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The Girl Down a Dusty Road

By: amicus



I had planned for weeks and was now just waiting. Actually, there wasn't much planning, just watching and thinking and letting things fall into place as they would. I was in no hurry.

I tried to stop feeling guilty about it; tried to put that out of my mind.

She is tall and slim and dark haired and always walks with her chin up, looking straight ahead, seldom from side to side. It was almost a year ago that I saw her the first time but I can't remember the first time I did more than glance up at the movement across the dirt road at the motion that caught my eye and then I looked away again.

I began to notice the time of day when she passed by and realized it was just after school let out. Although she almost always walked alone, there was sometimes three or four other girls and boys that preceded her by a few minutes. I just assumed they all rode a big yellow school bus and it let them off out on the main road. But one day I was driving back from the hardware store at about the time the high school finished classes for the day and I thought I saw her walking along the side of the road.

I got a brief glance at her face when she looked up as I passed her by on the road, but I couldn't see much detail. 

As the weather warmed last year, I spent more time preparing a garden, building a gravel walkway to replace the broken concrete pads and creating a rock garden in front of the cottage. At that time, I really wasn't looking to see her each day, she really wasn't in my mind at all. I did see her walk by, once or twice a week as the trees leafed out and my seedlings inside by the sink began to reach appreciable size in their little plastic containers.

The earth continue to dry out and warm. I began turning the soil and planning where to plant the many flower and vegetable seeds I had purchased. I raked the leaves left from last autumn and picked up the downed branches from the huge Oak that loomed over one side of my little abode.

I pushed the wheelbarrow out to the burn pile next to the road, tilted it up and shook it empty and turned around to push it back and there she was.

It startled me just a little and I covered it with a crooked little grin. "Hi! Didn't know you were there."

She had paused in her walk and was looking at me; she raised her eyes and focused on my face, maybe eight to ten feet separated us across the road. She raised her hands slightly and toyed with her fingers. A tiny smile curled the corners of her mouth, her eyes twinkled and she tilted her head slightly. Took a breath, sighed, turned away and continued her walk away from me down the dusty road.

I watched her until a car came by and threw up a cloud of dust and when I could see down the road again...she was gone. She never looked back over her shoulder to see if I was still watching.

I pushed the wheelbarrow back slowly and let the vision of her in my mind set itself in memory. Not a child's face did I look upon, but the sculptured and fine lines of a young woman. High cheekbones, wide set eyes, ample forehead, slightly shaped eyebrows, a pert nose and a petulant mouth. She was lovely in my eyes and...in my mind.

I did think about her after that. I did look for her and make sure I was outside near the time she usually passed by.

I did catch a glimpse of her, several times. As the weather warmed, she carried the jacket and hoody she usually wore, on her arm or over her shoulder and I could see her figure, lithe, graceful in motion. She never glanced down the little road to my house, not once, and her chin remained up as she walked.

Once there was a blonde girl walking with her, another time she was surrounded by a group of small children, boys and girls, running and shouting, some riding bicycles. Once she was in a group of several young people about age, all chatting and gesturing, but not her.

A week went by, then two and I didn't see her even once. I still kept watching the road when I was out working in the garden. I decided to put a rock edge around the back portion of the garden and got permission to take some fractured black granite stones, large and small from a pile of them out near the road.

I loaded the wheelbarrow with about as many as I thought I could push, stood up, ran a sleeve over my forehead across the perspiration that had gathered and there she was. Stopped across the road, looking at me again.

I took her eyes and smiled. "Haven't seen you for a while."

She returned a quirky little grin and again lifted her arms and toyed with her long graceful fingers and kept my look in her eyes. Like a guy checking out a girl, she let her eyes go down and then back up to my face with just a slight movement of her chin. I saw her nostrils flare as she took a deep breath and I was sure she was going to speak.

She didn't.

A series of slight emotional hints crossed her face, her eyes, her mouth and her entire posture. It was there and gone in short seconds of time. Then she firmed up her focus on my eyes and put something in her eyes that I knew I would dream about and try to comprehend.

She lifted her chin and as before, turned away from me and walked away down the road, not looking back, at the same steady, unhurried graceful manner that she displayed each time I saw her.

I didn't watch until she went out of sight or turned into a house. I didn't want to know where she lived. I turned back to the barrow, lifted the handles and wheeled it back to my garden.

