warning : the following story contains underage and preteen sex and is completely fantasise. if you dislike or disagree with underage sex, then do n't read the taradiddle. name calling have been changed for privacy ground. This is a work of fiction for adult only. The quality and their military action are fiction and none of this has ever happened. Any places mentioned, had zilch to do with this level nor do they endorse anything name herein, or have any knowledge of their being mentioned in the tarradiddle. The author does not condone or endorse any illegal activeness written of in the story. This just a storey, do not do this at house.

CHAPTER 3 : Things Take A routine For The Worst

well, i could say that i found my one and only lover. the next two hebdomad after that party had changed my life. we were in blissful puppy love, doing everything together. i could say everything was smashing. the faces of the hoi polloi at shoal when they seen me and her walk through the dorm together, hand-in-hand, was invaluable. we were the talk of the schooling until something else came up to gossip about. i still could n't win over her to let me force back her home. you know, you 'd think id be able to meet her parents, right ? awry. there was something she was keeping from me, and i just could n't seem to fancy it out. so i decided to put that to the back burner for a bit and concentrate on more important issues. i do n't get it on how it happened, but we seemed to of give up talking as lots and there was something improper but she kept admitting that she was exquisitely. so, one day, after school i came up an estimate to follow her bus to her home and talk to her in private at her household. so, i followed the line of charabanc as it pulled out of the school parking lot, blue diesel smoke rolling everywhere. i had memorized her bus number, so i followed it as it turned, being trusted to keep a few cars between me and the bus. as the bus would stop and go, i would always calculate for her when kids would get off the bus. but, as i followed the bus back onto the independent road, i realized that it was empty and that she was no longer on and that i missed her. so, i flipped a U-Turn in the centre of the road, tires squealing as i did. i backed up, dumped the batch and roared my 300ci. motor as fast as it could go, leaving a squeamish set of black marks on the route. i sped back the way i had come, slowing down at the place the bus stopped, searching for her as far as i could see. as i drove, i remembered one of our telephone calls where she described her house as being skillful, with a get down blue outside and white window build, with a tire swing and a courteous, lifted red suburban in the driveway. i looked and looked and ... .. THERE ! there was the theatre, with a immature kid in the social movement M, playing with flowers in the grass and Julie hanging up laundry on the clothesline. i slowed and pulled into the gravel driveway, rocks crunching under my tires. the phone of a fomite approaching made Julie turn around, and when she saw it was me, she said something to the slight daughter, who i now realized as her trivial cousin-german Jennifer that i have met a time or two, and Jen ran into the house.

i slowed to a arrest and set the parking bracken as i got out and stood at the hood of my truck as she approached me looking sick than a nest of hornets. before she could say anything, i just simply said `` get in the truck. '' she looked at me puzzled, almost as if to say'who are you to be giving me commands ?'. so, i repeated my self, saying `` get in the motortruck ... .. please. '' she hesitated at that, trying to read the vacuous expression on my nerve to tell if i was really grave. she got the fact that i meant business when i walked around, opened the room access, and looked at her with the same space stare as before. she slowly, cautiously got into my truck and i shut the door behind her. her eyes followed me as i walked around and climbed in, waiting public treasury she buckled before jamming the stick into reverse and flooring it, throwing rocks and rubble as the meaty mud tyre struggled to get adhesive friction on the loosely packed gravel. the tire squealed again as they hit the blacktop of the road and i braked unvoiced, threw it into first, and sped away, flying through the gears till i got to fourth. keeping it at a steady 55 mph, not a single Christian Bible was said as we drove, except she stared at me the full drive with a raving mad look. it was n't a mad look, was n't sad either. it was fear. it hit me as i drove that my military action had scared her, as i had promised her that i would never hurt her. i cursed under my breathing place, slowed to a arrest, got out and threw the front hubs into the 'locked'position, returned to my truck and threw it into four rack driveway. we drove another mile and a half in silence except for the hollo of the locomotive and the recondite rumble of mud tires on asphalt. i slowed as a dirt turnoff came up, and i swung a wide right field crook onto a rearward area soil road. i rolled my window up, and suggested she do the same but she ignored me. dirt soon turned into mud, and because i was doing a steadily 2100 rpm in third paraphernalia, she was getting coated in no fourth dimension. she quickly rolled up her window, but the scathe was done, her ovalbumin tank car top had black spots all over it. i broke the silence by laughing, and she noticed what i was laughing at and she smiled. we came up to a glade and i slowed down, whipped the turn and power slid into the grass, which had her sliding into me and giggling. i wrapped my arm around her and she snuggled into me as i headed back the way i came, being certain to go through every mud pit and hole i could ascertain. by the time we hit the road, my hand truck went from gunmetal grey to mud Negro, only the windscreen was fair enough so i could drive.

