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Jennifer's Love Story By Jennifer Rose Here's my story; I wish that it were true. A certain select items are true and I believe that you won't have a difficult time finding those that aren't. (You may not believe me but Bruce's cock size is not exaggerated.) Anyway, I hope that you enjoy! Getting Started I had just turned 12 when we met. I was a thin boy with longish dark brown hair. I was pretty plain looking but definitely not ugly. I wasn't sexually active and honestly didn't think a whole lot about it, I guess because my parents basically forgot to teach me the facts of life. I spent most of my time alone reading books and playing video games. Being very shy most of the kids thought I was a little strange. I was a latchkey kid and for the most part only saw my folks on the weekend. My father was always traveling and my mother usually worked the night shift. One weekend my mom finally got tired of hearing me say how bored I was so she got me a job. She knew someone who knew someone who ran his own small business that wanted someone to take on all of the administrative things he didn't have time for. He worked at home and it was only a few blocks away. My family was definitely not poor but when I pulled my bike up to this mansion I felt like my family lived in a shack! It was an absolutely beautiful home on about 10 acres. I rang the bell at the gate and after a minute I was buzzed in. I didn't realize it but there was a hidden camera so you could see who was there before you buzzed them in. I rode my bike up to the house and realized that I had no idea what to expect. I didn't know anything about the guy or what he did. This actually made me nervous and I had to fight hard not to turn around and go back. I set my bike on the ground near the front door and slowly walked up the steps. Before I had a chance to knock the door opened and a good looking tall muscular man of about 35 stepped out. He had brown wavy hair and was about 6' 4", well above my small 5' 4," 100 pound frame. "Hi, you must be Jim Smith. I'm Bruce Rose," his voice boomed in a loud friendly manner. Looking at the ground I managed to whisper, "Hi." "I heard that you were a shy one," he laughed. "Come on in and let me show you around," he said as he put his hand on my shoulder and led me through the door. I looked up and saw how huge the entry room was. It had a huge vaulted ceiling and was about the size of a medium size home. There was a spiral staircase leading upstairs. I won't bore you with the details but the house had 5 bedrooms, a pool room and a home theater and it took him about an hour to show me through the house and around the yard. He was such a warm friendly person that I began to feel a little comfortable with him after about half an hour, much less than my normal week or two. The last stop was the office. Like everything else it was huge. There was a smaller desk with a computer by the entry way. That was where I was to sit. He had me sit in the chair while he sat on the desk and explained about the job. He dealt in real estate. He would buy all sorts of properties, have them fixed up and sell them for a very large profit. He traveled infrequently but was sometimes gone all day looking at properties. However, most of the time he was in the office coordinating everything. He had little time for taking notes during his calls, filing paperwork and so on. He wanted me to work at least 3 days a week after school for a few hours each day. However, if I wanted to work more than that he was all for it. Since summer vacation had just started and I had nothing to do I worked every day for about 8 hours each day. He was impeccably groomed and dressed so I asked him what I should wear. Since clients would come by periodically he wanted me to have some nice clothes for those days. Since he never knew until the morning of the day they were coming by he said that he would purchase a couple of outfits and I could come in my jeans and a t-shirt and change into better clothes at work if I needed to. He led me outside so we could get to know one another. I told him about myself and he told me that he had a brother and sister. He was divorced after being married for 5 years. His wife just took off, leaving everything behind, even her jewelry. For him that was enough of dealing with women and he decided to bury himself in his work. He was so friendly I was shocked that someone would leave an attractive, wealthy, seemingly very nice man. We went back to the office and he showed me around. Pretty soon it was 5 PM so we said goodbye and I rode my bike home. I would have to say that I was pretty happy. For some odd reason one of the things that I kept thinking about was how good looking he was and how it felt nice when he had his hand on my shoulder. Changes Over the next month I became more comfortable around him. He really was a nice guy and he seemed to become better and better looking each day that I saw him. I was excited to get to work every day. One day about 5 weeks into the job I put on old jeans and a t-shirt and rode my bike to work as fast as I could. When I got there I was worried when he looked at me. "I must have just missed you at home. I tried to call to tell you