****** Erin by darkness ******
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Erin


Did I ever tell you the story of the great love of my life? It'll take a bit,
and it's not all about sex. But, shit, it's alright, you know?

Okay, so there I was, sitting at the laundromat because the washer and dryer I
paid too damn much for weren't working. It was the dog days of August, and the
dryers had jacked the heat up to well over 100 degrees inside the building. To
make it worse, I couldn't leave my clothes in the dryer and sit outside because
three "carnies" had walked over from the fairgrounds. They were setting up the
County Fair for the coming weekend. Just my luck, too, two of them could easily
fit in my clothes. Of course they had brought a radio with them and were
blasting their lame-ass speed metal as loud as it could go. It's not that I
don't like metal, it's just that I don't like bad metal. I walked over and
asked them to turn it down, and got a bunch a shit from them. "If it's too
loud, you're too old." "Shut the fuck up and do your laundry." "I killed a guy
in the last town-looked just like you."

I wasn't in the best of moods, and I really didn't give a fuck about much
anything, so I grabbed the fucking radio and made for the door. I was going to
pitch it into the parking lot. As I opened the door, I had to stop because
there was a young girl just walking up to the door. "Hey, asshole," she called
out, "that's my fucking radio!"

I stood there surprised for an instant, and somebody smacked me in the back of
the head. As I fell forward, she dropped her duffel of laundry and caught me in
a pair of surprisingly strong little arms. She snatched the radio from my hand,
and then let me drop onto the blacktop. One of the boys moved in to stomp on
me, but she stepped in front of him. "Tony! Knock it off! You fuck-knobs almost
got my radio busted! Mike, Billy wants to know-and I quote-'how many lazy-ass
little faggots it takes to do a load of laundry.' And I'm also supposed to tell
you that if you aren't back in five minutes, your asses are all fired!"

"Aw fuckin' shit! I still got my jeans drying. Can you get 'em Erin?"

"I suppose... I been carrying your share of the work all afternoon, I might as
well keep it up. Get the fuck outta here."

By this time I had pulled myself to my feet and picked up the girl's duffel. I
somehow found myself standing behind her, like she was protecting me. She
probably was. A moment of reflection had helped my math improve, and the fact
that there were three of them now seemed more readily apparent than it had been
before. They all either sneered at me or faked punches to try and get me to
flinch as they walked by, but none of them would cross this little girl to get
to me. Nor would I cross her to get to them. I watched them walk off the
parking lot, making sure they didn't touch my pick-up. Then I just glared as
they turned the corner and headed back to the fairgrounds. "Can I have my
laundry, now? Or are you gonna throw that out into the parking lot, too?"

"Sorry about the radio," I stepped back inside the laundromat. "They just
pissed me off."

"It's alright. They piss me off, too. But they're kinda like little brothers."

"Little brothers? They look to be at least twenty. You can't be more than
fifteen."

"I'm seventeen! I just look young because I'm so small--and cute," she grimaced
good-naturedly and vamped a demure little shrug. Then she went back to the
conversation. "Those boys are like my little brothers because they're all as
dumb as a post. Age has nothing to do with it."

"They're afraid of you."

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Last year when I was new, Tony pissed me off. He tried fucking with me when I
wasn't in the mood. I beat the piss out of him with a tent stake."

"That I can believe. Well, thanks. You kept me from getting my ass kicked."

"Yep. So, you gonna stick around while I'm doing my wash?" She quickly slipped
into a pouty little girl mode, "I don't know anybody in this big old town, and
I'd be so lonely." She took the laundry from me, and looked up at me with an
expression that mocked pleading.

Now, she was ten years younger than I - if she was telling the truth about her
age -- and I was a fairly respected accountant in my little town. Hanging out
with her was rife with danger, but I never stood a chance. And she knew it,
too.

"Of course, that would be the gentlemanly thing for me to do," I smiled. She
let loose with her full-on smile. It took me back a bit. Erin was really
stunning in a sneaky way. She was tiny, and looked young, but her moist eyes
were exceptionally sharp. Her hands and arms were strong, and because she was
wearing a white tank top, I could see that her chest and shoulders were
muscular as well; not bulky, just tight, with a hint of definition. Her breasts
sloped down evenly to their point, and cut underneath. There was no sag at all.
A tattoo of a snake poked its head out of the top of the tank top. I had no
idea how far down it went. She had a confident air about her, and always seemed
in control of the situation. Even her no-nonsense short haircut was in perfect
control. Her smile, however, wasn't controlled. It was natural, and feminine
and vulnerable. It was such an odd juxtaposition to her tough persona that it
threw me at first. Then, in a matter of a moment, it took me from being
sexually intrigued to being boyishly smitten.

