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 And Monday morning came.  I wasn't one to hate or dread Mondays, but I
dearly despised going away and leaving Cindy to catch her bus.  I went
through the day almost on autopilot myself.  Fortunately for the project,
nothing came up that required a lot of attention.  Nah, I can't say that. I
shift gears pretty fast in the face of real problems.  I was happy none
showed up on Monday.  As I drove out the gate I speed-dialed Cindy on my
phone.

   "Hey, sweetie," she answered.  "You on the way home?"

   "You betcha, I am on the way home, and it has been the longest day of
work I can remember." A five-day holiday with Cindy had altered my thinking
drastically.

   I stopped by the front office to check the mail.  No Helen.  She was off
in Europe with her new husband.  Steve was in the office and he handed me
my mail.  I thanked him, commented on the number of visitors in the park,
and then headed to my own trailer.

   Cindy heard the truck and met me as I was climbing out.  When I shut the
door, I turned to find myself in her arms, her red hair shining in the
light of dusk.  We kissed.

   She giggled, the tip of her tongue sticking out.  "I really LIKE this!
We can kiss in public, babe!"

   "Yes we can, babe," I said.  And I kissed her again.  "Load up!  We're
gonna go to Aunt Sally's Kitchen."

   She was grinning as she got into the truck.  The center console was in
its stowed position and Cindy's beautiful little butt was buckled beside
me. "I kind of thought that's what we'd do today after all the food this
weekend," she laughed.

   "So how was getting back to school?" I asked.

   She smiled.  "Mr.  Hardesty let the cat out of the bag about his plan. I
got some strange looks from some of my teachers.  It was cool!"

   "Do any of your classmates know?"

   "Oh, not yet, but it'll get around, I'm sure."

   I sighed.  "Then it will get interesting, I'm sure."

   Her face clouded slightly.  "Uh-huh.  I'm not sure how that's going to
look.  There are a few that already treat me different because I make
straight A's and help the teachers out in class."

   "Anything bad?"

   "Oh, no," she said.  "A couple of athletes are still playing because I
helped them pass math class.  With those guys as friends, I don't have to
worry about bullying at school."

   "Any of them put the moves on you?" This was a larger concern to me.

   Smiles.  "Yeah, babe, a few guys have paid attention to me.  But I was
telling them that I HAD a boyfriend.  Today I got a few questions about my
ring."

   "And?"

   "I told people the truth.  I'm married.  Period."

   "Teachers too?"

   "Teachers too."

   The phone rang.  I flipped it open.  Caller ID said Jim Hardesty.  "Hey,
Jim," I said.

   "Hey, Dan.  I heard some news today.  I'm kind of startled."

   I took a deep breath.  I liked Jim and his family.  They were good
people.  But this might be a bit much.  "About a certain red-headed prodigy
(his words) wearing a wedding band?"

   "Yes.  Exactly.  What about it, Dan?"

   "It's true, Jim.  Judge Charley Peebles married us last week.  Underage
waiver and everything.  It's legal."

   "Wow, Dan," he said.  "That's a hard thing to get my mind around."

   "Jim," I said, "I value you as a friend.  If you want me to explain it,
you're my friend and you get an explanation.  I think I owe you that."

   "Dan," he said.  "I dunno.  She's one of my STUDENTS!"

   "I understand, Jim," I said.  "Before this summer I'd have had the same
questions.  Heck, right NOW I'd have the same questions.  But YOU know that
Cindy's a special case."

   "Yeah," he sighed.  "I know she's a special case.  But ...  marrying
her?"

   "All I can say is that we sort of rescued each other."

   "But ...  Married?"

   "Jim.  It's just that way.  I mean, we're MARRIED.  As opposed to
sneaking around, or "do 'em an' drop 'em" or anything exploitive.  I am an
honorable man.  And at fourteen, she is a unique and very honorable young
lady.  Who is now my wife."

