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 I returned to my own trailer.  I turned on the TV, but it was only
background noise as a million thoughts went through my head.  Were my
motives as pure as I thought them to be, or did I harbor some hidden
desire. I finally convinced myself that I hadn't embarked on a premeditated
scheme to entrap this dear little princess.  Finally I undressed and got
into bed.  In the dark I listened to the distant thunder, the occasional
lightning flash casting patterns on the walls.

   I don't know if it was the close thunderclap or the cellphone's ringing,
but I woke up with a start.  The light from the display of my ringing phone
caught my eye and I reached for it.  It could have been nothing good at
this time of night as I fumbled, thinking family emergency, work, whatever,
until I got the display to my eyes and saw the letters: CINDY.

   I answered.  "Yes, baby?"

   "Mr.  Dan.  The wind's blowing hard an' this trailer's not tied down. 
It's rockin' an' I'm scared."

   That was a legitimate fright.  Travel trailers are very much susceptible
to the winds from storms.  I paid extra to get mine tied down against such
troubles, knowing I was going to be here for several months.  I guess Donna
never thought of that or spent the money.  Since it was Cindy's safety at
stake now, I'd see that was rectified tomorrow.  But right now, I had a
scared Cindy to deal with.

   "Okay, baby.  I'll be down there in the truck in a minute.  Watch for me
at the door.  And bring some clothes, okay?" I had no idea what Cindy slept
in.  Or if she'd need to get dressed in the morning.  Or whatever.  I
pulled on a pair of jeans and stuck my bare feet into shoes and drove
across the park to Cindy's trailer.

   I pulled in, getting as close to her door as possible, even though it
wasn't raining.  Yet.  I hadn't stopped before the trailer door opened and
Cindy flew out, slamming it behind her.  She had a shopping bag in her hand
as she pulled the truck door open and jumped in.  She slammed the truck
door behind her, that sound competing with another thunderclap.  The short
drive back across the park was flash-illuminated by lightning.  Cindy's
face, illuminated by the strobing, was seriously frightened.  I pulled
alongside my own trailer, exited the truck and ran around to open Cindy's
door.  She almost leaped from the truck to the step of my trailer and I
followed her through the open door, fastening it securely behind us.

   Inside the trailer, in the single light I left on as I'd hurriedly left
only minutes before, I got my first real look at my frightened Cindy.  The
hair, slightly tousled, face, definitely frightened.  Dressed in a
nightshirt that made it all the way down to just below the cheeks of her
ass.  Okay.  Not an insurmountable problem.

   But I did have an insurmountable problem.  You remember when I said I
was an engineer?  Yeah?  Well, we engineers tend to want design
optimization, as in, "this travel trailer is my home and it should fit ME!"
As in "one bed".  MY bed.  Gave me a bit more space to make long-term stays
in the trailer a bit more pleasant.

   Okay.  Not insurmountable.  There WAS the sofa.  I opened a storage
cabinet and hauled out a sleeping bag and started unrolling it.

   "T-t-thanks, Mr.  Dan," she said.  "I was REALLY scared.  Mom's trailer
was rockin' in the wind."

   "I know, baby," I said.  "It'll be okay now.  Here's a sleeping bag. 
I'll get you a pillow and you'll be okay.  You want something to drink?"

   "No," she said.  "Just the bathroom."

   I pointed.  "You know how those work..." I waited for her to get out,
then I went in myself.  And drew a breath.  That perfume I'd smelled
earlier in the evening.  It was there.  I finished peeing and flushed.  I
zipped up and opened the door.

   "Heard you pee," said Cindy.

   "That's the trouble with these things.  You hear EVERYTHING!" I said.

   Cindy said, "You think hearing somebody use the bathroom is bad, try
ignoring your mom doin' it with her boyfriend at the other end of the
trailer an' both of them are drunk an' all you have is that stupid curtain
between you an' them."

   "Ugh!"

   "Yeah."

   "Bed time?"

