What a delightful thing, having Cindy in the house with me. Two weeks into our relationship we were less awkward around each other. That's a good thing when the 'house' is an 8x35 foot travel trailer. But snug was okay. The bed was queen-sized, HUGE for me by myself, but perfect for me and my Cindy. We had a sofa we could share, the dinette, a little floor space. The big drawback was the bathroom.

Even though my customized trailer had, for these things, a HUGE shower, it was big enough for ONE. No way two people could fit. So showers this evening were solo. Of course, that doesn't keep a certain little girl from sticking her head in the curtain and giggling as her hand reached for random appendages.

And with curtains drawn around the trailer, we could do nude for a little while before I got into my shorts and T-shirt and she got her nightshirt and panties. We sat on the sofa together. Really together. As in, if I move, she moves with me. Like we're stuck together. And I'm loving it.

Bedtime. We straightened the sheets and comforter and turned them back.

"Uh, Dan," she says.

I look at my angel. Hair still wet. Note to self. Buy a hair dryer. "Yes, love?"

"D'you have to sleep in your underwear?"

"My shoulders get cold..."

"Your pants."

"No, I guess not. Why?"

"I'm takin' mine off. Take yours off."

"Sure." The underwear went on the nightstand beside the bed. Hers went on the other side.

A CD with soothing classical sounds went into the player and the sound went to background levels. As I slid under the sheets next to her, I switched out the lights. She formed herself against me as I lay on my back. Her hand traced down my chest, across my stomach and soft fingers wrapped up my dick, idly fondling.

"Mmmm," she said. "Almost perfect..."

"Just 'almost'?"

"Yeah. Perfect would be if this was every night for the rest of our lives..."

"Yes it would. Now go to sleep. The alarm's set for six. We'll get up, go to breakfast, and I'll drop you off back here so you can catch the bus, just like normal."

She stroked my fresh-shaven face with her hand, scooted up and kissed me. "Even the music is perfection. What is that one?"

"Moonlight Sonata. Beethoven."

The alarm came all too soon and the two of us jumped out of bed, dressing at opposite ends of the trailer to take advantage of the space. Fifteen minutes. Then in the truck and two miles up the road to the little diner that was often a breakfast stop for me. Waitress eyed my companion. She knew me. "Ain't that the little Smith girl? Donna's her mom?"

"Yeah, I said. This is my buddy. Promised her a breakfast if she did good in school."

"Oh ... Well, hi, hon. Whatcha want."

"Pancakes," said Cindy.

"And I'll do that too,"I said. "She gets milk an' orange juice. I get milk an' coffee."

The place was fast. A thirty percent tip every day helped that along. We were out the door and back in the RV park in forty-five minutes. As we were pulling in, I noted that the pickup truck of Donna's old boyfriend was leaving. I took the long way around to Cindy's place, making sure that he'd continued down the road.

I dropped Cindy off and drove to work. And every now and then during the day, I'd think of my little doll and I'd get pleasant feelings from the top of my head to, well, you know...

Things were going well on the project. They didn't need me there all day, so I left in mid-afternoon. Took advantage of that event to make a grocery run. Bought more TV dinners. And a hair dryer.

Back at the RV park, I stopped in the office. I was greeted by Helen.

"Hey, Dan, you're early."

"Yeah," I said. "Sometimes I can get away with it. How's things?"

"Pretty much the same as yesterday. An' you?"

"Great!"

"An' Cindy?"

"Took her to breakfast this morning. She was fine then."

Helen smiled. "Dan, we got to do something about that young lady. You seen that red pickup come through here?"

"Yeah. Her mom's old boyfriend. That's what Donna said, anyways."

"Yeah, I remember her seein' him back early in the year. I worry that he's gonna show up, an' no Donna, but here's this sweet little girl..."

"You really think?"

"I have my suspicious mind, you know. Watch too many a' them TV shows." She continued. "An' I notice that Donna's not just stayin' out all night on weekends. Her car wasn't here this mornin'."

"Yeah," I fibbed. "That's why I took Cindy to breakfast."

Helen cocked an eye at me. How much of that did she believe?

