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She Could Have Been My Daughter    (Mf, rom)
by Ball Four

Synopsis:  A man and a teen discover inter-generational romance


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This story is purely fiction.  It does not reflect the author's
desires just like Stephen King stories do not reflect that he
desires evil to happen.  It's just a story.

Any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental.



She Could Have Been My Daughter
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I put my "morning" coffee on the counter of the 7-Eleven convenience
store.  I say "morning" but it was 3 PM.  I'm the plant supervisor
for the night shift.  I work from 9 PM to 6 AM.  I sleep from 7 AM
to 2 PM.  Not the best of hours, but I get paid good.  I was alone
anyway.  I had no life.  I divorced five years ago and my ex-wife and
my then eight year old daughter, Amanda moved away.  I saw Amanda maybe
once or twice a year when she flew out to visit.

I waited in line behind a couple of high schoolers.  There was a school
around here somewhere and the kids were always out when I came to get
my daily coffee.  My Amanda was around their age.  I looked forward to
seeing my daughter around Christmas time.  Hopefully.  She was growing
up without me around and starting to have a life of her own.  Would she
still want to see her Dad?  Did she need her Dad?

I paid for my coffee and stepped out into a bright September sunlight.
I walked over to my 6-year old blue BMW 325i.  I readied my keys for
the door when I stopped.  On the curb sat a girl who from behind
looked very much like my daughter.  This girl's hair was much shorter.
Last I saw Amanda this July, she had shoulder length hair.  This
girl's hair was just below her ears.  The girl had the same color
blonde hair with just a tinge of strawberry.  The hair was a little
stringy looking.  She looked about the same size as Amanda.  Of 
course, this girl was sitting down with her back to me, so I really
couldn't tell, how much she truly looked like Amanda.  I thought I
heard a sniffling sound.  Sometimes her head would shake like she was
crying.  I'd want to protect Amanda, so I decided to see what was
wrong with this girl.  I walked over to her.

I sat down on the curb.  She looked at me in surprise and then looked
the opposite direction.  Maybe she was looking to see if there were
others or maybe an escape plan.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello," she mumbled back.

Seeing the girl's face, she didn't look as much like Amanda now.
First off this girl wore glasses that were a little too big for her
face.  She was lightly freckled.  Amanda was neither of those.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm okay," she mumbled.

"I just want to see if I can help in some way."  I sat next to her
in silence.

"Everybody hates me," she finally said.  She started to tear up.

"What about your school friends?"

"Everyone teases me."  She cried in earnest now.  "I'm ugly and a
loser."

"I'm sorry," I sympathized.  "What about your Mom?"

"She's just likes her boyfriend.  I'm just in the way once he moved
in six months ago.  He just stays home and gets drunk.  It's my 
birthday today.  She doesn't even know."

"Happy birthday.  How old are you today?"

"Fourteen."

"What about your Dad?" I ventured.

She shrugged.  "I don't have one."

Yikes!  This girl did have a hard life.  I hadn't found anyone in her
life who cared yet.

"I wish I wasn't such a stupid, ugly girl!" she said forcefully.

She cried hard now.  I just waited in silence.  I knew I couldn't
leave her in this state.  She drew out the compassion in me.  It
wasn't something I had a whole lot of for people lately.  I waited
for her to settle back down.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Nicole," she said.

"Come into 7-Eleven with me and I'll show you how all those people
are wrong." I stood up.

She just looked up at me.

"Come on." I motioned with my head.  "I'll buy you a slurpee too."

Nicole gave me a weak smile as she grabbed her school backpack and
stood up.

"I'm John," I said as we walked to the entrance.  She didn't respond.

She followed me to the carousel of cheap sunglasses just past the
magazine racks.  

"Look in there," I said.  I pointed at the scratched reflective metal
that allowed people to view themselves when they tried on the
sunglasses.

I stood behind her and crouched down to see if she was looking.  She
was.

"I see a beautiful girl who has a hard life.   I can sense you have a
good heart"  I pointed at her chest and then touched mine.  "Life may
not be so fun right now, but I know that heart inside you is stronger
that what is going on right now.  Life will get better.  It always
works that way."

I walked around in front of her.  I looked her in the eye.  "Okay?"

"Okay," she said meekly.   She didn't seem convinced by my pep talk.

I smiled.  "Go ahead and get a slurpee."  I vaguely pointed in the
direction with my thumb.

I stepped outside with her.  She had a slurpee in hand.  She walked
back to the curb and sat back down.  I sat beside her.

"Feel better?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know," she said.  She started to tear up again.

"Nicole," I said.  I waited for her to look at me.  "I'm glad you
shared with me.  It's good to share so it doesn't eat at you.  I'll
keep what you said confidential.  You can trust me."

She sniffled and said, "Okay."

She reminded me of my own daughter.  I wanted to help her, but what
could I do?   "I'm sorry, but I have to go," I said.

"Thanks for the slurpee," Nicole said.

"Sure."  I took her hand and patted it.  "I hope the rest of your day
is better."

She watched me get into my car and drive off.

Oh, well, if all I did was cheer her up today by buying her a slurpee,
it was worth my time.


At work that night, I was distracted.  I had trouble keeping Nicole and
her plight out of my mind.  It wasn't fair that she didn't have a Dad
to protect her.  And her Mom wasn't interested in her.  Did Nicole's Mom
really not know it was her daughter's birthday.  Surely, not.  Right?

When I woke up the next afternoon, I immediately headed off to the
store.  I purchased a cheap ankle bracelet.  I bought some flowers at
one of those street corner vendors.  I got to 7-Eleven a little early
and waited.  A lot of students walked by after school let out.  I waited
long enough that I thought maybe I missed Nicole or she wasn't at school
today.  I was about to leave when I saw her walking this way.  She was
just ahead of a couple of other stragglers going home.  She didn't stop
at the 7-Eleven.  She kept on walking, presumably home.   I hurried to
catch up with her before she got too far.

"Nicole!"

She turned and stopped.  She evidently recognized me.

"Happy birthday," I said.  I held out the flowers and wrapped gift.

She took them from me but just held it.  She looked surprised.

"Go ahead.  It just a way of saying someone cares about you."

"Thank you," she said timidly.  I held the flowers while she opened
the gift.  She smiled big.  Much bigger than what the item was worth.
"I like it!"

I thought she might like it.  My daughter Amanda had a similar one.
"It's not much, but a pretty girl like you deserves to get something
for her birthday"

"You think I'm pretty?" she smiled.  She did have a good smile.

"You look somewhat like my daughter who is about your age.  She turns
14 next week."

"Does she go to school here?"

"Uh, no.  She moved away with her mother.  I divorced 5 years ago.  I
just see Amanda a couple of weeks each year."  I felt sad.  I guess
she could see it on my face.

"I'm sorry,"  she said.  "So you live around here?"

I guess it was my turn to answer questions.  "Yeah.  Not too far.  I'm
just lazy and drive."

"So why are you always here at this time?"

"Need my coffee to stay awake.  I work at night."

"Shouldn't you be asleep or something."

"I sleep all morning."

"Cool!"

I thought a teen might like that.


The next day Nicole saw me and made sure she showed me the bracelet
around her ankle.  I noticed she wore the same skirt she wore a couple
of days ago.  For some reason, I wanted to see her again.  I guess I
wanted to make sure she was doing okay.  Maybe she was a surrogate
daughter or something.  It didn't matter.  I wasn't going to pay $200
to a psychiatrist to find out something I didn't care about.

"Have a good afternoon, Nicole," I said.

"Thanks..."

"John," I reminded.

"John," she said with a smile.  She certainly looked happy.  My little
part helped gladden her hard life.

She started to walk on.  As I drove off, I saw in the rearview mirror
she came back and just sat on the curb.  Curious.


The next day when I saw Nicole, I noticed she wore clothes repeated
from two days ago.  They didn't look washed.  I guess I should have
expected she wouldn't have many clothes.  That had to be hard for a
teenage girl.

I drove off and stopped just a little ways up.  I looked back and
again she returned to the curb to sit and look bored.


