Frank smiled warmly at her perception. “I don’t know, we spend enough time trying not to think about sex when we have embarrassing hard cocks. Sometimes they’re difficult to hide.”
“So why was Brian’s cock so tiny when we washed him?”
Frank laughed loudly. “Oh come on. He had just smashed his head on a rock, cut his legs, hurt his shoulder somehow and crapped his pants. Somehow I doubt if he felt very sexy, and you didn’t look that good either. Oh, and he was bleeding from two places on his head.”
“But it was really tiny, I mean really. It was hard to find,” she said, pouting.
“It changes almost all the time, depending on arousal, temperature, thoughts, activity.”
“Really?” asked Leslie, staring happily at his cock as it bobbed up and down.
“Yes. If I ran from here to the top of Blake’s Point and back in under 10 minutes I’d be hot and sweaty, right? My cock would shrivel up and hide. But as I relaxed and cooled down it would get back to normal size.”
“Wow, that’s so weird” She paused, then seemed to gather courage. “So, why don’t you have hair down there?”
“On my balls?” asked Frank, pulling them upwards in his hand.
“Yeah, I think Brian has more than you!”
“I shave them clean.”
“No!”
“Yes, of course. I like them to feel clean. And in the ..”
“No you don’t!” she cried, giggling happily as she fell back on the grass.
“I do! And in the summer it feels so much better than a sweaty lump between my legs. Don’t you talk about these things with your girlfriends?”
Her smile disappeared. “No, they mostly live on campus and I live in the woods miles away.”
“You will probably want to shave your pussy sometime to get it smooth and clean.”
“There are girls in the High School swim team who used do that, I know” She felt between her legs with the palm of her hand. “Oh, that’s sticky,” she said, wiping her hand on her thigh.
“So there you go. Brian probably doesn’t need to do that yet, but I bet he will. He will look just like me.”
Leslie smiled. “Really? How do you know?” she asked, looking down between Frank’s legs to do the mental comparison.
“Don’t you think he’s just about the same size as me? And I’m twice his age.”
“It’s hard to tell.”
“You held his cock for quite a while,” said Frank as his own cock hardened with the conversation.
“I was washing it, that’s all.”
“It’s OK, I thought you were going to put it in your mouth but you kissed it instead.” Frank expected her to deny the suggestion but she simply looked down and grinned. “You’re so lucky about today in a way. Just think of all the things that you have seen and learned so far, that wouldn’t have happened if you had just kept on walking. Or if you hadn’t eaten those berries.”
“I suppose,” she replied, leaning back again on her hands.
“And you’re comfortable sitting around naked with a man.”
“Yeah, that’s weird. I mean, it seems fine to walk around with nothing on.”
“How did it feel to start with?”
She shrugged, gazing down. “I dunno, when I first took my top off I knew that it was filthy, and I didn’t think that it would matter much if you saw my boobs. I mean, they’re pretty tiny, right?”
“No, they are just very pretty” Leslie stared at him in disbelief until she realized that he wasn’t going to make a joke. She looked back down, clearly pleased with the complement. “Then when I fell back in the crap in his underwear I knew that I had to take my panties off and since you were already naked and not embarrassed I thought it would be OK if I kept facing away from you.” She paused, trailing her fingers in the dirt. “I really like the feeling of the air all over me. Then after you had cleaned me I felt so horny that I just wanted you to notice me.”
“From what I remember you cleaned my cock and it was rock hard, so I think I noticed you.”
Leslie smiled happily. “That was fun, like being a mother to you! My heart was beating so loud I thought you might hear it!”
“Anyway, I noticed you, as you put it, when we were pulling Brian up here.”
“My boobs?”
“No, your bum. It’s so delightful. I was getting hard just watching you climb the hill.”
“My bum, really? I always thought it was fat and too big for my legs.”
“You read too many mags, it’s perfect.”
“And that’s another thing. When the wind gets up and blows over my skin, it feels so good. Especially around my pussy, I don’t think it’s ever felt the wind before!”
“Yeah, I think that helps to make me hard too. I love to wander round this place naked, feeling nature on my skin.”
