We did a quick turnaround in the trailer and emerged clad in swimsuits and carrying towels and walked to the pool. Helen was locking up as we walked by. "You know," she said, "we shut that thing down for winter on Monday?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm gonna miss it."

"We're gonna start riding bicycles, though," Cindy chimed in.

"Bikes? That'll be good. I'm gonna go get ready for dinner. See ya'll there!" And Helen left.

Cindy and I did our pool laps and walked back to the trailer dripping, all the while chatting about the day's experiences. I had to answer a slew of questions, and was trying to not be too technical, but Cindy was drinking it all up.

Back in the trailer, we did our shower thing and she dried her hair while I shaved. This left us both naked. Clean and naked. And she not only looked good, she smelled good. I passed my hand form the sleek richness of her hair down her back to the curve of her ass and squeezed a cheek.

"Now, Dan," she giggled, "as much has I'd LOVE to take you straight to the bedroom, we have to go out in public, and we can't do that with your sweetie smelling all freshly fucked, can we?"

"The language!" I said.

"Yeah. You know exactly what I'm talking about, babe. I've smelled ME on YOU afterward, and I love the smell. I can eat it up. But it is a smell. And we're trying, as you say, to maintain a certain air of decorum. We have, what? An hour before we go?"

"Yeah."

"Then lay down on the sofa" she commanded as she sat down. "Put your head in my lap."

I followed orders, laying on my back, my head resting on the smooth softness of her thigh. Okay, not TOO soft. Swimming every day, you know. She slowly stroked my face. "Dan," she said, "I wish I could tell you how much I love you."

"Thank you, sweetie. I love you too, you know."

"But today. You took me around to those people and showed me off."

"I didn't show you off. I really did want you to see what was going on."

"I know. But that was purely something you did for ME. For no reason."

"I had reasons. First, I love you. Second, you're smart enough to get something out of the visit."

"That first part," she said, "that's what I mean. The way I figure it," she continued, "if I was just a somebody you wanted to have around for the sex, then you wouldn't've done today. So that kinda makes me think I'm not just your toy. I'm feeling pretty important to you."

"A man's toys ARE important," I said. That got me a slap on my bicep.

"Beast!"

"I'm YOUR beast, little princess. Your very own dragon."

"Mmm-hmmm."

"And occasionally dragons have been known to eat princesses."

"You can eat me later ... Right now I just want you to know that every time I turn around I see you doing things that tell me you love me. What can I do in return, Dan. I don't have anything to offer like you do."

"Cindy, my dear, you are beautiful, intelligent, funny, and, if I may say so, of fine temperament. All I want from you is to be loved in return. And you show me that every day, too. You know Mizz Helen said she could see it before you moved in here. Said you didn't hide things very well."

"I know. She told me that, too. I tried. But when I see you, I get happy. If I'm already happy, I get happier. It's like we were made for each other."

"I think so, too, baby."

As she caressed my face and chest with one hand, the other picked up a remote and clicked us up some good music to relax by. Forty-five minutes passed. And it was time to get dressed.

I regarded the young lady I would escort to dinner. She was wearing a dress. A simple dress, simple lines, hemmed just above the knee, plain neckline stopping well short of being revealing. She fished through the drawers that held her belongings and retrieved a black elastic headband and placed it in her hair, pulling the sides back from her face, leaving her bangs hovering as if pointing to those startling green eyes. And a tiny dab of perfume behind each ear and at her throat and on each wrist. Her shoes were simple, too, flats, unembellished.

"Do I look okay?" she asked?

"You are the single most beautiful creature in the universe, baby!"

"No, seriously!"

"I AM serious. If somebody could crawl inside my brain and find every imprint of what I think is beautiful in a woman, it would all add up to YOU!"

"So I look okay?"

"You look perfect. Almost like I need to put you in a padded box so you won't break before I can get us to dinner."

"Nah," she smiled. The front seat of your truck will do fine."

"And, Dan, you look nice, too. I've never seen you wear a tie before." I was wearing a tie. And a jacket. I might be a grubby field engineer, but I can clean up pretty good.

We got in the truck, but first I moved the console out of the way so she could sit next to me. Soft, idle chit-chat occupied our short trip and we pulled up the drive to what I would have called a mansion. Two stories. Landscaped. Circular drive. I parked immediately behind Helen's minivan.

We rang the doorbell, standing together. Helen and the one I assumed to be the judge met us.

