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OK, I've decided to repost the start of the story because I've
hit a wall trying to write the next chapter.  I am really not
sure which direction to take the story next.  Anyway, please
enjoy the first four chapters if you haven't already read, and
please send me feedback at punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com

For everyone who has written and offered criticism/praise/ideas,
thank you so much.  I promise to get chapter five out soon.

-pyj


(RP) Punk Rock Girl   Chapter 1-4
by punk_you_jenkins


Chapter One

I watched them move from store to store - all the trendy ones
that a suburban mall can offer.  Their shopping bags were like a
cornucopia of mass culture - the Gap, Old Navy and Abercrombie
and Fitch.

Had anyone paid close attention, I would have surely stuck out. 
An old tattered ball cap, navy blue hooded sweatshirt and green
baggy cargos aren't unusual per se, but you wouldn't normally
find them in this end of the mall, surrounded by this season's
must-have looks.

Fortunately for me, nobody paid close attention.

So I was free to watch the three girls, no more than 14, as they
spent away their Christmas money.

One of them captured my eye from the moment I first encountered
them at the Food Court, and truth be told, she was the one I was
following.  Shorter than the others, she had the most radiant red
streaks in her blonde hair and her creamy skin set off her pale
blue eyes like you wouldn't believe.  She wore the uniform of the
typical mall-punk kid - a trucker cap with "Porn Star" etched in
sparkly letters, a tight thrift-store t-shirt smoothed across
under-developed breasts and hip hugger jeans with a studded belt
sublty revealing the make of the panties beneath, but not the
style or fabric.

To be fair, I wasn't at the mall to stalk.  This was the only
mall in town with a decent record shop.  The place even had a
fair-sized vinyl section with some re-released Pistols and Stiff
Little Fingers.  I just had time to kill when I saw this girl
laughing with her friends.

But eventually, I grew weary of the stores' tinny p.a. systems
inviting me to "Shake My Tailfeather" or party like it was my
birthday, so I abandoned my leisurly persuit and headed for my
original destination.

I was engrossed in the tracklist of a rare Clash import disc when
the three girls made their way into the store.  I glanced up as I
heard the infectuous giggle of young teen girls.  For a second, I
was captivated again by those eyes.  They had an innocence to
them, but they hinted at some deeper understanding.  And they
were sexy, especially when she furrowed her brow in
concentration.

I forced myself to look away as they turned to find the latest
Good Charlotte-look-alike band's concert DVD, so I didn't notice
that my girl had broken away from the pack and made  her way
towards me.

"It's a killer record," I heard a soft feminine voice say. 
"Japanese release only."
 
I glanced up and found myself mere inches away from the most
captivating eyes I had ever seen.

"Yea," I managed to say.  "It looks pretty good."

"Have you heard of the Dead Milkmen?" she asked.  "You'd probably
dig them, judging by the discs you have in your hand."

I had heard of the band, but was still unable to find my tongue.

She giggled.

"I've totally seen you here before dude, I like your taste."

I was astonished.  How had I not noticed this supple young
goddess before today?  And how had I managed to get her to notice
me?

"My name's Anne," she said, offering her soft hand to me.

"J.P." I responded, enjoying the feel of her warm fingers in
mine.

Suddenly the spell was broken by a call from one of her friends.

"Come on Annie-gurl, my dad's totally gonna be pissed if we're
any later."

Anne giggled and blushed. 

"Sorry, that's my ride."

"Wait," I exclaimed. "We should hook up and listen to some music
or something."

She eyed me curiously, then blushed.  

"I'd like that," she said.

"Here, take my number," I said as I hurriedly scrawled it out on
the back of an old ATM statement.

As she left I couldn't help but stare.  Her little ass was
perfect and the image of it walking away would be forever burned
in my mind.  

I couldn't believe I'd had the guts to offer to meet her again. 
That really wasn't my style.  And she had said yes!  Of course, I
was probably ten years older than her.  She probably had some
boyfriend her own age.  No way she'd be interested in me.  And
besides, I'd get in serious trouble if I tried anything, and I
was hardly the smooth operator with girls my own age, let alone
some thirteen (fourteen?  who knows) year old goddess.

--------

The next few days passed in silence and I began to lose hope. 
Then one Saturday afternoon my phone rang.

"Hey, it's Anne."

I swallowed hard and tried to find my voice.

