   Summary: F/b Pedo. Cons. No sex, only exhibition.

   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.

   Light pedo.  Very slow but beautiful story.  If you only want to whack,
start at second half of 04.


   Title: Best Friends 02
   Author: Pedro Feelya

   There was daylight outside, and it was still very cold when Mrs. 
Stemens sat up beside me.  When I sleepily looked up at her, she was
staring at me.  She wore a thin pink flannel nightgown.  She reached over
me grabbed a big light blue down jacket.  She put this on over her
nightshirt, and then pulled on some sweat bottoms in a way that I couldn't
see anything.

   She crawled out without a word as I lay there, half-asleep.  My dad had
always been first up and started a fire.  Now it was my job.  The hardest
part about the mountains is getting up in the morning.

   Suddenly I realized that I had nothing to wear.  My wet clothes were
outside somewhere.  I grabbed one of Mrs.  Stemens' jackets and wrapped it
around me.  I crawled outside.  She wasn't there; probably in the
outhouses. I snuck over to my backpack and quickly got dressed.  I threw
her jacket back into her tent and went to go find firewood.  It wasn't too
far in the opposite direction from the lake.  I gathered what we needed and
headed back.

   Mrs.  Stemens was digging in the trunk of her car when I came back
carrying a large pile of wood.  She stood and looked at me.  She had
brushed her hair into golden soft flowing curls.  Without makeup and stupid
jewelry on, and in the morning sunlight, she was the most beautiful woman I
had ever seen.  She got a strange funny look on her face when she looked at
me.  I would never forget a single detail of what happened that night for
the rest of my life and I didn't know what to say to her.  I turned and
started to make a fire.

   A lighter lights the dry grass, which lights the dead moss, which lights
the dried twigs, which lights the bark, which lights progressively larger
branches.  I used nothing fresh because I didn't want too much smoke.

   At the table she had a bowl of premixed pancake mix and fresh eggs.  I
came over to help but the air seemed uncomfortable around us.  She had
brought an expensive aluminum pan, but I said it wouldn't work and would
get ruined.  I used a metal spatula that I had brought and scraped down the
flat plate on one side of the campsite stove/BBQ.  For decades people had
grilled meats here and the oils had soaked deep into the cast iron metal.
The heat would kill any germs.  It was awhile before water dripped on it
sizzled away.

   I started to talk to Mrs.  Stemens about breakfast and the food we
brought.  She seemed relieved and she relaxed and we chatted.  By the way
she tried to prepare the batter it didn't look like she knew how to cook. I
kinda took over.

   I put a pot of water directly into the fire.  The hot water would be for
the hot chocolate I brought.  I sliced thin slices of summer sausage and
fried the oil out of them.  I then poured the pancake batter out really
slow to make the pancakes thicker and waited until all the bubbles popped
before flipping them.  The eggs came last since they were quick.

   Mrs.  Stemens had forgotten salt and pepper, but I had plenty.  I never
forgot salt when backpacking.  When you sweat a lot out, you need it.

   I looked at her too often, and she would catch me looking at her, but
said nothing.

   Teddy's mom called him out of bed just before breakfast was ready.  He
stumbled out of the tent with his hair going in every direction.  He was
excited and happy, and he was amazed at the breakfast.  The breakfast was
great.  Mrs.  Stemens liked hot chocolate as much as we did.

   We talked mostly about the things that we could do.  Teddy didn't
mention what happened to me the night before and I hoped he'd forget about
it.  Teddy wanted to hike around the lake today.

   I don't think I have ever stayed at a lake that I didn't hike around.  I
always brought a smaller day pack with me so we loaded it up with food and
stuff.  Teddy and his mom got dressed.  She came out of her tent in new
hiking boots, jeans shorts, and a lumberjack flannel shirt.  She looked
built for the mountain, except that the shorts were so short you could see
some of her butt peaking from the bottom.



