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   The following is entirely a work of fiction.  It was written purposely
for the entertainment of adult readers.  This type of fiction should never
be read by minors.  Readers of this type of fiction should never try to
copy the actions within, lest they look forward to a very long jail
sentence, followed by a life of forced poverty.



   This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a young teen
female and a grown man.  If this type of behavior offends you, read no
further.  If this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop
now and go away.



   Summary: A thirteen year old girl with a middle aged lover finds her
life turned inside out when her mom is busted and Jasmine is sent to a
foster home.  Craving a real man, Jasmine seeks out a replacement for her
middle aged lover.





   November 22, 1993



   Joe's stomach churned as his lawyer pushed the divorce agreement in
front of him.  He looked across the table at Sara, who would be his ex-wife
in a matter of minutes.  The past eleven months had been so acrimonious. 
Just a couple of years before he had pledged his undying love towards her,
but she had gone from loving him to hating him for loving her.  Joe took a
last look at her, her eyes were shooting daggers at him.  He signed the
agreement and slid the agreement back to his lawyer.



   In a matter of minutes the agreement was finalized.  Joe picked up his
copy and walked out to his car.  He started up the car and put it in gear.
He drove to a nearby bar where he drowned his sorrows and tried to forget
the one love in his life that had gone so wrong.



   May 6, 2007



   Jasmine Strong was jolted from the bliss of slumber by her much older
lover.  The twelve year old shoook the fuzziness from her head and
asked:"What's wrong?"



   He pointed out the window and said:"Look".



   Jasmine peeked from the small corner he had exposed by pulling the
curtain up.  She saw half a dozen Police cars in front of her house.  She
felt a cold chill run through her body.  She had known that this day would
come, her mother had been involved with a drug dealer for the past year.



   Whispering, like she could be heard outside, she asked:"What should I
do?"



   "I don't know" he answered.



   Jasmine sat up on the edge of the bed.  Conflicting emotions ran through
her body.  On the one hand, she could stay with forty two year old Phillip,
who had been her lover for the past year.  She could finally be alone with
him, not that her mother had paid much attention to her recently.  Phillip
had been a surrogate father to her, and the only real parental figure in
her life recently.



   Phillip had been real gentle, schooling her in the ways of love.  He
hadn't forced himself on her, stopping when she asked and making sure she
was comfortable the entire time.  Jasmine didn't just love him, she
considered him her soulmate.  She would lay down her life for him, but then
she considered that her mother would eventually tell the Police that she
had a daughter, and the Police would come looking.  She knew that if she
got caught with Phillip, that he would be locked up for a long time.  She
loved him too much to let that happen to him.  She eased off the bed and
started to gather her clothing.



   "What are you doing?" Phillip asked.



   "I have to get dressed.  My mom might tell the cops to look here.  We
can't be caught together."



   "Oh" he replied.



   Jasmine got dressed in the semi darkness.  When she finished, she turned
to Phillip, who was still in bed.  She walked over and kissed him.



   "I love you so much" she told him.



   "I love you too pumkin."



   They shared another kiss, this one a long one.  Finally, she broke the
kiss and said:"I'm going to sneak out the back."



   "Be careful."



   "I will."



   She walked to the doorway.  "I love you" she repeated.



   Phillip blew a kiss at her.  For a brief second, she sobbed, then fought
for control.  She steeled her nerves and slipped quietly out the door.  She
walked in an angle away from the house, then turned twice more to make it
appear she was coming from a different direction, rounding the corner
towards her house.  She noticed a pair of Police look in her direction as
she walked towards her house.  A cold shiver went through her.  She
swallowed hard, then thought what she would do next.  As she neared her
house, she asked:"What's going on?"



   "Can we help you?" a male Police Officer asked.



   "It's my house" she answered, pointing at her house.



   "Come with me" he said, leading her towards the house.



   He took her inside the house.  Her mother and boyfriend were sitting on
the floor, handcuffed.  Her mother looked in her direction, "My baby" she
called out.



   "Is this your daughter?" a large black clad SWAT Officer asked.



   ""Yes" she answered.



   "Take her outside, put her in your unit, call C.P.S." he ordered the
Police Officer.