"Uh hey,"

"You remember me, don't you?  From the record shop?"

Of course I remember you, I thought.  Out loud I said, "Yea, yea
for sure, what's up?"

"Well, I was gonna hit the mall today, and I was wondering if you
wanted to meet me and talk about some music," she said nervously.
 

I was relieved that she sounded as nervous as I felt.

"Yea, that sounds cool," I responded, trying to sound nonchalant.
 "How's the Food Court at about 2?"

"Perfect, see you there," she said quickly and hung up.

I hung up and noticed I was sporting quite the erection.  Just
hearing her voice had brought back a flood of emotion that I was
almost too embarassed to admit to.  I jumped in the shower,
poured some shower gel into my hand and began to stroke myself. 
I let my imagination take me wherever it wanted to...

--------------

In my fantasy we were back at my apartment.  She was wearing
white satin panties and a matching bra and she was in the process
of stroking my cock through my pants as we rolled on the living
room floor.

She reached for my belt and undid it while looking into my eyes
with longing.

"I need you so badly," she moaned.

 I began to fumble with her bra while she slid my pants down to
my ankles.  The soft feel of the satin was driving my crazy and
as I slipped the bra from her slim body and exposed her tiny
tits, I felt compelled to rub the garment against my cheek.

Her young hands had managed to work my boxers to the floor as
well, so only her satin panties and my t-shirt remained on our
increasingly entwined bodies.

She slid up on top of me and began rubbing her satin covered
pussy on my crotch.  I reached up and took one of her tiny
nipples in my mouth.  She released a satisfied moan that defied
her early age and increased the pace of her grinding.

My hands roamed over her body, tracing her under-developed curves
and gently squeezing the last remnants of baby fat on her thighs.
 I rubbed her ass over and over, enjoying the soft feel of the
fabric until I built up the courage to slip a finger inside her
panties and over her clit.

She moaned again and looked deep in my eyes as she moved my hands
and started to slip her panties off.

I looked down and saw the object of my desire.  She had just a
hint of pubic hair surrounding her otherwise childish pussy.  I
slid my hand down and stroked at her barely exposed clit, causing
her to moan once again.

She began to stroke my cock as I manipulated her clit.  After a
few minutes she looked me in the eye, smiled and began to pull my
cock towards her slit. I entered her in one smooth thrust and
felt as her cherry ripped.  I looked up into her eyes and saw her
wince with pain, then start to smile.

Just then I felt my cock erupt in my hand and I was dragged back
into reality.  I had coated the wall of my shower and had to grab
the curtain rod as my knees buckled.  I sighed and finished my
shower.


CHAPTER TWO

I got to the mall a little before 2 and killed a few minutes
pacing around the upper concourse.  I hadn't been this nervous
since high school, and I was trying desperately to get my wits
about me.  Finally my watch showed 2 o'clock so I drifted towards
the food court.

My eyes scanned the busy tables, but I didn't see Anne anywhere.
For an instant my head conjured up images of Anne and her friends
laughing from across the open courtyard, enjoying the effect they
had on such a perverted guy.

"Hey, J.P.!" an excited voice called out from behind me.

I spun around and saw her, looking sexier than the last time -
something I had not imagined possible.  She was wearing a dark
green cargo skirt with a drawstring just below the knee and a
long-sleeve t-shirt.  Her tiny breasts poked out against the
strained fabric and her hair was swept back in two mini pig
tails.  The shirt exposed her sexy midriff and once again, I
could see just a hint of her panties.

"Hey Anne," I managed to say.  "How are you doin?"

"Great," she said with a nervous grin.  "Wanna get a coffee or
something?"

We migrated to the coffee shop in the food court and I paid for
her hot chocolate and my own decaf.  I was edgy enough, I
certainly didn't need any caffeine in me.  She sat down and as I
circled to my chair I was able to glance down and see the top of
her panties poking above the skirt in the back.  My semi-erection
instantly became hard and I struggled to sit down while keeping
myself covered.

We talked for almost an hour about albums we like, concerts we'd
seen and things like that.  The entire time I couldn't look away
from her captivating eyes.  She blushed a lot when she caught me
staring, but she seemed to smile as well.

Finally, I worked up the nerve to ask what had been on my mind
since I first saw her.

"Anne, how old are you?"

She blushed and looked down into her now empty mug.