that a client was coming by and I needed you to take notes so you needed to dress nice." I felt terrible and got really nervous that he was mad at me. "Hey, don't worry we'll work something out." He led me to one of the rooms upstairs. "I hope you don't mind but my clothes definitely will not fit you but my wife was about your size and she has some clothes that could be worn by a guy or a girl." For some reason I didn't mind, in fact I started to get excited about what it would feel like. Bruce rummaged through the huge walk-in closet. Eventually he came out with a pair of black slacks and blue button down shirt. He left the room and I got changed. The pants fit fine and so did the shirt. The odd thing about the shirt is that the buttons were on the wrong side. I figured that this must be a defective shirt and didn't say anything about it. I realized that I needed a belt so I ventured into the closet to find one. I passed row upon row of dresses, other clothes and shoes. Again I found myself becoming aroused at the sight of all of these pretty things. His ex-wife seemed to have very good taste. I can't imagine what some of these clothes cost. I finally found the belts hanging in the back of the closet. There were so many that it took a while to actually find one that wasn't too feminine. On the way out I ran my hand along the clothes and felt very excited by the silky texture of many of the items. I heard the buzzer for the front gate go off and started to get nervous. What if this guy found out? However, looking in the mirror I relaxed because there really was no way to tell that I was wearing women's clothing. I made my way back to the office and forced my shyness to the back of my head. I realized that I would not last in this job if I couldn't get over my shyness. Bruce was with an older man in his office when I came in. Bruce gave me a big smile and introduced me to his client. I pulled a chair up next to Bruce's desk and began to take notes. It was perhaps the most boring 60 minutes of my life. As Bruce showed his client out I sat at my desk and transferred the notes to the computer. Bruce returned and placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "Thank you so much Jim. I know that it's boring but it really saves me a ton of time." As he walked away he said, "Oh, and by the way, you look great." For some reason I turned bright red. I went back to work wondering why I was so embarrassed. Throughout the rest of the day it never crossed my mind to change clothes. I would also look up at times and see Bruce looking at me. He would smile and turn back to his work. At five I was getting ready to leave when Bruce reminded me of the clothes. I was so embarrassed that I had forgotten to change that I ran upstairs without looking at Bruce and changed. Bruce was waiting for me when I got down. "Don't worry; this weekend I'll pick up a couple of things for you to wear." Once again he put his hand on my shoulder and showed me to the door. I thought that I even felt him give it a little squeeze. I dreamed of Bruce that night and of wearing his ex-wife's clothes. I couldn't wait to get back to Bruce's. The work was boring but I found that I really enjoyed being around him. It was a rainy day. I rode my bike to Bruce's as fast as I could but my clothes were soaked by the time I got to his house. "You should have called and I would have given you a ride," he said. He showed me upstairs and had me shower in what must have been his ex-wife's bathroom. It was pretty and pink. I came out of the shower smelling like flowers since the only soap had perfume in it. There were some clothes piled in the bedroom and a note on top. "I'm washing and drying your clothes. I'm sorry but this was the most masculine stuff I could find. Sorry about the panties but your underwear was soaked. You don't have to wear them if you don't want." There was a pair women's jeans, size 2, a powder blue polo shirt and a pair of white silk panties that were, I found out later, Brazilian cut. They seemed to crawl between my butt cheeks. I really didn't think twice about putting them on since I always wore underwear and didn't think that it would feel comfortable wearing jeans without a pair of underwear on. And I must say that the silk felt very nice. The jeans fit quite well even though they were a little wide in the hips. They also crawled up between my butt cheeks and when I looked in the mirror I found that these were the first pair of pants that I had worn that made it look like I had a butt at all. In fact it looked like a cute little bubble butt. The polo shirt was rather short so that you could see my belly when I raised my arms even a little bit. The sleeves were also very short and a little puffy and just barely covered my shoulders. Again the buttons were on the wrong side. I figured his wife must have gotten a lot of clothes that were irregulars. When I was dressed I looked in the mirror and was surprised at how pretty I looked. Like I told you I was a pretty plain looking boy but for some reason the color of the clothes and the fact that my hair was getting rather long made me look like a pretty cute young girl. I should have been terrified to go downstairs and have Bruce see me but for some reason I wasn't. I