   Jasmine was taken outside and placed in a Police car.  It would be a
long day for her, being put into the foster family program.  She went
through several interviews that drained her.  She wished Phillip could be
with her, and it just made her more lonely.  It was evening when she was
finally taken to a house.



   Her new foster family was made up of a father, mother, and two children
her age who looked at her with piercing eyes.  "We just made dinner" the
woman said, "can I offer you some ham and yams?"



   "I 'm really tired" Jasmine answered, "I just want to lay down.  Is
there someplace I can sleep?"



   "Sure" the woman answered, "I have your room ready, follow me."



   Jasmine followed her to a nice room with what looked like a comfy bed.
The woman spoke while she turned down the bed, but Jasmine didn't hear a
word she said.  She waited for the woman to finish with the bed and leave
the room before she moved again.  She laid on the bed, curled into a ball,
and cried herself to sleep.



   June 6, 2007



   For the first time in over a month, Jasmine was excited about going to
school.  It was the last day of school before summer break.  Her teachers
had gone easy on her because she was in a new district, transferring in
just weeks before finals.  Most gave her book reports, it was only the math
teacher that pushed her.  Best of all was that her new family had backed
off on watching her.



   Jasmine had found a schoolmate with a cellphone, who wouldn't tattle on
her for borrowing it.  Today was her thirteenth birthday, and she wanted,
needed, to talk to Phillip.  She hadn't shared with her new family about
the significance of the day, for fear that it might tip them off about her
plans.  She had a secret wish that Phillip would come and visit her, but
just hearing his voice would be a giant treat.



   During third period, the teacher had given the students free reign to
talk on their cellphones, text, or talk amongst themselves.  Jasmine
borrowed the phone, sought out a quiet corner and dialed Phillip's number.
She knew that he would be home as he worked a late shift on this day of the
week.  He picked up on third ring:



   "Hello?"

   "Hi Phillip."

   "Hey Jas, happy birthday."

   Jasmine got choked up, he had remembered.  "I love you" she squeaked
out.

   "I love you too.  How are you doing?"

   "My new family isn't dreadful.  They're boring.  I wish I could see
you."



   There was a pregnant pause.  "Pumkin", Phillip began, "the neighbors
here told the cops that you were at my place often.  They came here,
several times, and asked a lot of questions.  I told them that your mom let
you come over to watch T.V.  and that we were only friends, nothing more.
Pumkin, I love you, but I can't go to jail.  I don't know if they're
tapping my phone."



   He paused a few seconds, then continued:"Jas, please don't call me
anymore.  Take care of yourself, o.k.?"



   Jasmine started crying.  She didn't hear him hang up.  Jasmine walked
over to the girl she had borrowed the phone from.  She handed her the phone
and ran from the room.  She stopped at a couple of spots in the hallway
before making it to the bathroom, crying the whole time.  She cried so long
and hard that the only thing that signaled time was the bell that signaled
the next class.



   Jasmine gathered herself and washed her face in the sink.  She briefly
considered ratting out Phillip to punish him for hurting her feelings, but
she knew that that would just complicate her life further.  Her social
worker had made an appointment to see her in three days, saying only that
she might've made permanent arrangements for her.  Jasmine swallowed and
exited the bathroom.  Her foster sister caught her on the way out.



   "You okay Jasmine?  They said you were crying."



   "I'm fine now."



   "What happened?"



   "Nothing.  I just miss my family, that's all."



   Her foster sister put her arm around her shoulders.  Jasmine resisted
for a second, but relented, leaning into her foster sister.



   June 9, 2007



   Jasmine almost jumped out of her skin when the knock came on the door.
The foster mother answered the door letting the social worker in.  The
social worker came in, looked and saw Jasmine.



   "Hi Jasmine" she said, "happy belated birthday."



   "It was your birthday?" the foster sister asked, "why didn't you tell
us?"



   Jasmine shrugged her shoulders.



   "Can I?" the social worker asked, pointing towards where Jasmine sat.



   "Sure" the foster mother answered.



   The social worker sat so that she was across from Jasmine.  She took
Jasmine's hands in her own.  Jasmine looked at the woman with extreme
curiousity.  Finally, the social worker began:"We talked to your mom, then
we looked, we found your father.  He actually didn't know that you existed.
He's willing to take you."