"Cindy needs somebody to take care of her. Looks like that ain't her mom, you know."

"I know. It's kinda sad. She's such a charmer."

Another look from Helen. "You need a daughter?"

"Like a hole in the head. Besides, what judge in his right mind would sign an adoption for THAT fourteen year old cutie to some forty year old single guy?"

"You might be surprised."

"An' do you honestly think that Donna's gonna sign over her own daughter?"

"Dan," said Helen, "I think that if Donna had just a teeny bit of encouragement, she'd be happy to get shed of that responsibility. You know, I could see that happening."

"And," I said, that's step one. What about step two?"

"Like I said, my husband was quite a character. You might think that runnin' an RV park ain't much, but Herb Hardison knew a lot of people. Folks liked him. Even a few judges he used to take huntin' an' fishin'. Old men that still owe favors to the right people."

"But I don't need a daughter, Helen. I travel."

"Remember what I told you about me an' my husband. About an older man takin' a young girl out of a bad situation? Maybe NOT a daughter."

"Helen," I said, "that's thinkin' that would get me twenty years in prison."

"Suppose now, just suppose, that I was her legal guardian. Court order. If 'er mom released her." Helen watched my face. "Do you think that I would let you hurt her?"

"Well, no..."

"So if you drove off with her, do you think I'd let that happen if I thought you'd hurt her?"

"No. but..."

"Dan, I'm not stupid. I watch you two. You smile when you're together. An' it's not a "father-daughter" smile, or a "big brother-little sister" smile. An' your face changes when you talk about her. Your eyes. An' she ain't learnt to be subtle yet, so she just bubbles." Helen's eyes twinkled. "If you two haven't already tied up, you're too damn close to count. Am I right?"

I didn't say anything.

"I'm right." She smiled.

"Helen," I said, "I'm not a dirty old man takin' advantage of helpless little girls. Honest. It's not like that."

"Dan, Dan, Dan, you're awful dumb for an engineer, bud. You're not listening at all. I watched her. I watched you. You an' me talked an' I had you figured for a decent fellow. Cindy's been here for years. I know her like one of my own. One of my own. If one of my daughter's woulda come home with you doin' the "Momma, we're getting married" thing, I'd have been very happy."

"Thanks, Helen. I appreciate that."

"Dan, that's not the half of it. Two or three weeks after you moved in, before school started, Cindy'd come in here every day an' ask about you. We noticed things together. You go to work. You come here. I've had construction guys in this park before, and they was always carousing and goin' out an' bringin' women back here. An' you didn't do none a' that. We both noticed."

I mused, "I didn't know I was being observed."

"Hah, you know me. I ain't got nothin' else to do. But Cindy, she was, like, "Mizz Helen, do you think he's nice?" an' "He's good lookin'" an' "guys like that, they make good husbands, huh?" and Dan, I think somebody set her sights on you. And then you turned Donna down. Flat! Cindy's..."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm serious. So you got a very precious little thing there, an' I don't want to see her broken. No way."

"I would never do that, Helen. I've been tearing myself apart over this. I have one thing telling me "no" and another thing telling me "yes"...

"And if I was her guardian, Dan, when she turned sixteen I'd have you an' her in the courthouse getting' married."

"You think?" There was hope.

"So what do we do for her birthday?" Helen laughed. "An' then ya'll have to make it through the next seven hundert an' thirty days..."

We made it through the week with homework sessions until eight. Cindy's mom had come back Tuesday and hadn't gone to work for the rest of the week. Cindy risked nothing. She dutifully transported books to my place, we did homework, Wednesday we went out for pizza afterward, but none of the roaring sex sessions like Monday night, just on the outside chance that Donna still had enough of a sense of smell to detect the odor of a freshly fucked teen.

Friday evening Cindy came over toting a shopping bag. She stepped into the trailer and extended it. "My birthday from Mom."

I looked at a pretty decent little set of clothes. "At least she got you something," I said.

"Yeah," said Cindy. "I suppose so." She clicked the lock behind her. And smiled demurely at me. And ran into my arms.

