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She Could Have Been My Daughter
by Ball Four (ballfour45@excite.com)

***

A man and a teenage girl discover inter-generational 
romance. (M/f-teen, ped, rom, preg)

***

Author note: If you are under 18, please do not read any 
further. Delete this message or click on that handy 
"Back" button on your browser. 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. 

***

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 
nearby. 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 learned 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 them 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 
every day 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-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 other's 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 other's 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 other's 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 
found mine again. 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 other's 
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 massaged 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 
thrust 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 thrust 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 lubrication 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 asked as I slid slowly. 

"Yeah, it feels okay," 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. 

"Mmmm," 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 thrust 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 thrust 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 
thrust 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 occasional 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 everyone 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 thrust 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, then 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. You hurt me a 
lot." 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said. 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 affect 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 thrust 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, Nicole 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 no 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 beaten 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 be 
carrying 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 a 
reasonable amount. 

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-Eleven. 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 ball cap. 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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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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