“Hang on, you say you got hard just watching my bum going up the hill?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow, that’s creepy. It seems to be hard most of the time,” said Leslie, brushing dirt off her little feet.
“Like I said, I have no control, it just works on its own. Sometimes I have to think of difficult maths to try and distract attention.”
“What, like calculus and stuff? We’re going to start that in a few weeks.”
“No, nothing too complex, like square roots or something. Like trying to work out the square root of 74.2.”
“8.61,” said Leslie after a couple of seconds of thought.
“The square root of 8.61?”
“No, I mean that’s the answer. Duh. That’s the square root of 74.2,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You’re joking!”
“No, really. I’ve been able to do that for years. It’s about all I can do in Maths.”
“So how do you do it?” he asked, still visibly impressed with her skill.
“I don’t know. I picture the number on a sort of screen in my head and the answer appears from left to right.”
“What about 47.7?”
She closed her eyes. “Ah, that would be 6.9,” she said after a few seconds, beaming at him.
They both laughed at her ability and he sat down next to her. “That is an amazing talent!” he said, caressing her thigh.
She smiled but her happiness quickly turned to disquiet and she looked around the garden. “What?” asked Frank, concerned at her sudden change in demeanor.
“I think my stomach is busy doing something.”
“Lean back a bit and breathe deeply, enjoy the pure countryside and fresh air!” She gave him the teen look of contempt, but did begin to slowly breathe in and out as suggested.
Frank left her sitting on the grass and went back into the cabin, pausing briefly to look in on Brian. He had turned to face away from the door and seemed to be sleeping. Even though he was silent and breathing regularly, Frank still had serious concerns about the boy’s health. He thought that Leslie had treated the fall as a little slip down into the water, whereas it was clear when he arrived on the scene that Brian had sustained some fairly heavy knocks to his head as well as his legs and back. Along with the deep cuts and scratches to his thighs from the blackberry brambles, he was not in great shape. He went into the kitchen and made some lemonade from powder, stared through the window and lusted after the young girl on the grass before bringing out the drinks with Leslie’s phone.
“Here, drink this and try this,” he said, offering her the drink and phone. She put the drink down and auto-dialed.
“Nope, still nothing. No bars at all. Poxy service.”
“Who did you dial?”
“My Mum’s work number.”
He sat down on the grass opposite her. If there were ever questions at least someone could show that she had tried, and he could make the case that it had been his suggestion so they could have got help for Brian.
“I looked in on Brian, he’s asleep again. What’s the time?”
Leslie looked at her phone. “Four twenty th
ree. Do you think he’s OK?”
“I don’t know, I’m not a doctor. Seems like rest and sleep cure most things. He’s not bleeding or throwing up so that’s probably good, right?”
Leslie slid over to him and rested her head on his knees, looking up at him. “Thanks again Frank. I’m sure he’s grateful to you for giving up your bed and your afternoon.” Frank ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek lightly. He could see the tiny peaks of her breasts and the sparse hair between her crossed legs. He marveled at the fact that she had transitioned into a relaxed, naked little girl in the space of only a few hours.
“Is there anyone else you could call, sister, brother or something?”
She looked up and him and seemed to be processing his words along with her own thoughts.
“No, just me and my Mum. But thanks, although I don’t think she’ll be worried.”
“Didn’t you plan to call her when you got to the campsite?”
“No, it’s only a few miles and she has been there herself, she knows it’s safe.”
Frank smiled. “Except on the way anything could happen.”
She shrugged and looked away, nodding. He held his arms out wide.
“Hey.” She turned and happily slid around so he could wrap his arms around her waist. He felt her warmth against his chest and shuffled back with her so he could lean against the wooden bench. Her body relaxed as she shut her eyes against the strong sun, her legs stretched out in front of her and her head resting on his chest. He caressed her hair, feeling its silkiness.
“This is nice out here,” she offered after a few minutes of silence. He nodded, running his fingers along her shoulders. “Just think that I’m lying here in your back yard with nothing on.”
“But for good reason, your clothes are filthy.”
“I know. My mum would have them in the wash by now.”