   The room was silent and the social worker looked around the room for
reactions.  Seeing no opposition, she continued: "He's never been a father
before.  He's preparing a place for you.  He's agreed to take some classes.
If everything goes as expected, we can move you in two months.  How do you
feel about that?"



   Jasmine shrugged her shoulders.



   "Is he local?  Will we be able to visit Jasmine?" the foster mother
asked.



   "No, he's in Texas."



   "Texas?" Jasmine asked with surprise as she broke contact with the woman
and retreated towards the hallway.  Jasmine stopped and shot the woman a
look before continuing on towards her room.



   "She's been through a lot", her foster mother said.  "She was very
attached to her former life."



   "So, I see."



   "Don't take it personally.  Give her time."



   August 22, 2007



   Jasmine's ears popped as the plane descended.  Her foster mother sat
next to her, holding her hand.  She could sense the excitement and fear in
the young teen.  It was Jasmine's first time in an airplane.  In a matter
of minutes, she would be talking to her father, face to face, for the first
time.  She had talked to him a couple of times on the phone, and she had
exchanged several emails with him.



   Harold was a supervisor in a warehouse.  Jasmine learned through phone
calls, that he was single and forty nine years old.  Phillip was forty two,
so, this wasn't going to be that much of an adjustment, although she wasn't
planning to have the same kind of relationship with her dad as she had with
Phillip.



   The plane jumped a bit as it tasted the runway.  The jolt spooked
Jasmine, who gasped.  The back thrusters deployed, slowing the plane and
giving off a muted roar.  When the plane slowed to twenty miles per hour,
Jasmine relaxed.  Minutes later the plane pulled into the gate.  Ten
minutes later, Jasmine and her foster mother were at baggage claim.  Harold
caught their eye, holding up a sign with Jasmine's name on it.  The two
females walked over.  "Harold?" the foster mother asked.



   "Hi" Harold replied, extending a hand.



   "I'm JoAnn."



   The two adults shook hands.  Harold's gaze shifted to Jasmine.  "You
must be Jasmine."



   Jasmine wasn't sure if she should shake his hand or hug him.  Her body
language shifted several times and he ended up plutting a hand on her
shoulder.  Awkward smiles were exchanged.



   "We're glad you're here.  We'll need some help with her bags" JoAnn
volunteered.



   "Yeah" Jasmine chuckled.



   It took the two adults and one teen to cart out the five suitcases and
one overnight bag.  The luggage fit into the trunk of Harold's mid size
car. Harold then took the two females out to an early lunch.  The two
females were caught by surprise by the oppressive heat and humidity of the
Texas summer.



   "Ugh" Jasmine commented, "how do you deal with it?"



   "You get used to it" Harold replied.



   After lunch, the trio went to Harold's house.  That Harold lived in a
nice neighborhood impressed the females.  The house actually sat on an acre
and a half.  There was a large garage, with a workshop, attached to the
house.  A large recreation room was just off the garage.  The kitchen, just
off the rec room, was spacious and well designed.  Jasmine's room impressed
the females, not because of it's size, but because it had a well designed
walk in closet.



   Harold left the two females in Jasmine's room.  He went out to the
workshop where he was restoring a 1955 Seagrave pumper truck.  He soon got
so lost in his work that he didn't notice the two females calling to him
just ten feet away.  Like waking from a deep sleep, he shook off from the
work he was in-sanding down a fifty three year old wooden ladder.



   "Hey" he said, looking up from his work.



   "What are you doing?" Jasmine asked.



   With great pride, he showed the females the truck, explaining how the
truck had been retrieved from a junkyard and what he was doing to restore
it to it's former glory, explaining how important it was to keep history
from just fading away, then it dawned on him that they had come to the
workshop for a reason.



   "Did you need something?" he asked.



   "We were going to cook dinner" Jasmine answered, we wondered if you
wanted something in particular."



   "Oh" he replied, "well, there's steaks and stuff in the freezer.  Do
what you like."



   The two females returned to the kitchen where they prepared dinner.



   ___________________________________________________________



   The next morning, Harold and Jasmine saw JoAnn off at the airport. 
Jasmine became emotional while giving JoAnn a final hug.  "I'm so sorry I
was a bitch" Jasmine said.