"Come in, come in," he said. Helen was smiling beside him. Helen cleaned up pretty nicely, too. Her grey hair was shoulder length, brushed pewter, and darned if she wasn't wearing makeup and it worked well for her. And she was wearing a DRESS. Helen. Who I never saw in anything but jeans and a man's shirt.

He reached out his hand. I shook it. "Charles Peebles. You must be Dan. And this ... this angel ... must be Miss Cynthia." He offered a hand to Cindy and she shook it. "Nice handshake, Cindy," He said. "You like being called Cindy, am I right?" He smiled broadly. Looked pretty darned solid for eighty-something.

"Yessir," said Cindy.

"Come, let's sit while the table is set for us."

""The table is set for us"? Like, I'm not expected to help out in the kitchen?"

Judge Peebles must have caught my puzzlement. "Oh, Dan, it's not that bad. I have a housekeeper, is all. And on the odd occasion that I have something special going on, she takes care of it for me. Her and her daughter do a fine job for me." We followed him to a formal sitting room, wainscoted walls and bookshelves, dripping with gentility. We sat, I with Cindy beside me, a chaste distance separating us, Helen and the judge in a love seat.

Cindy broke the conversational ice. "This is a perfectly lovely room, sir. You have a lot of books."

Judge Peebles chuckled. "Yes, young lady, I do. Been reading since I was a little one. But all this is law and it's not the kind of reading that you want to do on a fine cool evening."

The conversation rolled on, the judge's prodigious history in the local scene, a young attorney, county prosecutor and finally for the last twenty-five years, a state judge. He'd seen a lot, loved to talk, and told stories well.

A middle aged black woman appeared at the door. "Judge," she said, "dinner is ready."

The judge rose with Helen and I and Cindy followed them into a formal dining room. It wasn't set for a formal dinner, but it was several orders of magnitude above a slab of ribs on a paper plate. The judge held the chair for Helen and I did the same for Cindy. The judge motioned for me to be seated and seated himself. The same middle-aged black woman and another, younger version of the same appeared and placed salads in front of each of us. I noted the Cindy had correctly placed her napkin in her lap.

The judge bowed his head and the rest of us followed as he recited an old and familiar blessing before the meal. He raised a forkful of salad and the rest of us followed. After his first bite, he looked at me. "Dan, it's not that bad. The young lady who served you is the daughter of the older lady. She's the third generation that has worked for me here. I pay her mother well, and the young lady is starting pre-law at the university in the winter semester. She gets paid for tonight, also."

"Uh, oh, I didn't... , you know..." I stuttered.

"Yeah," said the judge, "You have been watching too many of those movies. Just because I'm an old white judge in Alabama doesn't mean I still keep slaves, Dan. I don't even like own a rebel flag."

"Judge..."

"You can call me Charley, Dan. Helen does. But I appreciate the thought."

"Charley, I guess I'm a bit overwhelmed. This is a nice place."

"I worked hard for it. Made some good investments, too, but even lawyers have to work."

"I know. I get the "you don't work with your HANDS" bit all the time."

He laughed. "Yes, yes. Helen tells me you're an engineer? Electrical engineer?"

"Yessir."

"Mighty fine," he said.

Dinner proceeded at a modest pace, everything prepared to perfection, soup, poached fish and vegetables for a main course, a delicious pie for dessert. We then returned to the sitting room.

"Helen," Charley said. "You're absolutely right. She is really a beautiful lady."

Cindy blushed. "Thank you, sir."

"Dan," he said to me, "Helen explained the whole case to me. She says she explained how and more to the point, why I felt the way I did about the way we chose to remedy the situation."

"Yessir, she did," I said. "I thank you for your understanding."

"I'm just an old country lawyer, Dan, and I'll be quite honest with you, sometimes the law is an ass. Take our particular interest here. Let's just say there WASN'T a law like that. You and your young lady there would be accepted. Maybe not totally the norm, but still within the realm of acceptability. But supposed the OTHER end of the spectrum happened, and some old guy FORCED a young girl into a situation? Don't you think I would jerk a knot in his butt?"

"Yessir," I said, "I see what you mean."

"Yep," the judge said, leaning back in his chair. "Dumbasses today are afraid to let people do what is right. They have to write more and more laws, and every law has its unintended consequences. You and Cindy there are one of them. But you don't worry here," he continued. "The district attorney, is, ah, my son. And he knows about his mom and me. And Helen and his Uncle Herb."