The weekend came.  I pondered how I could help this girl.  How much
could I do without seeming a parental threat to her Mom?  I didn't
know her Mom, so I couldn't know if she would be threatened if I
bought Nicole some new clothes.  I realized Nicole always wore the
same ratty tennis shoes.  Any teen girl would like something with a
heel and maybe a dressy flat.  Definitely replace those sneakers.
I'd just have to go slow and maybe get a sense of what Nicole's Mom
is like.  Perhaps Mom is so caught up with her boyfriend, she wouldn't
even notice if Nicole had a wardrobe upgrade.


On Monday, I decided I need to find out just what was up with Nicole
just hanging out.  It's not like she had a walkman to listen to or a
GameBoy to play.  What was she doing?  I didn't get the sense she was
waiting for someone.

I drove off after greeting her at 7-Eleven and then returned.  She
was surprised to see me sit down by her on the curb.  I asked her
what she was doing.

"I don't like to go home until Mom's home," she explained.  "Mitch is
always drunk when I get home from school.  He just orders me around.
'Make me a sandwich!   Where's the remote?  Get me a beer!'  He could
make his own sandwich.  He had nothing else to do.  He thinks I'm his
slave.  Mom does everything for him when she is home."

"And you just sit here?" I said confounded.

"Sure," she shrugged.  "It's okay."

"How long?"

She looked at her watch.  "Until about 6:00.  That's when Mom gets
home."

I looked at my watch.  "That's three hours after you get out of school.
Don't you get bored?"

"It's okay.  I don't mind.  Keeps me away from Mitch.  He sometimes
throws things."

This was ridiculous!  My mind raged.  No girl should have to live like
this!

I said the first thing that popped into my mind, "I live near by.  You
can hang out at my place and watch TV or take a nap or whatever."

She looked at me confusedly.

"It's better than hanging out here.  If you don't want to, that's fine.
Do what you like.  Come on over.  If you don't like it, I'll drive you
back.  If you do like it, you'll have something to do.  What would you
do if it was raining?"

"Go home, I guess," she answered.

"You wouldn't have to."

"Okay," she gave me a little smile.  

"Come on."

I opened the passenger door to my car.  She sat in and I closed the
door.  I got in and started it up.

"Nice car," she said.  She looked around.

"Thanks."

It was just a couple of minutes and I pulled into my parking spot in
the condo complex.

My place was just across the parking lot.  I opened up the front door
and let her in.  

"Nice place," she said.  She scanned with her head.

I just had a one bedroom condo.  It wasn't that alimony or child
support took up too much of my money.  It didn't.  I was living okay.
I just didn't need more place. 

When you first came in, it was just a living area on the left.  On
the right was a dinette and then a kitchen.  There was a little 
hallway straight back.  A small washer and dryer on the right and
a bathroom on the left.  The door straight back was my bedroom.

Nicole was like a little mouse.  She went to everything and looked at
everything.

"Mind if I look in here," she said about my bedroom.

"Go ahead."

I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water.  "Thirsty?" I asked.

"You got a soda?" she said.

I opened the fridge.  I had a couple of Coke cans.  I didn't drink
them that much but I could get some more if she drank them.  I
pulled a can out and handed it to her.

"Thanks," she said.

"There's the remote and the couch," I said.  "Watch whatever you
like.  I want to check my email."

My computer was in the living area.  I heard Nicole flip thru the
channels looking for something to watch.  She paused briefly on
Jerry Springer and then on Oprah.  MTV was a short stop.  She finally
stopped on a sitcom rerun and watched that.  

I didn't know what to do with myself.  I'd normally watch some TV
myself.  Sports or something, but I wanted Nicole to watch what she
wanted.  I decided to clean up the kitchen.  There wasn't much to
do, but I strung it out to take more time.   We didn't talk much.
She seemed content just watching the TV.

Around five, she said, "Could I have something to eat?"

"I don't want to spoil your dinner."

"I don't get that many good leftovers anymore.  Mitch eats them
unless he doesn't like something."

"I don't understand," I said.

"Mitch is my Mom's boyfriend.  Remember?"  She stretched out the last
word

"Yes," I said. "But doesn't your Mom make you dinner?"

"Mom's a waitress.  At two different places.  She brings home something
to eat from work.  It used to be for me, but now Mitch eats all of it.
Mom is allowed to bring only so much home.    Sometimes he doesn't eat
it all and I get some.  After he eats, he and Mom go into the bedroom
and I make a sandwich or have an apple or something."

"I'll make you something," I said.

"That's okay.  Just a banana or apple or orange would be fine."

"No," I said.  "I'll make something real quick."

"Oh.  Okay."  She turned back to the TV.

I had some quick meals in the cupboard.  I cooked up some ground beef
and then heated up a box of noodles and added the sauce that came with
it.  It wasn't good, but it was food.

Thirty minutes later, Nicole sat with me at the dinette. 

"This is so good!" she raved over the simple noodle concoction.

I was amused at how much she gobbled down.   She ate more than me.

"So where do you live?" I asked.

"The opposite way from the 7-Eleven.  About the same distance.  I live
in an apartment.   A little bigger than this place, but not as nice,
of course.  Maybe I could listen to some music some time."

"Sure," I said.  "That's fine."  I hoped it was music I could stand.

Nicole seemed suddenly talkative as she ate.  Maybe a satisfied tummy
did that to her.  "Is that one of those bed sofas?"

"Yes," I answered.  "I sleep on it when my daughter comes to visit."

"That is so nice.  I just sleep on a regular couch."

"For naps, I'll just go lay down on my bed."

"Mitch and my Mom use the bed.  I just sleep out on the couch."

I wondered.  Was this child abuse?  Child neglect?  Probably neither.
Just a case of bad mothering.  There wasn't much I could do.

At 6:00, we left my place.

"Just drop me off at the 7-Eleven," she said.

"What for?"

"I just want to walk home."

I think she was embarrassed about where she lived.  I didn't push it
and dropped her off as she wanted.


The rest of the week, she listened to music.  The music was okay.
I taught her how to use a computer.  All she knew was the little she
leanred from school.  She liked the computer a lot.  It opened up a 
whole new world for her.  She also napped on my bed one day.  She
gushed how good it felt.  She hadn't slept on a bed since Mitch came.

Mitch.  A recurring theme in her life.

On Friday, I asked her, "What do you do on weekends?"

"Not much."

"Does your Mom work?"

"Sometimes, sometimes not.  More lately.  I think we need the money."

"If you need to get away on Saturday or Sunday, you can come over.
On Sunday I sleep in because I work that night, but you can come over
in the afternoon.  I pulled some change out of my pocket.  I took all
my quarters.  Six total.  "Here.  Call me.  I'll pick you up at the
7-Eleven."

She took the quarters and put then in her backpack.  "I don't mind 
walking," she said.

"If you wish."  I scribbled my phone number on a piece of paper.

She put it in with the quarters.


She did call me Saturday around 9 AM.   I drove to the 7-Eleven.

"Nicole," I said.  "Instead of going to my place first.  Can I buy
you some new shoes instead?"

"For real?" she said excitedly.

"Yeah."

"Sure!"

At the mall, we started with new sneakers.  She was resistant to
throwing away her old shoes, but I made her do it.   I couldn't
believe the cost of the Doc Martens, but I got a pair of those for
her, too.  I also bought her a cheap pair of sandals.

"Thanks, John," she said as she happily walked toward the mall exit.

"You're welcome, Nicole," I said.

I glanced at the trendy clothing store sign and then at Nicole's
clothes.  She'd worn the same two or three outfits or a variation of
them, the entire two weeks I'd know her.

"You know," I said and I stopped walking.  "You're going to need
some clothes to go with these shoes."

Nicole looked at the store excitedly, but then she looked back at me
excitedly.  "I appreciate it, but you don't need to do this.  It's
okay if I don't have a lot of clothes."

"Are you a girl?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Wouldn't you like to have some variety in clothes?"

"Sure."

"Here's your chance."

"How am I going to explain this all to my Mom?"  she said concerned.

"The mall is encouraging kids to shop there and so they gave a whole
bunch of shoes and clothes to students at the school.  This is what
you got."  It wasn't a great answer, but I thought I did pretty good
for an off-the-cuff answer.

Nicole's face brightened.  She appeared to like that answer.  I bought
her three pairs of jeans, two skirts, a couple of blouses, a couple of
shirts, and one dress.

After leaving the mall, my credit card carried the weight of around
$400 dollars.  It all adds up.