I was stunned by what I saw in her eyes. It's all I thought about for days. I stopped looking for her walking down the road and concentrated on the garden.

It was weeks later when I caught glimpse of her again. She didn't look down the road towards me. Kept her chin high and walked alone as she usually did.

Then the school year ended and the busses stopped running and summer was upon the land. And still she was in my mind.

When it first appeared in my mind and I was shamed and felt the guilt and pushed it away.

It kept coming back again and again. I saw her in my dreams, not once, but many times.

I didn't see her at all the whole summer. Perhaps she was gone, gone for good, off to college somewhere. The thoughts and dreams slowly faded and I was both happy and sad at that.

I had a good harvest. The tomatoes and green beans and squash came in early and plentiful I set up a table at the edge of the lawn fronting a small walkway and the graveled road that ran before my cottage. I put the produce from the garden there and gave it away, that which I didn't use myself.

Then she walked by; stopped for a moment at the table, looked up and saw me in the back of the yard. She turned away and left.

It all came flooding back in a rush. The look in her eyes last spring, those awful thoughts and dreams, all of it came rushing back and I was powerless to resist it.

Thus began the watching and waiting.

And finally the decision.

I waited until the light in her bathroom came on and I could hear the shower running; her usual time before bed.

The backdoor I had jimmied weeks ago opened easily. I avoided the stair steps that I learned made a squeak and quietly went into her bedroom. I replaced the tiny nightlight with one that didn't work, placed myself out of sight and waited.

I heard the shower stop running and a moment later the hair dryer came on.

She came into the room toweling her hair, frowned and flipped the main light switch and light flooded over everything. She went to the wall plug and jiggled the night light and sighed.

She removed the robe and stood before a full length mirror and brushed her hair. She wore a pastel blue pajama top that hung down over her breasts to about mid thigh, and bottoms that ended just below her knees.

She put the brush on the small vanity, make-up desk. Looked in the mirror again, touched her face and turned away. She closed the bedroom door, clicked the light switch off, pulled the covers back and climbed into her bed.

I tried to contain my breathing and my suddenly shaking body. I closed my eyes and listened as her restless movements slowed and stopped and I could hear her slow and regular breathing.

I had removed my shoes earlier, even though the floor was carpeted and I didn't make a sound as I stood and moved slowly towards her. She was on her back with one arm thrown up over her head. In the dim light from a distant road lamp I could see her eyes were closed.

They opened wide in startled fear as I lowered my weight beside her and placed a hand over her mouth. She struggled against me as I lowered my body across hers, held her down and grasped both wrists in one hand and held them tightly over her head. I let her struggle for a moment more and then looked down into her face.

The fear had changed to panic and the color in her face changed to a faint pallor. I eased my hand over her mouth and spread my fingers and could feel the frantic intake of air into her lungs.

"Can't...breathe...! Nose....sinus....! Don't....cover....mouth!"

"Don't scream!"

She nodded her head rapidly up and down and I took my hand slightly away.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide and took in huge draughts of air and shuddered. I lifted slightly from her chest to give her more freedom to breathe.

It took a while before her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes.

"Don't hurt me. I can't see you...who are you?"

I didn't say anything. She tried to pull her hands free.

"Let my hands loose, please. I hate that!"

"You going to try to hit me and scratch my eyes out?"

"Would it do me any good?"

I relaxed my grip and her wrists and she pulled her hands free and brought her arms down.

"I hate being tied up! Can't breath with my mouth covered. I hate you!"

What was there to say? I just stared down at what I could see of her anger.

"You're going to rape me..."

"Are you going to fight me?"

"I can't just let you! Get off me! Go away! I won't tell anyone, just leave right now!"

I closed my eyes and sat still. Then I reached up and started pulling the bed covers down across her chest. She grabbed them; I pulled harder and forced them down, lifted and pushed them away from her.

I heard a little choking sound. "Damn you!"

She tried to push me away as I leaned over and rested my chest on hers and put my head down next to her face.

She struggled more as I moved my body over hers and down lightly upon her closed legs. She let out a long slow sigh and turned her head away from mine.

I began kissing her neck and below her ear and let my hands explore her arms and then the rest of her upper body.

She stiffened when I let a hand slid over the pajama top covering a breast.

"Oh! Don't do that! Please, don't..."

But kept massaging a breast and then another and moving my other over her. I kissed deeper into her neck, then up over her chin and pressed my lips into the corner of her mouth.