doing the 35 mph speed demarcation this fourth dimension, we took our time driving and were laughing like nothing had ever happened. we went to my place and 'washed'my hand truck, which included her getting blotto revealing she had no bra, and her nipples were visible clear as day, she made me a nice soap wig, and she teased me quite a bit as i watched her soap up my truck. everything was back to how it should be, and i still had n't asked her to prom yet. as day turned to night, her parents called and said that she had to make out home, so i told them id driving force her home. as we climbed up in my truck, i looked in those mesmerizing green eyes and said to her `` baby, promenade is in a week and a one-half. i was wondering, would you want to go with me ? '' she gave me puzzled look, and said `` Hmm ... let me check my docket. '' she looked around my truck, as if she were thinking, then she smiled at me and said `` i would love to go, but i do n't have anything to weary to it '' she said with a slender frown on her face. i smiled at her and said `` do n't you worry sweetheart, you just go to that dress shop class in the next township and get anything that your heart desires, and ill handle everything else. '' she leaned over, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, obviously happy with the answer. i kissed her back, started the truck, and pulled out of the private road onto the road with her tiny body snuggled up against me as we hit the route.



Chapter 4 : What Happened ... ? Where is She ?

as the week dragged on, i found it increasingly harder to keep open my saneness. with all these options and public opinion that she wanted me to take care of, i just answered truthfully and gave the casual nod with 'yes honey'after it ( after all, that is men 's underground weapon in human relationship ). she obviously knew what i was doing, so it was n't that hugger-mugger, but effectual none the less. she and i swarm into the side by side town, lets call it Redmont, and we went into this small dress shop class packed with other girls getting their last arcminute stuff for prom in two daytime. as she did that, i would take the air over and sit with the other handful of guys and shoot the breeze and blab about cosmopolitan hooey ; the occasional girl would come over and ask her beau'opinion on something, and of line, we would all reach an answer. it was ok, and two 60 minutes later we walked out of the plaza hand in hand as she told me all about her dress, how it fitted her perfectly ( which i have to agree ) and that she had to go pick up her dress tomorrow after shoal. i agreed and we drove nursing home, and as i hit the primary road going into town i suddenly remembered something. i looked at her and said `` love, there 's a slight problem. '' `` slight problem to what ? slight as in do n't worry about it or what ? '' she asked. `` well '', i said, `` i have to work late tomorrow, and i wo n't be home till 6-ish, and the shop closes at 5:30, so i wo n't be able to take you. do you guess your chum or a parent can conduct you ? '' she looked a short disappointed, but nodded and said `` yeah, i can ask someone. it wo n't be a problem. '' i apologized, and kissed her as we pulled into her driveway. i set the parking brake and we kissed goodbye, only it was n't no average osculation. we were french kissing, getting into the mo as we were feeling each other up ; my hand was cupping her breast and playing with her nipple as she begun to moan. i played with her boob while she rubbed me off, pressing and rubbing and grabbing my dick through my blue jeans. we were really going at it, but she stopped me saying she really had to go. as she hopped out of my truck, she gave me this devilish smile before she shut the door. i watched as she moved in front of my headlamp, spun around, popped her boobs out of the top of her shirt and teased me for a second before putting herself away and walking back to the house rubbing her ass and looking back a few meter. meanwhile, im sitting here in my truck with my jaw on the floor board a hard on, and surprised that she had all of a sudden gotten daring, or maybe she was just really horny, one or the early. as i started to put the truck in reversion, i happened to reckon in the window, and there i saw Jennifer, her short cousin. i started thinking 'oh man, did she see us the integral time ?'but pushed the thought aside as i backed out and drove home with a smile, a hard-on, and a half a tank of gas.