At my condo, Nicole decided to try everything on again.  She changed
in my bedroom.  She'd come out and I'd tell her how beautiful she 
looked.  She did look very beautiful.  Her self-confidence was soaring.

"How am I going to carry all this stuff home?" Nicole asked.

"I'll drive you home." I said.  Her face showed she didn't like that
answer.  I think she was ashamed of her home.

I tried again.  "If you are uncertain about your Mom, you can always
change into the clothes you will wear the next day here.  Take a few
clothes in your backpack home everyday until it's all home."

She liked that answer.


She was over all the time during the next month and usually six days
a week.  Our friendship grew.   I got to know her dreams and goals
and fears.  She had idealistic dreams of marriage and motherhood
like many teen girls have.  The days I didn't see her, I found I
missed her fiercely.   I was her rescuer from a sad and dreary life
without purpose, yet I discovered Nicole was my rescuer from a dull
and dead life also.  I was perplexed to sometimes find pre-cum in my
briefs when I readied to go to work after seeing Nicole.  I reasoned
this was only because Nicole brought excitement in my life.  She
reminded me of my daughter, after all.  I knew I wasn't attracted to
her.


On a Thursday, a few days before Halloween, Nicole was obviously
sick.  We greeted each other with our now usual hug.

"Why didn't you stay home?" I asked.

"I can't do that.  I should be at school."

"You should be home when you're sick," I insisted.

She just shook her head.

The next day, I did not see Nicole.  It was hard.  I was so used to
seeing her Monday thru Friday no matter what.  I worried about her.
She must have been too sick to go to school.  Just one unexpected
day without her presence made me miss her so much.  My heart
actually ached.  She was such a strong part of my life already.

I was so pleased to receive her phone call the next day.  I picked
her up and brought her to my place.

"You look a lot better," I said.

"I'm not sick now.  Yesterday, I was puking all morning.  Mom was
pretty mad at me for making her miss work."

I fumed inside.  What kind of mother is mad at her daughter for
being sick?

I hugged her and held her.  "I missed you," I said.

I must have held her a little too long because she wiggled to
separate.  I still held her by her shoulders.  I looked down at her
beautiful face.  The glasses and the bad hair style didn't hide her
beauty.  She looked up at me.

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

"I'm...I'm sorry," I said immediately when I raised up.  What did I
just do? 

She didn't responded to my kiss.  She looked surprised. 

My heart sunk.  Why did I do that?  I tried damage control.  I didn't
want to ruin our friendship.  "I'm sorry, Nicole.  I...I..."

"I should go home," she said.

My heart sunk down to my feet.  "No," I said. "Stay here.  I'll go.
I'm sorry.  I'll stay away.  I'll return when it is time for you to
go and I'll take you back."

I checked my pockets to make sure I still had my wallet and car keys.
I did.  I left.

I drove around aimlessly for an hour and finally stopped in a park.
I wiped a tear from my left eye.  Why was I crying?   How could I
treat Nicole that way?  All this time building up trust in her.
Being her friend.  Showing her someone cared about her.  How could
I ruin all that with such a stupid action?

I slumped down in my seat.  I loved how Nicole had blossomed this
past month I had known her.  She wasn't the sad depressed girl I
first knew.  I knew she was happy around me and with me.  I loved
seeing this hidden flower open up.  Her personality and vigor was
a special fragrance in my life.  I knew it had to rub off a little
at her school.  Her home life was still depressing, but I got the
impression school life was less morose for her.  As long as she
lived in the home she did, her image conscious classmates would never
accept her as a "cool" kid, but since she dressed more modern, she
didn't stand out at much.

I wiped a couple of more tears from my eyes.  I loved her.  Dammit.
I loved her!  I couldn't believe it.  She was so important to me.  I
loved Nicole.  She was more than just a "sympathy project".  She was
what I lived for.  I was honest with myself.  There was no denying it.
I loved her.  I truly did.  Why did this have to happen?

Noon came and I decided to go grab a bite.  Before I started the car,
my cell phone rang.  I answered it.

"This is Nicole."

"Hi," I said sedately.

"Can you come back?" she said.

"Sure," I said. "Be there in about 10 minutes."

I hung up.

I felt distress.  It was only a few hours since that kiss.  She didn't
want to stay any longer.  She'd rather go home.

I knocked on my own front door as I opened it to alert her I was back.
She was sitting on one end of the couch.  I sat on the other end.  I
couldn't believe how nervous I felt.  She appeared nervous also.

"Nicole," I started.  What should I say?  "I am very, very sorry.
I...I...This is hard for me to say.  My affection for you has changed.
I first saw you as this sad girl..." I started to feel more confident
in what I said as I went along. "...but somewhere that changed.  I
like being around you and miss you greatly any day I don't see you.
This last month I love the person I've seen and talked to.  I love
our talks and fun together.  I like just being in the same room with
you.  I don't know how it happened and I know it is wrong because of
our age difference, but I fell in love with you, Nicole.  I am very
sorry.  I didn't mean to scare you or hurt our friendship.  I'm sorry
that I'm making you go away."

"You want me to go?" she asked.

"Uh..."  I was confused.  "Not if you don't want to."

"I like you, too," she said quietly and then added "John."

My heart leapt from my ankles and up to my throat.  It sort of blocked
what to say next.

"You do?" I said with a smile.  I tried not to sound too excited.

"Yes," she said and nodded.

I felt a tremendous relief.  Our feelings were mutual!

"Oh, Nicole," I could feel tears at my eyes again.  This time they
were happy tears.  "I was scared.  I felt so bad.  I was afraid I
ruined your trust in me.  You make me happy."

I moved closer to her on the couch, but not right next to her.

"I was just afraid, too." she said.  "I'm sorry you had to leave."

"It gave us both a chance to think," I said. 

"Can I hug you?" I asked after a pause.

She smiled and nodded.

I moved closer.  Our arms wrapped around each other.  Nicole never
felt better to me in my arms.  We just held each other.  I felt my
dick stir, but I didn't care about it.  I felt such joy holding her.

"You can kiss me," she said.  "If you want."

I released her.  We looked into each others eyes.  I leaned in and
softly kissed her lips.  She tentatively kissed me back.  It was 
electric!  I felt my dick surge to full erection.  I focused on her
lips.  We kissed slowly and briefly.  Just feeling each other out in
a sense.  Getting used to each others touch.  In just a minute or so,
I broke off.

"I liked that," I said.  "It was nice."

"I liked it, too," she said.

"Let's go out to lunch.  I've never taken you anywhere except the
mall."

"Okay!" she said excitedly.

We ate at my favorite gourmet pizza restaurant.  I asked her if she
wanted to rent a movie and I let her decide.  Later, we sat on my
couch.  I had my arm around her like she was my girl.  It felt good
just having her touch against me as we watched the movie.  I made some
microwave popcorn.  The movie was some teen comedy.  It stunk.  Nicole
laughed a whole lot.  She liked it.  I endured the movie just so I 
could be next to her.  What started as an awful day became the most
pleasant day with Nicole yet.

When it was time for her to go home, I said, "We should kiss good-bye
here.  People wouldn't understand if we kissed in public."

Our kiss was the best one yet.  I heard Nicole sigh when we stopped.

"You make me so happy," I said.  I gently squeezed her in a hug.
"I love you."

She didn't say anything back.  I was okay with that.  She might still
be sorting out her feelings.  I knew I would be hurt bad if she
decided to end this relationship.  I was living by the axiom "better
to love and lost than to never loved at all".

Over the next week, we'd always spend a little time kissing when she
came over.  As we became more familiar with each others lips, it kept
getting better and better.   I'd get annoy with her glasses at times
and take them off her.  She'd blink a little and we'd resuming
kissing.  I could tell she felt uncomfortable without her glasses and
a couple of days later she said so.

"I like to see," she said.

"Okay," I said.

The next day, I asked Nicole how she'd like to wear contacts lens.

"Contacts?  Sure.  But my Mom can't afford them."

"Good. Let's go.  You have an appointment with an optometrist.  I'm
buying."

"Today?"  she said excitedly.

"You won't get them today, but we need to see what you need."

I couldn't do laser surgery.  It would require her mom's signature.
I could do contacts.  I had her pick out some new glasses too.  She
chose the thick frames that are popular with the girls these days.
I didn't like the look, but Nicole would be in contacts most of the
time.  I wouldn't see her in glasses very often.