practically bounded downstairs and into the office. Bruce was rummaging in a file cabinet behind his desk. He didn't look up when I came in but said, "Hey, I'm sorry about the clothes but that's all I could find. I hope you don't mind wearing them for an hour or so until your clothes are ready." "I don't mind at all," I said. He looked up when I said that and when he saw me he gave me a big smile. "Don't be offended but you look great in those clothes," he said with a smile. "Thanks. Don't worry, I'm not offended. In fact I can't remember the last time that someone told be that I look great." With that I sat down and began to work. I seemed to feel his eyes upon me the entire day. Rather than make me uncomfortable I became very aroused and kept thinking of Bruce. Like I said earlier I wasn't well versed in the whole sex education thing but I wasn't stupid either. I knew that many people frowned upon men being with men but my family wasn't one of those. I had an openly gay uncle who was very affectionate with his lover at family gatherings and nobody raised an eyebrow. Still, I had a hard time thinking that I might be gay. At lunch time Bruce came to my desk and snapped his fingers to rouse me from my daydream. He puts his hands on my shoulders and said with a laugh "I hope you were dreaming of something nice." I turned bright red and apologized for not focusing on work. He said that he didn't mind and offered to take me to lunch. I agreed and we went to the garage where he led me to his Lexus convertible, a $70,000 car! He even held my door open for me. We drove to a local sit down restaurant and it wasn't until we got out that I remembered that I was wearing his ex-wife's clothes! "Oh my God, I forgot to change!" "Oh, don't worry about that. You look fine. Nobody will be able to tell either way," he said as he took my hand and led me into the restaurant. I couldn't believe he actually held my hand! My hand began to sweat profusely from both the nervousness of being in girl's clothes in public and holding the hand of a man that I was becoming increasingly attracted to. We were shown to our table and when we sat down Bruce grabbed his napkin and dried his hand. I was so embarrassed! The waitress came and I was shocked when she said, "What would you like to drink miss?" I turned even redder if that was possible and without looking up I ordered a coke. Bruce did the same and when the waitress left he took my hand again and said, "Don't turn so red or she may realize you're a boy and then wonder why you're wearing girl's clothes." I hadn't thought of that and quickly tried to compose myself. The rest of the meal went by okay. When we were done eating the waitress came by and dropped off the check and made small talk while she cleared the plates. "So, what sort of father daughter activities do you two have planed for the day?" I could have died! Bruce winked at me and said, "I have a feeling we'll go clothes shopping, that's all she ever wants to do." The waitress laughed and said, "You're a lucky girl; my father would never take me clothes shopping. Well I hope you two have fun!" She left and Bruce paid the bill. "Come on sweetheart, let's get going," he said with a big grin. With that he took my hand, led me to the car and held the door open for me. When he got in he put his hand on my knee and said, "God that was fun!" I actually had to agree. We laughed about it all the way back to work. I couldn't believe it but I was developing a crush on this man. Since he had been married he obviously was straight. I did begin to wonder though if he wouldn't mind being with a guy dressed as a girl. I mean, he obviously liked the way that I looked. I could feel his eyes on my butt whenever I walked away from him and he was definitely looking at me whenever I reached into a tall file cabinet and my shirt lifted up to show my belly. Sadly the work day came to an end and I went upstairs to change. I got a little nosy and walked into the closet to get a better look at the kind of clothes his wife used to wear. Bruce obviously wasn't lying when he said that he could find much in the way of non-feminine clothes. The things that this woman had would put every girl I had ever seen to shame. She was the ultimate in femininity. There were all sorts of pretty dresses and skirts of every length. Beautiful silk blouses and many camisoles were to be found. Most of the slacks were the length of Capri pants. Sadly Bruce was to be out all day the next day so I wouldn't get to see him but I had plenty to do so he gave me the code to let myself in. I got to work but after about 15 minutes I couldn't help myself and went back to the bedroom. This time I looked in the dressers as well and found all sorts of beautiful lingerie. On impulse I stripped down to nothing and put on a pretty white thong and black camisole. The camisole had some padding in it so it looked like I was just beginning to grow a chest. Next I went to the closet and found a pretty white business suit with very feminine fluttery silk around the jacket and bottom of the skirt. I also found a pair of 2 inch white heels that looked good with the suit. My legs were basically hairless so although they were quite skinny they looked pretty darn good. I felt wonderful! I