   There was a pregnant silence, then Dan spoke.  "When you look at it that
way, Dan..."

   "Jim, look, I am very happy to call you my friend.  You and Ann both. 
But have you ever seen me without Cindy?"

   "Now that I think of it, no."

   "It's still that way.  Except we're married.  And I ...  we still want
to call you and Ann our friends."

   My truck was parked in the restaurant parking lot by now.  Cindy was
gazing at me, listening to my side of the conversation and what she could
catch of Jim's.

   "Have you told Ann?" I asked.

   "Yes I did.  And she's the one who told me to call you," he said.

   "How'd Ann take it?"

   "Apparently she took it better'n me.  Said you were a nice guy and Cindy
was a sweet and unusual young lady, and that stranger things have happened
than this.  And get over it."

   "So are you getting over it?"

   "But you married ...  a fourteen year old..."

   "I would have married this person had she been fifty, too.  What a
startling person she is."

   "Startling.  That's an interesting adjective." He sighed.  "Okay, Dan. I
may wake up in a cold sweat later, but I understand.  I think."

   "Still friends?"

   "Friends.  So ya'll need to come over and visit, okay?"

   "We'll be happy to.  Soon."

   "Okay, Dan.  Forgive me for questioning your intentions, okay?"

   "No, Jim," I said.  "Nothing to forgive, there.  You take your job
seriously.  I appreciate you caring about Cindy, in and out of school."

   "Dan, that's just me an' you.  We both take our jobs seriously.  Talk to
you later, okay?"

   Cindy held her hand out for my phone.

   "Uh, Jim, Cindy wants the phone."

   "Let 'er talk to me," he said.

   "Hi, Mister Jim," she said.  "I guess you heard the news, huh?"

   "Yes, Cindy, I did.  It surprised me."

   Cindy sighed, "I'm sorry.  Dan and I wanted to tell you personally (a
little white lie) but things just didn't line up for that.  I really like
you and Mizz Ann."

   "Cindy," he said.  "It was a shock and I guess I took it wrong.  I'm a
teacher ...  well, a guidance counselor, and you're one of my kids.  How my
kids are treated is important to me.  I didn't want you hurt."

   "I understand, Mister Jim," she said.  "But Dan's a good man, and if it
wasn't for him and Mizz Helen, my life would be bad.  And you, too, Mister
Jim."

   "I understand, Cindy," he said.  "Everything is okay with us now.  I'm
happy for your good news.  Ya'll need to get over for dinner soon, okay?"

   "Okay!" she squeaked.  "Thanks, Mister Jim!" And she closed the phone.
Looking at me, she said, "Baby, you didn't sweat that much when Tootie
cornered you."

   "I know.  But Jim's not family.  He's a friend.  And that's a different
set of rules.  I wanted him to think well of us.  You and me."

   We went inside and had a pleasant meal.  And the dear old ladies who
owned the place noted the matching rings.  And smiled.

   The taller one said, "We thought you were such a lovely pair ... 
Congratulations!"

   Cindy beamed.  "Oh, thank you so very much!  You honor us!"

   That completely melted the two ladies.

   We bid them goodbye and left.  In the truck, Cindy belted in and slumped
against me.  "Gosh, Dan," she said, "This bein' married is a strain."

   I put my arm around her shoulder.  "I'm sorry, babe," I said.  "I knew
we'd cause some upset."

   "You know," she opined, "You'd think people would be happier for us. 
D'you know how many people just shack up these days?"

   "I don't think that's it, babe.  I think it's the fact that you're so
young.  People who care enough to treat us like individuals and to find out
the situation, THEN make judgment, they're going to accept this.  But a lot
of people will look at us and see and older man exploiting a tender young
girl."

   "Oh, yeah..." She took a breath.  "Like I want you to exploit me when we
get home?"

   "Oh, no, babe," I laughed.  "I exploited you last time.  This time you
have to exploit me!"