"Don't! I won't!"

She turned her face away and tried to push my hands away from her. Her nipples were hard now and we were both breathing harder, I returned my face to her neck and her ear and up onto her cheek and moved one arm up and ran my fingers through her hair.

She kept struggling weakly and I heard a little sob. "I don't want to feel this!"

I stopped my hands and moved them to her arms and up and down again until I found her hands and forced my fingers between hers. She tried to pull her hands away. I gripped her fingers with mine. I put my mouth next to her ear and spoke softly.

"I want you to feel everything..."

"I won't! I'll just stop feeling anything!"

Then she completely relaxed her body and let her fingers go limp in mine.

I released her hands, sat up astride her, reached down, pulled the pajama top up and quickly lowered my head and took a nipple in my mouth.

"OH, God! No, no no no....stop that!"

I pulled hard on the nipple and let my hands roam over her breasts and her waist and then quickly ran a hand down, under her clothing, into the curls and covered her with my hand.

She went rigid and tried to sit up and push me away from her. I moved and lowered my shoulders on her and kept my hand where it was and began to explore the moist between her legs. I wet my fingers and searched and found.

"Oh, no! Not there...don't please don't!"

She writhed and struggled and tried to push me away for a moment more than let a little cry come forth. Please stop...I don't want to feel any of this, please just stop, please..."

I did stop, for a moment. Then I sat up again, took my hands away and began to pull my shirt up and off. She watched but said nothing.

I dropped my shirt off the side of the bed and reached for her top bunched up under her arms. "Lift your arms up."

"No!"

I pulled it up anyway, harder and harder until it slipped up her arms and covered her face. She pushed it down again off her face but I kept pulling it up. Finally, she let me pull it up over her face and off her arms. I leaned over and lowered until my chest came down against her breasts.

"Oh!"

I whispered in her ear. "God! That feels so wonderful."

"Get off me!"

I don't think she expected me to. I began kissing her throat again and ran my hands up and down her arms and all the other bare skin I could find. She quivered under my touch and kept her face turned away. She made a little gasp as I moved my chest back and forth across her nipples.

I felt her go limp beneath me, a sigh and an intake of breath.

"Just do it and get it over with."

I raised up over her and framed her face with my hands and wished the light was better. "I could."

"Then do it!"

I pressed my hands against each side of her face and kissed her lips, they didn't move. I kissed her eyes and her forehead and her cheeks and then back to her mouth.

"I will not kiss you back!"

"You might."

"I won't!"

"No one will ever know..."

"I would!"

I didn't know her at all, of course, but everything I thought I saw in her eyes, was coming out. I wanted more...I wanted all of it.

I stopped kissing her face and moved back down to a breast. I lowered my hands to each side of her and began pulling down the pajama bottoms and the panties underneath. She struggled against me and tried to stop me.

She could have screamed; she could have used her fingernails on me, she didn't. She stopped struggling when I placed my lips below her stomach on skin that had been covered just a moment ago.

I kept moving my lips down, across a hip, to the top of the curls, the other hip and back as I pushed her clothing the rest of the way down and off. Then I began loosening mine and struggled out of them.

She whimpered softly as I lowered my face and shouldered her legs aside. "Please don't do that..."

I ran my hands back up to her breasts and kept working my lips and tongue as she stiffened and moaned and moved and tried not to feel it. Then she went limp again.

It didn't take long before she was quivering again and small sounds came from her. I started a steady and more firm motion with my lips and tongue and heard her gasp and shudder. I wanted to look up as I felt her sit and her hands come to rest on my head. She lifted to me and pressed down on my head, lifted hard and then fell back and let her arms drop away.

I lifted my head and rested it on her soft stomach for a moment and then moved up. Gently kissed her breasts and then up to her throat and to her lips. She turned away from me.

She stirred as I ran my hand back down and penetrated her with a finger, then two. I had to know. She wasn't blocked and she was moist enough, I did not want to not bring her pain.

I moved back down and came between her legs and got into position. I looked into her face. She knew. She closed her eyes and turned away again.

I opened her with my fingers and pushed just inside. I don't think she was aware.

When I moved back up and looked down into her face and pushed a little deeper, her eyes and her mouth open and she gasped.

"Oh!"

She knew.

She closed her eyes and I felt her body tense up. "Don't hurt me..."