   "You weren't...that.  You're going to do fine.  Harold is a good man. 
Don't forget to write" JoAnn replied.



   "I love you" an emotional Jasmine squeaked out.



   "I'll always love you" JoAnn told her.



   Jasmine gave her a final squeeze, then released her.  JoAnn waved
goodbye, then went into the terminal.  Harold ushered a tearful Jasmine
back into the car.



   The rest of the morning, and part of the afternoon were spent
registering Jasmine for school.  A trip to Walmart was made soon after to
get school supplies.



   ____________________________________________________________



   Jasmine and Harold eased into a routine.  School started days after
Jasmine arrived.  Harold lived in a good school district.  With Jasmine
being "fresh meat", boys noticed the pretty brunette.  Jasmine hadn't been
courted by boys before, only one man.  She found their approaches clumsy,
but similar to that of a man.



   It had been months since Jasmine had sex.  She had pleasured herself
when she alone in bed, but the entire Phillip episode had taught her to be
careful.  She found several male teachers to be enticing, but they didn't
give Jasmine the look over that Phillip had.  Jasmine was missing the
feeling that a man gave her, but she would soon find it.



   September 9, 2007



   It is the smile.  It is the smile that a pedophile gives a child that
tells the child that they matter.  It is the look in the eyes that tells
the child that there is a person who is very interested in them.  A parent
gets tired of that "Mommy look at me" expression and they lose interest in
the child because they tire of the never ending attention that a child
needs.  A pedophile gives the child that attention.  A pedophile learns to
exploit that need for their own emotional or sexual needs.  Joe had given
Jasmine that smile, just like Phillip had.



   Joe had visited Harold a couple of times.  Joe was the same age as
Harold.  He was short and heavy, but very smart, and dedicated to the same
interests as Harold.  Like Harold, he was a bachelor.  Joe had invited
Harold and Jasmine over for dinner and Jasmine was very much looking
forward to the experience.



   During the dinner, Jasmine excused herself to go to the bathroom and
slipped out of the kitchen.  The bathroom was at the end of the hall, but
Joe's bedroom was right next to the bathroom.  Jasmine slipped in and it
only took her seconds to find what she was looking for.On the nightstand,
next to the bed was books with authors named David Hamilton and Jock
Sturges.  Joe had a TV in his bedroom and next to the TV was DVD's. 
European titles on the DVD's included Bilitis, St.  Tropez, Maladoloscenza,
and Little Lips.  Jasmine almost exploded with enthusiasm.  She found Joe's
home phone and dialed the cellphone Harold had given her.  Once Joe's home
number was recorded, she slipped into the bathroom and made sure she let
the men know she was using the bathroom.



   When Jasmine got home, she locked her bedroom door and stripped her
clothes off.  She stood in front of her full length mirror and took stock
of herself.  She now stood five two, with short brown hair.  Her breasts
were still small, between an A and B cup, topped with tan colored nipples.
There was a slight trace of pubic hair between her legs.  She wondered if
Joe preferred girls bald, or like she was.  She briefly considered shaving,
but decided to wait on how Joe responded to her.



   The next day, when Jasmine got home from school, she called Joe.  Joe
was surprised to hear from her.  Jasmine anticipated that and told him she
was just thanking him for dinner.  After he responded to her thank you, she
told him that she was alone for an hour after school and wondered if it
would be okay if she visited him after school sometime soon.  Joe was
caught by surprise by her request, then she surprised him again: "Joe,
could we keep this just between us?  I know my dad is your friend.  I don't
want to cause any trouble, but I'd like to keep our friendship just between
us.  Is that okay?"



   Joe paused a few seconds.  "Okay" he agreed.



   "I'll call you in a couple of days" she said before hanging up.



   September 12, 2007



   The car slowed to a stop a block away from where Joe lived.  Joe's house
was five miles from where she lived.  Jasmine had asked around school and
found someone that lived close to Joe.  She had talked them into dropping
her off at a park a block from Joe's house.  Being dropped a block from
Joe's house also left her cover.  In case someone asked them, they would
only be able to answer that they dropped her at the park.



   Jasmine quickly made her way to Joe's house.  She stopped outside to
check her appearance before she stepped up to the door and rang his
doorbell.  A moment later he opened the door and let her in.



