On Saturday, they called me because they were short-handed in the kitchen and needed someone to help serve. So I went on in. And there in the serving line was Chris. As I handed her plate, I "accidentally" brushed the back of her hand, and was rewarded with the sweetest smile I have ever seen. I knew I had passed the point of no return and was damned from that moment on.

I worked the rest of the week in the dining room. Chris and I managed to exchange furtive touches. And each time I was rewarded with that same sweet smile. I washed dishes every night, hoping to see Chris again.

After Thursday, I was convinced Chris wasn't going to come by the kitchen again, that in spite of her smiles I had scared her off. But, Friday night as I was finishing up the dishes, I heard a soft, tentative "Hello" from Chris.

"Well Hello yourself, Chris" I said. I threw caution to the wind and said "You look very pretty. I've thought about you all week." Chris smiled, and I swear I saw her blush.

I opened my arms and watched as Chris came to me. And when we kissed, my cock again twitched and grew hard. But this time, I didn't pull away. And neither did Chris. And when we finally came up for air I continued to hold Chris close, afraid that if I let her go she might run away again. But Chris held me just as tightly as I was holding her.

I ran the tips of my fingers very lightly up and down her sides. She squirmed and giggled against my lips, but didn't pull away. So I ran my palms up and down her sides, until I slipped my hands up underneath her t-shirt. Chris let me run my hands over her bare back. I was heaven. I looked at Chris as I lightly licked her lips, then kissed her again. This time I slid my tongue over her lips, and Chris rewarded my daring by slightly opening her lips against mine. Chris had closed her eyes for our kiss, but opened them wide as I licked her lips. Just the tip of her tongue touched mine. Well, that was all the invitation I needed to slip my tongue into her young mouth. But when I slid one hand down her back and cupped her butt, Chris suddenly broke our kiss and ran off.

OH SHIT!!! What have I done?? My cock shriveled and my heart pounded and my head swam. She's going to tell her mom, and I'm going spend the rest of my life in jail as Bubba's Bitch-wife. Or WORSE.

Rationalizing that "well, they have my address. They know what kind of car I drive. They can trace my credit card purchases, so I really can't run," I went back to the community shelter/center Monday as though nothing had happened. Besides, as crazy as it sounds - even to me - I was hoping to see Chris just once more before my life was completely ruined.