went down to the office, sat at my desk and began to work. I was so aroused by the clothes that I realized I was playing with myself. I have had wet dreams before and almost every night since I met Bruce but have never played with myself. Everything just felt so good that I couldn't help myself. I grabbed some tissue and put them in my panties so as not to make a mess of my clothes. Between the feeling of the clothes and thinking about Bruce I didn't last long. As you probably guessed I lost track of time and didn't hear Bruce enter. I have no idea how long he had been standing at the entry way to the office but he obviously saw what I was wearing. He startled me when he said, "If you dress in clothes that sexy every day I won't be able to get any work done." I turned 10 shades of red when I heard him and ran past him out the door and upstairs to change. I began to cry from the embarrassment and hoped that he would be gone and I could slink out the door never to return. Unfortunately I didn't even have a chance to begin getting undressed when he knocked on the door. "May I come in?" "Please no, I don't want you to see me like this," I pleaded. "Please don't be embarrassed. I'm not mad and I'm not offended I just want to talk." "Can I change first?" I asked. "I'd rather you didn't. I think you look great and I'd like to see you dressed like you were." He sounded so sincere that I relented and told him that he could come in. I looked down at the floor when he entered. I felt him sit on the bed next to me and he put his arm around me. I was surprised and happy when he pulled me in for a hug. "I'm so embarrassed," I said into his big strong chest. "You have no need to be embarrassed. I can't believe how you look. Have you done this before?" he asked. "Never," I replied. "It wasn't until yesterday. For some reason wearing those clothes made me feel really good. I also liked how I was treated by you and the waitress. Nobody has ever paid that much attention to me." He lifted my chin with his hand and looked my straight in the eyes. "You know," he said, "it's been a long time and it would be nice to have a girl around the office. How would you like to work dressed like this, provided we don't have any clients coming by?" "I don't know, maybe. Are you sure I look okay?" I said meekly. "You look absolutely incredible!" he exclaimed. "We do, however, need to come up with a name. Can you think of one?" "No," I said. I really couldn't. This isn't something that I had ever thought about. "Well, I love the name Jennifer," he said. "It's a pretty name and it would befit a pretty, young girl. What do you think?" "Okay," I said. I think that I would have said okay to anything at that point. I was a mixture of nervousness and relief. In a short period of time I had changed dramatically. I began to wonder if maybe this was fate. Although I never consciously thought of this it just happened and I was happy about it. "Thank you," I said and I wrapped my arms around his neck and we hugged. His hug was strong and comforting. "Well Jennifer you'd better get changed," he said. "I want you here bright and early tomorrow so you can get changed in time for work." He patted me on the knee and gave it a little squeeze and left. I reluctantly changed and rode home. Flirtation I got to work about 30 minutes early the following day. I would have gotten there two hours early because I was so excited but felt that 30 minutes would be enough time. I let myself in and went to the office. Bruce wasn't around but there was a note on my computer saying that he had laid some clothes on the bed for me to wear. I bolted upstairs and found a note on top of some clothes. The note read "Good morning Jennifer. I hope you like the clothes that I picked out. Feel free to put on any jewelry that you would like. There's makeup in the bathroom that you can use as well." Bruce had picked out a pretty, white suit. The jacket was cropped and the slacks were cropped as well. There was a dark pick scarf like belt with the pants. He had forgotten to include a blouse so I went to the closet. After a while I found a pink silk and lace camisole that matched the belt. I put on a pink thong thinking it should match the camisole but I found that I could see it through the fabric of the pants so I opted for a white thong instead. I got dressed and I must say that I looked very pretty. I put on a pair of white heels and found a necklace and matching bracelet to wear. I did my best to brush my hair into a feminine style. Obviously I needed to grow it out a bit more. I was afraid to try too much makeup since I had no idea what I was doing. I put on some lip gloss and a bit of eye shadow. All in all I think I looked like a fairly attractive 16 year old girl rather than a plain looking 12 year old boy. I made my way to the office and the closer I got the more nervous I became. Yes, he was encouraging me to do this but I was so afraid that he would think that I looked silly. His opinion had begun to mean so much to me since I was developing a real crush on him. I meekly poked my head around the door. Bruce, sensing my presence called out, "Jennifer, great to see you!" Well this gave me a quick boost of confidence so I walked into the office. Bruce said, "My