   Laughing and giggling in relief, we drove back into the park, entered
the trailer, and exploited the daylights out of each other.

   Life got back to a routine slowly.  After a week or so, all the local
places we visited, cafes and restaurants, the same places that had gotten
used to Dan and his young friend, now were getting used to Dan and his
young wife.  Or in some cases, Cindy and her husband.  Cindy was a striking
young lady, both in her appearance and in her polite and mature demeanor
and women took a liking to her, conveying on her no guilt or ill will.  So
I was Cindy's husband and if it was okay with Cindy, it was okay with them.

   We finally did get a chance, too, as promised; to go to the gun range
and I coached Cindy in firearms basics.  I had thought, foolishly, when
considering that I had yet to put something in front of Cindy that she
backed down from, that she'd be timid at the prospects of handling lethal
hardware, but no...

   "It's something I've been thinking about," she said.  "These are tools.
Right now I'm learning to use them."

   So I coached her.  First range session wasn't going to turn my girl into
Annie Oakley, but I showed her how to use both pistols at ten yards (you'll
never use a pistol at a longer range, not for self-defense, I told her) and
the shotgun at the same distance.  I thought a twelve-gauge shotgun would
be a bit of stretch, even for little Miss "I can do it", but I told her
about pulling the butt into her shoulder and using the ghost-ring sights
and SHE asked for the second five rounds.  A man-sized cardboard silhouette
lacked a midsection from her efforts.

   With the AR-15 rifle, she had fun.  After a few sketchy "this is how you
do it" pictures about the sights, the lifespan of a four-inch clay pigeon
at a hundred yards was distressingly short.

   Following our exercises, I showed her the fine art of weapons
maintenance.  She was impressed with the apparent simplicity of good
weapons design and function.  And after I showed her disassembly and
assembly once, I let her try it on her own.  With four different guns.  And
her first attempt needed a little coaching and reminding.  Her second and
third attempts didn't.

   Back at the trailer, I distributed the weapons around the place as they
always had been.  "Now," I said, "I feel better.  I know YOU know what's
going on, and YOU know how to use one of those if you need to."

   She looked at me wearing her "serious" face.  "Yes I do." She smiled. 
"You, know, babe, you just keep giving me the tools to take care of
myself."

   "What?" I looked at her.

   "You want me to be able to take care myself.  You show me that I can do
things."

   "Oh, well, baby, I want you to be independent.  Except for one thing."

   Her brow knit in her little "worry" look.  "One thing?"

   "Yeah," I said, "pulling her against me.  "I want you to depend on me
for your love and care."

   She nestled against me.  "Oh, you don't have to worry about that.  I
will never leave you or forsake you."

   "I still worry.  You still go to school and see guys your age and you
tell me they try to put the moves on you."

   She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to meet her face
to face.  "So what," she said.  "You CARE about me for my mind and for my
future and YOU know how to do things.  You've given me wings, and I'm not
just talking about that old airplane, either." She looked into my eyes. 
"Do you know that when I close my eyes at school I think of getting home to
YOU?  Well, I do, you know." She held her hand up, showing me her ring. 
"This means something to me.  Everything.  Besides, it's Saturday.  Why
don't we get the heck out of here and go find us a big shower?"

   We did.  This time when we walked in with bags in hand, we were holding
hands.  After a marathon session naked in the middle of a king-sized bed,
we walked back out, dressed for a concert.  She was in an outfit guaranteed
to etch itself in any male mind: Simple "little black dress".  Tastefully
subdued black pumps.  Flawless skin.  Green eyes.  And perfectly aligned,
every strand in place, red hair.  I was wearing my "let's look civilized"
suit.  And we walked out, and heads turned.

   Our night on the town included a concert by a very competent chamber
orchestra, a meal at a fine restaurant, and a stroll in the park.  And we
returned just after ten PM, stripped off our clothes and showered together.
I shaved and Cindy dried her hair and we kept exchanging glances in the
mirror we shared.

