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Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 03:10:06 -0500
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IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to
read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do
something else.
This material is Copyright, 2000, Uther Pendragon. All
rights reserved. I specifically grant the right for all
reproduction necessary for normal Usenet propagation. I
specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE
electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice
is included. Reposting requires previous permission.
Many of my other stories can be found at:
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or requests, please E-mail them to me at anon584c@nyx.net.
All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination; any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
# # # #
Hide and Seek
by Uther Pendragon
People think that you can see through pine branches, but green or
brown clothes are invisible against the tree roots in evening
dusk. I dropped down, rolled under, and proved my point. I
bumped into somebody who was already there. "Go away," she
whispered.
"Move in a little more," I whispered back. Since there was no
way that only one of us would be caught, she moved. I pressed up
against her.
By now, figuring clothes, voice, hair, and height, I had
identified Shirley. Shirley was a grade older and just my
height. I would have recognized her sooner if I had ever heard
her whisper before. She was more the yelling type. We both
froze as feet pounded past on the dirt outside. I couldn't tell
if it was Jerry. When the feet were gone, I put my arm around
her. It wasn't meant for anything. It was to keep me as deep
under the branches as possible. Someone ran past again, and I
used the trunk to pull myself further in.
Then we both relaxed, and I let go. My arm eased down across her
chest, and the hand fell on a hard bump. She tensed, and I moved
my hand immediately. Which brought my thumb up against another
bump. I grabbed her arm expecting either a yell or a fight. She
stiffened but seemed to accept that it was an accident. She
wasn't the only one who stiffened, however. My peter started to
grow and press against her bottom.
I moved away and again expected a fight. Her response was more
like a silent giggle. Then her hand moved back into the space
I'd made. She felt my pants leg and then found my peter. I
thought that someone was walking up the path, and I didn't want
to talk. I moved my hand to her shoulder, then slowly down
across her chest. She could stop me by moving her hand. She
didn't. We lay there with my hand trying to figure the shape of
her tiny new breast through a couple layers of cloth and her hand
exploring my peter in the same way. Both explorations were
making my peter bigger, but didn't seem to have any effect on her
bump.
Jerry called "Allee allee infree," in the distance. Shirley let
go and started to push back.
"Give me a second," I said. I straightened and rolled out. The
first roll over my front hurt a bit, but the next time I lifted a
little. I was straightening my clothes and brushing myself off
when she rolled out and stood up.
"Race you back," she said. I could tell from her tone that she
knew I wasn't in a shape for running. I let her run off and then
started walking at an angle. There was no sense in letting the
others guess where I had been hiding.
THE END
Uther Pendragon
Hide and Seek
2000/11/10
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