God, you look great. Turn around so I can get a better look at you." So, I walked in a little further and turned around and walked away. Bruce let out a wolf whistle that made me turn red. I turned back around. "Thanks Bruce. Are you sure I look okay? "Jennifer, you look so pretty I'm going to have to pick out plainer clothes for you or I'm not going to get anything done!" This really boosted my confidence. I decided to play it up a bit to see where this might lead. "Thanks. Tell me," I said as I turned around, "the material of these pants is really thin. Can you see my panties?" Very hesitantly Bruce said, "Um, no." "Good," I said, "because I'm wearing a thong. I think that it gives my butt a little more definition. Do you agree?" Bruce paused again. "Yes, it looks very nice," he said this in a very nervous voice which both raised my hopes and worried me that I had laid it on a little thick. "Well, we'd better get to work, there's a lot to do today." We worked quietly throughout the day. A couple of times I had to ask Bruce a question. When I would go to his desk and bend over to point something out on a piece of paper I could swear he was looking down my camisole. That made me chuckle because I had no boobs. I also felt his eyes on my butt whenever I would walk away. Of course I would also give my butt an extra wiggle. I was really enjoying wearing the clothes; especially the thong. It was a continual reminder that I was wearing clothing meant for a girl which started to bring out my feminine side. Eventually the day ended and I had to change and leave. "I'll see you tomorrow Bruce. Will you have something else picked out for me to wear?" "Of course I will Jennifer. Tomorrow's Friday so I'll find something a little more casual." I absolutely could not wait until the morning. I had a wet dream about Bruce over night and was desperately hoping that it would come true someday, hopefully soon. I got to work about 45 minutes early. I wanted to spend a little more time on my makeup today. Bruce had picked out a pair of really cute Capri jeans and an off-white silk camisole. Obviously he liked Capri pants and that was fine with me. They looked simple but there was something kind of fun about wearing them. It's really a feeling that I can't describe, I just know that I like it. He obviously liked seeing me in a camisole as well. I did like how they looked on me. I really had skinny arms and legs even for a 12 year old. I guess it's because I never was active in sports because I was too thin and nobody would pick me at school when everyone played. Again I wore a thong and was very happy with how my butt looked in the pants. I figured I wouldn't make a comment to Bruce again because he seemed a little uncomfortable when I did it the first time. My hair was long enough that I could put it in a short ponytail. I placed it high on the back of my head so it stood out a little more. I fastened it with a white hair clip. I must say that it looked pretty cute. I had gone to the mall the night before and checked out the girls about my age and how they wore their makeup. I figured that I'd give it a try. For the most part they wore lighter shades of eye shadow and bright pink lip gloss. It took me a bit of time to put it on but I was pretty pleased with the results, being a beginner and all. I finished up with a necklace, one of those hair scrunches that a lot of the girls were wearing as bracelets and a pair of small dangling hoop earrings. No, my ears weren't pierced at the time. I bought a pair of clip on earrings at the mall. I didn't have the guts to go through with the piercing yet although a lot of guys at school had both ears pierced. I didn't think my mom would mind but I didn't want to surprise her so I figured I'd wait and ask her first. I ran downstairs and when Bruce saw me his said, "Oh my God, you look just like a sweet little 12 year old girl!" "Thank you," I said as I walked to my desk. Bruce came over and kneeled down beside me to show me what to work on. He was very close and I was getting excited as I felt his breath on my neck as he talked. I got even more excited when he put his hand on my knee. When he was done explaining what I had to do he looked at me a said, "You've worked hard this week so you can knock off at lunch time." "Okay," I said as I tried to hide my disappointment. I was really enjoying wearing my clothes and with the weekend coming I knew that I would have to be in boy mode for 2 straight days which really bummed me out. However, I really brightened up when Bruce said, "Don't be disappointed sweetie. If you want to stay I've got a surprise for you. You can also come by this weekend and just be a girl and not have to work." Oh my God, he wants me to come by on the weekend! Then I realized that he had called me Sweetie! "That would be great!" I exclaimed. His face was so close I wanted to kiss him. There was an uncomfortable silence as we looked into one another's eyes. I broke the silence by saying with a big smile "Do you call all of your employee's sweetie?" This time it was his turn to turn bright red. "I'm sorry Jennifer, it's just that you look like you could be my daughter, or niece anyway, and I call my one niece sweetie. Don't worry I won't do it again." "Darn. Does