And it was Sunday morning. We did breakfast in the trailer. Sometimes a bowl of cereal is just what you need. Then we visited a while with Mizz Helen. And got into the truck and onto the road. Headed north. No place to go and all day to get there. Between a GPS and some topo maps, we ended up in the woods on the bank of a creek, miles away from everybody else. Just the right sort of place to bring out an old blanket to spread on the ground.

By the time I spread the blanket out, I was facing a Cindy naked from the waist down. "Is that all I get?" I laughed.

"You can have it all, babe," she said, and she peeled her t-shirt over her head as I stripped. We made love under the canopy of old-growth trees, our music provided by birds and the rushing waters of the nearby creek.

We were laying there in the afterglow when she stirred. "I gotta go pee," she announced.

"Don't go too far," I said. "Never know what there is in these woods that might want to eat a little girl."

"Yeah," she laughed. "That already happened ONCE today!" She took a few steps down the slope away from our blanket and squatted, facing me.

"You know," I said, "I've never seen you pee before."

Eyes twinkled. "Oh, so you, like, wanna LOOK?"

"Uh-huh..."

She reached in between her thighs and spread her pussy lips. The golden stream spurted. I was fascinated. The flow dwindled to drip, then stopped. "I don't have anything to wipe with."

"I got paper towels in the truck. Or..." and I stuck out my tongue.

Giggle. "I usually wipe myself before you eat me."

"I know," I said. "you're very clean. But pee's not what makes a woman smell nasty."

And she was astraddle me, her pussy at my face. And I licked her clean. When I finished, she dropped to her knees and kissed me, hard, wet, her lips and tongue bathing my face and mouth. "Since you did, why shouldn't I?" she said.

"Yeah, but now I gotta pee."

"Oh, I've seen YOU pee. It's neat. Sometimes I wish I was a guy, just so I could pee standing up."

"Girls can, if they want. Takes fingers an' hips."

"And you've seen this yourself?"

"No, but I heard of it. Oh, seen pictures."

"You're lookin' at nasty pictures?"

"Not any more..." I stood and went towards the spot still moist with her urine. She stood beside me.

"Let me," she said. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft. "Oooh," she squealed when the stream started. "That's so neat!"

The stream diminished to a dribble, then a drop. "Shake it."

"Nuh-uh," she said, kneeling. "My turn." Her lips sealed around my shaft and I felt her tongue working, milking me dry.

I sat back down on the blanket, cross-legged. Cindy sat in my lap, facing me, wrapping her slender legs around my waist. "Mmmmm," she moaned through a kiss, then another. "Baby, can it be this good forever?"

"I will love you forever, and I will do my very best to always keep us happy together, excited, loving, caring, just like now. But we're going to grow together, too. And things will change, but that just means different, and better."

Her head buried in my neck. "I don't wanna go back. I'll just have to go home. An' Mom's gonna be bitchy. An' I'm crampin', like my period's fixin' to start..."

"And I want you to stay with me, period an' all. Baby, I'm doin' my best to find a way so we never have to be apart. But it's what we have to do right now, okay?"

Bronze hair swung in a nod. More kisses. Perfect little titties pressed against my hairy chest. Our lips could have been welded together, as long and as tight as we kept them, our tongues writing hieroglyphic love poems.

Finally it was time to get dressed and return. A zip through a fast food line and we ate burgers on the road. Entering the park, no car at her trailer. We didn't expect one. It was still early for her mom to return. Cindy brought her stuff back to her own trailer, except for her birthday present clothes. Now she was leaving clothes at my place.

Five PM. We were at the pool. I was on a lounge and Cindy was swimming when that ratty Toyota pulled on the road beside the pool fence. Donna. "Hey, Dan," she yelled.

"Hey Donna," I returned. "You lookin' for Cindy, she's in the pool."

Cindy's head popped up. "Hey, Mom," she said. "I'll be home in a little bit."

"Take yer time," her mom said as she drove toward their trailer in the far corner of the park.

My place, OUR place was empty without her that evening. Sleep didn't come easily. I kept looking for somebody who wasn't there. I got up the next morning, had a bowl of cereal and headed to work. During the day I thought about Cindy, remembered her tests today, hoped, expected her to do well. Left work early. Things just didn't feel right. Got back to the park before Cindy's bus showed up.