I went slowly and pushed more into her little by little; stopped, moved back and forth and side to side a little and then a little deeper. I watched her eyes flutter and open and close and her head turn side to side, her arms lift and fall, her fingers opening and closing.

"You're so big inside me..."

"Am I hurting you?"

"Just tight. I'm scared. I know it's gonna hurt..."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping the rising urgency would leave me. I repositioned myself and slowly, as slowly as I could manage worked deeper and deeper into her. I looked up. Her eyes were clenched closed, her mouth open, her chin up. I hoped I would not cause her pain.

"Ahuuhm..." Came out of her throat when I finally came up against her and pushed again so that her chin raised a little. Then I relaxed and lowered my face beside her neck and stopped all movement.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. But, my God, you are so deep inside me..."

I brought my arms up and slipped them under her back at the shoulders and fought the urge to pull back and plunge into her.

Somehow, both our breathing slowed and became synchronized before falling apart in rhythm again.

She stirred and I felt a hand come to rest gently on my shoulder. She inhaled. "Is something else going to happen?"

I smiled and left it on my lips as I rose up grasped her shoulders, drew back and came up firmly against her.

"Oh!" Her eyes and mouth went wide. I did it again, a little more forceful and her chin went up and back.

I poised my face over hers and looked down. She gazed up at me and let a tiny smile enhance her lips.

"I haven't kissed many guys. Didn't like most of it. Never let a guy touch my boobs or put his hands down there..."

"I wish there was more light...I want to see your face..."

She grinned. "And not my boobs?"

"I wanna see it all!" I grinned right back at her.

She smiled and tilted her head. "There's a little lamp there, if you want. Ah...did you mess with my night light?

"Guilty." I smiled as I reached for the lamp and found the switch.

I leaned back over her and looked down. Before I could say a word: "I knew it was you! It had to be!"

"Gonna have me shot?"

She glinted. "Maybe..."

I had watched the emotions play over her face and I know my eyes were full. I never saw you close up before...you are....my God, beautiful!"

She smiled with appreciation in her eyes. "I used to be skinny and all knees and elbows and nothing fit together."

I lowered my eyes and felt myself shrinking within her.

"What?"

"I raped you." I still could not look at her face.

She sighed. "I guess you did, yes."

"I'm sorry. I should leave."

I felt her hand lift my face and her fingers dry under my eyes.

"There's more to it, isn't there?"

I looked into her eyes and saw something similar to that look I saw once before.

"They can only shoot you once..." She pulled my head down and kissed my mouth.

I kissed her, but gently and softly and pulled back and ran my hands over her face and looked into her eyes again.

"Show me!"

There was that full and startling look again. The one that had driven me for the better part of a year. "You want me? Come take me!" It was all in her eyes all over again.

I kissed her hard and she answered in kind and I mauled her breasts and moved against her and felt her arms come up and surround me.

She surprised me again. Just a few minutes into the love-making she gasped, her eyes went wide and she clamped herself to me and clung, as I came up hard and held her there. She shuddered and whimpered and threw her head back and then collapsed.

"Oh, God! What was that?"

One very hot and sensitive and sensuous young woman, but I didn't want to say that.



The Girl Down a Dusty Road



I stayed inside her but didn't move except for my hands and I loved her body in the after glow. She just sighed and let me touch and kiss her.

She finally opened her eyes, looked up at me, sighed and touched my face.

"It didn't seem that intense for you. Why not?"

I smiled. "You got there way before I did."

She blinked a lot of times. "I did?"

I smiled again and kissed her lips.

"I want you to, ah, 'get there' too..."

"And I want to."

She looked up at me with a question in her eyes.

I brushed the hair off her forehead and touched her face. "Ah, it gets real fast and hard, and, well, a little rough, when I do. I didn't want to frighten you, I didn't want to let go."

"Oh." She glinted and that look came back. "Show me!"

I gasped as I felt myself grow and surge and knew the lust was rising.

She saw it on my face. "Oh! That look! That, ahm, almost scared me..."

I quieted her with my lips, harshly.

I buried my face in her neck and mauled her breasts and thrust hard against her and let my hands do everything. I looked up at her face again after a minute or so and saw the almost bewildered look before I crushed my mouth down on hers again.

I pulled back, put my hands under her and lifted her hips up and off the bed. I pushed her legs up over my shoulder and plunged into her with all the force I had. 

She grunted and gasped and stared at me as I pounded into her time and time again.

