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that I was used to seeing. She was wearing a thin, tank top which I could almost see her breasts through and shorts that could have been underwear. God, her breasts? She had them! I hadn’t even noticed till now… did she want me to?
    “Kathryn, you gotta change, you’re not going to the club or whatever...” I trailed off as she pulled out a blanket and sat down next to me, wrapping the thing around her.
    “Better?” she mewed.
    I sighed, clicking play on the VHS. I tried concentrating on the movie, I tried staring at the screen until my mind went elsewhere, but I couldn’t get her breasts out of my head. I glanced over at her, she was watching the movie, her mounds rising and falling with each breath. She must have caught me looking at her cause she glanced my way.
    “What?” she asked with a smirk.
    “Nothing,” I stated looking away.
    She shrugged and continued gazing wholly at the film. I don’t know why I did it, maybe it was because I had to touch her, but my finger found its way onto her upper arm, stroking downwards.
    “Hey, that tickles!” she exclaimed as she whisked my hand away.
    Of course that just made me more persistent. I grabbed at her side tickling her fully now just to feel more of her budding body.
    “ Stop!” she managed between breaths. She was giggling and pushing me away without much seriousness. She then grabbed my arm as she fell off the couch, taking me with her. I landed on top of her, right in between her delicious long legs. I knew I couldn’t help myself then.
    She froze, just staring up at me, as she removed her hand from my arm. My other arm was rested right behind her head, our faces close. I bent down to her so our noses touched before closing my eyes and going in for it. Her lips tasted sweet, like honey as she opened to meet me. I was surprised at the heat that came from her and I could feel my erection pressing against my jeans longing to be freed.
    She then put her hand up and rested it behind my neck. At her touch, I jerked back to reality. No, this can’t be happening.
    I flung myself away from her, “I’m sorry, Kathryn,” I kept repeating, “I’m so sorry,”
    “Don’t be sorry,” she soothed; “I wanted it…” she trailed off “I want you, Gary.”
    “You… I mean… we… we can’t, Kathryn.”
    She moved towards me, “go to your room, Kathryn, just go to your fucking room and please just stay there!” I couldn’t tell if I was pleading with her or my inner self more.
    She then got up, turned, and ran from the room and up the stairs. I heard the door slam and I sat back against the couch still on my knees where I had jerked so violently away from her. I looked down at my cock, it was still rock hard. “God damn,” I muttered. I didn’t know what had come over me but that fucking little siren had put some kind of spell on me.
     
    Kat
    December 1983
    Things between Gary and I were strange after that. I could tell he desired me, why wouldn’t he act on it? Could he not tell that I wanted him also? I tried to distract myself. I spent hours with Thomas, away from Gary, practicing, doing shit gigs around town. I couldn’t help but let him creep into my mind. This man, who had literally adopted me, who I hardly knew, was the object of my lust. No he was different. He wasn’t like Thomas and Drew who was boys in comparison, this was a man. I didn’t care that he was thirty four. Ted Nugent did it back in 78 when he sleazed his way into making himself that poor girl’s guardian to have a relationship with her. She couldn’t have been much older than myself I was sure. I didn’t care either way. I was going to make this happen and I would tonight. Gary would be forced to be civil with me, and he would most likely want to stay in with it being Christmas Eve and all.
    Later that day, Gary was hanging around the living room as normal when I sat down right next to him. He looked taken back because he immediately went to get up. I grabbed his arm.