   "Okay.  I guess." She slid herself into the sleeping bag.  Yes, it was
late summer, but I kept a healthy air conditioner going.  I liked sleeping
in the cool air.

   She nestled her head into the pillow.  I guess I probably shouldn't
have, but who can resist giving a girl a good night kiss.  I bent over and
kissed her on her cheek and whispered, "Good night, sweetness..."

   I crawled into my own bed after shedding the jeans.  Sleeping clothes
for me was t-shirt and drawers.  I didn't OWN a pair of pajamas.  No, I
never expected to share the space with a thirteen year old girl.  But I was
in bed.  With the blankets pulled up to my chin.  And the strobing of the
storm approaching was accompanied by thunderclaps following in rapid
succession.  It was getting close.  I snuggled into my pillow and prepared
to sleep.

   FLASH-CRASH-BOOOOOOM!  The storm was here!  I could hear the winds
fighting the flat sides of the trailer but I worried not at all.

   Then "Daaannnnnnn!!!!!!" and a bounce and there was a thirteen year old
girl plastered against me.  "Hold me!  I'm scared!"

   I had no doubt that she was scared.  Shaking.  I held her.  Of course,
she was OUTSIDE the covers and I was UNDER them.  So it was chaste.  At
least in my mind.

   "C-c-can I get under the covers?  I'm cold..." And it was not time to
refuse.  And she was trembling scared, so sliding away from the greatest
temptation I'd ever faced, that option was off the table.  And that
"sliding under the covers" part?  Cindy slid down.  Her nightshirt didn't
do as well.  Her shoulders were covered.  And that's the package I wrapped
in my arms.  Her head was just under my chin and she turned to put her
cheek against my chest.  Tendrils of subtle perfume tickled my nostrils. 
Whatever Cindy's mom might be, she'd chosen perfumes wisely.

   "Better?" I asked.

   Cindy wiggled into me.  "Mmmm-hmmmm.  I feel so safe, Dan."

   No "Mr.  Dan"?

   Her leg pushed between mine.  "I'm just tryin' to get closer.  I'm
scared.  And cold."

   Okay.  I was scared too, but it had nothing to do with the propensity of
tornadoes to run through trailer parks.  No, mine was more of "we, the
jury, find the defendant guilty..."

   And there was another wiggle.  And Cindy's face turned toward mine.  A
lightning flash illuminated her for a brief moment showing me those
beautiful eyes and lips slightly parted.  I don't know why I bent my face
closer, but I did, licking my lips for moisture.  And her face moved
upward. That kiss that had caused me such angst earlier?  What happened now
made that a mere schoolyard peck.  Scared little girl's hands pulled me
toward her and she insinuated herself fully against me.  Her lips were
moist, soft and hot and they parted beneath mine to let out a tongue.

   Here's another one of those points where I might have had a chance to
defuse the situation.  I COULD have kept my lips closed.  But that tongue
touched my lips and they parted.  My own tongue had a mind of its own as it
met hers.

   Our mouths were melded together, tongues exploring.  A tiny moan escaped
her.  The kiss finally ended.

   Cindy spoke first.  "Dan, I wanted this.  You gotta know that.  I wanted
this.  I never kissed a guy before.  I wanted to kiss you."

   "You've never kissed anybody before.  And you kiss like that?"

   "Dan, I told you I heard stuff going on.  They talk.  I couldn't help
but listen.  I heard about kissing and tongues.  Did I do it right?  It
felt good.  Did I do it right?"

   I didn't say anything.  I answered her with a kiss.

   "Mmmmmm" escaped around our joined lips.  We broke.  A purr.  "I did it
right..." More kisses.  Her body was pressing against mine in ways that
were at once knowing and innocent.

   I know she had to feel my dick.  I was as hard as I've ever been in my
life.  I'm no giant in that regard.  Six inches.  But it was in champion
form tonight.  I hadn't had a woman in, well, I just didn't remember.  And
now, pressed against me, was perhaps the most perfect young girl on the
planet.