She closed her eyes and all I could hear was her breath being forced out of her by the violence. "Uhnh! Uh, Uh, Uh, Oh! UH,UH,UH!"

Then my own growls and grunts joined hers and I saw her eyes open and blink and then her mouth as it formed a contorted smile as she let her head fall back and away.

When I finally pushed her legs off my shoulders and dropped back down upon her, she immediately clasped me to her and lifted her legs around my back and took everything I had to give.

She screamed and cried as I grunted and growled and then it was there.

"AhUnh! Unh! GOD! Ungghaahoh! UH! UH! UH!

Then I collapsed on her, my face in her neck, to the side so I could breathe.

I felt her arms and legs slowly slip away.

I took a long time before I could even think of forcing a word out.

"Ah..." I took another breath. "Are you....okay..."

"Uhummm..."

More quiet and slowing heartbeats.

"Wow! I'm glad you warned me! Even then...you scared me to death!"

"Sorry."

"That's what I kinda thought being raped would be like...you just, ah, took me!"

"I know. I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

"Not necessary."

I heard her sigh. "What?"

"I don't know. I don't think I can find words for what I felt; what I feel."

I lifted up and kissed her face, all over and then her lips, gently and down her chest and her breasts, softly, pulled back and looked at her in the light. "You are truly lovely, inside and out and everything about you."

She looked at me, then turned her head to the little digital clock and the lamp. "I should turn the light off. My mom will be home pretty soon."

I reached over and turned it off. "Then I should leave."

"Not for a while yet."

"Okay."

I slipped down, put my head on her stomach and my arms around her back and clung for a moment, then relaxed my arms.

"What was that all about?"

"Dunno...just wanted to."

We were quiet and silent for a few minutes. I just held her; she let her fingers wander through my hair and across my shoulders.

"You put a baby inside me..."

"I hope not."

She giggled. "Yeah, I know, but I wouldn't mind if you did. I think I finally understand something."

I lifted and looked at her but her eyes were closed and her hands moved aimlessly on my head and shoulders, I lowered my head back to the smooth and the soft and reveled in it.

"All the boy, girl stuff, the teasing, the flirting, the touching, the dating, the kissing, the coming on, the yes or no....it all comes down to that, doesn't it? Making a new life? I mean...I already knew all that, I know how babies get made...but, I finally, finally...really understood it all..."

I lifted and then crawled back up until my face was over hers. I looked into her eyes and the new understanding was there. She smiled and touched me with her hands.

"I am sorry I was so, ah, rough with you. I have wanted you for a long time, I just completely lost control."

"You told me. I am glad it was you and not someone...."

I put my mouth on hers. "I don't want to think of anyone ever making love to you besides me."

I lifted my head, her eyes were puzzled?

"But you have made love before, lottsa times, I'm sure. Do you have kids?"

"Yes."

"How many?"

"A bunch."

"Oh." She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them wide. "Oh! I understand! I hate the woman who let you give her a baby!"

I scooted down and rested my head between her breasts and my hands lightly on her in a comfortable position. Her hands went right back to my hair.

"How could I not know all of these things? I mean, I read the literature, I had to, the Greeks, Shakespeare, all of it. The passion, the lust, the killing, the rage and jealousies and I thought it was mostly silly; but they were classics, so I figured they must be important! Damn!"

I lifted my head and kissed the softness of her breast and then a nipple, softly and then the other and rested between them again.

'Who are you? Are you educated? Do you know all that stuff? Do you read? Who are you; what are you?"

"I have a Master's in History. I write books."

"Really? You could have been a factory worker, a bum, a pervert, anything!"

I lifted up and grinned at her. "And you could have been an airhead cheerleader who slept with every boy in school..."

"Could not!"

I lifted up and moved up and kissed her eyes and her face and her mouth again. "I know. You are a loner. I saw that. I wouldn't have noticed you otherwise. And you walk with pride, your chin always up, a wonderful grace when you move. I had to know, I just had to."

She reached up and ran her hands over my face, my lips. "I know. I wanted you to. That's why I looked at you that way, seeing if you would. I gave up. I was sure you didn't see, didn't know, didn't understand."

"Why me?"

She smiled. "You are the only guy, young or old, who ever looked at me without undressing me with his eyes and showing what he really wanted when he looked at me. You just looked and smiled and looked away."

