By ten AM we were on the road. I figured a hundred miles or so ought to get us away from prying eyes. I really liked our previous hotel stay, but I didn't want to show up there too often, so we did a whole different city in the next state over.

The motel was a national chain, and on the upper end of the scale as temporary lodging goes. We brought our bags into a clean, bright room with two queen beds. I was paranoid enough today to think that we just didn't look like we should be sleeping in the same bed, and so I chose our room accordingly.

"TWO beds?" questioned Cindy?

"Yeah."

"And WHO is supposed to sleep in the OTHER one?"

"One to sleep in, one to play in," I laughed.

She responded by pushing me over backward and then straddling my chest, her jean-clad crotch in front of my face. I ran my hands up her thighs, over her ribs and then cupped her perky breasts through the shirt. No bra.

"You didn't even notice," she said, faking a pout. "I've been like this since we went to breakfast. An' YOU didn't notice!"

"Oh, I noticed, alright. I've been wanting to touch you for four hours now..."

"Mmmmm," she said. "One of these days..."

"One of these days WHAT?"

"One of these days we're going to be able to hold each other in public. I mean besides a little hand-holding. Like in, arm around you. Or sit on the same side of the booth. Or a kiss by a fountain in the middle of a public park."

"I know, sweetness. Believe me, I want to shout your name from a mountaintop."

"I believe you," she said, then she grinned. "But what I want is, if we get caught makin' love behind the bushes, all they could do is get us for indecent exposure, an' not put you in jail for molesting young girls."

"But I LIKE molesting young girls."

She dug fingers into my ribs. "You better mean just ONE young girl!" Giggles. The young girl was straddling my chest as this conversation continued. "Babe, start your laptop up and let's see what there is to do in this town..."

"Besides YOU?"

"Oh, you'll do me before the night's over, lover."

Okay, yeah, as a matter of fact I do carry a laptop on weekends, even with a pretty, eager, redheaded companion. The laptop provided us with the venue of a local university chamber orchestra's performance. I was certain that the little redhead would provide everything else.

We made love all afternoon. Sweet, uninhibited love. Nearing dinnertime, we showered, dressed, went to dinner, then joined a small crowd for seats in an auditorium and listened to a chamber orchestra bring us Bach.

We left the hall with the crowd. I punched rapidly at the GPS. Cindy noted that. "What're you looking for, baby?"

"A park with a fountain. At ten at night, I think I can kiss you there..."

"Awwwww!" I heard the click as she fastened her seat belt beside me. "You listened to what I said."

"I always do, princess." Several blocks. Found a parking space in an empty lot. There were a few other couples out in the dim lighting. I slid out the driver's side of the truck and caught Cindy as she slid out behind me. With the truck locked behind us, I took her hand in mine as we walked around savoring the relatively cool October air. The fountain was easy to find, the burbling rush of water leading us up the path. I led her by the hand, having her stand on a step. She turned around to face me, the step she was standing on added the height she needed to stare directly into my eyes. She glanced around and saw nobody paying attention to us, and then her arms wrapped me up and we kissed.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No, thank you, dearest," I answered.

Her face was close to my ear. "Dan," she said, "Take me back to the hotel. I want you. In bed. Okay?"

"Just like that?"

"Yes, love of my life. Like THAT!" She smiled, her green eyes twinkling in the dim light. I promise I broke the speed limits only slightly.

She was undressed and in bed before I was, laying there completely nude in the lamplight, her body glowing, exuding sexuality from her small feet, up her slim legs to the soft red patch of hair on her pubic mound to the flatness of her belly, those two breasts, mounding softly, punctuated by perfectly pink, quarter-sized areoles and nipples like pencil erasers, hard ... and that face. I don't know how you're supposed to mix a young girl's innocence with lust and love, but she was doing it. As I crawled into bed she broke into a smile.

Her hand reached up to pull my face toward hers and we kissed, ending with her giggle. "You know, babe, you're more than I ever dreamed of, too."

My hand cupped a perfect breast and my fingertips toyed with her nipple. I felt a quiver run through her body. Her hand sliding down my side and wrapping around my dick provided her with an answering shiver from me. Our lips locked. Her adventurous tongue met mine as I moved my hand from her sweet breast down to find the cleft of her pussy. I brushed it with the tips of my fingers, then dipped one fingertip just between those lips and traced the length of her lips. On the return my finger dipped deeper, sliding easily in the wetness.