Walked into the office to see Helen for my mail.

"No mail, Dan," she said. But I had a conversation with Donna today."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. You know that Cindy gets up and gets off to school without her mom even rollin' out of bed? Yeah, she does. Dear Miss Donna came in about eleven. Looked like she just got out of bed."

"Uh-huh. Kinda figured that was the way it was."

"An' she was askin' me questions about Cindy..."

My antennae went up. Helen noticed my demeanor. "No, nothin' about you an' Cindy. Nothin'. But she asked me if I was serious the other day when I said something about me takin' Cindy off her hands."

"You actually SAID that? To Donna?"

"Yeah. I get to be a gutsy ol' broad, you know. What's she gonna do? I let her live here for free. Anyways, she asked me how you make somethin' like that legal. An' I told her, it was a matter of a court order." She smiled. "An' one a'my husband's best huntin' buddies is the local judge."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah, Dan, I'm serious. She can move in with me. But I gotta know. This is your last chance. Are YOU serious? About Cindy?"

"Helen, you dear lady! Yes, I'm serious about Cindy."

Dan, I'm gonna be her legal guardian. By the end of the week. So where's she gonna live? With me. Or with you?"

"Uh..." I stuttered.

"Hah!" grunted Helen. "You two ain't keepin' much of a secret, you know. She GLOWS when she's with you. And it ain't that "I'm with my friend" glow. Well, some of it is ... An' YOU!"

"Okay, Helen, I get the point. But if I don't admit anything, then you don't KNOW anything."

"Yeah, right."

"She lives with me."

"Good. That's what I expected. I'll have her clothes and stuff here tomorrow. Oh, an' her mom's sellin' that trailer, like she can get shit for it. Well, she IS getting shit for it. I'm payin' two or three times what it's worth. Part of the deal. Her dong du jour promised her that they could find good work in Vegas."

"Yeah?" My knees were weak. Yesterday's faint dream was almost a reality.

"Donna's gonna tell Cindy tonight. I tol' her that if Cindy wanted, she could stay with ME tonight after she tol' her. I suspect you might want to be the one who deals with Cindy. I don't know how she's gonna take it. Her an' I talked about somethin' like this before, a week or so ago, an' she kept lookin' at YOUR trailer, like I wasn't gonna notice. Like I said, neither one a'you can keep a secret."

"Wow." I said. "Just wow!"

"Dan, I doubt that I really need to tell you this, but if you ever hurt that child an' I find out, I will have you hunted down like a dog. Tomorrow me an' Donna are goin' to see the judge to sign the papers. Then she's got an airline ticket. Gone. An' I expect hell will freeze over before we see her back in Alabama."

"Helen, you're amazing ... Wonderful." I went around the counter and hugged her. "There's no amount of 'thank you's" for this..."

"Dan, just be good to her." Helen was smiling as I left. I don't think my feet were touching the ground.

I was in my trailer when I heard the bus drop off Cindy. I didn't go outside. The normal drill was for her to go home, then come back to do homework. An hour passed. I heard a knock on my door.

My heart was pounding as I opened it. I expected Cindy. I got Cindy and Helen.

Helen looked around. "You keep good house for a single guy."

"Thanks, I guess," I said.

Cindy looked at me. It was a look I hadn't seen before.

"Well, Dan," said Helen, "I'll let Cindy tell you the news."

"What's up, sweetie?" I asked.

"Mizz Helen says she already told you what's goin' on. Mom's movin'. I'm not."

I stepped toward her and wrapped her in my arms. "I'm sorry, baby, but at the same time, I'm not."

"Me neither," said Cindy, but there was a trace of an uncontrolled sob there, too.

"Mizz Helen's gonna be my legal guardian."

"I know."

"Dan. I talked with Mizz Helen. She says I can live with you." She looked at me. "If you want me to..."

I bent my head down and kissed Cindy on top of her head. "Yes, I want you to."

Helen smiled. "Good! Now I'm gonna go home. With Cindy in my car. Dan, you can leave behind me. An' bring Cindy back with you. I just don't want her mom to see me leave without her."