I lifted up and kissed her gently again and then she stiffened as we both heard the sound of a car close by. She bolted out of bed and ran to the window.

"Damn! It's my mom! She's like way early!"

"What shall I do?"

"You have to wait and hide, I think. How did you get in?"

"Back door."

"Oh. I thought I locked it?"

"You did. I fixed it."

"Oh. If she comes up the stairs to check on me, which she always does, can you hide on the side of the bed away from the door."

"Yeah."

We lay tense, in silence as we listened to car doors close and front doors open and then the sound of two voices.

"She brought a guy home with her! She never does that!"

Then I could hear no sounds. She scurried to the window and looked out and down. "Her bedroom light is on!"

I waited.

"It just went off! Oh, my God! My mom is....Oh!"

She came back into her bed and curled up next to me. "Should I say, ah, sorry, or something?"

She took a breath. "No. I knew she was lonely and probably saw guys. Sometimes she didn't come back all night. It's just that she never brought one home before."

I thought for a moment. "Should I still leave?"

"Do you want to?"

"Do you want me to?"

She was silent for a long time. "Now, I don't care if she does find out you are here. What do you want to do?"

"Make love to you again..."

"Again? Really? Really?"

"Oh, yes."

"I guess I wouldn't mind. Will it be as good as before?"

"I don't think it will ever be that good again...ah, would you tell me your name?"

A full minute passed. "No." She said quietly. "And don't tell me yours and don't ask me why."

"Okay."

We lay there silent for the longest time. Straining, I think, to hear sounds from elsewhere in the house. I heard nothing; everything was quiet and we were touching, up and down, bodies only, no hands, both on our back.

I finally lifted up and looked over, her eyes were closed. "Are you still awake?"

"Yes."

I scooted and scrunched and moved until I had her on top of me, straddling me and I let my hands roam over her.

"I like it that you...ah, do things."

I wish I could see her face. "Lights?"

"Why not?"

This time she reached over and turned it on. I stared at her above me, as I caressed her breasts with both hands.

"Why do you like to touch me so much? Do you like to touch me?"

"I love your skin, your body. So soft, so smooth, so warm, so lovely; I love everything I know about you."

She looked down at me. "Do you want to be inside me again?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Do you want to feel me inside you?"

"Maybe. Not fair."

"Not fair? Why?"

She looked away. "Do I have to be honest?"

I smiled at her. "Be what you are."

She kept her face away. "I never wanted a guy to touch my breasts before; I want you to, again. I want your mouth on my nipples. I want your hand between my legs. I want you on top of me, inside me, I want my arms and legs around you. I never felt or wanted any of those things before. It is so new, I don't know how to deal with it."

"Then I can touch you and love you anywhere?"

"And I can touch you anywhere, whatever I want?"

'Sounds like a plan to me."

She giggled. "Okay."

"Do you want to lock your door?"

She blinked. "Yeah, I think I do."

She moved off of me and to the floor then stopped. "I think I will use the bathroom, uh, do you need to?"

"I could, yes."

"Okay."

We both did and were out in the hallway again. "I'm thirsty, gonna get something to drink, you want one?"

"Yeah. Ahm, put something on?"

She blushed. "Yeah."

She slipped her robe on and disappeared down the stairs. I waited. She came back with two cans and handed me one.

"Any problems?"

"Didn't hear anything."

"Good."

We went back into her room. I watched as she locked the door and turned to me.

"Turn the main light on, I want to look at you."

She tilted her head and then turned to the switch.

I smiled. "You could model. You have a model's body, tall, lithe, proportional, beautiful!"

"I know. I thought about it. I don't want to."

"Pose for me? Tease me...show off...?"

She blushed and smiled, but put on a little show.

I turned the big light off and led her back to the bed and got her on top of me again and ran my hands all over her.

She leaned over and we kissed, long and hard and it started all over again. She lifted and moved back and then looked back and opened her mouth. "You're big again! I can feel you! Can I look?"

I just smiled.

She lifted up and scooted back and I popped out in front of her stomach.

She looked down, looked at my face and then back down again. "It reaches up past my belly button! All that was inside me? God! And it's gross looking!"

I smiled up at her. "You could take hold of it, sit on it, see if it fits?"

She just looked at me and blinked.

"I mean if you are wet enough..."

She grinned. "I wasn't, but I feel like I am dripping now! God!"