   "It's hot outside" she observed, "mind if I change into something
cooler?"



   "No, go ahead."



   Jasmine went into his bathroom.  A couple of minutes later she emerged,
wearing only a cut off T shirt and panties.  Joe was sitting on his couch
and he didn't see her until she dropped her backpack and plopped down next
to him.  Needless to say, it caught him by surprise.



   "You always wear that at home?" he asked.



   "Sometimes" she lied, "it's just that Texas is a lot hotter than
Washington.  I don't know how you Texans deal with it."



   "Ah, you get used to it."



   "I've heard that before.  Joe, can I ask something personal?"



   "I guess."



   "Do you have a girlfriend?"



   "Not really, no.  Why do you ask?"



   He looked into her eyes and saw the answer.  Joe stood up as he realized
that a thirteen year old girl was coming on to him.  His mind reeled with a
myriad of problems, chief among them that he'd go to prison.  Jasmine
stayed on the couch.



   "Joe, I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise."



   "Jasmine...."



   "Joe, before I came to Texas, I had a boyfriend your age.  I didn't tell
anyone about him, until now."



   She eased the front of her shirt up to expose her breasts.



   Joe found himself facing the biggest quandry of his life.  On the one
hand he had dreamed of an opportunity like this most of his life.  On the
other hand, he was taking a huge risk.  He stood there unsure of what to do
next.  Jasmine took the initiative, standing and taking Joe by the hand.



   She led him into his bedroom.  Stopping next to the bed, she then
unbuttoned his shirt.  After letting it fall to the floor, she ran her
hands over his chest.  Sliding her hands further, she found his belt buckle
and opened it.  She then opened his pants and let them fall to the floor.
Sinking to her knees, she placed her fingers gently in the waistband of his
briefs and slid them to his ankles.



   Joe's dick was already semi erect.  She rubbed her face gently against
his dick.  He grew to full mast and began to ooze pre cum.  Jasmine then
licked along the underside of his dick.  After about a minute she stopped
and stood.



   "Lay down" she whispered.



   As he laid on the bed and adjusted himself, she took her shirt off and
let it drop to the floor.  Then, she slid her panties off.



   She looked at Joe and smiled.  "Do you have any condoms ?" she asked, "
I'm not on the pill."



   Joe rolled over and opened a drawer on his nightstand.  Jasmine again
took the initiative, rummaging through the drawer and finding a condom to
her liking, as Joe had several different types.  She opened the package and
extracted the condom.  She climbed on the bed and straddled his legs. 
Grasping his dick, she worked the condom down on his dick.



   With his dick fully sheathed, she moved up and mounted him.  Holding his
dick, she lowered herself onto him.Sensations of pleasure shot through her
body.  It had been months since anything felt so good and she couldn't help
but let out a giggle that turned into a sigh of pleasure.  She reached out,
taking his hands, placing them on her breasts while she worked his dick
with her hips.



   They went like this for several minutes before he rolled her onto her
back.  Still inserted, he leaned forward and began kissing her while
caressing her ears and neck.  Jasmine reached up and caressed his shoulder
blades.  Jasmine felt her orgasm rising.



   "Faster, faster" she grunted.



   He complied, increasing his strokes.



   "I'm cummmming" she hissed before she let go with a couple of shrieks,
then she pleaded, "wait, stop, stop."



   The waves of pleasure, at first exploded, then subsided as they shot
through her head and body.  After about thirty seconds the waves subsided
that she could resume.  "Keep going baby."



   Joe resumed fucking her.  The lovemaking became intense between the
pair. Jasmine was grunting and digging her heels into his butt.  Joe's
strokes became faster.  Orgasms were building in both and his hit about a
second before hers.



   He remained on top of her until his breathing slowed.  He rolled off of
her.



   "That was great" he said.



   "Yeah" Jasmine agreed before she curled up next to him.She placed her
left hand on his chest, playing with his chest hair and caressing a center
strip of his abdomen.



   "You've done this before?" he asked.



   "Did you like it?"



   "Yeah, but your dad..."



   "Don't tell him, let's take this one step at a time."



   "So, what are you going to do next?"



   "Take your rubber off and put on a new one.  I don't have to be home
till six."



   He looked over at her and kissed her.



   The End, or is it?  (let me know)









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