   "Baby," I said, "you know what you're causing in me?"

   "Uh, kinda..." she whispered.  "I mean, I've never done ANY of this. 
All I know is what I heard.  Is that your ...  uh, your dick?"

   "Yes, baby, it is." I took a deep breath.  Somebody had to take a deep
breath here.  This was already way past redemption, but I did have some
shreds of scruples left.  "Cindy, listen to me."

   "Yes, Dan."

   "Cindy, you're the single most beautiful woman I have ever kissed in my
entire life.  But you're thirteen.  And we need to stop before we go any
further.  Really."

   "B-but Dan ...  s'pose I don't want to stop..."

   "Oh god, Cindy.  I'm whatever you want, sweetness."

   "Dan?  Whatever I want?"

   "Yes, Cindy..."

   "Dan, I want you to be my first.  My Dan..."

   "Oh, Cindy..."

   "I do." She pushed me over on my back.  Her hand went down my stomach
and her fingers slid under the waistband of my drawers, instantly finding
the head of my erection.  "I want to learn all about this and I want to
learn all about me and I want to learn all about us, Dan."

   "B-b-but the storm, Cindy..."

   She kissed me softly.  "When you kissed me, Dan, that was more than ANY
storm could ever do." She reached and turned on a light.  I want you to see
me an' I wanna see you, Dan." She tossed the covers off us and knelt beside
me in the bed, then with two hands peeled her nightshirt over her head. 
She gazed directly at my appreciative eyes as she then hooked her thumbs
into the waistband of those powder-blue cotton panties.  She stood on the
bed, bent over to avoid the low ceiling, and dropped her panties to her
feet, then stepped out of them.

   I gazed at her completely nude body.  Her breasts were young girl's
breasts.  There was room for growth, but wow, what was there just now,
swelling to an "A" cup, quarter-sized areoles, nipples like little pencil
erasers, just as pink, just as rigid.  A pubic mount deliciously rounded
and decorated with a light sprinkling of fine red hair.  The top of her
sexual slit was visible, leading to the crease that disappeared between her
legs.  And those green eyes and that face, framed by only slightly
disarrayed red hair.

   "Dan, get your pants off for me, baby..."

   That took about 2.3 seconds.  She looked at my erection.  "Where's your
hair?  You're s'posed to have hair."

   "I shave it, baby.  Keeps it cleaner and cooler."

   "Looks neat.  Not that I have a lot to compare it to." She knelt back
down beside me and took me in her hand.  "Oh, Dan, I want you to show me
all about this.  How to make you happy."

   "Are you sure, baby?  Really sure?"

   "Yes, my love..." And that was the first time the "L" word had come up
in conversation.

   From her kneeling position she bent over and closed her mouth over the
head of my dick.

   "Gahhhhh!  Cindy!  Baby!"

   Cindy looked at me.  "That's another thing I heard.  Now do you think
I'm serious?" She took my hand and placed it on her breast.  My fingertips
explored her soft, sweet mounds, then teased at the nipples.  "Mmmmmm,
Dannnnn!"

   I pulled her down toward me and kissed her, then pushed her upward to
bring her nipple to meet my lips and I sucked it into my mouth.

   "Oh, goooooooshhhhhhh!  Dannnnn!  Your mouth!"

   It was time to find about the center of her sexuality.  I moved my
fingers down her soft belly to tease briefly in the hair of her pubic
mound. She sighed and purred, her body shaking noticeably.  My fingers slid
further, the tip of my index finger tracing just the surface of her slit.

   "Ooooooohhhhhh," she moaned.  "Yesssssss!"

   My finger dipped deeper and started back toward the front.  I paused to
dip it into her virginal opening.  There was the slightest hindrance of a
hymen.  My fingertip entered easily.  "Aaahhhhhh".  I silenced her moan
with my lips.  Our tongues entwined and my fingertip lightly touched her
little clit.  "Nnnnnnnnnnn" escaped our kiss.  As our lips broke apart, she
said, "Dan, do that some more."