We continued conversation, listening to a few more stories, a couple that, well, they made me blush, and I saw Cindy blush, too. Finally, after finishing a good after dinner coffee, it was time to go. The judge and Helen escorted us to the front door. Cindy and I shook hands and thanked the couple for a good evening.

In the truck, Cindy tucked in tight against me. "How'd I do?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, did I do anything horrible, like bad manners or something?"

"No, princess, you were perfect. You listened attentively, joined the conversation appropriately and acted mature beyond you years. And this dinner was pretty much 'prime time' for a social event."

"Good!" she exclaimed. "I don't want to be uncouth in public."

"Well, you're not uncouth in private, either..."

Giggle. "We'll see..."

"Yeah," I countered. "The rules change in private."

"What about semi-public, like this, then?"

"Like what?"

"Like ridin' around in a truck in the dark."

"Okay, that's somewhat public."

"Then would THIS be uncouth?" She lifted her hips off the seat and slid her panties down her smooth legs. Checking that we were on a straight section of road, she passed her panties under my nose.

"Now that's not couth. Welcome, but not couth," I said as my nostrils flared. I loved the smell of this girl. And the little doll had dabbed just a hint of her perfume on her pubic mound. I could smell the fragrance mixed with her distinctive musk.

She laughed. "Dan, uh, hurry home."

"Uh, I was thinkin' of pullin' off on the side of the road..."

"Nuh-uh baby..." she said. "If I was wearing something else, I'd love to, but I really like this dress and we'd wreck it." She squeezed the lump in my pants. "Oooooohhhh ... baby ... Can you wait?"

"Yeah, little red-headed girl, but right now I'd do you in the middle of the town square at high noon."

"All because I took my panties off?"

"That's one thing. Second is what we did this morning before we left. And this afternoon. And how beautifully you shined this evening, and, yes, I desperately want you in my arms."

"Then hang on, buddy," she giggled. "I have the same desires." She punched the buttons on the truck's sound system. "Here, this'll help us relax..."

In the door of the trailer, I don't know whose clothes came off first. I do believe that they hadn't fluttered to the floor before two naked bodies entwined on the bed. Our mouths just as well have been welded together. My hands explored the silken skin. I opened my eyes in the middle of a kiss, looking past a freckled face to red hair curled around the back of her ear.

She opened her eyes too. "Uh, you're s'posed to kiss with your eyes closed..." Giggle.

"Then why were you looking?" I laughed.

"To see if YOU were looking."

"I was looking because I am still amazed at how beautiful you are. Even up close."

"That's an acceptable excuse," she chided. "Kiss me again." And again and again. My hand slid between our bodies, cupping over her plump pubic mound and a finger dipped into her cleft.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.

"So sweet," I whispered.

"Needs kisses," she returned. "Hmmm?"

"Oh, god, yes..." She swiveled around in the bed and pressed her wet pussy gently against my waiting lips. My tongue led the way into her, savoring the sweet, salty, tangy musk of her juices. I felt her hands grasp my dick as she moved down to take the head in her mouth. Her tongue and lips danced over it, then she grabbed behind the head with her teeth, exerting just precisely the right pressure to bring passion, not pain. My own tongue moved in her cleft to meet the pea-like head of her clitty. I flicked it lightly.

"Oh, god, Dan ... Make me come. Fast."

I know my Cindy and I knew that sucking the head of her clit between my lips was step one. The second step was lavishing licks on it with my tongue. Her moans rewarded me richly because she was holding my dick in her mouth as she went "Mmmmm."

I was getting close, but she went over the edge first. Hard. Her body stiffened, her back arched, her thighs gripping my face. "Gahhhh, babyyyyyy! Ohgodohgodohgod! Nnnnnnnnghhhhh!" I held her for some time, letting her ease down from her orgasm. I could tell when she was finished because the suction on the head of my dick returned. In earnest. Without distraction. I started to lick her again.

"Nuh-uh," I heard from the vicinity of my crotch. "Just let me..." And she kept at it. In a mere minute my hips were reaching uncontrollable stage, but her two-handed grip on the shaft of my dick kept me from shoving it into her mouth more than she was comfortable with. But my hip thrusts into her hands and lips, well, that was pushing me fast to the breaking point.

"Babe," I gasped, "it's getting close."

"I know that. I know MY baby!" And she kept on.

"Nnnnnnghhhh! Cindy! That's. IT!!!!" The first surge erupted into her mouth and she received it. I could feel her swallow. And the second, and third. And fourth. And then a gentle, draining suction as she drained me. The arms I had wrapped around her, holding her on top of me, they fell to my sides, limp. This was Cindy's cue to turn back around and mold herself against my side, pulling my arm around her.