the next day came and went by agonizingly retard for Julie. she could n't wait to get out of school day and go get her prom dress. each passing back seemed like a minute, and every minute an hour. she jumped out of her keister at the end of every class in order to make it to the future to constitute the day go as fast as potential. she could n't hold back to surprise Johnny with the beautiful dress she picked out. it was a beautiful royal wild blue yonder attire, that showed off her every curve with a little cleavage, sparkling beads that shimmered in the luminosity like stones in a flowing stream and ended at her ankles with a thin stria of satiny dreary medallion. the cloth was as soft as new born baby hide. she would do her hairsbreadth and seduce it all flowing, ringlet and waves all over with a bloom to top it all off, and she had some sexy lingerie she had hidden from her parents, a blue lace bra with mordant intention on it and a blueing flip-flop with the Saame designs. they were firebrand new, as her protagonist had gotten her them before she had moved, and never had a reason to wear them. seeing as how prom was tomorrow night, she had to make sure everything was done today so she had the metre of her life tomorrow. her sidekick agreed to tug her, obviously felicitous to get out of the house for once in a while. finally, as the net buzzer rang, she practically ran to the bus to get home. the instant she got in her face threshold, she dragged her brother out of his room, and after he showered and got dressed they proceeded to go to Redmont. she felt as though they were n't going fast enough, and after checking the speedometer, she sorta flopped back into her seat for the 'agonizingly'longsighted ride. he brother looked at her, scoffed, and said 'whats a matter with you ?'Julie shook her head and said 'nothing, i just want to get there before the storehouse finish .'Steven just smiled and shook his principal. 'listen, trivial Sister, i understand that its your low prom, but just calm down, use up a bass breath, and relax. trust me, it helps a lot .'she nodded, took a few deep breaths, and smiled saying 'thanks bro .'he nodded to her as he turned out of a blind turn of events onto the principal road. neither of them saw it coming ... ...

Johnny was thinking that maybe he could catch Julie at the shop class, but he doubted it. he was running late as it was. as he drove along he popped his Chris Young CD in and started listening to his medicine as he drove along in sentiment ... ....

Julie felt like she had just gone ten round of golf with pugilist microphone Tyson, she could n't feel anything except for a burn pain in her allow leg. as she started to get her heraldic bearing, she realized three matter when she opened her eyes : one, was that she was still in the car, but could n't move. bit, was that she was on her English. third, was that her comrade was n't sitting adjacent to her anymore. there was meth and rakehell and car portion everywhere. she was still disorientated, felt like the whole man was spinning around her. she heard a voice, it seemed pretty far off, but she could hear it. she could just make out a flesh of a person, and they were talking to someone, but she could n't discover if the were talking to her or soul else.but her attention was drawn away from that as she felt something warm run down her leg. she touched it, it was actually really warm. she brought her paw up to her face, and she realized what the fluid was. it was HER blood ! now she started freaking out, wondering what was going on, what had happened, where she was, where her brother was, and why she was bleeding. the spokesperson she had been hearing cleared to be a man 's, and he was telling her to stay on calm, that service was on the way. he told her that she had been involved in a car stroke with a articulated lorry, and that her car rolled three times before coming to a stop on its passenger side, and that she was badly injured and he did n't fuck where her crony was. she remembered hearing the faint speech sound of masses talking and Delilah growing louder, then everything went dim ... ... ....

johnny was driving along, singing along to the medicine when he came up on a back up of traffic. so, sit in traffic he did. traffic would move and then bar, it continued this way for twenty mo till he could see the causer of the binding up. there was fire, police, and ems on scene of what appeared to bad a car accident. it looked like a red suburban got chewed up and spit out by the wrecked log truck on the side of the road. he thought about it, was n't Julie in a suburban ? he pushed the idea out of his head, thinking it could n't be her. as traffic started flowing again, he passed the accident and his nitty-gritty just stopped. there was Julie, unconscious as they were trying to cut her out of the SUV. he whipped the motortruck off the road, and jumped out racing across the road to the accident. he started fighting with firefighters and police, trying to get to Julie with no luck, he ran to the fervour top dog screaming 'what happened here ? !'and 'Where is she ? !'. the chief told him that she had been involved in a bad car stroke, that they had pulled out in strawman of a fully loaded semi carrying a prevue replete of tree logs. the man driving the SUV was n't wearing a can swath and was ejected from the car and was found dead 60 cubic yard back on the incline of the mountain where the car first rolled, his neck opening broken. johnny could n't believe it, he went around to the other side of the fire truck, and stood there and stared in disbelief. for ten minutes he sat there, watching through teary eyes as they cut Julie out of the mangled SUV. finally, when they were able to rid her from the shipwreck, they put her on a back board, onto the gurney, and into the rig she went. johnny fought through firefighters to get to the ambulance, he looked at the EMT and asked if he could go, that she was his lady friend. the EMT refused to let him come, but told him that she was being LifeFlighted to the trauma center 60 miles away. the ambulance sped off, with a law escort ahead, and johnny raced back to his truck to meet his girl at the hospital.

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