When she got her contacts, I told Nicole,  "Just tell your mom that
the nurse had a temporary program and some students got free contacts
and glasses.  I hope you don't mind too much lying to your mom."

"No. I do it all the time," she said.

Nicole had an initial week of frustration to get used to putting in
her contacts and to get used to wearing them.   After that, kissing
Nicole was extra good.  She was no longer self-conscious about not
being able to see without glasses.  I no longer bumped into them which
annoyed me.

My passions rose even greater for her and she responded in kind.  She
was often semi-reclined on the couch while I was semi-reclined on top
of her.  Our tongues had discovered each other and we kissed deeper.
She'd sigh hard when I kissed her neck.  I loved to kiss her and hold
her.  She was a delight to me.

By now, it was mid-November.  A gentle intimacy of kissing and holding
and some caressing was established between us.  I was content just as
it was.

Her hair had grown some in the last couple of months which masked some
of the bad hair style she had when I first saw her.  This afternoon
when I saw her, her hair was short again.  The cut was ragged.  It
looked awful.

"What happened to your hair?"

"Mom cut it."

"With a knife?"

"Scissors," she said.  It was obviously nothing strange to her. She
lived this way.

"Would it be okay to take you to a hair salon?  You can say to your
Mom that your friend's mom is a beautician."   I'd gotten use to
making up excuses.  Nicole's Mom never seemed to have any problem with
any of them.  At least, Nicole never indicated to me her Mom had any
problem. "Make it look better."

"Yeah!" she said excitedly.

I promised the stylist a big tip if she made Nicole's hair real nice.
I wasn't sure how much could be done.  It looked like mom whacked 
Nicole's hair real good.

The stylist earned her tip.  Nicole's looked fabulous.

"What?" said Nicole on the drive back.  She noticed I kept looking at
her.

"You're so beautiful," I said.  "You look so beautiful."

She smiled. 

I couldn't help it.  I kept glancing at her.

"Stop it!" she said.

"I can't!"  It was a good thing we were home so soon.

When we entered my place, I told her to stop and stand right there.

"I just want to look at you," I said.

"You're getting weird on me." she said.

"You are beautiful," I said.

She blushed.  I could tell she didn't believe me.

"Stand right there.  I'll just admire you."

She rolled her eyes and turned toward the couch.

"Hey, I said and ran toward her.

She feigned left and went right and eluded my grasp.  She giggled as
she ran away.  I chased after her.  We both laughed as we ran around
the dinette set.  We stopped on opposite sides.  I went to the right.
She darted the other way.  I reverse direction quickly.  She couldn't
go back around the dinette so she headed back to the living room.
She feigned right, but I was ready this time.  I wrapped my right arm
around her waist and pulled her back.  I fell back and sat hard on
the couch.  She fell back on my lap.  I wrapped my other arm around
her so she couldn't escape.  Giggling and laughing, she squirmed in
my grip.  She was feisty!  I pulled her down on the couch.  I moved
so she was trapped under me.

"Got you!" I laughed.

"No fair!" she protested.  "You cheated."  She gave me a fake pout.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you," she said back.

I kissed her.  Our mouths were a hungry passion for each other.  Our
mutual desire was strong.  I kissed beneath her chin.  Little moans
escaped her delicate lips.  My desire was so strong I couldn't get 
enough of her.

I lifted up and her lips followed my lips and sought after mine.  I
sat up and she moved toward me.  Her lips refound mine.  I wrapped
her in my arms and held her tight.

We finally broke our lips apart and we both gasped for air.  I saw
the passion in her eyes.  It matched my passion.

Nicole sat on my lap and straddled me.  Our lips met again and then
our mouths opened to welcome each others tongues in.  My hands
drifted to her lower back.  Her passions were on fire.  We kissed
so deeply.  My hands went to her jeans and rested on her butt.  I
instinctively pulled her closer.

"Mmmmm," I groaned when she started to kiss my neck.  She took that
as encouragement and kissed my neck more.

My hands reflexively squeezed and resqueezed her butt cheeks.  I 
could perceive a small rocking of her hips on me.

"That feels great," I told her.

"You like?" she said.

"Oh, yeah."  

We took a brief breather.  I realized I held her butt tightly but
I wasn't going to let it go.  I didn't know if she knew she was
slowly rubbing herself on my erection thru my pants.

I kissed her gently on her nose.

"I love you, Nicole," I said.  I gasped for breath.

"I love you, John," she said.  She'd already recovered.

We just sat looking at each other.  I heard a soft moan from her.
She moved on my erection slightly harder now.

I desired her so much.

I stood up while holding her.  I supported her with my hands under
her butt,  She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around
my waist.  I carried her into the bedroom.

I laid her down.  I laid on top of her.  We resumed kissing.  I was
between her open legs and she resumed rubbing herself against me.
She sighed airy when I kissed all over her neck.   My urgency for
her was so great.  I lifted off of her and pulled her shirt out of
her jeans.  I kept pulling it up.  She lifted up and I pulled the
shirt over her head and off her arms.  I quickly pulled my shirt off,
also.

I lowered back down and kissed below her neck where more skin was
exposed now.  I skipped over her bra and kissed lower.  I kissed all
over her belly.  I thought she seemed to sink into the bed in
relaxation.  She squirmed when I furtively put my tongue into her
navel.

When I got to her jeans, I undid the button and then the zipper. I
folded back the flaps and exposed her plain white panties.  I kissed
on top of her panties and then slid down the bed.  I stood up and
untied her shoes and removed them.  I slipped off her socks.  I
stepped on the heel of one of my shoes and slipped out of it.  I
repeated with my other shoe.  I then took off my socks.  I  undid
my pants and pushed them down.  I stepped out of them.  I then
leaned over the bed and started to pull on her jeans.

"Lift up," I said.

She did and I pulled her jeans down and off.  I climbed back on top
of her.  I kissed her lips again.  My erection in my briefs pressed
down against her panties.  I couldn't help but grind against her.
She moaned and thrusted back up against me.

"Your bra," I said.

I raised up and she sat up.   I reached toward her but she reached 
behind her back first and undid her bra.  I pulled it off and tossed
it aside on the bed.  I encouraged her to lay back down.  I looked at
her young breasts.  She was small but growing.  My initial thought
was she might grow into a nice cup size. 

I moved from between her legs and leaned over her from the side.  
I slowly rubbed my hands over her breasts.

"These are nice," I said.

I smoothed them for a while and then kissed them.  She watched me
bring attention to her breasts.  I sucked in a nipple briefly and
then the other.   I pelted her with little soft kisses.

I was startled when I felt her hand rub my erection thru my briefs.
I looked down at her action.  I smiled at her and resumed my kisses
on her breasts.

In a short time, I sat up and pulled my briefs off.  She looked 
with interest when I turned back to her.  She breathed bigger when
she saw my dick in its fullness of flesh.  She stuck out her hand
and rubbed it again.

"That feels good," I told her.  I rubbed her breasts as she rubbed
my dick.

There was only one part of her body that still was clothed and I
greatly desired to see her now.  I slipped away from her and sat on
my knees between her legs.  I pulled on her panties and she lifted to
make it easier.  She had dark blonde pubes.  I slid forward to look
closer.  I ran my finger faintly along the side of her clit.  She
looked so delicate down here.  I carefully opened her folds.  How
long was it since I was last with a woman.  Two years?  Who cared?
It didn't matter.

I moved back so I could lower my mouth.  I flicked my tongue at her
clit.  She moaned and thrusted up at me.  She gasped when my tongue
trailed within her folds.  I savored her pussy for a while.  I loved
the sounds of her arousal.  I loved the pleasure I gave her.

When I suddenly rose up and got off the bed, she looked at me in
confusion.  I opened up the sock drawer of my dresser and pulled out
a small plastic bottle.  I climbed back between her legs.  I held
up the bottle.

"Lubrication," I said.

I squirted some on my right hand and coated my index finger with it.
I ran my finger over the insides of her folds.  I added some more
liquid to my finger and then I slowly pushed it into her.  Carefully.
Gently.  My finger entered her.  As it went deeper, she groaned once.

"Sorry," I said.

I pushed my finger all the way in and then pulled it back out.  I
added more lubrication and pushed it back in.  I was able to slide my
finger back and forth inside her.

