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 And it was Sunday morning.  We did breakfast in the trailer.  Sometimes a
bowl of cereal is just what you need.  Then we visited a while with Mizz
Helen.  And got into the truck and onto the road.  Headed north.  No place
to go and all day to get there.  Between a GPS and some topo maps, we ended
up in the woods on the bank of a creek, miles away from everybody else. 
Just the right sort of place to bring out an old blanket to spread on the
ground.

   By the time I spread the blanket out, I was facing a Cindy naked from
the waist down.  "Is that all I get?" I laughed.

   "You can have it all, babe," she said, and she peeled her t-shirt over
her head as I stripped.  We made love under the canopy of old-growth trees,
our music provided by birds and the rushing waters of the nearby creek.

   We were laying there in the afterglow when she stirred.  "I gotta go
pee," she announced.

   "Don't go too far," I said.  "Never know what there is in these woods
that might want to eat a little girl."

   "Yeah," she laughed.  "That already happened ONCE today!" She took a few
steps down the slope away from our blanket and squatted, facing me.

   "You know," I said, "I've never seen you pee before."

   Eyes twinkled.  "Oh, so you, like, wanna LOOK?"

   "Uh-huh..."

   She reached in between her thighs and spread her pussy lips.  The golden
stream spurted.  I was fascinated.  The flow dwindled to drip, then
stopped. "I don't have anything to wipe with."

   "I got paper towels in the truck.  Or..." and I stuck out my tongue.

   Giggle.  "I usually wipe myself before you eat me."

   "I know," I said.  "you're very clean.  But pee's not what makes a woman
smell nasty."

   And she was astraddle me, her pussy at my face.  And I licked her clean.
When I finished, she dropped to her knees and kissed me, hard, wet, her
lips and tongue bathing my face and mouth.  "Since you did, why shouldn't
I?" she said.

   "Yeah, but now I gotta pee."

   "Oh, I've seen YOU pee.  It's neat.  Sometimes I wish I was a guy, just
so I could pee standing up."

   "Girls can, if they want.  Takes fingers an' hips."

   "And you've seen this yourself?"

   "No, but I heard of it.  Oh, seen pictures."

   "You're lookin' at nasty pictures?"

   "Not any more..." I stood and went towards the spot still moist with her
urine.  She stood beside me.

   "Let me," she said.  Her fingers wrapped around my shaft.  "Oooh," she
squealed when the stream started.  "That's so neat!"

   The stream diminished to a dribble, then a drop.  "Shake it."

   "Nuh-uh," she said, kneeling.  "My turn." Her lips sealed around my
shaft and I felt her tongue working, milking me dry.

   I sat back down on the blanket, cross-legged.  Cindy sat in my lap,
facing me, wrapping her slender legs around my waist.  "Mmmmm," she moaned
through a kiss, then another.  "Baby, can it be this good forever?"

   "I will love you forever, and I will do my very best to always keep us
happy together, excited, loving, caring, just like now.  But we're going to
grow together, too.  And things will change, but that just means different,
and better."

   Her head buried in my neck.  "I don't wanna go back.  I'll just have to
go home.  An' Mom's gonna be bitchy.  An' I'm crampin', like my period's
fixin' to start..."

   "And I want you to stay with me, period an' all.  Baby, I'm doin' my
best to find a way so we never have to be apart.  But it's what we have to
do right now, okay?"

   Bronze hair swung in a nod.  More kisses.  Perfect little titties
pressed against my hairy chest.  Our lips could have been welded together,
as long and as tight as we kept them, our tongues writing hieroglyphic love
poems.

   Finally it was time to get dressed and return.  A zip through a fast
food line and we ate burgers on the road.  Entering the park, no car at her
trailer.  We didn't expect one.  It was still early for her mom to return.
Cindy brought her stuff back to her own trailer, except for her birthday
present clothes.  Now she was leaving clothes at my place.

   Five PM.  We were at the pool.  I was on a lounge and Cindy was swimming
when that ratty Toyota pulled on the road beside the pool fence.  Donna. 
"Hey, Dan," she yelled.

   "Hey Donna," I returned.  "You lookin' for Cindy, she's in the pool."

   Cindy's head popped up.  "Hey, Mom," she said.  "I'll be home in a
little bit."

   "Take yer time," her mom said as she drove toward their trailer in the
far corner of the park.

   My place, OUR place was empty without her that evening.  Sleep didn't
come easily.  I kept looking for somebody who wasn't there.  I got up the
next morning, had a bowl of cereal and headed to work.  During the day I
thought about Cindy, remembered her tests today, hoped, expected her to do
well.  Left work early.  Things just didn't feel right.  Got back to the
park before Cindy's bus showed up.