She was squeezing and milking me, pre-cum smearing over the head of my dick as my fingertip teased the head of her clitty. I tasted as well as felt her moan in my mouth as we remained in our kiss. She pushed me onto my back and one of those long legs swung across me as she took charge of our lovemaking. Kneeling astride me, both hands on my chest, she let her hot, wet pussy search for the head of my dick. Her eyes twinkled and she was biting her bottom lip, her "I'm concentrating" face. Her face changed with a sigh breaking into a giggle as the head of my dick met the opening of her wet passage and she slid down on me, impaling herself and bringing indescribable pleasure to us both.

She sat back. "There!" she announced. "I want EVERY bit of you. I want to LOVE you every way we can!"

"We do, don't we, babe?" I answered. "You're my best friend, the love of my life, and my wife."

"Yes, I AM your wife, Dan. Forever!" She fell forward, wrapping her arms around us. "Now kill me. Do me until I pass out!" And we did. Orgasms. I think she had two or three before mine, only one, happened. But my one came with her LAST one and she did indeed pass out, laying in my arms for almost a minute before light kisses caused her eyelids to flutter. I was rewarded with a sublime smile from the one person I loved most in the world.

We fell asleep after she slowly rolled us over on our sides, her breath a measured, soft cadence I felt on my chest. The last conscious thought I had before I slid into slumber myself was the clean smell of her hair against a background odor of the musk of our sexual exertions.

Without an alarm to start our day, it was usually a random selection as to which of us woke up first, or maybe I should say who made the first movements. Sunday morning was my turn. I lay there for some time, inventorying the feelings of my own body awakening, then noting the soft rounded warmth of her perfect ass against my hip. I turned gently so as not to startle her awake. I spooned up behind her and couldn't resist tiny kisses to the nape of her neck where it was uncovered by the fall of her auburn hair. She stirred. I carefully wrapped my left arm over her. Gently holding her. Her hand touched mine and pulled it to cover her breast.

"Mmmmm, morning, love," she whispered.

"Mornin' sweetie," I said.

"Can I ask you something? And you'll be honest with me?"

"You can ask me anything. And when have I ever NOT been honest with you?"

"This is different." And she wanted to have the "titty talk".

You see, Cindy was fourteen and a month or so old now. And she was an "A" cup, maybe getting into "B" territory. I thought these were the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen, and I'd seen a few.

"Do you like my breasts? I mean, really?"

"God, yes, baby. You have the most perfect breasts imaginable. Perfect."

She rolled over to face me. The anatomy in question was pressing gently into my chest. "They're not big."

"So what!"

"That lady in the shiny green dress last night, I mean, she had, well, I thought she had nice looking ones, and they were bigger."

I remembered the lady in question. She was good-looking, mid to late thirties, carefully coifed, heels, in all a carefully and well turned out product.

"Baby," I said, "that was a production. Makeup, hair, bra, dress, heels, all carefully put together. You, little darling, you get up in the morning looking better than she does after two hours' work."

"But I don't have big titties. Most guys LIKE big titties."

"Am I "most guys"?"

"No." the answer was a little meek.

"Haven't I told you that all my life I was looking for YOU and settling for little bits and pieces?"

"Yes. But..."

"No but. You're perfect. Personality. Brains. Body. Sometimes I think about how perfect you are and it scares me. I can't imagine ever living without you."

"But, I mean, like, when I'm on top of you and I bend over, my titties don't dangle."

"And that's a BAD thing? Baby, you don't know how many women wish they were as firm as you."

"How big was your wife?"

"That's another world, baby, long gone."

"But how big?"

"Okay." I sat up. "Let's talk."

She looked at me, her green eyes questioning.

"Here's the deal. She was a C-cup. Last girlfriend, the one that dumped me, she was maybe a C, maybe a D. I don't know. I didn't pay attention. So I've got some experience with bigger titties. Baby, what I'm saying is that it doesn't matter. Your smile, your laughter, your conversation, you could weigh 300 hundred pounds and have titties the size of milk jugs, and it wouldn't matter. Or you could be completely flat-chested. It doesn't matter. There's this YOU that I'm in love with, and you're perfect."

"But..."

"Stop with the 'but's', baby. You have no idea how many men see you and start drooling and lusting. I'm one of them. But I'm the lucky one. You're mine. And I love you. Okay?"

"Okay. Just tell me."