"Hello, there, my almost fourteen year old doll," I said, kissing her. "So, what's wrong? You're not smiling..."

"Oh, Dan, you know me an' Mom have been havin' trouble lately. She was just kinda mean today before she left. Told me she'd be married if she didn't have all the extra burdens. She was talkin' about me..."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." I held her.

"I just want to be held right now."

I guided her to the sofa and pulled her down beside me. She turned into my arms, then backed up into my lap, sideways, head on my shoulder. I wrapped her in my arms and gently kissed the top of her auburn head.

I felt the silent sobs. "Baby, nobody should cry on their birthday."

"Tomorrow's my birthday. An' tonight I just wish I could run away." Another sob. "I really try, Dan. Honest. I clean up, I even cook. I do the laundry. I don't cause trouble. An' she treats me like an obstacle to her life. It didn't use to be so bad, but since I turned twelve, every day it gets a little worse. But I tried..."

"I know, baby ... Sometimes people just aren't right."

Quiet voice. "Hold me, Dan."

And I whispered, "I love you, my Cindy forever."

"I need you, Dan..."

"What you mean, you need me?"

"You're, like, my life..."

"And you're mine."

"Dan," she said, sitting up, looking at me with a serious face, "You need to know that I WANT to be yours."

And a tornado of thought was going through my head. Damn it! She was fourteen. I was haplessly, hopelessly smitten with her. And she was fourteen. And what was I supposed to do? Give my heart to her? She had it. And there was a black corner of despair there, too, as in "Dan, in a year she's gonna be tired of you. And you're gonna be seriously screwed, in more ways than one."

"Cin, my love," I asked, "What does forever mean to you?"

"Forever. Is forever."

Cindy, darlin', I'm not just in this for a few weeks or a few months ... I want forever, too. But I'm way ahead of you in age. When you turn twenty-one, I'll be almost fifty. You'll be a beautiful young lady. What will you do with a fifty-year old husband?"

"Husband? As in, you'd MARRY me?"

"If we were together when you're twenty-one, we'd have been married five years."

"You'd marry ME?"

"Haven't I told you that?"

"We talked about marryin' an' laws an' stuff, but you never just said we'd be married..." Squeal. Her demeanor changed from the sadness of moments before to that twinkly-eyed doll whose smile could melt glaciers. "Dan," she smiled, "D'you love me, like, marryin' an' forever?"

"My dear," I answered, "what do you think I was just asking? I worry that I give you my heart at fourteen and at fifteen or sixteen or seventeen you decide that you're more attracted to people your own age ... It hurts to give away your heart and have it dropped in the street. I know." It was my turn to get teary. Flashes back to happy times. First marriage. And previous girlfriend, who I thought was carrying me out of the loss of my first wife. And then the darkness I had to dig myself out of, and the first ray of sunshine, well, in my heart I knew that ray of sunlight was Cindy.

"Oh, Dan," she said, "Is that a tear?"

"I'm sorry, Cin. Sometimes things get a little too much for me. I don't know if you understand what you mean to me, baby."

Cindy kissed my tears away. "Dan," she said, "I will never leave you. Forever. Like stars in the sky forever." And the next kiss wasn't on a teardrop. It was full on my lips, and the tongue that slid through her parted lips, touched my lips, and met my own tongue, It wasn't wanton, it was tender, yes, tender, caring in a way that belied the youth of its owner. She finally pulled away.

"Dan, you're so wonderful to me. But you know what really did it?"

"No. What?"

She smiled as if she were reliving a dream. "The other night when we went to bed, and you put that beautiful music on an' we held each other. I went to sleep in your arms with not a care. The sounds were perfect. The feelings were perfect. An' you holdin' me so gentle an' sweet was perfect."

"You make me feel good."

"That too!" And a mischievous grin. And a peck of a perfect little kiss. And from six inches away, her face was angelic perfection. "An' are we finished bein' serious? What's for dinner?"

"Let's get in the truck and figure it out on the road..."

Cindy climbed in on the passenger side and was buckled in. I climbed in, and off we went. "Catfish?" I asked.