   Walked into the office to see Helen for my mail.

   "No mail, Dan," she said.  But I had a conversation with Donna today."

   "Oh, yeah?"

   "Yeah.  You know that Cindy gets up and gets off to school without her
mom even rollin' out of bed?  Yeah, she does.  Dear Miss Donna came in
about eleven.  Looked like she just got out of bed."

   "Uh-huh.  Kinda figured that was the way it was."

   "An' she was askin' me questions about Cindy..."

   My antennae went up.  Helen noticed my demeanor.  "No, nothin' about you
an' Cindy.  Nothin'.  But she asked me if I was serious the other day when
I said something about me takin' Cindy off her hands."

   "You actually SAID that?  To Donna?"

   "Yeah.  I get to be a gutsy ol' broad, you know.  What's she gonna do? I
let her live here for free.  Anyways, she asked me how you make somethin'
like that legal.  An' I told her, it was a matter of a court order." She
smiled.  "An' one a'my husband's best huntin' buddies is the local judge."

   "You're serious?"

   "Yeah, Dan, I'm serious.  She can move in with me.  But I gotta know. 
This is your last chance.  Are YOU serious?  About Cindy?"

   "Helen, you dear lady!  Yes, I'm serious about Cindy."

   Dan, I'm gonna be her legal guardian.  By the end of the week.  So
where's she gonna live?  With me.  Or with you?"

   "Uh..." I stuttered.

   "Hah!" grunted Helen.  "You two ain't keepin' much of a secret, you
know. She GLOWS when she's with you.  And it ain't that "I'm with my
friend" glow.  Well, some of it is ...  An' YOU!"

   "Okay, Helen, I get the point.  But if I don't admit anything, then you
don't KNOW anything."

   "Yeah, right."

   "She lives with me."

   "Good.  That's what I expected.  I'll have her clothes and stuff here
tomorrow.  Oh, an' her mom's sellin' that trailer, like she can get shit
for it.  Well, she IS getting shit for it.  I'm payin' two or three times
what it's worth.  Part of the deal.  Her dong du jour promised her that
they could find good work in Vegas."

   "Yeah?" My knees were weak.  Yesterday's faint dream was almost a
reality.

   "Donna's gonna tell Cindy tonight.  I tol' her that if Cindy wanted, she
could stay with ME tonight after she tol' her.  I suspect you might want to
be the one who deals with Cindy.  I don't know how she's gonna take it. 
Her an' I talked about somethin' like this before, a week or so ago, an'
she kept lookin' at YOUR trailer, like I wasn't gonna notice.  Like I said,
neither one a'you can keep a secret."

   "Wow." I said.  "Just wow!"

   "Dan, I doubt that I really need to tell you this, but if you ever hurt
that child an' I find out, I will have you hunted down like a dog. 
Tomorrow me an' Donna are goin' to see the judge to sign the papers.  Then
she's got an airline ticket.  Gone.  An' I expect hell will freeze over
before we see her back in Alabama."

   "Helen, you're amazing ...  Wonderful." I went around the counter and
hugged her.  "There's no amount of 'thank you's" for this..."

   "Dan, just be good to her." Helen was smiling as I left.  I don't think
my feet were touching the ground.

   I was in my trailer when I heard the bus drop off Cindy.  I didn't go
outside.  The normal drill was for her to go home, then come back to do
homework.  An hour passed.  I heard a knock on my door.

   My heart was pounding as I opened it.  I expected Cindy.  I got Cindy
and Helen.

   Helen looked around.  "You keep good house for a single guy."

   "Thanks, I guess," I said.

   Cindy looked at me.  It was a look I hadn't seen before.

   "Well, Dan," said Helen, "I'll let Cindy tell you the news."

   "What's up, sweetie?" I asked.

   "Mizz Helen says she already told you what's goin' on.  Mom's movin'. 
I'm not."

   I stepped toward her and wrapped her in my arms.  "I'm sorry, baby, but
at the same time, I'm not."

   "Me neither," said Cindy, but there was a trace of an uncontrolled sob
there, too.

   "Mizz Helen's gonna be my legal guardian."

   "I know."

   "Dan.  I talked with Mizz Helen.  She says I can live with you." She
looked at me.  "If you want me to..."

   I bent my head down and kissed Cindy on top of her head.  "Yes, I want
you to."

   Helen smiled.  "Good!  Now I'm gonna go home.  With Cindy in my car. 
Dan, you can leave behind me.  An' bring Cindy back with you.  I just don't
want her mom to see me leave without her."