"Uhm, 13..." she said quietly.  "Does that bother you?"

My cock roarded back to life.

"No, not at all," I said while trying to look into her eyes.

There was an akward silence for a few minutes while we both tried
to think of what to say next.  Finally she asked if I wanted to
swing by the record shop.  I had been there earlier, of course,
but agreed quickly and we started down the escalator towards the
shop.  She stood close to me and I savoured her smell - vanilla
perfume.  I love vanilla.

We browsed around the store for a few minutes, but finally she
said she should get going.  On the way out of the mall, however,
we passed an instant photo booth.

"J.P., let's totally get our picture taken!"

I dug in my pocket and found the correct change and we climbed
into the tiny booth.  I sat on the stool and she glided onto my
lap.  I couldn't believe she could be so casual about it, my cock
instantly became hard once again and I was sure she could feel it
poking her.

She took the money from me and leaned forward to put it in the
slot.  She seemed to have trouble getting the change in, and in
the process of trying, wiggled around in my lap.  I tried not to
think about her gyrations, because after spending the afternoon
with this goddess, I was almost ready to explode.

She finally got the money in and settled back on my lap for the
first pose. I slid an arm around her waist and she leaned her
face back against mine.

"Smile," she said and I did.

CLICK

She repositioned herself again, this time placing her crotch
right over my cock.  I thought I heard her moan as the light
flashed.

CLICK

She had gotten quiet and just as the light was ready to flash for
the third pose, she wiggled her ass noticably on my cock and let
out a more audible moan.

CLICK

Finally she turned her face and kissed my cheek.  I was in
heaven.

CLICK

As the last photo was taken she let her lips linger on my cheek.
I didn't want to risk making a move in case she freaked, and I
never wanted the moment to end.  She sat on my lap for a few
moments, gently sliding back and forth.  I held my breath as I
felt her petite ass slide along my cock.

Her pace quickened, and suddenly I was being dry-humped right in
the photo booth.  I said nothing, and I was too afraid to move. 
She kept rubbing for almost a minute before she suddenly
stiffened and let out a whimper.  As she came down, she looked at
me and blushed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry J.P." she said as she threw open the
curtain and ran towards the door.

"Anne, wait!" I cried, chasing after her.

She ran to the bus stop and hopped on a waiting bus.  I sighed
and walked back into the mall, passing by the photo booth just as
our pictures were being developed.

I looked down and in the third frame saw a look of pure extasy on
Anne's face.  My cock demanded immediate attention and I slipped
into the public washroom to relieve myself, all the time
wondering if I would ever hear from my beautiful angel again.


CHAPTER THREE

Three agonizing days passed and I was beginning to wonder if I'd
ever hear from Anne again.  After our encounter in the photo
booth, I was worried that she'd never call.  I was kicking myself
for not having call display so I could at least try calling her.

It had just gotten home from work on Wednesday when my phone
rang.  I picked it up and offered a hopeful, "Hello?"

There was a long pause, then "Hi J.P., it's umm... me... Anne."

My heart lept up into my chest and my cock immediately got hard
at the sound of her voice.

"Anne!   I'm so glad you called," I exclaimed.

"I'm really sorry about the other day, J.P." she said.  "I don't
know what came over me."

I could hear her start to sob.

"Anne, Anne, it's ok... it's really ok," I said, desperately
trying to calm her down.

"It's just that, I know that what I did was totally gross, and
not ladylike..."

I cut her off. 

"Anne, listen.  What you did was totally natural.  Not to mention
incredibly sexy," I offered.

"Really?" she asked.  "You thought it was sexy?"

I thought back to her tiny body pressed up against mine and
remembered how sexy she sounded when she came on my lap.

"God yea," I responded.  "You are amazing."

She paused.

"Can we meet again for coffee?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, "When?"

"Now?" she asked, and I agreed.  

Thirty minutes later we had settled into a corner table at the
mall's best coffee shop.  Anne was wearing a knee-length denim
skirt and a tightly-stretched thrift-store t-shirt.  Her
beautiful blonde hair was once again pulled into two mini
pig-tails, and I could see a hint of black bra beneath the worn
material of her shirt.  Her sparkling blue eyes stared distantly
into her hot-chocolate, and I could tell she was trying to decide
what to say to me.