"Uh-huh ... That's great!" So we went off to a local fried catfish emporium and had a happy supper.

Back in the truck on the way home. Cindy was humming. I thought I recognized the sound. "What are you humming?"

"That song the other night ... Moonlight something..."

"Moonlight Sonata?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Ya know, that was absolutely perfect for the mood I was in..."

I smiled. "I didn't think that teenaged girls did Beethoven."

"I'm not your normal teenaged girl. I know what I want in life. And I have already found the man of my dreams. And I'm gonna make things happen for both of us."

I noted the confident sound of her voice as she said this. The remainder of the trip was talk about school, about friends, who was smart, who wasn't, which teachers seemed to like what they were doing, boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.

"How do you feel when girls your age are holding hands with boys and have dates an' stuff?" I asked. The answer could be very scary for me.

"Hah! They don't have my Dan. Some of those girls are so petty. It's all about clothes and stars an' music an' dancin' an' silly stuff. And the BOYS ... I've had enough of teenaged boys already, except they were older'n that an' acted like teenaged boys. Mom dated enough of 'em for me to know what's on their minds. Most of 'em are so stupid. An' even the ones that are smart in school ... well, there isn't anything ... I don't feel like that, Dan. I see 'em pairin' up an' breakin' up and churnin' through life, an' that's not what I want."

"Yeah? What do you want?" I glanced at her and returned my eyes to the road.

"You. An' I wanna finish high school an' go to college, an' I wanna work on my job an' have people want me to come work for 'em like they do for you."

"Baby," I said, "I'm not that successful. I'm just a grubby field engineer that solves problems. And travels."

"Yeah," she said. "Maybe I could be your assistant. They have girl engineers too..."

I smiled, flattered. "Engineering is sort of tough in college. Lots of math and stuff that just seems totally useless, but you still have to learn it."

"You don't think I'm smart enough?"

That was far from my assessment based on watching her work through lessons. "Yeah, right! You're plenty smart. But you're gonna have to buckle down in school. Too many teachers let kids slide. You're not going to slide through school and go to college and be an engineer. Not a good one."

She caught me glancing at her again. "You know," she grinned, "I think I know just who might help me..."

We pulled into the RV park next to my trailer. I did a quick look around to see if anyone was watching, then we got out and went right inside. September nights. It would have been nice to spread a blanket under the stars, except for maybe a million mosquitoes. I filed away that "blanket under the stars" idea for future.

Inside, I watched Cindy strip down for her shower. Naked, she spun in front of me, knowing how I doted on her sweet body. Fourteen. Curves forming quite nicely. Little breasts, still growing, arrogant in their rampant firmness. Her nipples were like little strawberries perched perfectly atop creamy mounds. Her spine swept down her back to a perfectly symmetrical ass, her cheeks softly rounding. And those legs. My Cindy was a leggy thing, and her legs were firm and muscular. I was thinking that the pool every afternoon was as good for her as it was for me.

While she showered, I cleaned up my breakfast mess in the kitchenette. When she got out, she came out of the tiny bathroom with a towel around her.

"Modest?" I asked, "All of a sudden?"

"No, silly. Cold. You keep it cold in here!"

"Oh. Want me to turn it up?"

"Noooo! We seem to have a way of buildin' up heat..."

I handed her the hair dryer I bought for her. She smiled.

"You bought this for ME?"

"Hey, it's just a hair dryer. Not a new car."

"Yeah, but that means that you went someplace durin' the day an' thought of me."

"Darlin," I said, "it's a bigger trick tryin' to find out when I'm NOT thinking of you."

She was drying her hair while I showered. When I came out, she was sitting on her towel on the sofa, completely nude, her hair dried and combed to lustrous perfection. I dried off and moved to join her.

She patted her lap. "Put your head here," she commanded.

I laid back on the sofa and lay my head in her lap, facing up. She petted me, stroking her long fingers over my face, smiling down at me the whole time. "I think we need each other, Dan," she said.

We watched some movie on TV until ten. When the last program's credits were rolling, my Cindy suggestively dragged the underside of a beautiful young breast across my ear. "Dan," she said, "can we go to bed now?"