that mean that I can't call you Uncle Bruce, or better yet daddy?" I asked with as cute a pouty face as I could manage. "Well, I can't say that I wouldn't enjoy it! Okay sweetie, you can call me daddy if you'd like." Without thinking I threw my arms around his neck said, "Thanks daddy," and gave him a kiss on the cheek! I think that this shocked us both. We gently pulled apart. Both of us were a little red. However, Bruce made me feel better by giving my knee and squeeze and saying, "Okay, let's get to work sweetie." The next few hours seemed to take forever. I tried to get up as much as possible and get into positions where Bruce could see my butt. Not being a girl I knew that was about the most exciting part of my body that I could use to flirt with him. He sure did seem to like it because he kept his eyes on it every time he thought I wasn't paying attention. At close to Noon he said, "How about you call it a day?" I agreed. Bruce then told me to come with him. He took my hand and we walked into a room that I had never been in before. It was set up with a stool and a camera. Bruce asked me to have a seat and I nervously walked over to the stool and sat down. "I need to take a couple of pictures of you for your surprise." Although I was nervous I sat and smiled. Bruce took about 20 pictures with me making all sorts of different faces. When he was done he said, "Okay sweetie why don't you go into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat while I get this taken care of," I said okay and got up and went to the kitchen. I knew what he liked to eat so I made lunch for the both of us. I called out when I was done but Bruce told me it was going to take a while longer. I asked him if it was okay to change into a different outfit and he enthusiastically agreed. I ran upstairs and decided that I wanted to put on something even cuter. I had seen a bunch of miniskirts in the closet so I looked through them and found a really cute white pleated one that came to about half the way to my knees. There were some shorter ones but I didn't want to go that far just yet. I also picked out a cute little light pink crop tank top. I wanted to have a chance to wear a bra and this was perfect. Just as I finished up he called out so I ran down to the kitchen and got our lunch. It was fun to run in a miniskirt! With each step it flew up although I don't know if it was far enough to see my thong. As I walked into the room I said, "Here's your lunch daddy." He was sitting at my desk and said, "Thanks sweetie," without turning around. When I brought the lunch to my desk I kneeled down next to him, placed my arm on his leg and kind of snuggled up to him. Without looking at me he absentmindedly placed his arm around my shoulders and pointed to the screen. "Here's your present baby. It's a virtual makeover kit. I put a couple of pictures into the program and you can experiment with different looks. What do you think?" he asked. "Oh my God that's neat! I've been so worried about putting on makeup because I didn't want to look silly." He glanced down at me with a smile when I said that and his eyes got huge. "Um, that's a really cute outfit." With that I stood up, backed away and gave a little twirl. "Are you sure? My legs look so skinny in this." "Some men like skinny legs," he said quietly. "Are you one of those men?" I asked with a very innocent voice. "Yes," he said. Again he said it quietly and without looking at me. Instead he was looking at my legs and the way he was shifting in his seat I think that he was starting to get hard! "Goody," I said. "Can I play now?" I asked. He was kind of in a trance staring at my legs but he visibly snapped out of it and said, "Sure, come have a seat and I'll walk you through it." I was hoping that he would pat his lap. God, what I wouldn't give to sit on his lap! But instead he shifted off the seat and squatted onto the floor right next to the seat. I bounded over knowing that my skirt would fly up a little. It did but not as much as I hoped. I plopped down on the seat and my skirt flew up a little so it was creased under my butt and a little uncomfortable to sit on. Of course Bruce was watching all of this and his face was no more than a foot away from my butt as I lifted up a little and smoothed the skirt out before sitting down again. Bruce placed his arm along my leg and his hand rested on my knee as he walked me through how to use the program. I worked the mouse according to his instructions. However, I would sometimes purposely move the pointer to the wrong spot. This would cause him to place his hand over mine and move my hand and the mouse to the right spot. We spent almost half an hour doing this. Finally Bruce gave my knee a squeeze and said that he had to get up because his knees were killing him. "Oh, you're not that old daddy," I said as I placed my hand on his trying to keep it on my knee for as long as possible. He paused and looked at me with a smile before getting up and saying, "Have fun baby and call me when you're done so I can take a look." I was sad to see him go but also excited to play with my new toy. I set about trying a bunch of different styles. It took me a couple of hours but I found about five I liked and got up to stretch my legs a bit. I