I climbed over her leg and back toward her face.  "Your turn to 
lubricate me," I said.

Nicole sat up.  I squeezed some liquid into each of her hands.

"All over it," I said.

She rubbed the liquid all over my dick.  Her touch felt very good and
very sensual.  She mixed the liquid with the natural lubriction of my
pre-cum.  She ran it up and down my shaft and over my entire head.

"I think that's good," I said.  "Lay back down."

She did and I laid between her legs.  I slid up and my dick was
immediately between her folds.  It was at the right angle.  There was
no need to adjust.

I pushed in a little and noticed Nicole breathe hard.  I wanted to go
slow as I entered her, but I had to push hard enough to enter her
also.  I slid it in a little farther.  I knew I needed to give a
little thrust now.  I pressed in and she groaned.  I slid into her.
I was in her.

It had been too long since I was with a woman.  So it felt so good to
be inside her and especially good because she was small and tight.  It
was a wonderful way to be welcomed back to the world of sex.

"It feels so big," she said in shortness of breath.  Did I catch a
hint of astonishment in her voice?

"You feel so good, Nicole." I said.  "I love you."

I moved inside her.  I wanted to be so careful.  I knew it was very
reasonable this was her first time and I wanted to make it special.
I wanted her to experience the greatness of a man and woman joined
physically together.

"Does it feel okay?" I said as I slid slowly.

"Yeah, it feels good."  She smiled up at me.

I continue my deliberate pace.  I wanted her to keep experiencing
whatever she was feeling.  Beside I knew her tightness would have me
coming soon enough beyond the fact it had been a couple of years.
There was no need to hurry it.  I changed angle slightly.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned.  "That feels really good."

Nicole's moaning excited me.  I started to move faster inside her
pussy.  Then I began to thrust.  My body would push down on her.
She ground her hips up at me now to meet my descending dick.
 
She emitted a deep moan that was a sound you didn't expect to come
out of a fourteen year old girl.  As she orgasmed, I pushed fast
and hard into her.  I was at the point of no return.  I thrusted
just a couple more times and I released and I released and I
released.  I came so hard.  The joy of being with Nicole brought so
much out me, plus the fact it had been so long for me.

"That was wonderful," I said, gasping.

"Yeah, that was great," she said, equally seeking air.

I slid off her and laid on my back by her side.  I pulled her to
her side and she rested her head on my chest.

"I love you," I said.

We rested for a while.  Just two lovers holding each other after
the pinnacle.  I think I dozed off.

"Can we do it again?"

"What?" I said blinking my eyes open.

"Can we do it again?"

Five simple words gave me a new erection.  I glanced at the
clock.  There was time.  An hour and a half before she had to go.
I stretched out on the bed.

"Get on top," I said.

Nicole climbed on top of me.  She tried to push herself down on it.

"Hold it first and push down."

She did that and I slid easily back into her.  She moaned as I
entered her pussy.  She sat up on me and moved slowly up and down.
She kept looking down.

I reached over to my night stand and pulled open the top drawer.  I
took out a circular mirror an old girlfriend had left years ago.  I
held it on my lower chest facing her, so she could see.

"That is so cool," she said as she watched her pussy move up and
down on my dick.

I laid the mirror flat on me just before my dick.  "Why don't you go
all the way off and see yourself go down?"

I couldn't see how she saw it.  I did like watching the amazement
on her face as she saw my big erect dick enter her pussy.

"This is just so cool," she said.

Nicole watched herself a few times and then she started to move on
me.  In time, I started to thrust with her.  However, even youth
gets tired.  She needed to change position.  I coaxed her to lay
down on me.  When she realized we stayed connected and I could
thrust in her, she relaxed and enjoyed my movement inside her.  Our
togetherness progressed and I felt my cum rise.  I could see and 
hear her orgasm build.  She raised up on her arms and thrusted back
at me.

"I'm coming!" I groaned out and almost immediately came right after.

"Uhhhhhnnnn!" she moaned and came just a second later.

She collapsed down on me breathing hard.  I felt my dick shrink and
slip out of her.  When she finally raised her head, she looked at me.

"I love you," I said.  I kissed her on the nose.

"I love you, too," she said.  She laid back down.

I just held her on top of me.  It was so good to be with her.  I needed
her so badly. 


Over the next days, we would often not even make it to the bed.  We
made love on the couch or on the floor.  Nicole, on her own idea, 
quickly wanted to see how many different positions I could enter her.
We'd make love a couple of times each school day when she was came 
over.  The first time, I went along with Nicole and we tried some
variety.  Some of the variety was basic such as entering her from
behind or me standing while she laid on the dinette table.  We
progressed to taking a shower together.  I held her up while she was
pressed against the shower wall and I thrusted in her.  Another time,
we faced each other and we sat between each other legs. I pushed my
dick down, so I could enter her.  From that position, almost no
thrusting was capable.  It was all fun, but I always insisted our
second love making was her on top or me on top.  The sex was always
better that way.  There is a reason, they are the two favorite
positions.  Over time, Nicole thought like I did.  More often we
stuck with our two favorite positions on the bed with the occassional
variety thrown in.


In early December, Nicole had a bruise on her face.

"What happened," I asked with great concern.

"Mitch was drunk and he hit me," she explained.

"We should call the cops," I said.

"No!  No!" she insisted.  "It's okay.  He didn't mean to.  He was just
drunk."

"But he hit you."

"I just didn't stay out of his way like I usually do."

"What did your Mom do?"

"She said he didn't mean to.  Just had a bad day.  Please don't call
the cops!"

"Okay," I assured her.

"I still want to make love."

We did.

I gave Nicole a key to my place and let her know she could come over
any time.  Even when I was not home.  If she needed to get away, my
place was always available.

I did talk to the cops and asked them about Mom's lack of protection
for Nicole from Mitch.

"Not much we can do," the police officer told me.  "We could hold him
overnight, but Mom can take him back.  Sounds like every one involved
are making it sound like an accident so that makes it hard to do
anything."

"There's got to be something I can do," I protested.

"Sorry.  Sometimes the rules suck.   If you took her away to keep her
safe, on principle that would be a good thing and you would be 
protecting her, but legally its child abduction."

"I have a daughter just like her.  I'd protect my daughter no matter
what.  I can't understand a Mom that won't protect her daughter."

"It's a strange world we live in," the cop said.

I found where Nicole's mom worked as a waitress.  I knew she was in
her early thirties.  Her body still said that, but her face looked
older.  She was worn down by the world.

"Can I talk to you at your break?" I asked.

"What for?" she said, acerbically.  "Then it wouldn't be a break."

"Give you $20 dollars."  I opened up my wallet and took out a bill.

"I ain't no $20 dollar blowjob whore.  Get the fuck away from me."

"I want to talk about Nicole?"

"Nicole?"

"Yeah, your daughter."

She looked at the clock.  "Twenty minutes.  Out back."

"Thanks."

When she came out, she immediately lit a cigarette.  "What's this
about Nicole?"

"You know, you should quit smoking," I said.  Nicole had to live in a
house full of second-hand smoke too.  It was so unfair.

"She put you up to this?  Tell me to stop smoking."

"No, Nicole is scared at home.  Your boyfriend hit her."

"Look, Mitchie's under some frustration.  He's been out of a job for
a while.  Nicole just needs to know when to stay out of the way when
he's like that.  She's 13..."

"14 now," I corrected.

"Whatever.  She's old enough to know better."

"There's never an excuse to let your daughter get hit."

"She won't get hit if she stays out of the way."

"The only way she can do that is if your boyfriend is gone."

"Look, I'm done talking.  You want the 20 bucks back."

"No, keep it."

"Thanks, nice of you."  She stuck it in her cleavage.

That night, just before I headed off to work, I received a call from
Nicole.  She was crying.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"She spanked me!  She spanked me!"

"I'm...I'm sorry," I said.

"She said I can't talk to you no more."

"She work's all day," I answered. "How's she gonna know when we talk
after school?"

"NICOLE!" I heard her mom yell in the background.

"Gotta go," she said hurriedly.  The phone clicked dead.

I couldn't concentrate at work at all that night.

When I saw Nicole the next afternoon, I tried to explain to her.

"I was just trying to help.  I thought I could talk some sense into 
your Mom.  I love you and I don't want to see you hurt."

