Chapter 3

I returned to my own trailer. I turned on the TV, but it was only background noise as a million thoughts went through my head. Were my motives as pure as I thought them to be, or did I harbor some hidden desire. I finally convinced myself that I hadn't embarked on a premeditated scheme to entrap this dear little princess. Finally I undressed and got into bed. In the dark I listened to the distant thunder, the occasional lightning flash casting patterns on the walls.

I don't know if it was the close thunderclap or the cellphone's ringing, but I woke up with a start. The light from the display of my ringing phone caught my eye and I reached for it. It could have been nothing good at this time of night as I fumbled, thinking family emergency, work, whatever, until I got the display to my eyes and saw the letters: CINDY.

I answered. "Yes, baby?"

"Mr. Dan. The wind's blowing hard an' this trailer's not tied down. It's rockin' an' I'm scared."

That was a legitimate fright. Travel trailers are very much susceptible to the winds from storms. I paid extra to get mine tied down against such troubles, knowing I was going to be here for several months. I guess Donna never thought of that or spent the money. Since it was Cindy's safety at stake now, I'd see that was rectified tomorrow. But right now, I had a scared Cindy to deal with.

"Okay, baby. I'll be down there in the truck in a minute. Watch for me at the door. And bring some clothes, okay?" I had no idea what Cindy slept in. Or if she'd need to get dressed in the morning. Or whatever. I pulled on a pair of jeans and stuck my bare feet into shoes and drove across the park to Cindy's trailer.

I pulled in, getting as close to her door as possible, even though it wasn't raining. Yet. I hadn't stopped before the trailer door opened and Cindy flew out, slamming it behind her. She had a shopping bag in her hand as she pulled the truck door open and jumped in. She slammed the truck door behind her, that sound competing with another thunderclap. The short drive back across the park was flash-illuminated by lightning. Cindy's face, illuminated by the strobing, was seriously frightened. I pulled alongside my own trailer, exited the truck and ran around to open Cindy's door. She almost leaped from the truck to the step of my trailer and I followed her through the open door, fastening it securely behind us.

Inside the trailer, in the single light I left on as I'd hurriedly left only minutes before, I got my first real look at my frightened Cindy. The hair, slightly tousled, face, definitely frightened. Dressed in a nightshirt that made it all the way down to just below the cheeks of her ass. Okay. Not an insurmountable problem.

But I did have an insurmountable problem. You remember when I said I was an engineer? Yeah? Well, we engineers tend to want design optimization, as in, "this travel trailer is my home and it should fit ME!" As in "one bed". MY bed. Gave me a bit more space to make long-term stays in the trailer a bit more pleasant.

Okay. Not insurmountable. There WAS the sofa. I opened a storage cabinet and hauled out a sleeping bag and started unrolling it.

"T-t-thanks, Mr. Dan," she said. "I was REALLY scared. Mom's trailer was rockin' in the wind."

"I know, baby," I said. "It'll be okay now. Here's a sleeping bag. I'll get you a pillow and you'll be okay. You want something to drink?"

"No," she said. "Just the bathroom."

I pointed. "You know how those work..." I waited for her to get out, then I went in myself. And drew a breath. That perfume I'd smelled earlier in the evening. It was there. I finished peeing and flushed. I zipped up and opened the door.

"Heard you pee," said Cindy.

"That's the trouble with these things. You hear EVERYTHING!" I said.

Cindy said, "You think hearing somebody use the bathroom is bad, try ignoring your mom doin' it with her boyfriend at the other end of the trailer an' both of them are drunk an' all you have is that stupid curtain between you an' them."

"Ugh!"

"Yeah."

"Bed time?"

"Okay. I guess." She slid herself into the sleeping bag. Yes, it was late summer, but I kept a healthy air conditioner going. I liked sleeping in the cool air.

She nestled her head into the pillow. I guess I probably shouldn't have, but who can resist giving a girl a good night kiss. I bent over and kissed her on her cheek and whispered, "Good night, sweetness..."

I crawled into my own bed after shedding the jeans. Sleeping clothes for me was t-shirt and drawers. I didn't OWN a pair of pajamas. No, I never expected to share the space with a thirteen year old girl. But I was in bed. With the blankets pulled up to my chin. And the strobing of the storm approaching was accompanied by thunderclaps following in rapid succession. It was getting close. I snuggled into my pillow and prepared to sleep.

FLASH-CRASH-BOOOOOOM! The storm was here! I could hear the winds fighting the flat sides of the trailer but I worried not at all.

Then "Daaannnnnnn!!!!!!" and a bounce and there was a thirteen year old girl plastered against me. "Hold me! I'm scared!"