found Bruce outside sitting on a two person chair. He had changed to shorts and was reading a book. As I walked out he looked up and patted the chair. "Have a seat and tell me how things are going." I sat down with my feet off to the side away from Bruce. This caused our thighs to be rubbing against one another. His tan strong muscular legs had just a hint of hair and were at least twice the size of mine. "It's going great!" I exclaimed. "I have a few ready to show you." "Great. Let me finish my drink and we'll go take a look at them," he said. "It's chilly out here in a miniskirt," I said half lying. He did as I hoped and put his arm across my back and pulled me close. "Thanks," I whispered into his chest. We sat in a comfortable quiet as he sipped his drink very slowly as if to make the moment last forever. Finally he said, "Okay, let's go take a look at what you've done." We got up and he put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me close as he led me back to the office. I sat down in my chair and again he squatted down beside me and placed his arm along my leg with his hand on my knee. We looked through the pictures and he made comments about each one. I made a couple of changes based on his suggestions. Finally we heard the grandfather clock chime 6 o'clock. We had completely lost track of time. Bruce said, "You'd better call your mom, change and head home young lady." I reluctantly agreed and before I could stand up he looked deep into my eyes and said, "Would you still like to come by tomorrow and spend the day with me? Maybe you can try out your new looks." "Oh that would be great daddy!" I exclaimed and jumped up and gave him a hug. We hugged tightly for a minute or so before he took my shoulders and looked down at me and said, "Okay, how does 9 o'clock sound sweetheart?" he said with a grin. I agreed and then bounded away up the stairs and into my bedroom to call my mom and change. I started referring to it as my bedroom since I was the only one that used it and it is where I kept all of "my," clothes. The Beginning I left quietly and rode my bike home. My mom was there when I got there and it was a rare occasion that she had actually made dinner. Dad hadn't returned home yet so I talked with mom while we ate. I told her all about work and Bruce. She must have noticed the way that I looked whenever I mentioned him, which was a lot. As we cleaned up the table all I talked about was Bruce. Of course I didn't notice but my mom sure did. When we were done mom told me that we should talk. I was a little nervous as we walked into the living room. She sat next to me on the couch and said, "Is there something else that you want to tell me about Bruce?" "What do you mean?" I asked innocently. "Well, you obviously have grown to like Bruce a lot. He's about all you've talked about since you got home. Don't get mad if this isn't correct but it looks to me that you have a crush on him." I turned beat red! "I guess," I said after a moment. I was afraid that my mom was going to be livid. Instead she said, "You know, you're only 12 and this man is old enough to be your father." "But dad's old enough to be your father too!" I exclaimed. Of course I was right but then again mom was 20 when they started dating. "Have you and Bruce done anything yet?" she asked. I assured her that we hadn't and that Bruce hadn't even tried. "Does he feel the same way?" she probed. "I don't know for sure but I think so. We've had a couple of moments where we've looked deep into each other's eyes. I've also caught him staring at my butt a few times." Mom laughed at that. "Well, given your age difference I think that you'll be the bottom in this relationship!" I didn't know what that meant so I asked. She looked surprised for a second and slowly looked sad. "I guess your father and I are so busy we've neglected to tell you about the birds and the bees. I'm so sorry." I assured her that I didn't mind and I had learned a lot about it already. "Well," she said, "let's get started." She began to talk about sex and asked about what I did and did not know. Where I was ignorant or fuzzy she went into detail, sometimes graphic. It was strange but I wasn't at all uncomfortable. Next she went on to gay sex. Since her brother was gay she knew quite a bit about it. She had skipped oral sex during the first part of the conversation but explained it now. I asked her what happened when the man came and she gave me one of three options. I could finish him off using my hand, I could finish him off using my mouth and spit it out or I could finish him off using my mouth and swallow. This last one surprised me. "You mean some people actually swallow cum?