"My god..." the whisper escaped from my mouth without my even being aware of it
at first.

"What?" she asked without being coy.

"You're just so beautiful when you smile," I confessed.

I was rewarded with a genuine blush. It made me blush in return, and we each
turned away and tried to find something in the duffel bag to make us look busy.
Of course, the first thing I got when I reached in was a pair of her underwear,
boxers. I was about to melt into a puddle of adolescent awkwardness when an odd
thought tumbled from my mouth. "I didn't know they made these this small!"

"They are a little hard to find," she said quite naturally, and the "I can
handle anything personal" came back. It helped put me at ease as well.

We talked for almost two hours while we washed, dried and folded. She had that
disarming openness that a lot of tough kids seem to have. She was "troubled," I
guess. Her older brother had killed her father about four years back. They were
both fairly psychopathic from the sound of it. Her mom tried real hard to move
into a new life with a new man, but Erin wasn't ready for that. Instead of
creating discord in the new house, she shoved off with the carnival about a
year ago. She had a two-month fling with one of the older guys, but other than
that, "just fun."

I told her about the marriage and the quick divorce, and about the string of
perfectly nice women I couldn't bring myself to fall in love with. Shit, I told
her more than I told any of them.

Then, it was time to go. I grabbed my stuff. She slung the duffel over her
shoulder, picked up the radio, and turned to me with a small smile. There was a
moment when I almost thought we weren't even going to kiss, but I couldn't let
that happen. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. She returned the
kiss gently, and then stepped back. She tilted her head to the side, as if
taking my measure, and then smiled a little sadly and turned to go. I watched
her all the way to the door and then finally went with my heart instead of my
brain.

"Erin!" I waited until she had turned to face me. "I know you are busy, but do
you think maybe I could see you tonight?"

"Sure... we could go back to your place right now if that's what you want to
do."

"Well," I could not believe the next sentence out of my mouth, "I'd really
rather we went out somewhere first. Someplace even nicer than this."

"If that's what you want. People will see you with me, though. They're gonna
talk about it all year long."

"I don't give a shit. Alright, maybe I do. But you need a night out, don't
you?"

"A night out would be a treat."

"I'll come up with something."

"Okay, lover. Pick me up by the Ferris Wheel at seven."

I was already hatching a plan that maybe went a little beyond what Erin had in
mind, but I wanted so badly for this to be more than just a bang with a little
hottie. I know... I know... the age thing... the respectable citizen thing...
the transient nature of her life. If that's all you can see, though, you've
never met your Erin.

I swung by the WalMart and picked up some young women's clothes, enough for a
few days, and the basic toiletries. I packed my own suitcase, too. I called my
partner and told him I needed some personal time, and he agreed to cover. We
were good about that kind of thing. I called my cousin to check on something,
and then it was time to go.

I drove my truck right down the midway, and picked her up. I didn't want to get
out and walk around and run into the assholes from the laundromat. She was
dressed in a little flowered sundress, and she looked just dynamite. She smiled
her full smile when she saw me, and that sealed my resolve.

I swung back out of the fairgrounds and headed out on the highway. I was quiet,
and she seemed to be willing to let me think. I felt like telling her
everything, but I knew that would blow it. Finally, after twenty minutes she
said something.

"Taking me out of town so no one sees you?"

"More to it than that. A lot more...good stuff." Most girls would have been
freaked out by the way I was behaving, but Erin already knew me well enough to
know I'd never hurt her. She was silent for the rest of the hour we drove, but
she did snuggle over and rest her head on my shoulder. The warmth of her tiny
body brought me instantly to that pre-erection state of excitement, where one
slight movement could create a raging hard-on. She just wanted the comfort of
proximity, though, and she knew well enough how to keep it from becoming too
much.

We ate dinner at a nice restaurant in the next county. Erin was glad for the
quality meal and ambience, but she was not blown away. This was a girl whom
plenty of men from plenty of towns tried to fuck, and a nice restaurant was not
going to make her all gooey. She did seem impressed, however, by the way I
didn't try to steer the topic to sex or to push anything in general. I was
happy just to be there with her.

After dinner, and a few dozen stares from restaurant patrons, we headed back
out to the truck. I didn't head back toward home, but further up the road. Erin
just went back to snuggling. She raised her head up and looked around as I
turned onto a little dirt road a few miles out of town. She knew we had to be
close to our destination, and she was becoming a little intrigued to see where
exactly it would be. As we turned off the road onto a small drive, a motion
detector kicked up all the lights, and she got her first view of the cottage I
shared with my cousin.