I slid my other arm underneath her and rolled, bringing her on top of me. "Tell you what? That I think you're the cutest, sexiest thing I've ever imagined? That I love you until the sun is a dark spot in the sky? That you make me wish I could write symphonies to your beauty? What do you want me to tell you?"

Then the giggles started. "Tell me where we're having breakfast..."

"Grrrr," I growled, and then clamped my lips over her left breast. My tongue worked over the nipple in swirls, then I bit it lightly. "I think I'll just have these for breakfast."

She pulled away with a squeal. "I guess that means that I'm having sausage!" And she spun around and her mouth sucked my hardening dick in, treating it to a tongue lashing.

"Yeah," I gasped, "You have sausage, an' I get this nice, moist muffin." We moved into a wonderful sixty-nine, her mouth clamped over the head of my dick, my mouth covering her pussy to receive the juices stirred up by my tongue. I cupped her butt cheeks with my hands, savoring the juices filling my mouth, relishing the actions of her combined hands and tongue and lips on my dick. Eight hours' rest was plenty enough for a recharge for me, and my Cindy was always up for coming, and my tongue was herding her there fast.

I heard "Eennnnnnnghhh" simultaneously with her hips thrusting, pushing her pussy into my face, her clit against my flicking tongue. "Gahhhhh! Ohgodohgodohgod! Dan! I'm. THERE!" She came, holding my hard dick against her cheek, afraid to put it in her mouth while she came.

I kept licking, softer now, letting her ride her orgasm to its conclusion. With a sigh, she sucked me back into her mouth, her tongue and teeth working me back to full hardness, then teasing me to orgasm that was almost brutal, and sucking me dry. My softening dick was her signal to turn around and kiss me full on the mouth. I could taste a little of myself in her warm mouth.

"I guess we just love each other, babe," she said.

"I guess we do." I kissed her again. We lay in each other's arms. "Cindy, baby, don't ever think that I want to change anything about you. You're fourteen. You're going to grow. And change. So am I. And I will love you through it all."

"I thought about that, too, Dan," she said. "I mean, how it would be as we changed, and you know, I talked to Mizz Helen about her an' her husband, and she told me that love finds its own beauty."

"Yes it does, cutie. Yes it does."

She rolled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Returning, she said, "Come on, baby, let's go get breakfast."

"Pack first?"

"Yeah. Then we can leave here and go straight home."

"Let's do a quick shower. Somebody's liable to notice that we smell like a small orgy."

"Uh-huh ... yeah, mister. I feel positively molested this morning already." She looked suggestively over her shoulder as she headed back to the bathroom. I followed. Our shower was sensual, her body seductive, wet, her hands active over my body. We rinsed the soap away, almost finished, and she knelt in front of me, the shower water slicking her hair against her head. She looked up at me, mouth open, smiling, then her hand pointed the head of my dick toward her waiting lips. Her mouth closed around it with an "Mmmmmm" that reverberated throughout my being. And then she pulled her head back, my dick leaving her lips with an audible pop. She stood up. "You know, I have a plan."

"What plan?"

"I'm not telling you. A girl's got to have some mystery, huh?"

"Okay..."

We got dressed, packed our bags, and checked out, walking out, me and this indescribable little red-headed beauty. We found a breakfast place, fitting in with the Sunday morning crowd, laughing, talking about the music, the people, and the clear fall day.

We'd just gotten back in the truck when my cellphone rang. I saw the caller ID. It was Jim Hardesty. I told Cindy, then punched the button on the phone. "This is Dan," I answered.

"Dan, this is Jim Hardesty. From school."

"Yeah, Jim. That's what my caller ID said. What's up?"

"Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"No, I'm good."

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over this evening for supper. I'm doin' ribs on the barbecue."

"That'd be great. But there's one thing..."

"What's that?"

"I have Cindy with me today. Promised her that I'd bring her to the mall. We'll be finished in plenty of time, but can she come along?"

"Hey, sure! That's great! See ya'll about four-thirty?"

"Yep. We'll be there!"

Cindy was watching my one-sided conversation. "What'd you just get us into?" she asked.

"Barbecue at your guidance counselor's house for supper."

"Really? He's nice. Likes us kids. I've seen him really work with some of them."

"Yeah. I know. You're one of them. Are you gonna be okay? I mean, we can't be husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend. Just gotta be me and my shadow."

