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(Note from Shalon: It is with great embarrassment that I realize I
forgot to send the new chapters to ASSM when updating the webpage and
SOL. So, here are the new chapters -- all four of them. We'll be
updating Prudence twice a week (or one big update, depending on how
the breaks fall) through the end of January at a minimum. Take a look
at our main website, http://playground.pele.cx, for more information.)

Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://prudence.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
http://playground.pele.cx/forums as well, for discussion of both
Prudence and our other stories. Send an email to velvet@pele.cx and
I'll add you to the mailing list to be notified when Prudence
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Velvet
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Half an hour later, they were at the house of Judge Aikens, a
friend of Steven's who had agreed to perform the ceremony. Steven
and Mrs. Aikens were to serve as legal witnesses.  The judge's
wife had a hard time not looking openly disapproving, and Mark
got the feeling that she thought this was a case of two people
_having_ to get married. Kristen hadn't seemed to notice, yet,
but . . .  He sighed quietly and, when the opportunity arose,
quietly asked Kayla to take the woman aside and explain that it
wasn't the case.

Kayla shook her head and whispered back to him, "She won't
believe it. Or, if she did, She'd just think that Steven was
selling his daughter to some sort of pervert or something."

Mark frowned. "Damn. I just wish . . . could you ask her to at
least pretend to be happy? I don't want Kristen's wedding day
ruined."

"Hmm, yeah. I think I might can figure something out."

A little while later, Mark saw her whispering quietly to the
woman in the corner. Mrs. Aikens looked at Kristen with a
softened expression, then turned an approving gaze on Mark. He
relaxed in relief, only to receive a tiny bit of apprehension
when Kayla grinned mischievously from across the room and winked
at him.

_Uh-oh_, he thought, and raised an eyebrow, his eyes plainly
beckoning to the girl. She pretended to consider whether or not
to ignore him, then grinned again and strolled over to him.
"Hmmm?" she asked innocently.

"Okay, so what did you say?" he asked.

She smiled sweetly up at him, and was silent just long enough to
make him squirm, then laughed and shook her head. "You're so
easy," she said with a giggle. "Don't worry, I just used the
truth, sort of. That Kris had been wild, but wanted to settle
down now, but the guys at school wouldn't let her, and that you
were marrying her to protect her."

His lips twitched with a barely suppressed smile. "Heh. That
works."

The ceremony went smoothly, though Kristen's voice shook as she
repeated the vows that Mark had carefully customized for her.  In
actuality, they were fairly traditional, but he had felt that
under the circumstances it would be best to leave out the bit
about 'forsaking all others,' given that such a vow could
conceivably kill Kristen. At the end, he gathered her into his
arms and very gently but passionately kissed her. She melted
happily against him for a moment before drawing back with a
smile. "Well . . . we did it. What do we do now?"

          ******************************

Steven had rented them a honeymoon suite at the nicest hotel and
rented himself a room at a different (but still quite nice) hotel
nearby. They dropped him off at his hotel and he handed Mark the
car keys.  The plan was a nice dinner, a romantic movie, and a
couple hours at Game Works, a particularly large, flashy,
well-stocked arcade that Mark knew about. Perhaps not the most
romantic of honeymoons, but the very normality of it was
incredibly appealing to Kristen; it was what any girl her age
might do on a date. Well, except for the part where she brought
along a girlfriend.

Mark watched the girls, looking for clues as to whether Kristen
was considering this outing something between a couple and a
friend, or a threesome.  He didn't really get any concrete
answer. The girls were giggling a lot, and walked around with
their arms around each other quite a bit, but Kristen seemed more
reserved with Mark, as if she weren't quite sure what he would
want. Her guilty glances at him let him to pull her aside and
quietly say, "Honey, it's okay.  Don't worry about being more
demonstrative with her than me."

She frowned unhappily and looked at the floor, unsure how to
react to that, and he smiled and said, "Love, it's _okay_. I
don't mind. I _know_ you love me."

She looked up at him, her eyes begging him to understand. "Mark .
. . it' not that I don't want to touch you . . . I just don't
know what you're comfortable with, or how much we can get away
with without people looking at you like you're a pedophile."

"I _know_, love," he said, nodding. "I'm not sure how much we can
get away with, either." He grinned at her, eyes sparkling.
"Besides, if anyone objects to the two of you, they'll complain
to me, and I can tell them my that what my wife does is none of
their business." She giggled and squeezed his hand, happy and
reassured.

After dinner, though, in the back row of the dark theater,
Kristen put Mark in the middle and they both snuggled up to him,
as if to make up for neglecting him elsewhere. Mark smiled and
slid an arm around each girl, enjoying the unusual treat of being
in the middle without _any_ complaint at all. He especially had
no complaint about the lingering kisses the girls took turns
giving him.

During a long, dull stretch of the movie, Kristen slid out of her
seat and into the floor. "What are you doing?" he whispered.  She
didn't answer, just slipped between his knees, and he realized
her intent with shock and a bit of alarm. "Love!"