It was a nice place. A big three-bedroom log style house with plenty of
frontage on a fairly big lake. There was a dock and a big boathouse, and we
even had a raft about thirty yards offshore. I always love arriving at night,
because of the sudden flood of light when you hit the end of the driveway. It
has an almost magical effect, and it certainly made an impression on Erin. She
gasped, and turned to me with her full-on smile. It truly had been a stroke of
luck for me that my cousin and his family were at home this week and I would
have the cottage to myself-well, Erin and I would.

"How about a boat ride?" I asked as we pulled to a stop.

"Oh, god yes," Erin was still smiling broadly, and her strong little arms were
holding me fairly tightly around the neck. She wasn't in control as much as
before, and I had to move gingerly as I got out of the truck. I didn't want the
full-fledged erection I now had to get caught up in the steering wheel or on
the door.

I managed to avoid any major mishaps, and we had the small cabin cruiser out
and underway in just a few minutes. It was a little bit muggy, but it was a
still night and the moon was hanging low in the sky. Erin hadn't come from a
poor background, but she had been a city dweller, and it was obvious that she
hadn't been on a moonlight boat ride around a lake before. She stood next to me
and watched everything with those sharp eyes of hers, and her excitement ran
all the way through the fingertips clinging tightly to my upper arm.

She grew gravely serious when I let her pilot the boat, and I could see that
the thrill of controlling the big engine really got her excited. I knew there
was a "no wake after sunset rule," but we were way out in the middle of the
lake, and I had to let her push that big inboard hard for just a few seconds. I
put her hand on the throttle lever, and whispered in her ear. "Let it run,
baby. Let it run." She nodded and pulled the lever all the way down. The power
of the engine surged through the entire craft, and the front end rose slowly as
we gathered speed. The wind and the spray felt fantastic, and the sight of my
Erin breathing heavily with the thrill of controlling the surging cruiser
almost sent me over the edge.

She knew to keep it in the deep water, and piloted herself in a large circle
before slowly backing down off the throttle and letting the big beast come to
rest right where she had taken over. She looked at me with gratitude and
amazement, and smiled her vulnerable smile. I reached over and turned off the
motor and dropped anchor. Then, I just stared at her in complete rapture. There
was even a moment when I took on a paternal feeling for her and felt guilty for
wanting to have her. We just held each other's gaze as the wake from our circle
brought the boat up and down in several large swells. Then she stepped to me
and reached up to touch my face. She closed her eyes and just held onto the
moment as the wake rocked us in an ever smaller and more rhythmic pattern of
movement.

Slowly, she placed her weight into my arms, until I supported her fully. I
picked her up off of the bridge and carried her down into the cabin. I laid her
down on the bed and stroked her hair. She kept her eyes closed for a few
moments, and it seemed as if she might drift off to sleep. Then she opened
them, and looked at me with something I hadn't seen in her before, a powerful
longing. She had been flirtatious from the start, and many of her expressions
had elements of her lusty nature in them, but this was the first time I had
seen her truly desire the emotional side of lovemaking. My guilt and doubt
vanished forever, and I knew what was to be.

I gently slid down to the hemline of her sundress and slid the light fabric
over her compact body as she kicked out of her canvas tennies. Even in the
moonlight, I could see that the snake tattoo ran the length of her torso, and
trailed off a few inches below her belly button. As I slipped her out of her
black silk panties, I found that the snake's tail seemed to point to a tiny
patch of pubic hair trimmed into the shape of a heart. It was delicate and
feminine and juxtaposed to the phallic symbol of the snake. It was an odd
combination that seemed to capture Erin perfectly. I traced the snake with my
fingers, until I came to the small black bra which was the only clothing
remaining on her beautiful little body. I left it on her. Don't ask why, I just
liked it that way.

Erin's hands had not been idle while I removed her clothing, and she had
already unbuttoned my shirt and had my khakis unzipped. She sat up and slid the
shirt off of my shoulders, pausing to kiss them and my neck feverishly. I stood
up and she removed my pants and boxers while I stepped out of my deck shoes.

Erin looked at my erection for a moment and then slowly reached up for it. She
gripped it tightly in her strong little hands and began to move up and down
with the slight rocking of the boat. My hands shot up to the ceiling of the
cabin, and held me in place. I wasn't shy about moaning my approval, but didn't
use any words. It seemed unnecessary. Erin worked me for a while like this
before she moved her lips up to the glans. She kissed me there with passion and
tenderness, and slowly let her tongue begin to work its way around and up and
down my penis. My knees bent and I bucked slightly, but I managed to stay
standing.