She sighed and said, "O.K., my parents are totally psycho about
sex and all that, and they told me that if they ever caught me
doing... well, what I guess I did on you in the photobooth...
that they'd ground me forever, and they told me it was a horrible
sin, and they said that it was dirty, and that I was dirty,
and..."

She broke down and started to cry.  I quickly reached across and
grasped her delicate hand.

"Anne," I said.  "It's ok., listen, your parents are wrong."

She looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes.

"I know..." she said.  "That's why I wanted to meet you.  I want
you to... well... show me how to enjoy sex and stuff."

I was totally floored.  My eyes scanned her beautiful petite
body, looking for any indication that she was about to change her
mind and run, or call the cops as part of some vicious prank. 
Instead, all I saw were two pleading eyes looking back at me. 
For a minute, I envisioned myself on the receiving end of a
jail-house "get together," but all possible reason or doubt was
thrown out by what she said next.

"I really want you to be my first."

I hesitated for only a second before pulling her away from the
table, ready to lead her back to my place.

"J.P.," she said with a nervous laugh.  "I didn't really mean
right this second."

It was my turn to turn red as I stammered through an apology. 
She laughed and asked if she could come to my place that weekend.
 Of course I said yes and wrote my address on a napkin for her. 


"Cool, see you then," she said as she kissed me on the cheek and
left, blushing down to her neckline.

I watched as her perfectly formed ass swayed in her skirt, and I
fought the urge to rush right into the nearest public washroom.

That night I laid in bed and let my mind drift to what was about
to transpire.

----

In my thoughts she arrived at my door wearing a plaid skirt and
white, nearly transparent blouse.  Her beautiful hair was pulled
back into those sexy pigtails and her cheeks were slightly
flushed with anticipation.  She stepped into my arms and our lips
joined in a passionate kiss.

I led her to my room and laid her on the bed.  I kneeled next to
her and began to kiss her neck, tentatively undoing her blouse
one button by agonizing button.  Finally, I undid the last button
and slid her blouse open, revealing a silky black bra covering
her small, delicate mounds.

My kisses slid lower as I traced her body gently with my
fingertips.  She gasped as I slid a finger along her bra-covered
nipple and moaned as I replaced the finger with my mouth.  She
pulled herself up onto her elbows as my hands slid around her
back and found the clasp of her satiny bra strap.  

The soft material fell away and revealed her succulent breasts -
barely starting to emerge from her chest with just a hint of the
womanhood that would soon blossom.  I immediately took a nipple
into my mouth while the other breast fell beneath my touch.  A
long, low moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled back into her
head.

Her hands got busy then too, tracing a line down my shirt front
and starting to pull up from the bottom.  I allowed her to slip
the garment over my head then returned my attention to her soft
breasts.  Her hands, meanwhile, rubbed along my back as she
pulled me close, her nails digging into my spine as I nibbled
ever so gently on her hardening nipple.

My mouth kept switching from nipple to nipple as I let my hands
explore further down her petite frame.  I began to caress her
inner thigh, and her legs fell apart naturally, allowing my
fingers to start heading north.  I felt her skin getting warmer
until I brushed along the silky fringes of her panties.  She drew
in her breath with a sharp gasp.

"Yesss," she moaned.

I slid my fingers underneath the elastic near her sweet hole and
started to work my way through her sparse hair... 

----

Suddenly my cock erupted in my hand and I was brought screeching
back to reality.  I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling,
wondering if Friday would ever come...


CHAPTER FOUR

I laid in my bed on Friday morning, already having arranged to
take the day off, and wondered if and when Anne would arrive at
my doorstep.

The days between our last meeting and that moment passed
agonizingly slowly, while in my head, I replayed our conversation
a hundred times.  I was terrified that I would open the door to
find a group of cops waiting with their billy clubs drawn   ready
to beat down this pervert who dared to corrupt another of today's
youth.

But I trusted her eyes.  She had looked so... nave.  Nave and
honest.  I had to trust her.  Besides, the throbbing in my pants
precluded any sense of moral decency or fear of reprisal. 

So there I lay.  Cock in hand and mind racing, trying to come to
terms with the fact that a 13-year-old goddess wanted me to teach
her the ways of sex.  I allowed my mind to drift back to our last
meeting, when she had worn her knee-length denim skirt and worn
t-shirt.  I remembered her hair pulled back into those mini
pigtails that drive me wild, and the way that I could just see
the hint of black bra under her shirt.  I thought of sliding her
skirt up her legs and imagined what would lie beneath.  She
seemed the sort to wear sensible panties, and that was fine by
me.  I had always preferred full-backed panties to the thongs
that strippers wear.  Cotton was good, but if I found nylon or
satin, I would probably ask to keep them.