"Yes, baby..." I sat up from my position on the sofa. Cindy stood and stretched, unconsciously exhibiting the sweetness of her young teen form. I stood and scooped her into my arms for a kiss.

As we threaded our way to the bedroom end of the trailer, Cindy mentioned in passing, "Oh, I didn't tell you about school today, did I?"

"Noooo. What? Tests?"

"Yeah, sorta. But these tests were those IQ an' something they called "placement". Why do you think I had to take 'em? There were only two of us from my class, me an' some geeky guy..."

"Maybe they think you're different. I think you're a lot smarter than a lot of kids that I've known that were your age."

"Ya think?"

"Yeah, I think. This week, when did you REALLY need help with your homework? No, don't answer just yet. I mean REALLY need it, not just an excuse to come over here?"

"But I really like coming over here..."

"That's not what I'm sayin', sweetie. You have this stuff figured out. Last week you needed a poke or two to get started, but that's because you didn't pay attention before, huh?"

"Nope. Nobody cared if I made C's ... Mom just wanted me gone every day an' didn't want any trouble from school."

"And that's changed now?" I questioned.

"Yeah, you're smart. An' I wanted to be smart like you. It's important now." She smiled sweetly as she knelt in the middle of what used to be my lonely bed. Cindy made it a nest.

"I thought you were smart about the second time we sat at the pool and talked, baby."

This got me a smile. "An' cute, too, huh?"

"Yeah. Very much cute. And it bothered me. Forty-something year old guys aren't supposed to spend a lot of time thinking about cute teenaged girls."

More smiles, then a giggle, and arms around my neck, and a whisper in my ear. "Maybe thirteen year old girls weren't supposed to be thinking about forty year old guys, either, you know."

I parlayed a hug into a long kiss. That got an "Mmmmm" from Cindy. "And here we are," she said, "In bed, naked." And she pushed me onto my back, giggling. "An' I have YOU!"

"And I have you, and that's like the best thing that ever happened in my whole life."

"Really, Dan?" her brow wrinkled. "I know you were married before, an' you told me you loved her."

What a time for a serious discussion, what with a naked, lithe and lively teen female astraddle me. But if my Cindy wanted to talk, we'd talk. "I did, Cindy. I really did. But that was different. We were both in school, and just sort of fell in together. It was pleasant, and convenient and very much just the way I thought things should be."

"Uh-huh," she said.

"And there are a lot worse things than just having somebody who meets the requirements. Yeah, we were as happy as we should have been. And probably that's how it would have been. Then there was the accident. And I lost her and our daughter." I sighed. "But you're different. Oh so different."

"Don't get sad, Dan. I love you. Forever. Okay?"

"Yes, my little angel. You've brought light to my life, you know."

"And, Dan," she said, all of a sudden sounding very serious and mature, "you have rescued me. Just please, Dan, tell me you won't leave me behind, okay?"

"Leave you behind? Never..."

"But in February you're gonna be finished here, Dan."

"I'm not leaving my Cindy forever behind..." I kissed her face, cradling it in my hands, looking, drinking in those green eyes where I wanted to see happiness.

"Dan, I need to be with you. You know what it means, I sleep here, and I sleep all night, an' I don't jerk ever time I hear a noise because I'm by myself, or because one a' Mom's boyfriends might want a feel."

"That's happened to you?"

"Yeah," she said. "An' I screamed bloody murder."

"What'd your mom do?"

"Hmph," she snorted, "she actually threw him out. An' then chewed me out because she said he was a "good one"."

"I'm sorry, baby," I said.

"That's what I mean, Dan." She looked at me thoughtfully. "I don't know much about sex, but I've heard people doin' it for years an' I knew it could be fun, but I knew that it could be bad, too, an' I heard THAT too, an' I didn't wanna do it just to do it."

"But why me?"

"'Cuz you're my love. Really. An' it's s'posed to go with love, huh?"

"Yes it is, baby. Yes it is."

"An' you didn't ever make a move on me or even ACT like you wanted to do things to me. You just wanted to be my friend an' take care of me. An' I found out you loved me."