   I led the way and avoided the creek and we went straight to the lake. 
We found one lethargic snake and chased Mrs.  Stemens around with it.  She
screamed like a little girl.  She had to threaten us with throwing us into
the lake before we stopped.

   Most of the hike we were able to stay right on the shoreline.  It was
fantastically beautiful.  I couldn't keep my eyes off Mrs.  Stemens.  Every
time she looked at me, she caught me staring.  I should have blushed and
looked away, but I couldn't.  I liked her a lot and wanted to be near her.

   We could have gone a lot faster, but Teddy wanted to stop and see every
chipmunk, every bear turd, and every deer track.  I showed them the pine
tree that smells like vanilla, and the miners' lettuce and a few mushrooms
that were safe to eat.  We must have skipped a hundred flat rocks on the
lake.  Teddy won for the most skips with 18 skips.  Then we would find
different pieces of driftwood and imagine what each looked like.  Almost
every piece looked like a gun or a sword.

   About mid-morning the sun really started to get warm.  Teddy and I took
off our jackets and put them in the pack.  Mrs.  Stemens kept commenting
that she didn't think it would get this warm.  She was wiping sweat off her
forehead.  Finally she made one last comment that she didn't think it would
get this warm and she unbuttoned her flannel shirt and took it off.

   Mrs.  Stemens wore a tight tank top t-shirt underneath and her nipples
stood out like buttons.  I looked away, trying to be nice, and saw Teddy do
the same.  I could tell he was a little uncomfortable.  We kept hiking and
nobody said anything about it, but every time I looked at her my stomach
got that warm burning feeling.



   I noticed a hawk.  "Mrs.  Stemens, look up there."

   She exploded at me.  "Stop calling me that."

   "What?"

   "Mrs.  Stemens.  It makes me feel 50 years old.  I was only married two
years." Then her voice softened and was full of friendliness.  "My name is
Chrissy."

   I had never called a parent by their first name.

   "Chrissy" I tried it on for size.  Suddenly she wasn't as old anymore.

   "Yes." She smiled at me.  She wasn't acting like an adult; she was now
one of us.

   Teddy had been listening and I looked at him.  He was smiling proudly.
His mom liked his best friend.

   We stopped for a short while and had a picnic on the rocks jutting out
into the lake.  I found that facing Teddy's mom, Chrissy, was very
difficult without staring at her big breasts.  She caught me staring as
always, and I quickly looked away.  I was caught.  She didn't say anything
and she didn't try to hide them.  I looked back up at her face to see if
she was upset.  She smiled warmly at me and gave a tiny shrug.  It was
totally okay with her.  I could look all I wanted.  I thought about all the
men who wanted to look at her chest and I wondered if she had ever let
them.

   We were well over halfway around the lake when Mrs.  Stemens, I mean
Chrissy, started complaining about her hiking boots.  We sat down and she
took her boots and her thin socks off.  Her feet had red spots and it
looked like some skin had been rubbed away.

   They were new boots and she didn't know any better.  You have to
break-in boots before you can hike in them.  I never even wore hiking boots
because they were too heavy.  I didn't know what they helped.  I always
wore my regular tennis shoes.

   But, I was taught to always wear really thick cotton socks.  I took off
my socks and gave them to Chrissy.  I was proud that she accepted my
slightly used socks.  We then loosened all the laces and lightly tied her
boots back on.  We went slower, and she winced now and then, but I think it
wasn't too bad.  Besides, what could we do?  We were over halfway around
the lake and there were no roads.

   Soon we came to the inlet of the lake.  It was beautiful.  The light
breeze swirled around the shimmering Birch trees, lush green grass and
flowers, and a wandering stream.  I knew what the beauty really hid. 
Marsh; mud up to your hips and wide shallow streams.

   Teddy and his mom wanted to go right across, but when Teddy sank one
foot up to his ankle in black mud, they believed me.  We skirted the
meadowland, occasionally slipping on the slick mud.  Soon our butts and
hands were covered with mud.