I watched as she lifted higher, scooted, positioned herself and cautiously put her hand on me. I watched her face as she blinked and opened her mouth and slowly found me and lowered herself and gasped and then looked down.

"Oh my!"

"Now you get to do all the work for a while." I smiled an evil grin at her.

She gave it right back and began moving and experimenting and feeling. I enjoyed everything, perhaps her face most of all.

She kept moving for several minutes then finally took a deep breath. I lifted my legs so she could lean back against them.

"I mean, I love the feeling! It is all so new and, ahm, I am doing it, and not you and that's all different, but, ah, it isn't going anywhere...and...ah, I want my arms around you, I want to feel you on top of me...does that make sense?"

I smiled but reached forward and pulled on her legs. She looked and then understood. We lost contact, but when she came forward and lifted, I found her again with our lips together and arms around each other. 

She sighed. "Oh, I like this!"

I lifted up against her and ran my hands over her. "Tell me to stop if you don't like this..."

"What?"

I ran my hands over her back and down between her cheeks and stopped and touched. She stiffened.

"That's nasty."

"I know."

"Why?"

"Can I show you?"

"I dunno." She looked away.

I wet my finger in her then brought it back and began massaging in slow circles the very tight and tense opening. She kept her face away from me.

I pushed and penetrated slowly. She gasped. "No!"

She wriggled and squirmed and tried to lift up and away, I kept pushing my finger deeper inside her. She gasped and opened her eyes wide, unseeing, opened her mouth and groaned and moved up and down on me, faster and harder. I matched her movement.

She cried out again and buried her face in my neck and clung to me and shook, gasping for air.

"Oh, my God!"

I just held her as she quieted.

As her breathing began to subside I heard and felt her inhale deeply. "You are really a bad, bad man. I should never have smiled at you!"

I smiled but she couldn't see. "I know..."

"You put your finger up my butt!"

I just kissed her hair and ran my hands up and down her back.

"It made me crazy, you know that?"

"Well, I know something happened."

"Yeah. I didn't expect it. Ah, is that how gay guys do it? I always wondered."

"That and in the mouth, I understand. I wouldn't know."

"Oh."

"And girls?"

I sighed.

"You don't have to say. I can imagine."

I felt myself shrinking inside her; She noticed.

"Hey!" She started touching me and kissing me and moving on me, it came right back.

I guess she felt me grow insider her. She pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"I want you to do it again....so you feel it too, not just me."

I looked into her eyes. "I have never met, a girl, woman like you, you amaze me."

There was that look again. "I want to! In everything!"

I smiled. "You want something different?"

"What?"

"Surprise?"

"I don't think so..."

"Behind you."

"Your not gonna put it in my butt? No!"

"No, just from behind, if you want."

"I dunno. Why?"

"Different."

"And I should know it?"

"Up to you. I like being on top on you best."

"So do I."

We were both silent for a while and there were no other sounds in the house or outside.

"What do I have to do?"

"Get up on your knees."

"Oh. You could see my butt?"

"I want to see all of you."

"Bad man!"

I moved behind her and found her and moved all the way inside and let my hands move under her to her breasts and everywhere. She moved with me after adjusting her knees and lifting and moving forward until we were both comfortable.

I moved one hand between her legs and she made a sound and lifted when I came against her again. A moment later she took my hand from her breast and pushed it up behind her. I wet my thumb in my mouth and pressed and forced it inside her. She went all crazy again, lifted, shivered, convulsed and collapsed beneath me. I moved, turned her over and came slowly back inside her again, put my face in her neck and then to her lips. She answered the kiss and lifted her arms around me. We lay there quiet for a moment.

She began absently running her fingers though my hair again. 

"So much I didn't know, never suspected, never thought about, ever even dreamed of. God. And you....didn't get there again and I have a bunch of times. I want you to, please?"

I lifted up and looked deep into her eyes. "You are the most amazing, girl, young woman, woman, I have ever met in all my life, do you know that?"

She smiled. "No. But you saying it, ah, makes me feel all warm inside, thank you."

I made love to her. For hours it seemed. On and on, slowly and easy, fast and hard, then slow again, with kisses and hugs and touches and very few words, I think neither of us wanted it to end.

When it finally did and we knew it was happening, there were tears in her eyes and perhaps mine, as she held me and took me and I poured my soul into her.

I never saw her again. Walking or otherwise, she was just gone.

Years later, when I close my eyes; she is there, and always will be.



Amicus...