   Naked.  In bed.  I pushed her onto her back and pinned her, our mouths
meeting, tongues caressing each other.  Her arms and legs wrapped around me
drawing us together, my dick trapped between us.

   "You are perfect, Cindy!  I am the luckiest guy in the world."

   Her eyes twinkled.  "And I'm the luckiest girl.  Because we're MADE for
each other." Her mouth met mine again and she squirmed under me until my
dick popped from between us and slid down her wet, waiting slit.  "Mmmmmm,
baby," she purred.  "All my perfect evenings end with us mating."

   "Why is it that when I'm thinking of something, getting ready to say it
to you, you say it to me first?"

   "Cuz," she said as she wiggled her pussy to line up with my dick, "it's
like when I told Mizz Sara we were married.  She said it figured, 'cuz I
was a little female version of you."

   Her pussy caught the head of my dick and I slid, well, with her
deliciously tight pussy, I pushed inside her.  "OH, god, baby.  That
feeling will NEVER get old."

   "Mmmm!  No it won't." She giggled.  I felt her butt's musculature
tighten as she pushed up forcing me further into her.  As we pushed
together her delight was expressed in tinkling glee and I laughed along
with her.

   "You are a joyous lover, babe!" I said.

   Her eyes were bright, but she bit her bottom lip, then said, "We always
start out laughing, but then it gets serious..." She pushed up and I pushed
forward and we hit our rhythm.  I could feel her thighs flex, wrapped
around me.  My hands found their way to her waist and I gripped her to
better gain purchase as I drove my dick into nirvana.

   Her own hands were on my shoulders, her fingers digging in and as things
got more intense, she moved her head forward, her mouth searching for
purchase on my chest.  I felt her teeth bite into my chest, her lips
sealing around the point of contact, sucking.

   As she reached orgasm, I heard muted cries from her occupied mouth and I
joined her in a parallel universe, my balls contracting as I sent spurt
after spurt deep inside her pretty pussy.  Her head fell back to her pillow
and her eyes opened.

   "Oh, Dan, I did it again ...  I'm sorry..."

   I was going to have a bruise.  With teethmarks.  I rolled sideways,
holding her in my arms, putting her on top of me.  "I'm not!  It just adds
to something that is an indescribable mixture of sensations.  All of them
intense.  And if you want to bite me, then I need to be bitten." And I
kissed her.  Well, she kissed me, easing forward for her lips to meet mine.

   "Now I want to taste the mix we made, baby!" She kissed me again and
spun around, presenting me with a soppy, freshly fucked pussy, glistening
with juices, hers clear, mine pearly.  And I leaned forward to cover it
with my mouth as my tongue scooped it into my sucking mouth.  Cleaning off
her clit got me a moan from her that reverberated the entire length of my
body.

   Finally she turned around and I looked into those green eyes.  My hands
touched the sides of her head, brushing that red hair back and drinking in
the smile.  It was MY smile.  For ME.  I had found the most perfect girl in
the world and she loved ME.

   And I had a strong suspicion that she felt the same way about me.

   I went to sleep with my cheek on her mons, the scent of perfect
femininity in my nostrils.

   I woke up in the middle of the night to the soft, wet tugging of her
lips on my soft dick.  In the dim light of the room, I stroked her sleek
head.  Her tongue worked me to hardness and she mounted me smiling.  "Hey,
babe, I don't think I can wait until morning." Giggle.  She was grinding
her pubic bone into mine.  My Cindy knew herself and me as well and I
started adding a vertical component to her sliding horizontal motion.  She
was taking care of her clit with her moves.  Mine was massaging my corona
deep inside her pussy, and we were both headed to heaven together.  I
watched her toss her head back, biting her bottom lip, going
"Nnnnnnnngghhhh!  Dan!  Push!  Push me OVER!  Yeaahhhhh!"