I had no doubt that she was scared. Shaking. I held her. Of course, she was OUTSIDE the covers and I was UNDER them. So it was chaste. At least in my mind.

"C-c-can I get under the covers? I'm cold..." And it was not time to refuse. And she was trembling scared, so sliding away from the greatest temptation I'd ever faced, that option was off the table. And that "sliding under the covers" part? Cindy slid down. Her nightshirt didn't do as well. Her shoulders were covered. And that's the package I wrapped in my arms. Her head was just under my chin and she turned to put her cheek against my chest. Tendrils of subtle perfume tickled my nostrils. Whatever Cindy's mom might be, she'd chosen perfumes wisely.

"Better?" I asked.

Cindy wiggled into me. "Mmmm-hmmmm. I feel so safe, Dan."

No "Mr. Dan"?

Her leg pushed between mine. "I'm just tryin' to get closer. I'm scared. And cold."

Okay. I was scared too, but it had nothing to do with the propensity of tornadoes to run through trailer parks. No, mine was more of "we, the jury, find the defendant guilty..."

And there was another wiggle. And Cindy's face turned toward mine. A lightning flash illuminated her for a brief moment showing me those beautiful eyes and lips slightly parted. I don't know why I bent my face closer, but I did, licking my lips for moisture. And her face moved upward. That kiss that had caused me such angst earlier? What happened now made that a mere schoolyard peck. Scared little girl's hands pulled me toward her and she insinuated herself fully against me. Her lips were moist, soft and hot and they parted beneath mine to let out a tongue.

Here's another one of those points where I might have had a chance to defuse the situation. I COULD have kept my lips closed. But that tongue touched my lips and they parted. My own tongue had a mind of its own as it met hers.

Our mouths were melded together, tongues exploring. A tiny moan escaped her. The kiss finally ended.

Cindy spoke first. "Dan, I wanted this. You gotta know that. I wanted this. I never kissed a guy before. I wanted to kiss you."

"You've never kissed anybody before. And you kiss like that?"

"Dan, I told you I heard stuff going on. They talk. I couldn't help but listen. I heard about kissing and tongues. Did I do it right? It felt good. Did I do it right?"

I didn't say anything. I answered her with a kiss.

"Mmmmmm" escaped around our joined lips. We broke. A purr. "I did it right..." More kisses. Her body was pressing against mine in ways that were at once knowing and innocent.

I know she had to feel my dick. I was as hard as I've ever been in my life. I'm no giant in that regard. Six inches. But it was in champion form tonight. I hadn't had a woman in, well, I just didn't remember. And now, pressed against me, was perhaps the most perfect young girl on the planet.

"Baby," I said, "you know what you're causing in me?"

"Uh, kinda..." she whispered. "I mean, I've never done ANY of this. All I know is what I heard. Is that your ... uh, your dick?"

"Yes, baby, it is." I took a deep breath. Somebody had to take a deep breath here. This was already way past redemption, but I did have some shreds of scruples left. "Cindy, listen to me."

"Yes, Dan."

"Cindy, you're the single most beautiful woman I have ever kissed in my entire life. But you're thirteen. And we need to stop before we go any further. Really."

"B-but Dan ... s'pose I don't want to stop..."

"Oh god, Cindy. I'm whatever you want, sweetness."

"Dan? Whatever I want?"

"Yes, Cindy..."

"Dan, I want you to be my first. My Dan..."

"Oh, Cindy..."

"I do." She pushed me over on my back. Her hand went down my stomach and her fingers slid under the waistband of my drawers, instantly finding the head of my erection. "I want to learn all about this and I want to learn all about me and I want to learn all about us, Dan."

"B-b-but the storm, Cindy..."

She kissed me softly. "When you kissed me, Dan, that was more than ANY storm could ever do." She reached and turned on a light. I want you to see me an' I wanna see you, Dan." She tossed the covers off us and knelt beside me in the bed, then with two hands peeled her nightshirt over her head. She gazed directly at my appreciative eyes as she then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of those powder-blue cotton panties. She stood on the bed, bent over to avoid the low ceiling, and dropped her panties to her feet, then stepped out of them.

I gazed at her completely nude body. Her breasts were young girl's breasts. There was room for growth, but wow, what was there just now, swelling to an "A" cup, quarter-sized areoles, nipples like little pencil erasers, just as pink, just as rigid. A pubic mount deliciously rounded and decorated with a light sprinkling of fine red hair. The top of her sexual slit was visible, leading to the crease that disappeared between her legs. And those green eyes and that face, framed by only slightly disarrayed red hair.