I couldn't stand much more of this if I wanted to save my first orgasm for an
even more intimate moment, and I wanted desperately to repay this kindness
instantly. So, I lowered myself onto the bed with my beautiful young lover and
positioned myself on top of her. I kissed her passionately, and then began down
her neck and body, stopping to kiss and nip at her breasts through the fabric
of her bra. Then, I followed the snake the rest of the way down to the little
heart shaped patch of hair. I pulled slightly on this with just my lips, and
Erin began to buck and reach for my mouth with her sex. I hooked an arm over
each of her firm little legs and used my shoulders to push them back a bit,
raising up her vagina. Erin knew instinctively what I wanted, and used her own
arms to hold the legs back while I concentrated all of my energy and love on
one tiny spot.

I slid my tongue in and out as fast as I could, and then slowed to long,
lingering licks up and down the opening. I would pause at the end, and let my
tongue get caught on her clitoris as I moved my chin up as slowly as I could.
When I reached a certain point, the tip of the tongue would have to flip and
slide over her erect clit. Erin would gasp and squirm, and the knowledge that I
was pleasing her made me glow inside. After a few minutes of that, I began to
kiss and suck her clit, and she began to moan and was starting to have
difficulty controlling her arms and legs.

Suddenly, I felt a firm, but not violent, grip on my hair. Apparently, Erin
wanted something a little more substantial. I crawled on top of her, licking
back up the snake as I did so. Then, just as I was about to slide into her, I
knew that there was someone aboard this vessel who was a more natural pilot
than I would ever be. I rolled off to the side, and let Erin take the con. She
didn't need me to explain. She straddled me, and reached out to grab my
erection. As she pulled it down to guide it up inside her, I saw the same
thrill coursing through her as I saw in the moment she took the throttle lever.
In an instant she was in control. With leans and little body movements, she was
able to control my every ounce of thrust.

She started herself out down close to me, her hands alongside my head, and a
constantly flitting tongue traveling to my mouth and ears. It was not long
before she was sitting straight up, taking me deep inside of her while she rose
straight up and down the length of me. She was getting wild, but her light body
weight and remarkable strength and control kept her from slamming into me
painfully. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, and I massaged
her through the fabric. Her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip slightly. She
was completely swept up in the incredible moment, and she brought me with her
every step of the way.

Suddenly, her moans changed to a series of quick grunts, and it was clear she
was about to cum. Somehow, I had managed to stay with her up to this point, but
it was hopeless for me now. I began thrusting myself up into her as hard as I
could go, and she instantly adjusted her rhythm to match. There was no defense
against the tightening and pulling which ran up and down my shaft, and I found
myself emptying into her beautiful body.

Just as my orgasm subsided, she suddenly stopped her grinding and emitted a
series of little gasps followed by a long sighing moan. Her pubis rocked gently
for several seconds, and she slouched over and squeezed me tightly around the
neck until the fire inside her stopped.

After a few minutes, I felt a warm trickling running through my hair, and I
realized that she was crying. She wasn't sobbing, but she was obviously deeply
affected. I felt the tears begin to well up in my eyes as well. "That was the
sweetest, most beautiful moment of my life," she whispered. "Mine, too, baby.
Mine, too." I wasn't sure if the moment was right, swept up in the afterglow as
we were. Still, I had to say it. "Stay with me, Erin. Don't go back on the
road."

"What?" She sat up and looked at me in amazement.

"I love you. I want you to stay with me."

"How? I'm only seventeen."

"I'll come up with something. Look, you're past the age of consent in this
state. If I rent you a place, you can just come over, whenever." "I don't want
to be a fucking kept woman. I'll pay my own damn rent. I can get a job."

"Whatever you want...but when you're eighteen, I just want us to be together in
my house."

"What about your business? Your reputation?"

"I'm a good accountant, and I've already got as many customers as I can handle.

Cutting loose an accountant can be a big hassle. It won't hurt me much, if any.

Besides, come on, I'm in love."

She was quiet for a while, as if she was weighing her current life as a carnie
against the possibilities of this future. Slowly, she began to nod. "Okay," she
said calmly, like she had just agreed on a price for a used car. "Okay." Then,
suddenly, tears sprang from nowhere, and she threw herself into my arms. "Oh,
god," she choked out, "I've never been in love before."

I held her and smiled, reveling in the way my Erin went from being one thing to
the another without breaking stride. I felt so much joy in knowing I had found
a love so complete. I felt...

"Hey, lover," she interrupted my reverie, "are you up for doin' it again? And
this time, let's get a little kinky!"

I was up for it.

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