   I pushed up, lifting my ass off the bed, lifting my mate with me as my
dick poured liquid fire into her depths.  "Aaauuughhhh!  Cindy!  Doll!"

   This time she fell forward into my arms.  I scooted up in the bed,
finding my pillows and she fell asleep on top of me.

   We woke up mid-morning in a luscious tangle of arms and legs.  After
giving my baby a kiss on her lips, I moved down toward her mons.  I would
have been happy just to feel her downy red pubic hair against my cheek and
to smell her femaleness, but a hand pushed my head towards a goal further
down.

   She giggled.  "Roll over.  I get to be on top."

   I feigned a whine.  "But you were on top last night..."

   More giggles.  "I'm the girl.  I get first choice." And she put herself
in position for a perfect sixty-nine.  I lapped happily, bringing her to
orgasm.  She lifted me to ecstasy once again, and we showered together
before loading up and leaving for breakfast.

   Walking out in the cool morning, she was wearing a pair of jeans she
filled perfectly, and a pine green sweatshirt that illuminated that head of
hair as if it was a spotlight.  We talked our way through breakfast,
lingered over a coffee apiece.

   "Mizz Helen's supposed to get back today," she said.  "I'm anxious to
see her."

   "Do you think she'll still manage the park, babe?  After all, she's
married to the judge, and he's got money.  She doesn't need to work."

   Cindy smiled.  "She didn't need to work before.  She liked to work. 
Maybe she'll just do weekends and when there are a lot of people.  She
likes that most of all."

   "We'll see, then, won't we.  I'd miss not seeing her at the office every
day."

   "That's your clue, babe.  She didn't take days off, hardly ever."

   I ran back through memory.  "You know, you're right?!?!?  I never paid
attention."

   "Wow!  We need to get home.  I need to mark this day down in my diary."

   "Why?"

   She giggled.  "It's the first time I can remember that I knew something
that you didn't."

   "You know," I said, "I doubt that it'll be the last.  Let's go." I paid
the check and we walked out into a fine fall day.  An hour later we were at
the park and Helen's car was indeed there.

   We walked in to find Helen at the counter and Judge Peebles sitting in a
chair.  Cindy ran to give Helen a hug and I shook the judge's hand.  I
noted the gold band.

   "So how's the married couple," he asked, smiling.

   "Great.  Wonderful.  Perfect," I answered.

   Helen and Cindy were smiling at us.  I sat down in a chair beside the
judge and we chatted.  I asked about where they'd visited and what they'd
done, and I watched Cindy's face.

   "Dan," she said.  "When your project is over, can we go?  To Europe, I
mean?"

   I turned to Judge Peebles.  "See what you started?"

   He grinned.  "If I were you and I took HER to Europe, I'd chain her to
my wrist so some modeling agency doesn't kidnap her.  She's even more
beautiful than when I married you two."

   Cindy bounced over and kissed him on the cheek and turned to me
grinning. And she stood by my side.  I put my arm around her waist.

   Charlie said, "So tell us, how's the news of your nuptials being
accepted?"

   And Cindy recounted the Thanksgiving dinner story.  And I told them
about me and Jim's conversation.  And a few others.

   Helen said, "You know, Charlie and I talked about that.  We figured it
would cause some heartburn, but you don't look like a child molester and
she doesn't act molested."

   Cindy smiled demurely.

   Charlie said, "I don't even have to ask about regrets.  You two are the
epitome of a happy couple."

   "We are," Cindy interjected.  She recounted her recent school exploits
and the flying and last night's concert.

   "Speaking of concerts, you and your friends need to do another show here
one weekend."

   "I thought you didn't like banjo music," I said, laughing.

   "You damned engineers.  You don't forget anything!" He laughed.  "I do
so much enjoy seeing people having a good time!"

   Cindy was walking out to the truck.  Helen said, "Dan, Donna's old
boyfriend's been comin' in the park pretty often lately.  I don't know why.
Just thought you oughtta know.  I called the sheriff's office and they know
about it now."