“No washing machine here. Just the barrel for the rainfall and the river.”
“No electricity, right?”
“Right. Nothing much at all. I have a radio somewhere that runs on batteries.”
“No GameCube then?” she said, giggling.
“Yeah, but I think it’s bust.”
“Really?” she asked hopefully.
“No, not really.”
“Silly! My Mum makes dumb jokes like that. When she’s in a good mood.” She fell silent, pensive. “She works so hard. I never want to have to work as hard as she does.”
He kissed her head, touching the fine blonde hairs around her neck. “One day you may have to. You may have your own family to bring up.”
“She works two jobs, you know. In the day she works at the High School library, and in the evening at a local restaurant. She leaves at seven am and returns after 11pm.”
“That’s hard.”
She nodded slowly, breathing in deeply. “My Dad suddenly left us about a year ago and lives miles away I think.” She shook her head slowly, poking at the ground with a stick. “Haven’t seen him since he left. Sometimes I just wish he would call, just to see how we are.”
Frank wrapped his arms around her a little tighter, protecting her from her thoughts. She talked about Facebook, TV, how many friends she had once had on MySpace, the weird guy who stalked her, or maybe it was a friend of hers playing a trick. Frank nodded occasionally, his interest level dwindling as she continued. Her neck was inviting, the fine short strands at her hairline curling up towards the top of her head. He watched with glee as she leaned to her left and gave him a glimpse of her little nipple. Her legs were surprisingly brown and tanned as much as the rest of her body except for her bikini lines which suggested she had at least two different swim suits. She mentioned several boy bands that he had never heard of but when he asked she didn’t understand what made them great in her mind. The stick broke in her fingers and she turned slightly to lay on her back with her head resting on his thighs. He made eye contact with her, assuring her with his fingers and by nodding that he was listening. She closed her eyes and his attention shifted immediately to her pussy. Tight, not aroused, lightly haired but not over the lips at all, young and exposed. His cock lurched underneath her head and he tried to think of the expense of the repairs he needed to do to his car. Not a crow in sight.
“I don’t have any brothers or sisters, which I suppose is good for Mum and me since we aren’t exactly rich. Brian is my only cousin and he lives in Kansas.”
“So how did he get here?”
“Greyhound. Yesterday.”
“Oh,” he said, wondering if she could feel his swelling cock. Her breasts looked wonderful as she lay there, oblivious to his gaze as she scratched an itch near her hips. “Can’t you get a job for the summer, or weekends?”
“I did some cleaning, but that’s all. They want older people but I made about fifty dollars in a week.
“Oh well that helped your Mum then.”
“I spent it all.”
“Oh, anything useful?”
“Underwear. For today. To impress Brian.”
He certainly hadn’t expected that and paused while trying to decide if he should tell her how wrong that was, but decided against it. He caressed her face, running his fingers under her jaw line and along the bridge of her nose. He was greeted with a faint smile.
“Tickles!”
“So when does school start again?” he asked. She bent her right leg and let it flop slightly to the right without a care in the world. Opening her eyes she looked up at him, squinting in the strong light.
“About ten days I think, and I have to do a summer project before then.”
“What’s it about?”
“You have to choose a President and say what went well and what didn’t.”
“Who will you choose?”
“I dunno. It doesn’t matter anyway. All you have to do is hold it up during the first lesson and you get an ‘A’,” she said. She laughed a little and stopped as she felt her stomach. “I’ll just Google something and copy it into a Word doc, add a picture or two.”
Her right leg flopped once again and Frank noted that the lips of her pussy were now parted very slightly. He ran his fingers along her collar bone, watching intently the route her fingers took as she touched her body in random lines.
“So once you got lover-boy into the long grass, what were you going to do?”
She shrugged, noticeably irritated by his description of her cousin. “I dunno. Maybe, like, kiss and stuff.”
“But you wouldn’t say something like ‘I want to jump you’ would you?” he said, massaging her shoulders gently. She was about to speak but stopped and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his hands. His cock swelled into her blonde hair as she absently brushed her left hand over her breast.
“No, course not. I dunno, I would have thought of something.”
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