An hour later, Cindy and I were at the catfish joint. She was smiling. "Dan, can you believe it? We're together! Forever!"

"Shhhhhh!" I hissed. "Don't let people hear you say that!"

"Ooopssss!" she grinned. "But there's nobody around." She was right. Monday was a slow night for fried catfish.

We finished supper and got into my truck. "Now, my Cindy forever, let's talk."

"Yes, my Dan forever."

"We have to be careful. You're fourteen. I'm forty-two. That makes you jailbait. And not only will I go to jail, so will Mizz Helen. If ANYBODY ever thinks that there's more than just friendship between us."

"I know..."

"Now, around the park, well, I don't think people pay any attention, but we still have to be careful in public. A little hand-holding while walking, a hug like you'd give your uncle, that's all."

"I know..."

"Until your sixteenth birthday."

"What happens on my sixteenth birthday?"

"Mizz Helen will have the papers ready for the judge to sign so we can get married."

Squeeeealllll! "Oh, Dan ... it's real!"

"As real as YOU want it to be, Cindy."

When I pulled back into the park, I did my normal visual sweep. Donna's car was gone. Nowhere in sight. Cindy and I went into the trailer and locked the door. And I had a sweet hundred-odd pounds of redheaded doll on me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her lips showering my face with kisses.

"I never have to leave you again, Dan."

"I know, Cindy. And you have no idea how happy that makes me. No idea at all."

"Oh, but I do." She sighed. "But baby, I have bad news."

"Bad news?"

"Yeah. 'Member yesterday when I said I thought I was crampin'?"

"Yeah?"

"I started my period."

"So?"

"I wanted to make love to you, but I can't. Well, I can, but I don't wanna. I know Mom did that. Heard her boyfriend say she was on the rag."

"It's okay, baby. We love each other. And we have forever." Kisses. "Homework?"

"No," she said. "I had those tests today, remember?"

"Right. How did you do?"

"I dunno. Lots of funny stuff like "answer these questions in fifteen minutes", an' I really had to work to finish."

"Baby, they don't expect you to finish."

"I finished. The guy who was watchin' us, Mr. Hardesty, he looked at me funny. But he looked at my papers an' smiled. They said it would be a couple of weeks before we find out the grades."

"They're not grades, baby, they're scores. And if you finished, well..." I smiled. "You gonna shower first, or me?"

"Me." It's a good thing that I specified blackout curtains in the place when I ordered it. Because it doesn't take long for a fourteen year old girl to be delightfully, desirably naked. And presenting herself for miscellaneous kisses and gropes.

Fifteen minutes later she got out of the shower and I got in. I finished showering just as the last of the hot water came out. Well, there was enough warm left for me to shave. I stepped out into the aisle and toweled off, then helped my Cindy dry and brush her hair. I noticed she was wearing panties.

"Blue panties?"

"Yeah," she pouted. "Damn ... uh, darned period!"

"You're still smart. You're still funny. You're still beautiful. And periods don't last forever."

She stood and turned to face me, perky breasts pointing their pink nipples at me. Pinker than normal. I touched one. "Oooo!" she squealed. More sensitive, too, apparently. Must be the period.

She kissed me, an act that required me to bend over to make up for our difference in heights. And she whispered, "You know, there's some things I can do to celebrate tonight..."

"I appreciate that, baby, but that's not gonna do things for you..."

"Hah! Don't be silly. You should know that I like playin' with this thing. Come on!" And at eight o'clock we were turning out the lights. Except the one she demanded next to the bed. "I like to see what I'm doin'," she'd said early on in our relationship. "I like to see you doin' me and I like to see what I'm doin' to you."

She pushed me backward onto the bed and crawled her way up me, kissing. All the way to my lips. There it was long, and hot. Then a whisper. "Now your Cindy forever is gonna suck you. An' you're gonna come."

"Baby, that's wonderful that you want to do that, but you make me do so much. I'll tell you when it's close..."

"I know what happens to you when you get close," she said.

"Yeah, but, so you can pull it out so I don't come in your mouth..."

