..." She giggled lasciviously, "Whoopee!"

"You sure are practical, babe! You still getting homework?"

She sighed. "Yeah, the math teacher and English teacher both think that the exercises will be good for me. I'm talking to the math teacher, though. Asked her if I could take her final exam before Christmas break, and if I pass it she drops the homework thing."

"And English?"

"She gives me credit for writing," she said as we locked the door behind us. "And I love to write, you know."

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I DO know. Do YOU know that some of your stuff has been forwarded to a couple of college professors?"

"He-he! Yeah! Isn't it cool?" Cindy's English teacher was angling for a college position herself and had been putting forth my Cindy's work to build her case. I don't know how much good it was doing the teacher's chances, but the name of one Cindy Smith-Richards was making its rounds at a couple of institutions of higher learning.

"What about science?" I asked.

"I took some of your pictures and gave a presentation on your project. I showed one of your substations and showed what the equipment looked like in real life and what it looked like on the drawings."

"How was that received?" I asked.

"The teacher loved it. And a couple of geeky kids. And there was some "Wow, cool!" But you know, there's a bunch of kids that just don't know, don't want to know, and don't care."

I shook my head. "Sadly, babe, that's too much of the population. If they can have a few toys and whatever, they're happy enough. Willingly oblivious."

"That's a perfect phrase. Anyway ... had fun with it and so did a few others. And I got an "A" and the science teacher pretty much leaves me alone. Sometimes I show up, sometimes I help out in math class." She paused. "D'you know that some of the OTHER math teachers are asking for me to help out in their classes?"

"I didn't know that. I'm proud!"

To the strains of Chopin ("I don't know if I LIKE Chopin. Sometimes it seems like he's trying too hard to sound sophisticated," according to Cindy) we navigated to the restaurant. Seated at our Monday table, we were joined by one of the owners. She recommended our choices of fare and at our request joined us for conversation as we enjoyed a leisurely dinner.

As we drove back into the RV park, I noticed a familiar red truck heading to the exit from within the park.

I showered while Cindy finished her homework, then I was watching TV when she got out, waved to get my attention, then playfully struck a pose, showing off the naked body that I worshiped. And she dried her hair. As she finished, I stood behind her with a hairbrush, polishing those bronze tresses to perfection, knowing that in half an hour they would be in tousled disarray.

We watched an hour's worth of TV together, I in gym shorts and a t-shirt, she in panties and a t-shirt, each of us possessing an end of the sofa, our legs in a tangle in the middle. She snaked her toes up the open leg of my shorts and twiddled my balls, leering at me.

"Enough TV, babe?" Her eyebrows raised in suggestion.

"More than enough."

She withdrew her foot and got up to walk ahead of me to the bed at the other end of the trailer and crawled straight onto it from the foot, resting on her belly. I crawled right in behind her and bit her ass through her panties.

"Eeeek!" she giggled. "You still hungry?"

"A wise man always leaves room for dessert!" I laughed.

She twisted under me, flailing legs, to lie on her back. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties. Her eyebrows arched above a happy smile. "How about a peach for dessert, then. I know how you love a nice, juicy peach!"

I skinned her panties off in one move. My mouth found one of several favorite places on the nubile beauty before me and I received a juicy reward until she pulled me up face to face with her. "My turn," she purred into my ear. And she pushed me onto my back. As she repositioned herself, she peeled off her t-shirt.

In profile I viewed her perfect titties, nipples pointed in arousal. And she bent her flexible young body to take my hard dick into her mouth. Her teeth bit gently behind its coronal ridge and she moaned, "Mmmmmm" through lips encircling my shaft. I felt the vibrations throughout my being. She sat up and eyed me lustfully. "You know, " she said, " I just bet that if you ate me and I sucked you, we could both come about the same time."

That was a bet I had to accept.

Repose came to us, a satiated couple, in the form of Bach's Brandenburg Concertos.