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

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

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

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

   "Uh, Dan," she says.

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

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

   "My shoulders get cold..."

   "Your pants."

   "No, I guess not.  Why?"

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

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

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

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

   "Just 'almost'?"

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

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

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

   "Moonlight Sonata.  Beethoven."

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

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

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

   "Pancakes," said Cindy.

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

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

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

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

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

   "Hey, Dan, you're early."

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

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

   "Great!"

   "An' Cindy?"

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

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

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

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

   "You really think?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "You might be surprised."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Well, no..."

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

   "No.  but..."

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

   I didn't say anything.

   "I'm right." She smiled.

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

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

   "Thanks, Helen.  I appreciate that."

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

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

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

   "Are you serious?"

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

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

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

   "You think?" There was hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I just want to be held right now."

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

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

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

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

   Quiet voice.  "Hold me, Dan."

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

   "I need you, Dan..."

   "What you mean, you need me?"

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

   "And you're mine."

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

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

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

   "Forever.  Is forever."

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

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

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

   "You'd marry ME?"

   "Haven't I told you that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "No.  What?"

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

   "You make me feel good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Moonlight Sonata?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Oh.  Want me to turn it up?"

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

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

   "You bought this for ME?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Noooo.  What?  Tests?"

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

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

   "Ya think?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Uh-huh," she said.

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

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

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

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

   "Leave you behind?  Never..."

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

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

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

   "That's happened to you?"

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

   "What'd your mom do?"

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

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

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

   "But why me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I licked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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