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than him; almost a whole year. After Sharon, he decided he would
only date older girls; these high school girls only brought him pain.
    But looking at Margarette now he considers
breaking his rule. He might not have had anything to do with her in grade
school, but she has grown up a lot since he knew her as a girl. He thinks about
it. She’s still a girl, beautiful and innocent. He can’t touch that.
    Tommy didn’t recognize her when he first saw her
at pumps, but she had an appeal that was difficult to forget. She was different
than most, sexy, attractive, and had a kind of dirty quality that was offset by
a beautiful body. Tonight he looks at her from afar and she looks like a
goddess in the purple moonlight. He doesn’t touch her, but for a while he
thinks about nothing else other than temptation.
    He pulls the seat belt across her chest and starts
the car. For a while he fights it, but inevitably he finds himself staring at
her. An 80’s track starts on his tape player. She moans softly as if entering a
dream that somehow corresponds with the song. His conscience leaves him and his
hand drops to her side and bumps against her hand. Margarette doesn’t react to
the touch. His heart beating fast, he moves his hand to her leg. Her face
twitches so he retreats quickly. She presses her dress down with her palm and
slides it further down, just past her hips. His hand switches to the dash and
turns down the mixed tape as it reaches the pinnacle of the crescendo.
    When he looks back her hand is down between her
thighs. In the back of his mind he wonders if she really is awake, pretending
she’s asleep but watching him mess with her. He breathes deeply then removes
his foot from the brake making them weightless for an instant.
    “Where did you come from… heaven or hell?” He
whispers so quietly that it’s barely audible.
    The next track is soft and has a faint drum.
Margarette’s face relaxes again. He remains silent and still as they glide
along an empty side road near to an overpass. Her hand slides under her dress
and she touches herself, a gentle caress. The car slows to neutral as Tommy
looks down at her, absolutely shocked and in awe by her cute secret, like he’s
hearing a puppy talk. She doesn’t moan or squirm, but her hand explores herself
until her labored breathing suddenly stops, and she slips back into a deep
sleep in the reclined seat. His heart is racing again and he catches his breath
as the car rolls to a stop on the empty country road.
    He reaches over her, holding his hand an inch from
her nose, and feels the breath from her lips. His hand brushes her and runs
down her neck without making actual contact. She smiles and his hand hovers
over her breast until he can feel the warmth of her body. He can see the
outline of her nipple through the light fabric, but the pattern makes it harder
to distinguish her breasts. His eyes shut and he lays his hand on her chest. He
holds his hand there until it starts to pulse up and down with each one of her
breaths.
    Tommy contemplates taking advantage of her. His
hand slides under the edge of the neck of the dress and continues into her top.
Her soft breast in his hand and his palm runs over her nipple, fondling her. He
imagines the shape of her breasts by feel, and they are perfect. She doesn’t
move, doesn’t respond, and a faint naughty smile surfaces on his face. He
decides not to start back on the road for a bit. He cups her breast fully, and
with the other hand pulls her dress down below her shoulder. The soft lace
falls from her bare chest covered only by his grasping palm. He slowly moves
his hand back so her hard nipple is the only thing touching his hand. He
exhales as he moves his hand away… and looks at her breast in the moonlight.
The smile fades and he freezes looking at how perfect she is. She is so
beautiful that he finally starts to feel dirty, like when he gets a hard on in
church.
    Cool air rushes from the vent between them and she
rolls to