These were the thoughts that possessed my mind as I slowly
stroked my shaft.  I was terrified of cumming the minute we were
naked   if I was so fortunate to reach that point   that I had
spent the better part of the last three days relieving myself at
every opportunity.  It wasn't difficult, given the clear memory
of her getting off on my lap that day in the photo booth, and to
be perfectly honest, I don't think I could have kept myself from
my obsessive self-love if I tried.

I felt my cock throb one last time and watched as ribbons of
semen shot up and came down upon my chest.  Normally against
cumming on myself, I had long since soaked through most of my
special tube socks and had resigned myself to showering after
every session.  As I stood under the stream of water in my
shower, I looked down and saw that I had once again gotten hard.
This girl was going to be the death of me, even before I get to
see her naked, I thought.

I threw an old DVD into the player and laid on the couch,
desperately waiting for my buzzer to ring.  Shortly after noon, I
was roused from a near-sleep by the shrill sound that I had been
craving, but much to my disgust, it was merely a canvasser trying
to win my support for Bill something or other that would give me
or take away some rights of some sort.

I paced around the apartment checking and re-checking the
preparations I had made earlier in the week.  Candles were out
around the house, my room was cleaned and sheets were washed.  I
had lotions of all sorts on the table next to my bed, and fresh,
clean towels were piled on the chair.  Scented bubble-bath waited
on the edge of the freshly-scrubbed tub and a box of condoms sat
in the bedside table drawer.

Finally, just after 4 pm, there was a light knock on my door.

I resisted the urge to look through the spy-hole, wanting my
first look at Anne to be unspoiled by the walleye-lens.  I opened
the door and before me stood the perfect vision of beauty and
innocence.  All at once I wanted to kiss her, hold her, ravage
her and protect her from any harm.

She was wearing a light summer dress with a floral print.  It was
peach and the material was light and flimsy, clinging to her
under-developed curves.  The spaghetti-straps showed her pink
satiny bra strap and her face wore just a hint of blush   though
it may have been naturally occurring.

Her blonde hair was down around her face, and her blue eyes
showed her nervousness, but she smiled slightly as she saw the
look on my face. 

"Hi, J.P," she said in her soft voice.

"Wow," I responded.  "Come in, Anne."

I moved aside and let her into the apartment, catching a hint of
vanilla scent as she passed me.  I love vanilla.  I closed the
door and she turned, slipping into my arms.  I bent down and
kissed her softly on the lips, and she responded in kind.  My
cock rose and pressed painfully against my pants as my hands
caressed the soft fabric covering her back.

She pulled away and blushed, unsure of how to proceed.  I took
the lead and asked her how long she could stay.

"I have all night," she smiled.  "My parents are away until late
tomorrow afternoon."

I winced briefly at the mention of her parents, reminded again of
the dangerous ground I was walking on, but I quickly pushed those
thoughts aside and led her into the living room.

We sat on the couch and I suggested watching a movie.  She seemed
to relax at the suggestion and nestled into my arms as I turned
on a fairly new romantic comedy.  I normally hated such movies,
but I had guessed right and as the movie progressed, she seemed
to grow more comfortable.  I traced lines along her thighs and
placed gentle kisses on the top of her head.  She smelled
fantastic, and I heard her moan softly several times as I
caressed her legs.

The movie ended and for several minutes, we stayed where we were,
enjoying the moment.  Finally she looked up and I leaned in for a
kiss.  Her lips met mine for a few seconds before I felt her
tongue probing against my lips.  I opened my mouth and let my
hands slide down to the hem of her dress.  I began sliding my
fingers up her warm thighs, while she moaned into my mouth.

"Would you like to go to my room?" I asked.

She nodded her head, and I swept her up into my arms.

I laid her on my bed and lit the candles around the room.  I
turned and saw that she had slipped her dress off and was lying
back in her pink satin bra and matching brief panties.

"God, you're sexy," I moaned as I slid onto the bed next to her.