"I know, but you just need to let me live my life."

"I just want better for you."

"You have made it better for me.  I love you and all you have done
for me."

Unfortunately, Nicole's ass was too sore and we didn't make love.


I was surprised to see Nicole sitting on my couch when I woke up
Sunday around noon.

"Mitch is stoned.  I had to get out of there.  I don't know what to
do."

I had an idea.  "What if you start telling your Mom you are sleeping
over at a friend's house?  You can start doing that a lot.  Maybe say
you are on the...uh, junior varsity debate team and you have to be
gone on weekend sometimes.  This way you only have to stay home a few
nights a week just so your Mom knows you are around.  Sorry to say
this, but I bet your mom and boyfriend would like you gone more
anyway."

I know," she said sadly.

"You've grown up with shitty parents. You can turn out better than
them."

Love making was soft and tender that afternoon.


The next evening, I took my shower right after dropping off Nicole.
I had my eyes closed as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.  I
froze when I heard the click of the shower door open and then click
shut.  Immediately, I felt two hands rub my back.

"Nicole?"  I said as I hurriedly tried to clear my eyes.

"Hi," she said.  I noticed the sexiness in her voice.

I wiped my hands over my face to clear it and turned.  "What are
you doing here?"  I couldn't help but look over her naked body.

"I already told my Mom I was going to stay at a friend's house."
She looked at my growing erection.  She grabbed the soap and start
to "clean" my dick.  I grew firm.

I took the soap from her.  She continued to run her hands over my
dick.  I soaped up my hands and put the bar in the tray.  I ran my
hands over her tits.  Once I was satisfied, I ran my hands between
her legs.  She opened her stance.  I rubbed her pussy.  She moaned
softly.

I shut off the water.  As she opened the shower door, I gave her
cute little butt a squeeze.

"Hey!" she said as she slapped my hand away with a laugh.

We watched each other with anticipation as we toweled off.

When done, she turned toward the door, but I grabbed her arm and
spun her toward me.  I pulled her toward me and kissed her.  Our
lips clung to each other.  Our arms intertwined.  When we separated,
she started to turn to the door again, but I grabbed her by the waist
and lifted her up on the sink countertop.  I stepped forward.  She
leaned back against the mirror and opened her legs.  I pushed my dick
into her pussy.  I started to move in and out of her.  She moaned as
she looked down at my entry into her.  Eventually she could only
look up as her body was arched and she was close to coming.  I
thrusted into her faster.  As she began to come, I moved inside my
Nicole's pussy faster.  I was just a little behind her in coming.
I felt my insides start to boil over.  I stopped my dick within her
and released.

"I couldn't wait for the bedroom," I said after it was all done.

She smiled lovingly at me.

I'd never done it before in my life, but this time I did it.  I called
in sick to work when I wasn't.  Tonight was the first time Nicole
spent the whole night in my bed.  We didn't fall asleep until
midnight.

Nicole had to rush around in the morning to get to school on time.  I
told her I'd buy a separate alarm clock for her to use when she 
stayed with me.   I still did work nights, so Nicole mostly slept in
my bed alone.  Since my divorce, I had always liked the night shift,
but now I wished I had normal day hours so I could spend more time
with my beautiful lover.

Nicole was used to fending on her own in the kitchen at home.  I made
sure she had more variety to choose from for breakfast and lunch.
She didn't know much about cooking.  I had learned to be an okay cook,
so I taught her what I knew.  She learned to make herself a nicer
breakfast if she had the time.  It was fun to cook dinner together.
I introduced her to the silliness of whip cream in the bedroom.  It
was fun when she sucked it off my dick and I licked in off her pussy.
I also made a mound of it on her tits and put a cherry on top.  She
asked me how I liked her with big tits.  I just said, "Delicious."
We were a happy couple.  She was only at her home two or three nights
a week.


For Christmas, I bought her a fancy dress watch and a pair of
expensive earrings.  I also bought her a sexy nightie.  We felt so
comfortable around each other that she spent most of the time walking
around my condo in the nude.  She did discover the importance of
wearing something when cooking with grease.  It can splatter.  It just
took me a couple of days to feel okay for me to walk around naked all
the time.  It certainly helps keep spontaneity in our love life.   Not
that we needed help.  The reason I bought the nightie is that
sometimes clothes can make a woman look even sexier.  She mostly wore
it at my request.  She liked to be naked with me.  I liked that too.


Nicole often liked to play.  That energy in her life brought energy
to my life.  I loved that about Nicole.

One afternoon on the bed, I hovered over her naked body ready to
penetrate her.  I lowered my dick down toward her warm opening.

She turned on her side, laughed, and said, "Missed me!"

I raised up and she rolled back on her back.

When I lowered again, she rolled on her other side and chortled,
"Missed again!"

I smiled down at her.  I loved her little games.  She turned one way
or the other each time I lowered and she teased me with her words.
I finally just laid down on her while she was on her side.

"No fair," she said.  "You're not allowed to just lay on me.  Unfair
advantage."

"Who says I have to play fair?" I asked back.

"I do," she said.  "I make the rules."

I lifted up and she dodged my probing dick a couple more times.  I
decided I needed to hold her a little if I was going to have the
intimacy I desired with her.  I knew she'd eventually stop and let
me enter her, but I knew how she liked to play until I finally "won"
the game.  I pulled her arms over her head and held them down on the
bed.  She could still twist enough to escape her pussy from my dick,
so she didn't protest me.  

"Nicole..." I dragged out her name as I said it.

"What?" she said with her playful smile.

I leaned down and kissed her.  She responded back to my kiss.  As we
were in the passion of our pressed lips, I slowly lowered and slipped
my dick into her pussy.

"Hey!" she said.  "No fair!  You distracted me!"

"Too late!   I got you!"

I started to move inside her delicacy.  No one ever felt so good to
be inside of like my Nicole.  It did not take that long until we
culminated in orgasms.  I loved to make love with her.


My daughter Amanda flew out to visit me the week between Christmas and
New Year's.  I took a week of vacation from work.  The first day was a
little awkward explaining why Nicole was over at my place.  I went the
honest route and explained to Amanda about Nicole's home life and how
I was helping her.  The two fourteen year olds got along with each
other great.  They had similar interests in music and movies.  I
dropped them off at the movies a couple of times.  Even scarier, I let
them shop at the mall together.  To her credit, Nicole was conservative
with her purchases.  My daughter racked up some higher bills.  I didn't
care.  She was my daughter.  I didn't see her that often.

It was one of the best times I'd had with my daughter.  It was very
helpful to have Nicole around.  Amanda had a buddy all week and not
just her Dad.   Amanda always had my bed when she came to visit.
Nicole slept in my bed with Amanda when she stayed the night.
Obviously, Nicole could not sleep with me on the sofa bed.  Amanda
and Nicole would often stay up talking well past midnight.  Neither
would wake up until mid-morning.  I always had breakfast ready.

Toward the end of the week, I saw how Amanda noticed how Nicole
hugged me.  I wasn't going to push Nicole away, but I knew it appeared
to be more "friendly" than would be expected.  By the last couple of
days, they started to argue some.  I wasn't sure, but I thought Amanda
was jealous of Nicole.

The night before Amanda was to fly home, Nicole slipped in next to
me under the covers on the sofa bed.  I was on my back and she leaned
her body against me.  She put her head on my chest and her arm over
me.  I could tell she was naked.

"I miss you," she said.

"Me, too," I answered.  "Tomorrow."  I laid my hand on her bare ass.

"No offense," Nicole said.  "I don't like Amanda any more.  I'm glad
she's leaving"

"That's okay," I said.  "I can love you both.  You don't have to 
like each other."

We fell asleep.

I guess I slept lightly.  I was awakened in the middle of the night 
by a sound and a dim light.  I looked over to the kitchen.  Amanda was
in the fridge getting a drink.  She took a swig of apple juice
straight from the plastic bottle and put it back.  I saw Amanda look
and stare toward where I slept.  I closed my eyes.  I didn't want her
to know I was awake.  It seemed like I waited the longest time until
I finally heard Amanda walk off and my bedroom door close.

The next morning, we prepped for Amanda's flight home.  Nicole was
in the shower and I just heard the water shut off.

"Dad?" Amanda said.

"Yeah, honey," I said to my pride and joy.