"Shhhhh . . . " She put a finger up to cover his lips and her
expression, in the dim light, was pleading. Looking down at her,
he remembered that they hadn't had sex the night before. She
wasn't glowing when she woke up that morning, and it was well
past lunchtime, close to 3 in the afternoon. He stared at her,
frozen with indecision . . . she needed him, but if they got
caught . . . but it was dark, and they _were_ in the very back .
. .

She rubbed her cheek against the crotch of his pants, and his
cock stiffened and pressed against the zipper. He closed his
eyes. The theater was fairly empty, too. In fact, there wasn't
anyone seated within six or seven rows of them, he realized. They
were relatively safe. Still . . .  He glanced at Kayla, checking
her reaction.

Kayla smiled in the dim light and snuggled up to Mark's side,
reaching down to gently stroke Kristen's hair back from her face.
 As Kristen nuzzled his balls through his pants, he eyed the
long, loose, black velvet skirt Kayla was wearing and decided to
suggest Kristen do her next, if she hadn't already planned to.

Kristen captured his entire attention when she nipped at him
gently through the cloth, then slowly tugged his zipper down with
her teeth. His cock sprang out, hitting her soft cheek, and it
was all he could do not to groan as she opened her mouth and slid
it along the length of him. Kayla didn't make things any easier
when she decided to help by sliding her hand up his shirt and
playing with his nipples.

He concentrated on remaining quiet as Kristen slid her mouth over
the head of his dick and started to move slowly up and down. Her
little tongue flicked around and over the soft flesh, causing him
to shiver and bite his lip with the effort not to moan. Kayla
watched her for a few moment, then slid partway out of her seat
and bent as Kristen slid her head up. She cupped Kristen's chin,
drawing her gently off of Mark for a moment and kissing her
passionately.

Kristen returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping her hand around
Mark's cock and gently stroking it as she did so. He watched, his
cock rock-hard in her hand, and whispered, "Is this my present?"

She drew back, tugging Kayla down to suck him while she smiled up
at him. "No. You'll get your present later. This is my dinner."

"Ah," was all the answer he was capable of as Kayla slid her
mouth over his cock. After that, the girls took turns with his
cock. The seemed to be competing to see who could take him more
deeply, and remaining quiet, though he managed it, was very, very
difficult.

Kayla slid the rest of the way out of her seat and squeezed in
behind Kristen, putting her arms around her and slipping one hand
under the short little skirt and between her legs. Kristen gasped
quietly, then smothered her moan by pressing Mark's cock deep
into her mouth.  She swallowed his cock, letting it slip into her
throat, working her mouth and tongue along the shaft.  Mark could
feel her throat vibrating with silent moans as Kayla's fingers
stroked between her legs.

Mark couldn't hold back long; the very nature of the experience
excited him unbearably. The fact that he was in a public place,
with two beautiful fourteen year old girls kneeling between his
legs, one of them with his cock buried in her throat while the
other  girl rubbed her clit with one hand and her breasts with
the other . . . well . . . it was impossible to resist under
those circumstances.  He came, hard, biting his lip to keep from
crying out as his cum shot down Kristen's throat.

Kayla grabbed Kristen's hair, pulling her head back as she slid
off of Mark's cock, and kissed her deeply. Kristen returned the
kiss hungrily, rubbing against the smaller girl's body for a long
moment before urging her back up into her seat and ducking
beneath the full skirt, fully intending to repeat the performance
on her girlfriend.

Mark couldn't see much, but he could tell that Kristen was doing
quite, quite well from the way Kayla stiffened, her fingers
clenching hard on the arms of the seat, and her breathing grew
harsh and ragged. It was only moments before she turned her head
and sank her teeth into his shoulder, muffling her low moan as
she came.  She shuddered again and again, arching against the
chair until she finally collapsed, panting, back into the seat.

Kristen crawled from beneath Kayla's skirt, a touch of
luminescence in her eyes. He reached down and pulled her up to
him, tilting her head up for his kiss. He ran his tongue over her
lips, licking the cunt juice from them, then kissed her hard,
plunging his tongue into her hungry little mouth.  His hands ran
up and down her back, and she shivered, then pulled back and
smiled up at him. "I love you," she whispered before slipping
back into her own seat and cuddling up against his shoulder just
in time to watch the happy ending.

Mark barely saw the last bit of the movie at all. He was still in
a bit of shock. Pleasant shock, of course, but still . . . he was
in a position that most men would kill to occupy, and he couldn't
help but feel a touch of wonder at it all. It was one of those
things which seemed just to good to be real. Automatically, his
mind turned things over and over, looking for anything that might
go wrong, wanting to have solutions to offer. So, as the closing
credits started to roll, he leaned over and whispered in
Kristen's ear, "Love? Have you talked to Kayla about what we
talked about last night?"

She nodded, but gave no other answer.

"What exactly did you tell her?" he asked.

"Mark . . . " She looked up at him, a touch of nervousness in her
eyes. "Not now? Trust me, please?"

There was no way he was going to do anything to upset her. Not
today. He smiled, making an effort to push both curiosity and any
lingering worry out of his mind. "Okay," he agreed, and got a
happy, adoring smile in return.
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