   "I'd rather do this," I said, rolling her onto her back and then kissing
my way down, briefly suckling both nipples, dipping my tongue into her
navel and showering kisses on her fuzzy mound.

   "Oh, yes, Dan.  That.  I.  Want.  That!" And a hand pushed my head
further down.  I could smell the musky pungency of her excitement before
the tip of my tongue tasted the juices jeweling the lips of her slit.  I
loved it with my tongue, replaying my finger's previous journey, savoring
all the senses, the taste, the smell, the feel of moist, soft, HOT flesh,
hearing her mewing and sighing under my attentions.  I heard distant
thunder as the storms moved away, and I created storms especially for my
Cindy as my tongue met the little pink pearl of her clit head.

   "Yessss!  Ohhhhh, Dannnnn!" I lapped happily, ending each lick by
sliding the tip of my tongue over the head of her clit.  My Cindy was
quivering.  Her hands held my head still, urging me to pay attention to her
clit.  She was thrusting hips up to press it into my tongue and I was
happily obliging.

   "Ohgodohgodohgod ...  Dannnn.  Yes.  There.  Hard!" I did.  And
"Ennnnnngghhhhhh!" and she collapsed with an exhaling sigh.  Unresponsive.
I moved from between the thighs and cradled her lithe body in my arms and
kissed her face lightly.  And post-orgasmic Cindy was even more beautiful
...  her eyelids fluttered and she returned to consciousness with a smile.

   "Oh, Dan ...  Now I know how that's supposed to feel..." Her hand
wrapped behind my head and she pulled me to kiss her.  We traded tongues
and breath, our arms fighting to pull one another closer.  Finally she let
me go then pushed me onto my back with a purposeful look in her green eyes.

   "I want you to be my first, Dan.  Maybe my only ever, but for sure my
first..." And she straddled me.  Her pussy was still dripping with orgasmic
juices when it contacted my dick.  My dick was hard enough to cut diamond.
Laying flat down on top of me, Cindy kissed me as hips moved her pussy in
varying angles in relation to the head of my dick.

   "It feels good down there," she announced, then she rose back up on her
knees.  Her little hand reached underneath her and she guided my shaft with
two fingers, lining the head up with her virginal opening.  She looked at
me smiling.  "I love you, Dan," she said, pushing her pelvis downward.  I
felt the head of my dick pressing into her against some resistance, forcing
its way in, expanding that virginal pussy for the first time.

   "Go slow, baby," I said.  "Let it get used to things."

   "Oh, Dan, it feels so good.  So full!" And she raised up, withdrawing
from me, then slid back down, burying more of me within her.  And again. 
"Mmmmmmm, Dan..." And again.  And a last time.  Her hands were on my chest
as she tried once more to push me deeper into her and realized that there
was no more.  My dick was fully buried in her pussy.  She smiled.  "Dan ...
You're all the way inside me."

   "I know, Cindy.  And it's the best place in the whole world."

   She stayed still for a few moments and then rose off me, withdrawing,
then back down, sinking me inside her.  Smiles crossed her face.  "I really
like this," she said, punctuating her voice with her hips.  She
experimented with angles and motions until she found where she needed to be
on each stroke to press her excited little clit against my dick.  Once she
determined that motion, she went at it with determination.  My little Cindy
was taking charge of her own orgasm, and somewhere along the way I'd better
get one for myself.

   It wasn't going to be a difficult task as I surveyed this happy young
beauty making love to me.  I held onto her waist as her hips swiveled and
thrust, and I was meeting her thrusts with my own.

   "Baby, you're doing it to me ...  I'm gonna come," I hissed.  The
pressure was building.

   Cindy was into another dimension.  Her eyes were clenched shut and she
was biting her lower lip, the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile as
she worked her first orgasm with me.  Snorts of breath were audible as she
breathed through her nose.  "Nnn." Thrust.  "nnn" thrust "Nnnn" thrust. 
And I was meeting her in mid-thrust, buried into my sweet little Cindy as
far as possible.