"Last night," she hesitated.  "I saw Nicole in your bed.  Your hand
was on her naked bottom."

My mind raced in panic.  The blankets must have moved during the night
and Nicole became exposed.  I did something that was very hard.  I
lied to my daughter.

"She's a girl with a bad family life.  I sometimes need to make her
feel secure.  Nicole's just a little girl that need to be held.  I
feel sorry for her."

I saw Nicole.  She was dressed and standing outside the bathroom door.
Tears were in her eyes.  I could see she was trying to fight them
back.  She stormed out of my condo.

"Nicole?" I called out and raced to the door when I realized she was
leaving.  She was gone.  I'd go after her, but I needed to take 
Amanda to the airport.

I looked back at Amanda.  She had a smirk on her face.  I glared at
her.

I didn't hear from Nicole at all the rest of the day.  

When my ex-wife called to tell me Amanda arrived home safely, she
asked me, "You replaced Amanda?"

I tried to explain, but she wouldn't hear anything of it.  Shit!  I
just ruined my relationship with my daughter.  She was the only other
person I cared about in the world.  Now, I didn't even know if I still
had Nicole?  Did I have anyone left in my life?  I yearned for Nicole
to call.

School started the next day, but I didn't see Nicole.  Whether she
went home a different way or was sick, I didn't know.

The next day I did see her walking home.

"Nicole!" I said when I came up to her.

She looked at me and looked down.  She stopped a second and started
to walk on."

"Nicole?  Please talk to me," I pleaded.

She turned and looked at me.  "You hurt me.  I hurt a lot."

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," I said fast.  How could I make it better?
"Can we talk?"

"I guess so."

I looked around.  There were too many people coming and going.  "In
the car?"

In the privacy of my car, I said, "I am sorry, Nicole.  I didn't mean
to hurt you.  I should have said something else to Amanda.  I didn't
mean to say that.  You know people can't know about us."

"It's not fair," she said.

"I know.  I know.  I wish it was different too.  People are not
ready for our relationship yet.  They'd think I'm controlling you."

"But you're not.  I could explain it to people."

"They still wouldn't believe you.  They'd treat you like a little kid
who doesn't know any better."

"Is there no way we can be together?" she asked.

"Like we are now.  You're with me more than your Mom now."

"I can quit school and live with you," she said with hope in her
voice.  "I don't like school anyway.  I don't need it.  I just want
to be with you.  Never see my Mom or Mitch again."

"You can't stay cooped up in the condo forever.  If you ever went
outside, you might be recognized.  They'll be looking for you."

"I could wait it out."

"A year?  You'd be putting yourself in a prison.  I'd go crazy in
my place for just a week.  It wouldn't be a normal life.  We couldn't
go out to the movies or dinner.  We couldn't even go to the store
together."

Nicole appeared to recognize that would not work.

"We could move," she suggested.

"Where?  Someone would think our age difference is too much.  They
are not ready for a love like ours."

"Adopt me?" she said with a weak smile.

"Your Mom's not going to allow that."

She sighed.  "I need to think about things," she said.  She reached
for the door.

"We'll drive out to Desert Lake and go camping out there this
weekend,"  I said hopefully.

She didn't say anything.  She just closed the car door and left.  I
watched her walk away.

I went back into the 7-Eleven and bought a six-pack.  I had to call
in sick to work.  I hadn't been drunk in...years.  I hadn't touched
even a drop of alcohol in years.

I tried to return to my normal life the rest of the week.  Work felt
depressing but at least it passed the time.


Friday when the phone rang and Nicole's voice said, "John?", I felt
elated.  I tried not to sound as excited as I felt.

"Hi," I said.

"Are you still going camping?" she asked.

"Only if you were going with me," I said.  I wasn't interested in
going alone.

"I'd like to go."

The two and a half hour drive to Desert Lake gave us time to talk.
By the time we arrived, I felt pretty good that our relationship
was back on a good footing.  

It wasn't the popular time for Desert Lake, so there were very
few other campers around.  Desert Lake was an oasis in the middle
of nowhere.  It had a slight forest feel around the entire lake.
I set up the tent in the campground.  I cooked up some hamburgers
on the camping stove and later we roasted marshmallows around a 
fire.

That night as we readied for bed, Nicole looked at me in my sleeping
bag and asked, "Is there room for me in there?"

"Look what these two bags can do," I said.  I unzipped my bag.  I
then zipped the two bags together to make one large sleeping bag.

Nicole stripped naked.  I realized I was overdressed and stripped
also.

I was on top of her in the sleeping bags.  I entered her pussy gently.
We made slow, tender love.  My thrusts inside her were leisurely.
She moaned softly.  We still had an awareness that other campers
were somewhat around and didn't want to "disturb" them.  After two
weeks without being inside her, this was a special time for both of
us.  I eventually did small, fast thrusts.  I barely moved inside
her.  She moaned just a little louder.  Not loud enough for anyone
to hear her.

"I'm coming," I said.

"I'm coming, too," she moaned.

She came first and then I groaned and shot hard into her.  It felt
like so much.  Two weeks without Nicole was just too long.

We hiked around in the morning.  We followed the perimeter of the
lake.  I carried a small picnic lunch in a backpack.  We stopped and
ate at a little alcove of the lake that I liked since it was away
from others.

When we were done, I started to pack up.

Nicole said, "Let's go for a swim."

"It's cold," I said.

"That's okay"

"We didn't bring our swimsuits."

"So what?"  Nicole stripped naked and ran into the water.

Seeing her naked ass race into the lake was enough for me.  I got
naked and ran in.  I could see she was shivering as I hit the
water.

"Brrr, it is cold," she said.

I caught her up in my arms and spun her around in the water.  We
stood in the water shaking, but we were getting used to it fast.

"I like the effect," I said as I pointed at her nipples.  "Very sexy."

"How does it effect you?" she asked.

"Cold water very bad for a guy," I said.

I felt her hand reach down and grab my dick.  It was shriveled and
close to my body. "Poor guy," she said.

She ducked her head under the water and then I felt her lips on my
dick.  She sucked and stroked on my dick with her mouth.  She came
up for breath, but before I could say anything she went back down.
She repeated this several times.  My dick was hard now.  Her warm
mouth on my dick in the cold water felt great.  I had to make sure
I didn't put my hands on her head and accidently hold her down.

She finally stayed up.  

"That's better," she smiled.

I reached for her, but she splashed water in my face and stepped
away.  She laughed.

"Come here," I said laughing too.

"I don't think so," she giggled.  She splashed away into deeper
water.

"Hey!"  I splashed after her.

She dove into the water and swam a few strokes.  I enjoy seeing her
naked butt on top of the water.

"We're do you think you are going?" I said.

"You can't catch me!" she taunted.

I moved forward but she circled around me.  She was faster in the
water than I was.

"Come here, little fish," I teased.

I dove forward.  She slipped backward.  When I stood back up, she
had regained her balance.  She slipped under my grasping arms and
eluded me again.

I was in deeper water now and thought my best chance to catch my
"prey" was moving her toward land.  As she moved around, I moved
laterally and slowly drove her toward shallower water.

"Come heeeeeere!" I said.

"Nnnnnhhh!" she said and stuck out her tongue.

I made my move.  I high-stepped thru the water.  She moved to the
right, but I was faster now so she tried to go left.  I caught her!

I had her from behind.  She strained and struggled against me while
giggling and laughing.  I used my strength and weight to pull her
down.  As I sank to my knees, she went down to her knees before me.

I reached a hand between her legs and started to rub.  She moaned
right off.  I gently pushed her forward.  She got the hint and got
on her hands and knees.  I lined up my dick and pushed into her.
The lake water lapped around us as our bodies moved together.  I
thrusted in her hard.  I wanted her so badly.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned as she shuddered during her orgasm.  My hard
thrusts brought her to her sexual peak fast.

"Unnnnhh!" I groaned and shot hard in her.  It sort of stung as my cum
went out of me.   Maybe it was a combination of cold water and strong
desire.

"Wow!" said Nicole.  "That felt so great!  Sex is a very good thing!"

We made love quietly in the tent again that night.  The next day,
we returned to civilization.  I felt secure in our relationship 
again.


On a Saturday in early February when Nicole was at her home, the
front door slammed closed.  I awoke startled.

"John?" I heard Nicole's voice.  She sounded in distress.

