Bill's Story, Part 3

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Published: 25-Jun-2012

Word Count: 963

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This is a work of pure fiction. The author does NOT condone the actions contained in this work of fiction. Such actions will fuck up everyone involved, and everyone who knows those involved. And they'll land you in jail or worse. SO DON'T DO IT!!!

As fate would have it, I wound up working the serving line for Breakfast on Monday morning. And there was Chris! My heart was pounding. I was scared shitless, but I've also never been more turned on - more alive - in my life. And I was doing my best to "play it cool."

This time it was Chris who accidentally brushed my hand when I handed her a plate. Her smile would have melted a Glacier! I still didn't know if she had told anyone, or was going to, but in that moment I didn't care. It's a good thing I was standing behind a counter so that no one could see my raging hard-on. For the rest of the hour, I kept glancing over at Chris. Whenever she would look up and see me staring at her, she would smile or nod her head or both. And once I thought I saw her slightly open her legs underneath the table. But that was probably just my own horny imagination.

Monday night dishes - no Chris. All day Tuesday - no Chris. Wednesday - no Chris. By this time, I'm scared shitless about being caught, being locked up, and then the REALLY BAD shit happening.

I finished up the dishes Wednesday evening, then went to lock up. And there was Chris. She was wearing the same t-shirt and sweatpants she always wore, probably the only things she had. As much as I wanted to ask if she had told anyone, I wanted to hold her more. Silently, I stretched out my arms to her, and she came to me. Before I could say anything, she said she hadn't told, and would never tell. I told her she just made me the happiest man in the world, and I'd never again do anything that she didn't want me to or that made her uncomfortable.

As I stood there, just holding Chris because I dared do no more, I felt a tingle in my cock, and moved my hips away from Chris, because I couldn't help but get hard holding her young body. But I meant what I said about not making her uncomfortable.

We stood like that for an eternity. And something unexpected (at least to me) happened. I don't know why I was surprised my cock was stirring - and maybe I REALLY wasn't. After my cock stiffened and I pulled away from Chris, she moved forward so that my now-hard cock was pressing against her tummy. And so we stood holding each other.

At some point, Chris began rubbing my back. I took it as an invitation to do the same thing. I ran my hands over her back - slowly, gently. And Chris pressed just a little harder against my cock. God, I hoped that WAS an invitation. I began moving my hands lower ... slowly ... a little lower, then back up ... a little lower still, then back up. Until my finger brushed against the crack of her ass. Instead of pulling away, this time she held on tighter as I lightly ran my finger up and down her crack.

I bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. Then her lips. And she opened her mouth, her tongue reaching out to mine. We just stood there kissing, our tongues wrestling with each other. First in her mouth, then in mine, then again in hers.

When we finally broke our kiss, I looked into her eyes, still dreamy with what I hoped was passion, and asked "What do you want, Chris," and squeezed her ass just a little. I knew it was unfair to ask her that, but I wanted to hear her answer. And I was still afraid of what I was feeling, and I knew that the only thing likely to scare her worse than my telling her what I wanted would be to actually start DOING it.

Chris couldn't reach around me so she put her palm on my hard cock, and said "Touch me. Feel me." Then she whispered, "Love me."

Well, that was just too much for me. I almost creamed my pants right then and there. Did I hear correctly? Or did I just imagined what I WANTED to hear? Only one way to find out. I knew I didn't want to go too fast too far. If I could get her t-shirt off today, well that would be enough. I reached out and slid my hands up underneath her t-shirt as before. Only this time, as I moved them up I brought them around to her chest. Her breasts hadn't begun to develop. My fingers found her nickle-sized aerolas and traced circles around and over them. Her nipples were barely larger than pencil-points. But they were as hard as diamonds. Chris moaned softly as I gently rubbed her little nipples.

"I want to see you, Chris," I whispered in her ear.

Chris was trembling as much as I was as I slowly (giving her lots of time to say "NO") pulled her t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor.

"My God, Chris. You're Beautiful" I said. I bent down to her flat chest with her pale little aerolas, and gently blew on them. I didn't think her nipples could get any harder, but they seemed to. I flicked my tongue against her nipples - first one, then the other.

We both jumped when we heard the clock chime. Chris grabbed her t-shirt and gave me a quick kiss, and was out the door. But this time, I knew she wouldn't tell. I knew that it was just a matter of time. And I knew that there could be no going back, and no redemption for me now.

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Flintstone2258

Your makeing me as nervous as Bill

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