   An hour later, Cindy and I were at the catfish joint.  She was smiling.
"Dan, can you believe it?  We're together!  Forever!"

   "Shhhhhh!" I hissed.  "Don't let people hear you say that!"

   "Ooopssss!" she grinned.  "But there's nobody around." She was right. 
Monday was a slow night for fried catfish.

   We finished supper and got into my truck.  "Now, my Cindy forever, let's
talk."

   "Yes, my Dan forever."

   "We have to be careful.  You're fourteen.  I'm forty-two.  That makes
you jailbait.  And not only will I go to jail, so will Mizz Helen.  If
ANYBODY ever thinks that there's more than just friendship between us."

   "I know..."

   "Now, around the park, well, I don't think people pay any attention, but
we still have to be careful in public.  A little hand-holding while
walking, a hug like you'd give your uncle, that's all."

   "I know..."

   "Until your sixteenth birthday."

   "What happens on my sixteenth birthday?"

   "Mizz Helen will have the papers ready for the judge to sign so we can
get married."

   Squeeeealllll!  "Oh, Dan ...  it's real!"

   "As real as YOU want it to be, Cindy."

   When I pulled back into the park, I did my normal visual sweep.  Donna's
car was gone.  Nowhere in sight.  Cindy and I went into the trailer and
locked the door.  And I had a sweet hundred-odd pounds of redheaded doll on
me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her lips
showering my face with kisses.

   "I never have to leave you again, Dan."

   "I know, Cindy.  And you have no idea how happy that makes me.  No idea
at all."

   "Oh, but I do." She sighed.  "But baby, I have bad news."

   "Bad news?"

   "Yeah.  'Member yesterday when I said I thought I was crampin'?"

   "Yeah?"

   "I started my period."

   "So?"

   "I wanted to make love to you, but I can't.  Well, I can, but I don't
wanna.  I know Mom did that.  Heard her boyfriend say she was on the rag."

   "It's okay, baby.  We love each other.  And we have forever." Kisses. 
"Homework?"

   "No," she said.  "I had those tests today, remember?"

   "Right.  How did you do?"

   "I dunno.  Lots of funny stuff like "answer these questions in fifteen
minutes", an' I really had to work to finish."

   "Baby, they don't expect you to finish."

   "I finished.  The guy who was watchin' us, Mr.  Hardesty, he looked at
me funny.  But he looked at my papers an' smiled.  They said it would be a
couple of weeks before we find out the grades."

   "They're not grades, baby, they're scores.  And if you finished,
well..." I smiled.  "You gonna shower first, or me?"

   "Me." It's a good thing that I specified blackout curtains in the place
when I ordered it.  Because it doesn't take long for a fourteen year old
girl to be delightfully, desirably naked.  And presenting herself for
miscellaneous kisses and gropes.

   Fifteen minutes later she got out of the shower and I got in.  I
finished showering just as the last of the hot water came out.  Well, there
was enough warm left for me to shave.  I stepped out into the aisle and
toweled off, then helped my Cindy dry and brush her hair.  I noticed she
was wearing panties.

   "Blue panties?"

   "Yeah," she pouted.  "Damn ...  uh, darned period!"

   "You're still smart.  You're still funny.  You're still beautiful.  And
periods don't last forever."

   She stood and turned to face me, perky breasts pointing their pink
nipples at me.  Pinker than normal.  I touched one.  "Oooo!" she squealed.
More sensitive, too, apparently.  Must be the period.

   She kissed me, an act that required me to bend over to make up for our
difference in heights.  And she whispered, "You know, there's some things I
can do to celebrate tonight..."

   "I appreciate that, baby, but that's not gonna do things for you..."

   "Hah!  Don't be silly.  You should know that I like playin' with this
thing.  Come on!" And at eight o'clock we were turning out the lights. 
Except the one she demanded next to the bed.  "I like to see what I'm
doin'," she'd said early on in our relationship.  "I like to see you doin'
me and I like to see what I'm doin' to you."

   She pushed me backward onto the bed and crawled her way up me, kissing.
All the way to my lips.  There it was long, and hot.  Then a whisper.  "Now
your Cindy forever is gonna suck you.  An' you're gonna come."

   "Baby, that's wonderful that you want to do that, but you make me do so
much.  I'll tell you when it's close..."

   "I know what happens to you when you get close," she said.

   "Yeah, but, so you can pull it out so I don't come in your mouth..."