   "Thanks for the info, Helen," I said.  "We'll be careful."

   I told Cindy.  "Oh he's just a weirdo.  No tellin' what he's thinking."

   I also made a phone call to Jim Hardesty.

   "Hey, Jim," I said.

   His voice sounded a little bit closer to the guy I used to talk with
before he found out that I married one his fourteen year old students. 
"Hey, Dan!  What's up?"

   "Not much.  Cindy and I were wondering about Tuesday evening.  I can
foot the bill for pizza so Ann doesn't have to cook."

   I heard him yell in the background communicating the option to his wife.
"Ann says no anchovies."

   We'll see you guys about six then."

   "That works for me.  Everything okay?"

   "Yeah, just work stuff.  Mizz Helen's back from her honeymoon."

   "Helen had a honeymoon?"

   "You didn't know?  She married Charlie Peebles.  Judge Peebles."

   "No joke?  Ain't that somethin'!"

   "Kinda what I said."

   "Isn't he the judge that married you and Cindy?"

   "Same one!"

   "Hah!" he laughed.  "Okay.  We'll expect ya'll Tueday.  Like around
six?"

   "Yeah.  I'll call the pizza place when we get on the road."

   We finished out our weekend with bicycle rides around the park after run
up the road to grab the nearest fast-food burgers.  Oh, yeah, my Cindy has
a soft spot for burgers, among other things.  Nice thing about running
through a drive-through is that we were back home in the trailer in twenty
minutes.  Half an hour later we were swapping places in the trailer's tiny
shower.  I was shaving and she was drying her hair.

   Next on the agenda was opposite ends of the sofa, legs tangled in the
middle.  TWO laptops.  I heard giggles, then my email beeped, and I looked
at the latest cute picture that had tickled my young love's fancy.  By
nine-thirty we straightened up our little home and I dutifully followed her
to bed.

   There's a lot of soft talking that can take place when you love the
person in your arms.  We talked.  And loved.  And slept.

   The Monday morning alarm's cruel intrusion woke us, and Cindy adjusted
my attitude in a positive direction by crawling atop me for good morning
kisses.  And a giggle.

   "There!" she laughed, bouncing out of bed.  "That's all you get until we
get back home."

   It wasn't all, exactly.  There was a long, luscious kiss before I headed
out the door.

   Monday was Monday.  The staff meetings were getting a bit more anxious
and strident as various parts of the puzzle that was a modern industrial
site were being brought together.  Some pices hadn't made it to the table
in the expected times and tempers were fraying.  I was happy that MY piece
of the pie was actually ahead of schedule.  Ever the team player, I pitched
in where I could to help the project along.

   Four o'clock rolled around and I was out the gate.  I found my Cindy at
the front office with Mizz Helen and Judge Charlie.  Cindy gave me a chaste
little kiss in welcome and I greeted my two older friends.  We spent a
little while discussing the events at work and the latests happenings in
the news, and then I collected Cindy for the short run to the trailer.

   We were in the door of the trailer in another minute.  Cindy dropped her
bookbag at the end of the sofa and turned to me smiling.  We embraced and
kissed.  "God, I missed you," she said.

   "I missed you too, little green-eyed girl." I viewed her face, that
faint spattering of freckles that she wanted to hate and that I adored,
telling her they were like glistening drops of dew on a perfect rose.  I
kissed each cheek softly.  She quivered and sighed.

   "Salad for dinner?" I said.  "And then..."

   She smiled at me.  "And then homework, shower, and..." She giggled
lasciviously, "Whoopee!"

   "You sure are practical, babe!  You still getting homework?"

   She sighed.  "Yeah, the math teacher and English teacher both think that
the exercises will be good for me.  I'm talking to the math teacher,
though. Asked her if I could take her final exam before Christmas break,
and if I pass it she drops the homework thing."