She grinned. "I can do that. On good days, I can actually be quite charming, you know."

"And on better days, you can be delicious," I laughed.

We drove back to the RV park, did the small amount of housework we needed to do to keep the trailer in good order, then we changed into swimsuits, grabbed a couple of towels and headed to the pool for our daily swim. Three weekender families were there, one of them I recognized from previously, the paper mill manager with wife and kids, a couple of other nuclear families, each with a teenaged daughter, one teenaged boy, a couple of pre-teen kids, all splashing in the pool. I greeted the adults politely, shook hands with the guy I recognized first, then the others.

I did a few laps in the pool, as did Cindy, her lithe body easily cutting the water beside me. I was thinking that I'd hate to race her. I finished my laps and climbed out to towel off and occupy an empty lounge. The afternoon was filled with the sounds of (mostly) happy children, and we adults talked about the kids, the work, the news, hunting, fishing, etc. I couldn't help but notice that the appearance of Cindy, even in her one-piece bathing suit, was more than enough to eclipse the older two teen girls. The boy, brother to one of the girls, had apparently been devoting a lot of attention to the other, but when Cindy showed up, well, Cindy was the top of that little heap. I noted him putting his best moves on her, and I also noted her easily fending him off, choosing instead to talk to the girls.

I heard one little comment, though. "Go play somewhere else! I told you I already HAVE a boyfriend!" A little later she got out of the pool, came to me and took her towel and then stretched out on the lounge beside me. And I do mean "stretched", as in arms over her head, back arched, stretched. And when she finished, she looked me and smiled. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," I said. She listened to us "adults" chit-chat for a while then I bid my leave. "We have to go get ready for you to go home," I said.

"Yessir," she said, playing her role. We walked back to the trailer, carefully NOT side by side.

Inside the trailer, I laughed, "What are you trying to do, give those guys heart attacks?"

"What did I do?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, you KNOW what you did. That stretch!"

"Hah! Those other two girls were pretty, an' both of them had bigger tits. They could've stretched. An' THEY were wearing bikinis! You won't let me wear a bikini," she pouted. "Besides, I wanted to do THIS!" With that statement she went to her knees, pulled my trunks down and took my dick in her mouth.

"Oh, god! Baby!"

She stood up, smiling, wrapped her arms around my waist and we kissed. "I love you, Dan!"

"I love you too, Cindy." I breathed her fresh scent, gazed into those startling green eyes and saw them answer me with love. That's all I need.

We each did a quick rinse in the shower and she was sitting on the stool drying her hair when I stepped out. "What should I wear?" she asked.

"Oh, you're just coming back from a trip to the mall. I'm thinking something informal."

"Jeans and a blouse, then?"

"Perfect!"

"And I'll try not to sit on your lap while we're there..." Giggles.

"Save that for later."

"I have plans, remember?"

"Yeah. I remember. What are your plans?"

"Nuh-uh. Ain't telling you. But I think you'll like them." Sweet smile. With a leer lurking somewhere in the deep background. Her eyes can't lie.

And dammit! Jeans. Blue denim with pockets and seams that perfectly framed a fine female butt. And a dark green blouse. And matching elastic headband tastefully pulling her red hair away from the sides of her face, leaving bangs hovering just above those green eyes. And a pair of athletic shoes. Fourteen. Okay, in that strange way of young girls, she could have been any age from thirteen to seventeen, but she was pure sexuality in a sweet, innocent wrapper. That reached out and grabbed my dick before we left to get on the road. Hah!

I punched an address written on the back of one of my business cards into the truck's GPS and we followed its directions, listening to the classical music on the public broadcasting station as we drove. She was sitting in the regular passenger seat, the console folded down between us. Finally we pulled up in the driveway of a nice brick house, not suburban, but not all the way out in the country, either.

As we were getting out of the truck I heard Jim's voice over the board privacy fence. "We're back here waitin' on yah!" I could smell the smoky goodness of barbecue.

We pushed our way into the back yard, finding ourselves on a shaded patio. Jim Hardesty was tending slabs of pork ribs over a smoky wood fire.

"No charcoal?" I asked.

"Just a little under there to get things started, then it's all hickory all the way. Hi, Miss Cindy!"

"Hi, Mister Hardesty," Cindy answered.

A short, busty blonde woman walked through the sliding glass door from inside the house. "Hi!" she said, "you must be Dan! I'm Ann!" She shook my hand.