"Yeah, I found out I loved you, too, but what could I do with a thirteen year old girl?"

"Let her love you back. An' this is part of love." And "this" was a kiss. With a female form impressing itself full length down my body. Her hands swept up onto my chest, cupping my breasts just like I loved cupping hers, but she used the purchase to push herself back up to straddling me. The smile was enigmatic, a kaleidoscope of love, happiness and lust, reinforced by her nether regions sliding slightly downward to impress a hot, wet pussy on my hardening dick.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, "you are absolutely perfect, dearest."

"You are, too, Dan. I love how you fill me." She fell fully forward, laying on top of me. She was too short for us to kiss like this, but she wrapped her arms around me and tugged me over sideways and kept rolling, pulling me over her. "You never did get on top of me before, Dan..."

"I wanted you to be able to control things, baby," I said. "I don't want to hurt you or force you."

Serene smile. And a giggle. She said, "I just climbed on top of you and put you inside me, so I'm pretty sure you're not forcing me. An' I don't think you will hurt me. An' I want you to push that thing in me. Hard."

I pushed. She pushed back. Hard. Pubic bones met. And active little hips swiveled her pussy around on my dick as I withdrew and pushed back in and there was another hard push...

"Like that, baby," she hissed. "Hard. I want it. I want YOU!"

In this position I could arch my back. I did, in response to her hands gripping the sides of my face pulling me to her hungry mouth. Our lips met, tongues met, locked, breathing synched to the thrusts of our hips as we mated lustily. She broke the kiss. "Nnnn, Dan! It's happenin'! Push! Hard!" And she pulled my face toward hers again. Our mouths locked together and I felt her breathing pattern change as I kissed my Cindy into and through her orgasm. She pulled away just as I started squirting my own liquid fire into her hot pussy.

My diminishing strokes as I wound down from my own orgasm coincided with her change back to consciousness. I rolled over onto my back with my lover in my arms.

"Mmmmmm," she said, then she punched me on my arm. "Dammit, Dan, why've you been keepin' THAT from me?"

"Uh, little girls shouldn't say 'dammit', sweetie," I said. "Only nice things should come out of that mouth."

My softening dick popped out of her wet pussy. With a giggle, she turned, saying, "Somethin' real GOOD is gonna pop IN this mouth." She attacked my dick with lips and tongue and suction. I was presented with a happy, soppy, juicy pussy, and it didn't matter in the least to me that half the juice leaking out of it was mine. My tongue went right into it, leading the way for my mouth to fasten over it and start sucking. A couple of minutes and my tongue started teasing on the pea-like head of her clit.

That mobilized those hips and got me a moan from lips still wrapped around my dick. I kept licking. I thought I knew what my Cindy liked. Her pelvis slamming her pussy into my face affirmed the thought. Gamely she kept sucking on me, but I was determined to break her concentration. And I succeeded. I lost the feel of her sucking mouth on my dick as she pulled it out of her mouth.

"Nnnn, don't stop. I'm afraid to bite you. Nnnnn. Don't. Stop!"

I licked away.

"Nnnnnnngghhhhh! Ahhhh! Dan! Baby! Ahhhhhhh! I'm commminnngggg!" And she did. I knew she was nearing normal when I felt lips cover my dick. "Mmmmmm, baby, you make me feel so good." She turned in the bed, smeared against me, propped on one elbow, stroking my face with her free hand.

We cuddled for a while, letting the clock push midnight, kissing, caressing, giggling, winding down together in wonderful concert.

"Baby," she said, "can I have a t-shirt? My shoulders get cold at night."

"Sure, baby," I said, "Here." I'd foreseen this little need and I had put a pair of t-shirts on the shelf by the head of the bed.

We both pulled them over our heads and I surveyed her, shiny auburn hair, angelic face punctuated with those green eyes. I scooped her to me for another kiss. She pulled me down onto the bed. "Get the covers," she whispered. "An' put some music on."

"Okay, dearest. Let's try this." I punched up the beginnings of Beethoven's "Pastorale", and to the soaring strains of great music we went to sleep together.