   We finally came to where someone had made a path with driftwood and
large fallen branches.  It looked like fun.  Teddy and I practically ran
along it.  Teddy's mom was athletic enough, but sometimes she acted like a
girl.  She was far behind us when we heard her scream.  We froze and looked
at each other.  Then we turned and ran for all we were worth.

   I passed her before I knew she was there and Teddy stopped, staring at
her.  She was sitting on her butt in the mud, and we couldn't see her legs.
She was about 10 feet from the nearest log.  There were deep gashes in the
mud were she had stepped, tripped, or fallen.  She was crying.

   If she hadn't been crying it wouldn't have been funny.  Both Teddy and I
started laughing till we were choking.  Chrissy started throwing mud at us.


   Finally, her distress sank in, and we had to figure a way to get her
out. It was easy to grab some of the branches behind us and build a walkway
to her.  With a lot of pulling and slipping and a few embarrassing hand
grabs, we got her out and on solid wood.  Then I saw a bigger problem.  She
only had one boot on.

   This was the mountains.  You can't walk around on pine needles and sharp
rocks with bare feet.  We had to get that boot back.  There was nothing
else I could do.  I had to jump in the mud and look for it.

   I did.  I had to reach in up to my chin and feel around in the mud.  I
found rocks.  I found wood.  I think I might have found a dead furry
animal.

   Finally, I found her boot.  I was covered with mud from head to toe. 
Chrissy was so worried about me, and apologetic that I dug in the mud for
her.  I guess she didn't like mud.  Sometimes she really acted like a
little girl.

   The rest of the path across was less fun and we both had to keep an eye
on her.  On the other side of the marsh, the forest and rocks started
again. The lake looked inviting, but just under the water there was nothing
but mud.  Quite a bit further though, we came to a real shallow area where
the granite rock shelf extended gradually out into the water.  The mud had
dried on us and we were all itchy.

   Teddy's mom said firmly that we needed to go for a swim and clean up. 
But, none of us had our swim suits.  She told Teddy to strip down to his
shorts.  He wasn't embarrassed to be in his underwear in front of his
mother.  I stripped down too.  I wasn't embarrassed for other reasons.

   We all walked out far enough to sit down and wash our clothes.  The
water this shallow was very warm and not cold at all.  We all washed what
we had and then spread out our clothes on the hot rocks on the shore. 
Teddy and I turned and ran splashing and diving out into the lake.  The
deeper it got, the colder it got.  We turned to find Chrissy swimming
gracefully toward us.  I knew that she swam every day to stay in shape.  I
was truly disappointed to see that she was still in her T-shirt and shorts.


   As long as you kept moving, the water out in the lake wasn't too cold.
Soon, we were tired and headed toward shore and warmer water.  Teddy and I
got out and lay on our backs on the hot rock at the waters edge.  Chrissy
had stayed out in the water and swam close to shore.

   We were watching her when Mrs.  Stemens, I mean Chrissy, sighed deeply
and stood up out of the water.  Her t-shirt was like thin wet paper.  The
white shirt was very see-thru and clung to her skin, hiding very little. 
Her nipples were tight dark rocks in the center of an equally dark two inch
circles, and they seemed to stare deep into my eyes.  Her boobs were round
and circular and stuck out from her chest.  When she walked, she swayed,
and her boobs seemed to lead the motion.

   I don't know how long I stared before I became aware that I was staring.
At the same time I became aware that I had a painfully hard stiffy pushing
my underwear straight up in the air.  Embarrassed, I immediately rolled on
my side to hide my stiffy.  Teddy had rolled over at the same time and was
facing me.  I couldn't help but see that he had a big stiffy too.  I looked
at him and his face was beet red with embarrassment.

   Suddenly a bunch of stuff made sense.  My best friend was reacting to
his own mother.  Of course he was; he was a boy just like me.  But, she was
his mother.  Oh god, I would die.  Nobody had ever called my mother hot. 
How would I feel?  Teddy knew his mother was hot; he probably got the same
hot feelings that I did.