"Mmmmmm. Mr. Dan, you sure do taste good!"

"Well, thank you, Cindy Sue! So do you!" I called her Cindy Sue whenever I wanted to get a slap and giggle. I got both. She twisted over me to plant a kiss on my mouth. She might have started it out as a peck, but it didn't stay that way as our tongues twined together.

She freed a hand to fondle my soft dick. "mmmmm, Dan, it's soft."

"No, really?" I said. "after you just turned me inside out with your mouth? How could it be soft?"

"You see," she said, "it's THAT way because it will ALL fit inside my mouth, and then when it's hard again, I have someplace else to put it." With that little declaration, she moved her lithe form down and true to her word, engulfed my soft dick in her mouth, sucking, prodding the soft flesh with her tongue, lightly chewing.

"Ohhhhhh, baby..." I moaned. "You are so wonderful."

"You're pretty wonderful yourself," she said, then popped me back into her mouth. A giggle escaped lips wrapped around my dick. "Mmmmm. You know how I LOVE it growing in my mouth?" More sucks. She pulled away, pressing the hardening staff back against my belly and she worked over the bottom with teeth, lips and tongue, and then directed her attention to my balls.

That was all it took. I was hard again. Cindy had met her goal, and her next step was to swing a leg over me and to impale herself on my dick. Seated herself, she did. Put her hands on her thighs, sitting up straight, looking down at me, smiling enigmatically. I slid my hands lovingly over her thighs, around the curve of that girlish ass, up her sides. She gave a little wiggle. And a giggle. "Just makin' sure it's in the right place," she teased.

"There's never ever going to be a place that is more right than where it is now..."

"Oh, I don't know," she giggled. "I liked where it was a few minutes ago, too."

"But where it is now, we can do THIS!" and I tugged her down to lay on top of me. I curled downward slightly to kiss her and she wrapped her arms round me. There, two bodies completely naked, completely molded together, mated.

"Yeah," she sighed, "There is THIS..." and kissed me again. For some moments we savored our coupling in stillness, and then those mobile hips of hers couldn't resist any longer. We thrust together; I slid in and out of her, my dick's slick upper surface sliding along her clit. After a minute of this she raised herself, placing her hands on my chest and her hips began in earnest again, and I met her back and forth slides with my own upward thrusts. We'd plunge at each other for a minute, then rest, then back at it for another minute, then another languorous kiss. After half a dozen of these cycles, I saw her eyes close and she started biting her bottom lip. The world ceased to exist for Cindy. The corners of her mouth turned up, hinting of pleasure through the passion.

That was the joy of our double-headers. She was putting me far into the fields of ecstasy. Twenty minutes before, I could not have held back an orgasm well before we reached this point, not with the joyous assault on my senses that was Cindy. Actually, I couldn't REALLY control it now; it's just that my second arousal in an hour and things just proceeded at a slower pace.

Little mewing sounds came from her closed lips, the pace of her thrusts took on a different cadence as she bottomed out, rubbing her clit against the base of my dick. I knew she was close. So was I. And I was trying with all my might to subdue my own orgasm until her first spasm. It came. So did I. Both of us. Cindy collapsed into my arms.

I held her, feeling the gentle squeezing and tugging her vaginal walls were putting on my dick as is dribbled the last of the semen deep inside her. We lay together without words for several minutes, my face against the top of her auburn head, tiny tendrils of her perfume mixing in my nostrils along with the heady musk of our copulation.

Finally I felt her head move away from its repose on my chest. She pulled back to regard my face, and I saw a tear tracing a path down her cheek.

"What's wrong, my baby?" I asked.

"Absolutely nothing, my lover," she said. "I can't be more perfectly happy."

"Me, too, baby. Me too."

"You don't understand yet, Dan."

"What don't I understand?"

"What it's like for me. It's been such a rush, but in the last month and a half you've made me alive. Tonight, I mean. Do you know what it meant that YOU brought me with you to meet people? Just like today."

"Cindy," I said, taking her face gently between my hands. I kissed her gently on the forehead. "Don't you know I LOVE you? You're going with me everywhere. It's that forever thing, baby."

"I know," she said quietly. "But Dan, sometimes I just can't believe it's true. And just so you know, I'd bring you everywhere, too."

"I believe you would, little one."

