Fenced
Copyright© 2023 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 13: Cindy
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 13: Cindy - Longtime friends Barry and Larry are on the back porch after (high) school with their laptops. Is that homework on their screens? The hot young widow next door sees repetitive motions through their fence's knot hole, and videos them. Maybe she can offer something non-electronic for their laps, hmm? When she's done, those 2 guys and their 2 girlfriends have poked through their first fence line to adulthood and found love.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime School Sharing Incest Mother Son Cousins Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Facial Petting Nudism
It was now the second week of November. Larry had caught up with his schoolwork after his temporary withdrawal from Morehead High School. On this morning, Barry was walking to school on his own, because Larry was going to a medical appointment.
He turned the final corner on his route and discovered Cindy, a 12 year old middle school student, sprawled on the sidewalk. She was crying and bleeding from a gash on her leg; she had apparently tripped and fallen into a ragged steel fence.
“Oh, I see you’re hurt, can I help? My name is Barry Milton, what’s yours?”
“Cindy, Cindy Lopez. I was going to school and I fell—my leg!”
Another girl came rushing up. Barry recognized Diane, a member of his high school class.
“Cindy, I’m Diane Moore, you were going to Emerson?”
(Emerson Middle School was located inside the same school district property as Morehead High, their front doors were a few hundred steps apart from each other.)
“Tell you what, Cindy. I’m going to carry you the rest of the way to Emerson, it’s not that far, so they can take care of you in the office. Diane, would you bring her bag with us please?”
“Carry me?”
“Sure, piggyback. Promise you won’t laugh at me. Diane, not you, either.”
He smiled at Cindy and waggled his finger at Diane, playfully.
“Get on my back, put your arm over my shoulder, the other through my armpit, and grab your hands together so your arms make a circle. I’ve got your legs, that’s right, here we go.”
Barry rose up to a standing position and began striding towards the door of Emerson School with Diane trailing behind them.
“Cindy, did somebody push you into that fence?”
“No, I just tripped, the sidewalk there is all broken and uneven.”
“I see. I guess we need to sue the city, then. What’s the name of your lawyer?”
“My lawyer? I don’t have a lawyer!”
“You don’t? Why not?” asked Barry.
In her best “how can you be so silly” voice, Cindy said, “Because I’m 12, Barry.”
“Oh. When I was 12, my mom said I should be a lawyer. Do you know why? Because, she said, I argued over everything!”
“You know, Cindy, since the sidewalks here are so bad, I think you should start driving to school instead. That might be safer.”
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