I raced out to the living room and turned on a light.  She fled into
my arms and I held her.  I just waited for her to tell me what was
going on.

"Mitch got arrested for drugs," she finally said.

I didn't interrupt.  I just listened.

"He blames me!  I didn't do anything!"

"It's okay," I said.  "The mind gets delusional when you waste it on
drugs and alcohol.  You are safe with me."

Mitch got out in just a day.  He had just a misdemeanor possession
charge against him.  

Nicole spent even less time at home now.  It didn't mean that home
life still didn't cause us some difficulties.

Nicole said, "Mom wants to know why I don't bring home no awards or
anything for being on the debate team.  She says she knows I'm good
at it because I argue with her so much."

That was an easy solution.  I just printed a little certificate that
said "Second Place - Junior Varsity Debate Team Member."

The next day Nicole report back to me.  "Mom liked it.  She said she
was proud of me."

Cool!  Mom was actually proud of her daughter.


For the school's spring break, I told Nicole to tell her Mom she 
would be travelling with the JV debate team.  I had a trophy made up
already to show her Mom when she returned.

What Nicole and I actually did was fly to Orlando.  Every day we went
to Disney World or Epcot or the water park or Sea World.  Every night,
we made love in our hotel room.  That week was such a high for me.


After the high week for us, we again returned to our normalcy.  On
Wednesday, Ncole and I made love right away when she came over after
school.  I was on top and we moved together quickly.  Neither of us
wanted to take our time and we both came fast.  After we both came,
I rolled off her.

"I'm pregnant," she said, happily.

"What!" I said in fear.

"I went to the free clinic.  I'm pregnant.  Isn't it exciting?"

"Uh...how long?"

"Almost three months already.  I'm often late so I waited to get
tested.  We can be together as a family now."

"Nicole," I said as evenly as I could.  I didn't want to burst her
bubble.  "Just because you are pregnant, doesn't mean people are
going to let us be together.   You know that."

"I'm not killing my baby," she said forcefully.

"Okay," I said.

"I thought you'd be happy."

"I am," I lied.  I felt guilty for lying to her.  "I'm not sure you
understand the consequences of your decision."

Like me going to jail.

Nicole started to give me oral sex.  It felt great but it was hard
to push out the thoughts racing thru my mind.


In another month, Nicole had a little belly.  I couldn't help but
fear the child growing within her, but I couldn't give up Nicole.  I
wouldn't try to force Nicole to change her mind.  I wouldn't
disappoint her.  Each day or night we made love, it was still
wonderful.  Back in my mind, I saw the end was near.  I could see
know way out of this.


In late April, I was awakened by a knock on my door Monday morning.
Bleary-eyed, I opened the door.  "Yes," I said to the man in the suit.
I wanted to go back to sleep.  I'd only been home for a couple of
hours.

The man flashed a badge at me.

I was suddenly awake.

"We need you to come down to the police station for some questioning,"
he said.

I now saw his partner standing farther back.

At the police station, the cop asked me, "Just what kind of child
molesting pervert are you?"

"Look," I explained. "I just gave her a safe place to live."

"In your bed!" the cop interjected.

"No!" I said. "Nicole was beat on by her Mom's boyfriend.  I gave her
a place to get away."

"And the baby?" he said.

"She's pregnant," I said and shrugged my shoulders.

"She says the baby is yours."

What could I do?  Nicole was proud and excited to carry our child.

"No comment," I said.

"We talked to your daughter," the cop said.  "She saw Nicole naked
in bed with you."

I slumped down.

I was arraigned.  Nicole's Mom glared at me during the procedure.  She
called me some rather unoriginal names afterward.

I posted bail.  My lawyer was able to make it low.
 
I hoped for mitigating circumstances since her home life stunk, but I 
didn't feel good about it.  It wasn't realistic for me to get off.

The judge had ordered me to stay at least a 100 feet away from Nicole
while I was out on bail.

"Can we say good-bye?" I asked as I looked at my Nicole in the
courtroom.  She looked so sad and unhappy.

The judge wouldn't let me hug Nicole good-bye.


Of course, I lost my job.

My ex-wife called.  "How could you?" she berated me.  "How could you
expose Amanda to a situation like that?  I'm going to make sure you
never EVER see Amanda again!"

I didn't try to defend myself.  I just let me ex-wife rant.


I sat broken in my condo.  I dared not call Nicole.  Would she try
to call me?

Could I stay out of jail?  What could I do?  Somehow, I had to see
Nicole.

I called a realtor.  I told her I wanted to sell my condo with
all the furnishings included.  All my nice electronic equipment
and furniture had to be part of the price.    I told her to price
it to sell fast.  It sold in two days.  I pushed for a very fast
escrow closing.  I opened a new bank account.  I cashed out my
retirement and all my investments.  I closed my current
bank account.  I transferred everything to the new bank
account.  I went thru some extra steps on the transfer and didn't
do it direct.  I sold my car and bought an older car.  There were
just a few things left undone.  I did them before escrow closed.


It was now almost four weeks since I'd seen Nicole.   Thursday
afternoon, I waited by the 7-Elven.  I held a brown paper bag.  I
looked down the street.  I waited.  I felt my nerves float in my
stomach.

There she was!

I held up a 5 dollar bill in front of the face of a student walking
by.  "You can have this if you give this bag to that girl in the 
green blouse."  I waved the money in front of him. "Just tell her a
guy wanted her to have it."

"Okay," he said and took the money and bag.

"Thanks," I said.  "Here's another five."  I pulled it out of my
pocket and gave it to him.  I wanted to make sure he was motivated.

I left before Nicole could see me.

I imagined Nicole opening the bag and seeing the envelope on top
with her name on it.  Perhaps she looked at the clothes inside the
bag before opening the envelope.  I imagined her reading the letter:

	My beautiful Nicole,

	I love you and I long to see you.  I wish to always
	be with you.  I have made plans so we can always be
	together.  If you no longer love me, please destroy
	this letter now and I wish the best for you.  If
	you do want to be with me, read on.  Tonight, tell
	your mom that you are going to go to a friend's house
	after school tomorrow.  Put the clothes in this bag
	in your school backpack.  Tomorrow, when school is
      over, go to the restroom and change clothes in a
      stall.  When you walk home instead of going straight
	toward your house, turn and walk toward my place.  I
	will be in a green car a short way up.  I hope to see
	you.  If you don't want to go away with me, I
	understand.  Always know that I love you Nicole.
	I always will.

	I love you,
	John

	Please throw away this letter now.  Do not take it
	home.



I looked at my watch.  School was getting out right now.  I
wondered if Nicole was heading to the restroom right now.
Was she changing into that large black Metallica T-shirt
that would hide her breasts and pregnancy?  Was she putting
on the stupid looking trapper hat that would hide her hair?
Was she putting on the over-sized sunglasses to hide her
face?  Would she step out of the girl's restroom looking
more like a guy than like a girl? 

Yes, she would look odd.  However with all the goth fashion,
retro fashion, hip-huggers, and all the other strange 
permutations, she wouldn't stand out.  I couldn't teach her
to walk like a boy, but I wasn't too concerned about that.

I was jumpy.  Just seeing a cop car casually drive by made me
sweat.  Some students started to walk by me.  Nicole always
came by later than other students, so changing clothes would
only make her slower.

I glanced in the rearview mirror constantly.   A black shirt
was walking this way with a hat!  Oh, it was just a real boy
wearing a ballcap.  A couple of goth girls walked by.  I just
couldn't understand that look.  I closed my eyes and took 
a couple of deep breaths.  I need to settle my nerves.  No
one walked by for a while.  I waited.  I hoped.

I jumped when the passenger door opened.  Nicole flashed me
her beautiful smile.  I smiled back as she sat down and
closed the door.

"Leave it on," I said as she was about to take off her hat
and sunglasses.  "For now."

Our lips met.  It was so wonderful.

I started the car and drove off.  It would take four hours to
reach the Mexican border.  As I entered the freeway, I showed
her two new IDs.   One said, "John Greene, Age 29."  The other
said, "Nicole Greene, Age 19."   No, we couldn't pass for those
ages, but were we lived I hoped no one would care.  To anyone
we met, we were married.  In a few months we would be parents.  
Perhaps, one day we could live in America again.  For this
moment, we began new lives together.


THE END

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