"Well, hello, Ann! This is Cindy."

"Hello, Mizz Ann," Cindy said, shaking hands.

"Sweetie, you can come with me. These guys are gonna be hip-deep in war stories in about five minutes. I'm buildin' a tater salad and some baked beans and Teresa's in the den." Teresa was Jim and Ann's daughter, thirteen, a school grade younger and a nodding acquaintance to Cindy. Cindy followed dutifully. "Yes ma'am," she said.

"Have a seat." Jim motioned me to a patio chair. "I hope you weren't expecting lite beer. I like this Texas stuff. Shiner. Hell, I even visited the factory."

"That'll be great. I don't drink that lite stuff either." Over beer we went through the whole meeting thing. He was a former Marine pilot. Harriers, no less. I was a former army combat engineer. We'd both ended up in the same arena for a war almost twenty years before, and Marines, even pilots, know about living in the dirt. We told war stories. I told him about my plane.

"You have a plane?"

"Yeah," I said. "Old Cessna 180. I bought it when I was in Alaska. Flew it back to the states. Had it overhauled. It's in pretty decent shape now, for forty years old."

"Man, that's somethin'," he said. "I get the itch..."

"Then see if you're free Tuesday when I get off work. Give me a call. Two hundred and thirty horsepower and a hundred and forty knots ain't exactly a Harrier, but you're free to come fly."

"Hey, thanks! I just might do that!" he grinned. He told me how he ended up as a guidance counselor at an Alabama middle school. I told him how I ended up as the go-to guy for electrical power projects. We talked about great barbecue and good food in general. The chit-chat was jovial and enjoyable.

Finally Ann stuck her head out the door. "How much longer? You guys are up to your eyeballs in testosterone."

"Never marry a college grad," laughed Jim. "They know too many big words. Makes 'em all uppity!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You marry a Marine, you spend two decades trainin' 'im to walk without draggin' 'is knuckles on the ground!"

"'Cue's ready when ya'll get the table set."

The remainder of the Hardesty clan appeared, bringing out paper plates, drinks, casseroles, baked beans, and the table was set. We had a good, no, a great meal. Their children were well-behaved, and of course, my Cindy knew her way around etiquette, even with food you eat with your fingers. After the meal, Ann and the kids cleared the table and Jim and I took care of the grill.

"Ya know," he started, "one of the things I studied when I was getting my master's was prodigies, Dan."

"Prodigies?" I questioned.

"Yeah. You know. People who are just head and shoulders above the crowd."

"Uh-huh," I said, letting him go.

"I think that describes Miss Cindy."

"Seriously? Cindy? I mean, she's smart. She hauls her homework over and all I do is check over it. She's got it wrapped."

"Yeah. I've talked with her teachers. Not formally, you understand, just feeling things out since we had the meeting, you know."

"She's not being a problem, is she? I talked to her about that rhumb line thing and about showing other people up, especially teachers."

"Oh no," Jim said. "Her teachers are using her like an aide now. She's helping the slower ones."

I said, "She told me she was helping out in math class."

"And language. And science. And social studies."

"Wow! She hadn't mentioned that."

"Well," said Jim, "that's what is going on. You know, Dan, the biggest part of my job is handling problem kids, ones that get to the eighth grade that can't read or do basic math, or who have personality disorders or really, mostly just need a good bit of decent parenting. Kids like Cindy just zip through the system and nobody ever pays attention to them because they're not the problem. Most times, the teachers just breathe a sigh of relief and send 'em on."

"Yeah, I know. Plenty of programs for special education. I wish there was something we could do for Cindy. Smart kids are special too."

Jim turned to me like a light bulb just went off in his head. "Hey! You just gave me an idea."

"Huh?"

"Smart kids are special, too. You said that. Lemme play with that a bit."

"How? What?"

Jim smiled. "When a kid is classified as 'special', the school has to come up with an IEP, an individualized education program, to fit that student."

"Ooooo-kay..." I said.

"Since 'special' usually means the kid is way behind other students or can't do the work, and we have tutors and remedial classes and stuff. But you know," he said, "I never saw anything that said we couldn't run that in the OPPOSITE direction. I mean, Cindy's test scores, well, she's in the top one percent. Maybe I can work the special ed angle for her."

"Well don't get yourself in trouble, Jim," I said. "I'm looking at some on-line stuff for her."