Kisses. "Baby," she purred, "I already know what your stuff tastes like..." She was right. Happiness was having a sweet thing like her clean the juices of your orgasms from your genitals with her mouth. "D'ya think that I was just goin' to do this just ONE time the other night? I LOVED it. It's so neat that I can make you come like this. An' I've come all over your face. So why wouldn't I want to be sucking on you when you come?"

"You're sure?"

She slid down and answered the question with action. Three or four weeks of pleasant explorations and playful interludes, and my Cindy knew what makes my dick work. And she worked it. Suction. Tongue. Teeth. Hands. The head. The coronal ring. The shaft. Balls. Nothing was missed. Everything was eagerly and expertly attended. I was even more excited by the visuals. Red head bouncing up and down. Every now and then those green eyes looking at me. Her mouth would release me and she'd smile. And she'd go back down with an "Mmmmm..." and I was in nirvana. I could feel the feelings building.

"Mmmm, baby! I'm so close."

Smack! "Uh-huh. Your balls are getting tight. Come on!" Slurp. Suck.

"Oh, god ... ohgodohgodogod ... it's. it's. comminnngggg!" And I spurted. Caught my Cindy by surprise, I think.

Her "Mmmmm" changed to "Mmmphh" and she swallowed. And sucked. And jacked. And she knew from our lovemaking how my body reacted in orgasm, the timing, the diminishing thrusts, and how I used her pussy, and she used her mouth in exactly the same way. And she knew that when the orgasm was over, we'd lie together until I softened and fell out of her pussy, and she did that with her mouth, gently sucking and tonguing me past the end of my coming, finally releasing me from her mouth, soft and clean.

And you should have seen the smirk on that face. It broke into a grin. And she made a big deal about wiping up a stray drop of semen from the corner of her mouth with a fingertip, then sucking her finger clean. And her head bobbed, giggling, and sucked my soft dick completely into her mouth, and she chewed gently with tongue and teeth, then crawled up on top of me.

"So tell me, baby, d'you still kiss a girl after she's sucked you off?" I answered with lips and tongue. Then a giggle. "You know, you owe me one."

"Yeah. And I will pay you back. That is the most spectacular thing ever done to me with a mouth. You're the very best."

"Mmmmm," she said, nestling into my chest. "My pleasure, sir."

"I love you."

"I hope so. I don't have a momma any more."

"Yeah, she'll always be your mom. An' you have Mizz Helen, too."

"An' you?"

"Forever." I kissed the top of her head. "Now, let's go to sleep. You have school tomorrow and I have work."

No more lonely nights. The alarm went off at six. I hit snooze and rolled over and kissed my Cindy. Was rewarded by a kiss back. And then we got down to the business of the day." She watched me drive off and then waited for her bus.

I floated through the day. Even the "difficult personalities" that seem to gravitate towards construction work were no hurdle today. I couldn't be shaken. I couldn't wait for the day to end. Somebody remarked that my intensity seemed to be fading. I laughed.

Driving back into the park, I stopped at the office and found Cindy standing there in schoolgirl perfection, talking with Helen. They were laughing when I walked in, and they both turned toward me. Cindy bounced up and gave me a hug that teetered just over the edge of chastity.

Helen said, "You two look like honeymooners."

"Uh..."

"Oh, shit, Dan," she said, I KNOW! So at least acknowledge that you don't think I'm stupid."

All I could get out was an "aw shucks" grin.

"Anyways," she said, "I got the paperwork signed. An', let's see, it's almost five. Donna's just about to Vegas. An' the judge says that I will get money from the state for foster care. I don't need it, so I'll put it in an account for Cindy. An' he's takin' care of all that child protective services crap so they don't bother me. An' I got her medical insurance covered. State does that for foster kids, too."

"Wow! You've got all the bases covered."

"More than you think. Judge, he's a widower. Wife died a year ago. Got ME a date tonight." She was grinning like a schoolgirl herself. "I don't know how to act..."

"Yeah you do," I said.

Cindy was grinning, too. "Mizz Helen's got a boyfriend," she laughed.

"Ya'll go on," Helen said, grinning, waving us out.

Cindy jumped in the truck for the short drive to my trailer space, then got out. I got to the door to unlock it. "I guess since you live here, I need to give you a key, huh?"

"Either that or I'm gonna have to sit on the steps waitin on ya."