   Kisses.  "Baby," she purred, "I already know what your stuff tastes
like..." She was right.  Happiness was having a sweet thing like her clean
the juices of your orgasms from your genitals with her mouth.  "D'ya think
that I was just goin' to do this just ONE time the other night?  I LOVED
it. It's so neat that I can make you come like this.  An' I've come all
over your face.  So why wouldn't I want to be sucking on you when you
come?"

   "You're sure?"

   She slid down and answered the question with action.  Three or four
weeks of pleasant explorations and playful interludes, and my Cindy knew
what makes my dick work.  And she worked it.  Suction.  Tongue.  Teeth. 
Hands.  The head.  The coronal ring.  The shaft.  Balls.  Nothing was
missed.  Everything was eagerly and expertly attended.  I was even more
excited by the visuals.  Red head bouncing up and down.  Every now and then
those green eyes looking at me.  Her mouth would release me and she'd
smile. And she'd go back down with an "Mmmmm..." and I was in nirvana.  I
could feel the feelings building.

   "Mmmm, baby!  I'm so close."

   Smack!  "Uh-huh.  Your balls are getting tight.  Come on!" Slurp.  Suck.

   "Oh, god ...  ohgodohgodogod ...  it's.  it's.  comminnngggg!" And I
spurted.  Caught my Cindy by surprise, I think.

   Her "Mmmmm" changed to "Mmmphh" and she swallowed.  And sucked.  And
jacked.  And she knew from our lovemaking how my body reacted in orgasm,
the timing, the diminishing thrusts, and how I used her pussy, and she used
her mouth in exactly the same way.  And she knew that when the orgasm was
over, we'd lie together until I softened and fell out of her pussy, and she
did that with her mouth, gently sucking and tonguing me past the end of my
coming, finally releasing me from her mouth, soft and clean.

   And you should have seen the smirk on that face.  It broke into a grin.
And she made a big deal about wiping up a stray drop of semen from the
corner of her mouth with a fingertip, then sucking her finger clean.  And
her head bobbed, giggling, and sucked my soft dick completely into her
mouth, and she chewed gently with tongue and teeth, then crawled up on top
of me.

   "So tell me, baby, d'you still kiss a girl after she's sucked you off?"
I answered with lips and tongue.  Then a giggle.  "You know, you owe me
one."

   "Yeah.  And I will pay you back.  That is the most spectacular thing
ever done to me with a mouth.  You're the very best."

   "Mmmmm," she said, nestling into my chest.  "My pleasure, sir."

   "I love you."

   "I hope so.  I don't have a momma any more."

   "Yeah, she'll always be your mom.  An' you have Mizz Helen, too."

   "An' you?"

   "Forever." I kissed the top of her head.  "Now, let's go to sleep.  You
have school tomorrow and I have work."

   No more lonely nights.  The alarm went off at six.  I hit snooze and
rolled over and kissed my Cindy.  Was rewarded by a kiss back.  And then we
got down to the business of the day." She watched me drive off and then
waited for her bus.

   I floated through the day.  Even the "difficult personalities" that seem
to gravitate towards construction work were no hurdle today.  I couldn't be
shaken.  I couldn't wait for the day to end.  Somebody remarked that my
intensity seemed to be fading.  I laughed.

   Driving back into the park, I stopped at the office and found Cindy
standing there in schoolgirl perfection, talking with Helen.  They were
laughing when I walked in, and they both turned toward me.  Cindy bounced
up and gave me a hug that teetered just over the edge of chastity.

   Helen said, "You two look like honeymooners."

   "Uh..."

   "Oh, shit, Dan," she said, I KNOW!  So at least acknowledge that you
don't think I'm stupid."

   All I could get out was an "aw shucks" grin.

   "Anyways," she said, "I got the paperwork signed.  An', let's see, it's
almost five.  Donna's just about to Vegas.  An' the judge says that I will
get money from the state for foster care.  I don't need it, so I'll put it
in an account for Cindy.  An' he's takin' care of all that child protective
services crap so they don't bother me.  An' I got her medical insurance
covered.  State does that for foster kids, too."

   "Wow!  You've got all the bases covered."

   "More than you think.  Judge, he's a widower.  Wife died a year ago. 
Got ME a date tonight." She was grinning like a schoolgirl herself.  "I
don't know how to act..."

   "Yeah you do," I said.

   Cindy was grinning, too.  "Mizz Helen's got a boyfriend," she laughed.

   "Ya'll go on," Helen said, grinning, waving us out.

   Cindy jumped in the truck for the short drive to my trailer space, then
got out.  I got to the door to unlock it.  "I guess since you live here, I
need to give you a key, huh?"
   "Either that or I'm gonna have to sit on the steps waitin on ya."