"Good! Good!" he laughed. "You do that. Let me know if you come up with something. And gimme a week." He closed the top of the barbecue pit. "Let's go inside."

I followed him into the house. Cindy, Ann and Teresa were sitting in the den. We joined them.

"Where's the boy?" asked Jim.

Ann answered, "Up in his room, playin' video games."

"Bill," Jim hollered, "come down here and be social!"

"In a minute, Dad," came the answer.

"He'll be down here," said Jim. "We don't let him miss out on family stuff."

Ann chimed in. "Jim, did you know that Cindy's into classical music?"

'No? Really?" asked Jim. "What do you like?"

Cindy smiled. "Ummm, right now I'm listening to baroque stuff. Handel. Telemann."

"Handel? Wow? "Water Music"?" Jim asked.

"Oh, gosh, yes! Mr. Dan gave me a CD. The first time I listened I had tears in my eyes. It's just so moving! It's HUGE!"

"Yes, that's some grand music. Say, didn't Ann tell you that she is a violinist?"

"No. Really?" Cindy looked at Ann.

"Yes," Ann said. "I was in the orchestra in college. I did a few recitals. But it's really difficult to get past that certain point." She sighed. "And then you marry a Marine..."

Jim laughed. "Yeah, you marry a Marine who plays banjo."

I looked at Jim. "You play banjo?"

Jim laughed again. "Hey! This is Alabama. Of course I play banjo." He grinned. "But I started out playing guitar. Gets girls, yah know!"

"Hey!" chirped Ann. "You need to take care of the girl you got!"

"So," I said, "violin and banjo. Sounds like bluegrass to me."

Ann's turn. "As a matter of fact, if you call it a fiddle, yes, we do. A little."

I saw the bass guitar in the corner. "I can do THAT thing. I might be rusty, but I can do that. Straight guitar, too. Rusty at that, too."

"Wow, Mr. Dan," she said. "I didn't know you play guitar."

"It's been a while. I used to get together with some buddies and play. Even did a few clubs. But road work killed that. Besides, I don't get excited about the music I was playing."

"What'd you play?" questioned Ann.

"Oh, the contemporary country and western stuff. Never could find a bluegrass bunch."

Jim said, "Well, let's try some simple stuff. You remember the key of G?"

"Oh yeah," I said.

Dan pulled an amp out to plug the bass guitar into, and Ann showed up with a violin, and Jim reached behind the sofa and retrieved a banjo, and in fits and starts, music was made. At first, Cindy was shocked, then her expression changed to amusement, then enjoyment as we ran through a few old bluegrass tunes.

Jim looked at her. "What'd ya think, Miss Cindy?"

"Wow!"

Ann jumped in. "I love classical music too, but baby, this is people's music. We're people. This is the music we can make."

Cindy said, "You know, I never heard of music like this before. It's great!"

Ann said, "Isn't it, now! Jim, let's do one more before we get the kids headed to bed."

""Ashokan Farewell"? That's a sad one." And we did. And it was sad, haunting, Ann wrung the tears out with her bow and Jim's banjo relived dashed hopes and dreams, and I saw a tear slide down Cindy's cheek.

Finally we left, thanking our hosts profusely and vowing to return.

On the drive home, Cindy said, "There you go again. I didn't know you played the guitar."

"Sorry, baby. It never came up. I don't bring one with me, usually, so you never asked."

"Yeah, well, remember what I said about making music? You guys made music. That's wonderful. And powerful."

"And fun. Don't forget fun!"

"Speaking of fun..." she said as we pulled into the RV park, "I asked Mizz Helen for a key to the pool since she's closing it tomorrow. Let's go for a swim."

"But it's dark."

The little thing grinned. "Yeah. Dark. And nobody else is around."

We emerged from the trailer again in bathing suits. This time she was wearing her bikini, wrapped in towel. She unlocked the gate and we slid into the water. It felt wonderful. Cindy pushed up against me and kissed me. This was not our normal pool activity. But then the pool was off limits after dark.

I kissed her back. She backed away from me and reached behind her back. The bikini top was off.

"Cindy!"

"Plans, Dan!" She ducked under water and then laid her bikini bottom on the edge of the pool. "One of us needs to get with the program."

"Uh-huh!" I stripped my trunks off. They joined her bikini poolside. She cuddled up against me in the water.

"I could beat you swimming now, for sure," she giggled. "You seem to have developed a drag-inducing protrusion, sir."