   "Cin," I gasped.  "I can't hold any longer." Breathe.  "I'm." Breathe.
"Commmminggggg!" Spurt!

   Cindy felt it and she was close enough that the spurting of my semen in
her was all she needed to trigger her own orgasm.  "Dannnnn!  I.  Oh. 
Ahhhhh!  Again ...  Nnnnn.  Comminggggg!" And incoherently, she did.  I
caught her in my arms as she fell forward, the last spurt of my orgasm
discharging just between the lips of her pussy.  I held my Cindy in
post-orgasmic bliss, kissing the top of her head until I heard "Mmmmm,
Dan..."

   "Hello, little girl.  I love you, you know."

   She turned her head to face me.  "I hope so.  'Cuz I love you, too."

   Her hand moved down to the sopping wetness between us.  She smiled.  "We
got ourselves a mess, huh?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "We do."

   She withdrew her hand and surveyed her soppy fingers.  Her eyes cut
towards me mischievously and smiled.  And she stuck her wet fingers into
her mouth.  "Mmmmmm," she said, pushing her hand back between us.  This
time, she put her wet fingers in front of my mouth.  This was no time to be
finicky.  I sucked her fingers into my mouth, licking them clean.

   "It's gonna take a long time doing it this way," I said.

   She looked at me quizzically.

   "Turn around," I said.  She spun around and I moved her legs apart to
accommodate my face.  "I don't know about you, babe, but I'm licking this."
And a gasp as my lips and tongue hit her sopping pussy.

   She gasped again and said, "Then THIS is okay, huh?" and I felt her
mouth close over my dick, sucking, then lips and tongue moving over my
pubis, then my balls.  "I hope I'm doin' this okay" she said.

   "Mmmmm, perfect!" I answered.  Minutes later, we finished.

   "Cover me up, baby, my butt's cold," my little darling delicately
announced.  I was laughing as I searched for the covers.

   Next question: "Dan, what time is it?"

   "One in the morning, sweetie.  Why?"

   "Just wonderin'."

   "Oh." I paused.  "Are you okay?"

   Cindy replied, "I'm the most okay I've ever been in my whole life."

   "But ...  with everything?"

   "Dan." She took a breath.  "Yes.  I am.  I know all that stuff about
virgins and things like that.  That's one thing.  And another thing.  I'm
not going to be pregnant.  Mom put me on the pill right after I started
havin' periods.  So that's okay."

   "Wow.  You told me..."

   "Oh, baby, noooo," she cried, "I don't mean it like THAT.  I don't want
YOU to worry."

   "Baby," I said.  "I wasn't worried about you getting pregnant."

   "No???"

   "No, sweetie.  You see, right after my wife had our daughter, she had
some complications that could make it very bad if she got pregnant again.
So I got fixed.  I can't make babies."

   "Really?" she squealed.  "Really?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "No babies." I looked at her.  "So you might want to
think about that 'I love you' stuff if it means 'forever' and husband and
wife and family and stuff."

   "Hmph!" she snorted.  "What's that got to do with how you treat me.  Or
how I treat you?"

   "Just a thought."

   "Doesn't matter." A statement she punctuated with a kiss.  A Long kiss.
With arms wrapped around me.  "Dan.  I love you."

   I regarded the angelic visage before me, sublime smile, perfect nose
peppered with freckles ("I hate my freckles") green eyes and long luxurious
lashes, and those wild bangs blanketing her forehead ...  There were many
worse things a man could see before him every day.  There were NONE better.
"I love you too, Cindy."

   "Forever, Dan?"

   "Cindy.  You're thirteen.  Forever is a long time."

   "Don't you believe I love you, Dan?" she said tearfully.

   "Yes, baby, I believe you.  I'm sorry." I kissed her.  "I just want you
to be sure.  I don't want to think about NOT having you in my life."

   "Me too, Dan," she said.  "Me too."

   And we kissed and eased off into sleep, grateful for the thunder in the
distance that had bonded us together.