   I wanted so badly to look at his mother again.  He probably did too.  I
couldn't look because he probably wouldn't like it.  We lay there looking
at each other as she walked past us and picked up her flannel shirt and put
it on.

   With all these worries, and watching my friend, my wiener had relaxed
and didn't poke out anymore.  I sat up and started getting dressed in my
wet clothes.  Soon, Teddy was dressed also.

   Not much was said as we made our way back to camp.  Visions of Chrissy's
boobs kept swimming through my mind.  It was probably the same for Teddy,
only for him it was his mother's boobs that he saw.



   Before we got to camp I started picking up good firewood.  You can never
have too much firewood.  Teddy and his mom carried wood also.

   As soon as we got to camp I started a campfire in the fire pit.  I then
stuck knives in two different trees and stretched some twine I carried in
my backpack between them.  We all changed to dry clothes and I hung the wet
ones up to dry.

   Teddy's mom admired my ingenuity.  A complement from her was like a
steak to a starving man.  I would do anything to get her attention.

   There were still a couple of hours of daylight, but I think we had had
enough adventure for one day already.  Teddy and I made two more trips for
firewood, then we went back to the forest to explore and started to build a
fort out of some great sheets of bark and dead trees.

   We came back well before sunset.  I wanted to make my favorite meal and
Teddy agreed.  His mom didn't think much of our pot of chicken Top Ramen,
but she sliced some cheese into hers.

   Chrissy wanted to see the sunset in the mountains.  There was a tall
hill behind the campground.  If we hurried, we could make it.  I grabbed my
two flashlights and my warmest coat.  We headed straight up the hill. 
Chrissy carried a big blanket.

   It wasn't too steep and we were near the tree line so we made really
good time and in twenty minutes we were at the top, above the tree line. 
We found a nice big rock to sit on and leaned against each other to enjoy
the show.

   The clouds behind us turned purple.  The clouds before us stretched
orange across a reddening sun.  The valley with the campground below us was
cut by a moving line of darkness.  The world held its breath as the sun
slipped from the sky behind a distant mountain range.

   We sat and talked of silly things.  Sometimes Chrissy was a mother and
sometimes she was a friend our age.  We wrapped the blanket around us and
Teddy and I rested against Chrissy in the middle.

   The moon hadn't risen yet.  Chrissy was the first to see a shooting
star. The night sky a mile above sea level, and fifty miles from the
nearest city, is a different sky than most people have ever seen.  It is
alive with action.  There is a least one shooting star every minute on most
nights.  I pointed out satellites as they moved purposefully across the sky
and air planes that twinkled and moved faster.  The Milky Way itself is
just a wide hazy path of stars stretched across the sky.  I only knew a few
constellations because that stuff was boring, but I could always find the
North Star.  It was getting colder and each of us yawned at the same time.
It was time to go.

   Downhill may be faster than uphill, but hiking by flashlight is an
adventure in itself.  You have no landmarks except the stars.  Every tree
looks the same.  Downhill is sometimes on the other side of a small up
hill. We did pretty well and came out not too far from our campsite.

   The fire was dying so I built it back up and put on a thick piece of
fresh wood.  Teddy was already in bed and Chrissy was in her tent too.  I
started to get undressed in the darkness beside my sleeping bag.

   The best part of the first night had been lying right next to Mrs. 
Stemens.  The other thing was great, but I didn't want to push my luck.  So
far, Chrissy had let me do stuff other women wouldn't.  I could at least
try for a little more.  I undressed to my underwear and walked quietly to
Chrissy's tent and unzipped the flap.  There was no sound from inside.

   I crawled in and hovered my body over her sleeping bag.  "Can I sleep
with you....  Please?"

   I didn't know what she was thinking.  She would probably tell me to
leave.  After a pause of forever, she flipped her bag open.  I crawled in
carefully and hugged her to me.  This was all I wanted.  She hugged me
back. Despite my wiener being stiff, all we did was hold each other until I
fell asleep.

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