"I wonder why. It's not right that beautiful young girls should seduce older men in the pool at night."

Giggles. "Yes, but sometimes it's the only way young girls can get old men to do 'em in the pool."

And we played. Toyed with each other. And finally ended up with me backed against the edge of the pool, her legs wrapped around me, our mouths merged, mating, climaxing together in the water. She held onto me for luscious minutes afterward.

Finally, we regained full faculties. "Babe," I said, "I hate to end this, but it's time to get back to the house."

"Yeah, I know, but this is the first time I ever skinny-dipped since I was, like, five. And it's the first time I ever made love in the water."

"But it won't be the last. For any of that." I reached for my trunks and slipped them on.

Cindy said, "Get my bikini!" I grabbed it. Both pieces together weren't a full handful. I held it out to her. "Nuh-uh! I'm goin' nude!" She giggled and jumped out of the water, her body wet and glistening in the light of a half-moon.

"You're gonna get us thrown in jail, baby," I pled.

"Oh, I'm gonna wrap this towel around me. But YOU will know that I'm nude!" She smiled and slipped on her pool slippers. And wrapped the towel around her. It barely covered from the gentle curve atop her breasts to just below the cleft of her pussy. And I could see her eyes laughing as I got out of the pool. We walked hand in hand back to the trailer. She stood on the step, turned around to me, smiled, and dropped the towel, then backed through the door.

I got inside, closing the door behind me, locking it. "You are one sexy little thing!"

"I'm YOUR sexy little thing!" She giggled delightedly and tugged me toward the bed, hauling in between her spread thighs. I was hard, and she was eager and I penetrated her in one swift motion. "Mmmm!" she sighed, "My life is so much better with you, Dan..."

"I don't think I was even living before I met, you, Cindy!" Her legs wrapping around my hips was sign that she was serious about another time, and despite the fact that we were only a half-hour from the previous coupling, Cindy's enthusiasm found its way to my dick. I plunged into her eagerly, finding her hips meeting me on every stroke. Soon we were both in the throes of rising orgasms.

I heard her "Nnnnnnnn" as she climbed her mountain. We kissed. Our kiss broke as our pubic mounds mashed together time after time, and then I felt her kiss my chest. Then the kiss took on suction. And then her teeth started closing on a bit of me. And this was harder than the usual nips we used when toying with each other. I was on the edge of pain as I heard her go "Nnnnnnnghhhhh!" through clenched teeth. I felt her hips push upward, meeting my thrust, driving me deep inside her, then I felt the clenching, spasming walls of her pussy as she climaxed. And all that, well, that was more than enough for me. I squirted my load, spurt after spurt, deep inside her. My Cindy knew what was going on, and little wiggles of her hips augmented the clenches of her pussy. Her teeth released me and she pulled my face to hers and we kissed.

The kiss finally broke, letting me see a bright-eyed, smiling, breathless Cindy. "Wow!" she said. "Does getting THAT excited mean I'm one of those exhibition people?"

"You mean "exhibitionist"? Either that, or you like teasing me."

She giggled again. "I know that teasing you gets me going." She looked at my chest. "Ohmigod! Look at what I did to your chest!" I looked. There was a bruise forming. Around teeth marks. "I am so sorry, baby! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"You didn't hurt me, sweetie. If I was hurt, I couldn't have done what we just finished."

"So it, like, felt GOOD?"

"Yeah! I guess it did. I guess I saw it as a sign of your intensity."

She smiled. "That WAS pretty intense."

"Mmm-hmmm," I said. "But I need a shower now..."

"Me too. I wish this place had a shower big enough for both of us..."

"I do too, baby, but when I spec'ed it out, I didn't figure that I'd ever find anyone like you to live in it..."

"I understand. But we can have our weekends, right?"

Hotels. With big showers. "Yes, ma'am!" I laughed. "Now go make sure that you don't show up in class smelling like last night's orgy..." I watched her stroll naked to the shower, softly curved ass moving seductively. She cast a last look over her shoulder before entering the little bathroom. I laid out my clothes for the next day and she was out. I went in, rinsed down, and shaved. She was drying her hair went I got out. I helped her brush those copper locks out, and then we went to bed. To sleep this time. With me spooned up behind her, her butt nestled against my happy, satiated dick, the top of her head smelling clean and fresh, my arm around her. She took my hand in hers and moved it to cover one perfect breast.