"Yeah," she said. "I would. It's funny, sometimes, 'cuz I listen to other girls talkin' in class about boyfriends an' stuff, and I close my eyes for a minute and I think of YOU. And YOU are what they WISH their boyfriends were like." She smiled. "And YOU! You don't want me just to be your girlfriend because we have sex. You make me part of your life."

"You're wrong, baby."

"How am I wrong?"

"When we became an "us", it means you and me share our lives. You ARE my life."

"Good!" shad whispered. Kissed me. "Very much good." She moved a little and I could feel cool air hit the parts of us still wet and sticky from our coupling. So could she.

"Should I get a towel? We have a mess."

"AH!" she squealed in mock distress. "We make love. I share my deepest, VERY deepest emotions with you. My body. And YOU want to wipe it all up with a scratchy old TOWEL?" Her eyes twinkled and her mouth formed a smirk that morphed into a smile. "I, sir, can clean up MY end of the mess! Can you?"

As she was spinning around I said, "Yes, but that's how this all got started." Then the power of speech left me as her lips and tongue started lapping up our combined juices from my pubic mound, my dick and my balls. I was presented with a pink pussy still partially open from recent penetration, glistening with her juices, and white fluid escaping from its depths.

"Oh, well," I thought, "I put it there, I can get it out." And I covered her pussy with my mouth, sucking gently, moving juices from her sweet folds to my mouth. And when I finished the housework, I let my tongue play with her clit, teasing her into her third orgasm of the evening.

Spent, together in each other's arms, I reached over and punched the button on the stereo to fill the room with the strains of a symphony as we moved off into slumber together.

The morning came, the sun banging against the blinds-covered windows being our wake-up call. I woke up first, years of "get up and go to work" having been embedded in my psyche. I regarded the gentle, soft form in bed beside me. That red hair that was flawless perfection the previous evening was arranged in fragrant and beautiful disarray on the pillow, a few strands whisping forward over her cheek. Her eyes were closed, still in slumber and her mouth, those pink lips, also still closed, a barest hint of smile on her lips. I brushed back the stray strands. She stirred.

I slid my hand under the sheets and touched her side gently, then let it wander around over her ribcage to cup over a perfect breast. A fingertip gently took measure of her nipple. I lingered there for a few moments then my hand wild downward over the flat softness of her belly to the light fuzz covering her pubic mound, her 'muffin' as we called it when playing together. The tip of my finger found the beginning of her slit. I ran my fingertip down the entire length of her slit without entering between those sweet lips.

She rolled over on her back, her eyes opening, smiling. "Do you know," she said, "that the last words out of my mouth last night were "I love you"?"

"Yes, I do know that. And I want to start your morning by telling you that I love you, too." And we kissed.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "That always tastes so good in the morning."

"Yes you do," I answered.

"Reminds me of breakfast. As in where are we going?" Saturday breakfast was our norm.

"No place, dressed like that." She was uncharacteristically completely naked. We usually slept in nightshirts.

"Then get up and get dressed, lover," she commanded as she stood beside our bed. I complied.

We took turns in the tiny bathroom, brushing teeth, washing face, etc. When I got out, she was dressed in jeans and a loose athletic shirt, sneakers. She was sitting there brushing the night out of her hair when I finished dressing myself in something only slightly less casual. I think the difference was that my shirt didn't have a team logo. When she finished brushing, she stood up.

I took advantage of the moment to step toward her, but she already had the same idea and we wrapped up in each other's arms. After all, we still had to work around that whole "he's forty-something, she's ONLY fourteen" thing. I suppose that somebody could've staked out the RV park and noted that Cindy was a permanent fixture in my trailer, but they didn't. She did have her own official room at Helen's house, but that bed had never been slept in.

Anyway, out the door we went, headed to the local diner. By now the waitresses knew us. As far as they were concerned, I was that engineer fellow who was staying at the RV park and Cindy was Mizz Helen's (Everybody knew Mizz Helen) foster kid and my "little buddy". Whether anyone took our constant relationship past that point, I don't know. Nobody ever said anything. They knew Mizz Helen had the park to run on weekends and they knew that Cindy and I were always talking about her school stuff and my work stuff, and that was pretty much it.

So when we walked in on this Saturday morning, nothing was different. Waitress saw us walk in and told us to pick a booth. When she showed up at the table she was holding two coffee mugs and a carafe of pretty good coffee. We ordered breakfast.

"What are we doin' today, Dan," Cindy asked.

"Having breakfast and then going back to the park to pack up for the night."

"For the night?"