I kissed her neck and proceeded to lay gently pecks all along her
neck and chest.  I stroked her nipples through her bra and felt
them grow.  She reached back and unhooked the clasp, and I slid
the flimsy material off her shoulders and exposed her tiny
breasts.  I felt my heart leap into my chest at the sight of her
tiny, hard nipples atop the barely-developed mounds.  My cock
twitched and I leaned in to take her nubs into my mouth.

"Oh fuck, J.P.," she breathed.  "That feels amazing."

I continued to gently bite and kiss her breasts while I let my
fingers slide down to her belly-button, then trace the top of her
panties.  The soft fabric felt magical, and I once again felt my
cock throb.  I guided her hand to my pants and she unfastened by
pants and slid them down to expose my underwear.  With the
pressure on my crotch relieved, I began to caress her pussy lips
through her panties, feeling the material soak through instantly.
 Her fingernails dug into my back while I slid the material down
over her knees and off onto the floor.

I looked down at her virgin pussy and my breath caught in my
throat.  She had just a sparse sprinkling of pubic hair, and her
lips were just barely parted with arousal.  I leaned in and
breathed in the scent.  It was unlike anything I had ever
experienced.  I was intoxicated by the aroma and let my tongue
slide along her wet lips.  She moaned and I could see her little
clit start to emerge.

"Oh god," she cried.  "Do that again, please!"

I caressed her clit with a fingertip while running my tongue
lightly along the outer lips of her pussy.  Her knees drew
together, trapping my head against her crotch.  I couldn't hear
anything, but I could feel her writhe against me, pressing her
pussy against my tongue.  Her hands pulled at my hair while I
continued to nibble on her clit and lips.  I slid a finger inside
her and felt her hymen.  She rolled and moaned, and suddenly I
felt her body stiffen.  I sucked gently on her clit as I felt her
work through her orgasm.

Her legs parted and I felt her tug on my head, pulling me up to
her face.  She kissed me deeply and I held  her in my arms.  I
rolled on to my back and pulled her up onto my chest.

"My god, thank you J.P.," she said beaming.

I kissed her again and told her how beautiful she was.  We laid
like that for a few minutes, as she traced circles on my chest
with her finger.  Slowly her circles became bigger until she
brushed against my still hard cock.

"Oh my god," she said.  "I totally didn't think about poor you."

I told her how much I loved tasting her, and said all the right
things about her happiness being all that mattered, but deep
down, I was hoping she would help me get off.

She looked up at me and winked, then started to kiss my neck and
chest.  She worked her way down until her face lined up with my
crotch.  She looked up at me, uncertainly, and I stroked her
hair.

"It's ok, Anne, you don't have to do anything you don't want."

She smiled and kissed the tip of my cock, causing it to twitch
once again.  She giggled and took the head into her mouth.  Her
fingers tentatively fondled my balls while she swirled her tongue
around the tip of my dick.  Her movements were clumsy, but that
heightened the eroticism of the whole experience.  I stroked her
hair and whispered instructions to her.

"Right there baby, now take more into your mouth."

She gagged a little as she tried to take my cock further down her
throat.  The cough felt terrific, and I struggled to contain
myself and not ram myself in as hard as I could.  I let her take
the lead, all the while concentrating on not cumming too soon.

Suddenly she hit the right pace and I knew I wouldn't last much
longer.

"Anne, I'm going to cum soon, you might want to stop using your
mouth."

She looked up at me with a mischievous grin and slid more of my
dick into her warm mouth.  I could hold back no more and I began
to cum.  She swallowed as much as she could, but a trickle of
semen leaked from the corners of her mouth.  I came in a torrent,
spurt after spurt coating my young lolita's throat.  She squeezed
the last drops with her lips and looked up at me with a smile.  I
took one look at her pretty face, smeared with my sperm, and
pulled her to me in a passionate kiss.  I could taste my juices
in her mouth, but I hardly cared.

We embraced passionately for a few minutes, then she slid off of
me and rolled on to her side.  I spooned behind her and wrapped
my arms around her.  My cock was hard once again, and pressed
against her backside.  I started to slide it up and down her, but
she whispered,
"Please J.P., tonight was beautiful, but I think I'd like to
sleep now."

I kissed her neck and told her that I would do whatever she
asked.

Soon, I could hear her breathing more deeply and I knew she had
fallen asleep.  I let myself drift off, pressed against her back.
 Soon I too was dreaming, thinking of what the next day might
hold.


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