   "And English?"

   "She gives me credit for writing," she said as we locked the door behind
us.  "And I love to write, you know."

   "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I DO know.  Do YOU know that some of your
stuff has been forwarded to a couple of college professors?"

   "He-he!  Yeah!  Isn't it cool?" Cindy's English teacher was angling for
a college position herself and had been putting forth my Cindy's work to
build her case.  I don't know how much good it was doing the teacher's
chances, but the name of one Cindy Smith-Richards was making its rounds at
a couple of institutions of higher learning.

   "What about science?" I asked.

   "I took some of your pictures and gave a presentation on your project. I
showed one of your substations and showed what the equipment looked like in
real life and what it looked like on the drawings."

   "How was that received?" I asked.

   "The teacher loved it.  And a couple of geeky kids.  And there was some
"Wow, cool!" But you know, there's a bunch of kids that just don't know,
don't want to know, and don't care."

   I shook my head.  "Sadly, babe, that's too much of the population.  If
they can have a few toys and whatever, they're happy enough.  Willingly
oblivious."

   "That's a perfect phrase.  Anyway ...  had fun with it and so did a few
others.  And I got an "A" and the science teacher pretty much leaves me
alone.  Sometimes I show up, sometimes I help out in math class." She
paused.  "D'you know that some of the OTHER math teachers are asking for me
to help out in their classes?"

   "I didn't know that.  I'm proud!"

   To the strains of Chopin ("I don't know if I LIKE Chopin.  Sometimes it
seems like he's trying too hard to sound sophisticated," according to
Cindy) we navigated to the restaurant.  Seated at our Monday table, we were
joined by one of the owners.  She recommended our choices of fare and at
our request joined us for conversation as we enjoyed a leisurely dinner.

   As we drove back into the RV park, I noticed a familiar red truck
heading to the exit from within the park.

   I showered while Cindy finished her homework, then I was watching TV
when she got out, waved to get my attention, then playfully struck a pose,
showing off the naked body that I worshiped.  And she dried her hair.  As
she finished, I stood behind her with a hairbrush, polishing those bronze
tresses to perfection, knowing that in half an hour they would be in
tousled disarray.

   We watched an hour's worth of TV together, I in gym shorts and a
t-shirt, she in panties and a t-shirt, each of us possessing an end of the
sofa, our legs in a tangle in the middle.  She snaked her toes up the open
leg of my shorts and twiddled my balls, leering at me.

   "Enough TV, babe?" Her eyebrows raised in suggestion.

   "More than enough."

   She withdrew her foot and got up to walk ahead of me to the bed at the
other end of the trailer and crawled straight onto it from the foot,
resting on her belly.  I crawled right in behind her and bit her ass
through her panties.

   "Eeeek!" she giggled.  "You still hungry?"

   "A wise man always leaves room for dessert!" I laughed.

   She twisted under me, flailing legs, to lie on her back.  Her thumbs
hooked the waistband of her panties.  Her eyebrows arched above a happy
smile.  "How about a peach for dessert, then.  I know how you love a nice,
juicy peach!"

   I skinned her panties off in one move.  My mouth found one of several
favorite places on the nubile beauty before me and I received a juicy
reward until she pulled me up face to face with her.  "My turn," she purred
into my ear.  And she pushed me onto my back.  As she repositioned herself,
she peeled off her t-shirt.

   In profile I viewed her perfect titties, nipples pointed in arousal. 
And she bent her flexible young body to take my hard dick into her mouth.
Her teeth bit gently behind its coronal ridge and she moaned, "Mmmmmm"
through lips encircling my shaft.  I felt the vibrations throughout my
being.  She sat up and eyed me lustfully.  "You know, " she said, " I just
bet that if you ate me and I sucked you, we could both come about the same
time."

   That was a bet I had to accept.

   Repose came to us, a satiated couple, in the form of Bach's Brandenburg
Concertos.