Bob Wallace
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CHAPTER ONE
Christine opened her eyes, blinked for a moment, suddenly remembering where she was. She still wasn't used to being at her father's place. She slipped out of her bed.
She quickly took off the girlish pajamas her father had brought for her regular summer visit and dropped them on the floor. She felt like a baby in them and whished she could sleep in the raw like she did at home. Her mother didn't mind; she slept in the nude, too.
She glanced at her long naked body. Tall for her age, the hint of the woman in her showed itself in the newly flared curve of her hips, the shaping of her long limbs. Gawky poles had turned into curvaceous legs that most woman would have given their eyeteeth to have.
Her fingers combing through her mane of blonde hair, she stared, through innocent eyes, at her blossoming figure. Her hands slipped out of her hair; it was tousled and thick, resting on her smooth slender shoulders, framing her creamy angelic face.
"You should see me now, Kenny Wilson," Christine moaned, pouting, "Your ol' cock would be sticking out a mile." Her cheeks blushed red; the erotic image turned her insides to mush. "Oohhh, Goddamn."
She squeezed her soft budding tits together, creating an illusion of voluptuousness. She squeezed the pulpy tit meat and looked again. Her gaze flowed down her slender body to the golden patch of cunt hair between her legs. She was proud of her muff as she stroked her nimble fingers through it lightly.
It had taken her longer than the other girls to mature enough to have cunt hair, with both of her parents blonde and light-complected. She cherished every strand of golden hair and hoped to have a thick growth by the time summer was over.
A quick spinning pirouette brought her to the dresser, where last night she had carelessly tossed her jeans. After slipping on a pair of bikini panties, Christine pulled her tight-fitting faded jeans up her slender legs and snapped them at the hip. She pulled up the zipper, glancing in the mirror at her small tits, not yet covered. She jutted them out, noticing the swell of the sweet tender tit mounds and round maturing nipples. She shivered with passion. She found her sexual desires growing more each day.
She grabbed a plaid shirt and slipped it on, tucking it in her jeans. She went to the window and surveyed the backyard, fields, and woods. It was a lot different than New York City, where she lived with her mother.
She liked it in the country and wished her parents would make up and get back together again. Visiting her father in the country during holiday vacations from school wasn't enough. She wanted to live in the county all the time, be with her father and mother at the same time – not be thrown back and forth like a volleyball.