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, "Some people don't mind the taste and others actually enjoy the taste." Lucky for me she didn't tell me her preference! Next she moved on to anal sex. I was so na?ve that I was shocked by this. "You mean men actually put their penis in the butt of other men?" She even went so far as to tell me that men did it to women in some cases as well. Again I was glad she didn't tell me if she had done it but she did say that many people actually enjoyed being fucked in the butt. "Is this what you mean by being a bottom?" I asked. "Yes," she responded. "And from what you tell me about the two of you if you do have sex with Bruce be prepared because I'm pretty sure you'll be on the bottom. I guess that's a sure fire test as to whether or not you're gay." I don't think that she expected me to answer but I said, "I sure wouldn't mind finding out!" I turned beat red when I realized what I had said. She just smiled and let it go. "Do bottoms dress up as women?" I asked without thinking. She looked at me intensely. "Some do, but most don't." After a second she asked "Do you want to?" "I don't know," I replied. She just stared at me so I decided to tell her what happened. She wasn't happy or angry. She did, however, tell me that although she would tell dad about my feelings towards Bruce she wouldn't mention this. "For some reason this is a larger taboo than being gay. I'm not sure why but it is." "I'll level with you," she said. "I lost my virginity at 14 to an older man. It wasn't rape but I thought it was love. We dated for a while, secretly of course. I'll be honest with you, it was great. He was very gentle and caring. Although it hurt when we stopped seeing one another I wouldn't trade the experience for the world." "So you're okay with this?" I asked. "Well, it would be pretty hypocritical of me if I said that I wasn't. I'm not ecstatic about it but I'm not against it," she said. That was good enough for me and I thanked her and we hugged. "He wants me to go over tomorrow and just hang out," I said. She looked a little concerned but told me that it was okay. Just then my father pulled up. We greeted him and realizing how late it was my mom sent me to bed. I pretended to go to bed but didn't. Instead I hid where I could hear them talk. It started with the typical "how was your week?" This seemed to take forever. Finally mom got around to telling dad about my feelings towards Bruce. I was pleasantly shocked when I heard him say that he wasn't surprised I was gay! He said he had had an inkling ever since I was young. "Well", he said, "maybe now he'll be able to make some friends. It's sad to see him spend so much time alone." I woke up early the next morning and was surprised to find dad eating breakfast. Normally he slept in late on weekends. I poured some cereal and sat down at the table. He put his paper down and told me that he had spoken with mom and that he was okay with my lifestyle choice. However, he wasn't too sure about the fact that I had a crush on someone so much older than me. He wanted to meet Bruce and suggested that I invite him over for a barbeque on Sunday. I told him that nothing had happened and may never happen and that Bruce didn't even know about my feelings for him. Dad assured me that he wouldn't spill the beans. He said that we could make it look like a thank you for giving me a job. I told him that I would ask Bruce and call home if he agreed to attend. With that I left to clean up and head to Bruce's. When I got there I ran right up to my room. He hadn't laid out any clothes but had placed a note on the dresser that said, "Jennifer, You're a big girl now :) so why don't you pick out an outfit yourself. I'm sure you'll look great." And it was signed "Love Daddy". I was so excited!!! Bruce had printed out in color all five of the looks that I had chosen. Since it was a bright sunny morning I chose the light pink combination. Bruce had seemed to like this one best. It took me what seemed like forever to get the makeup right but when I finally did I looked great! Just like in the picture from the computer program it had the effect of making me look like I was about 10 or 11. I wondered if that was why Bruce liked this one so much. Next I picked out my outfit. I think that his ex-wife either kept all the clothes she wore when she was young, really was young or liked to dress that way. Whatever the reason I loved her taste in clothing. First came the obligatory thong; this one in pink. I followed this with a pair of small white shorts with a 1 ? inch inseam. This allowed him to see not only a lot of my legs but my butt as well. I really liked these shorts because they made it look like I had a pert little butt. This had become very important to me now that I knew what a bottom was and I wanted him to fantasize about sticking his cock in it. To heighten his interest the shorts were also the low rise kind so if I squatted down you could see that I was wearing a thong. Next came the top. I found a really cute short sleeved crop top. The outside was pink and sheer and it had a lot of lace accents. Underneath was an attached white camisole. I decided against stuffing my top since I wanted to go with the very young look. I also decided to paint my fingernails and toenails a sparkly pink. There was a pair of cute open toed sandals that I wore so he could see that I painted my toenails. Finally I put my hair up into its little ponytail using a pink ribbon and put on a bit of jewelry. When I was ready I ran downstairs to find Bruce. I heard him fumbling around in the laundry room. He was loading some of his clothes in the washing machine and I could see the clothes that I had worn and put in the laundry chute. This didn't seem fair so I said, "Why don't you let me do that daddy?" Bruce turned around and, "Oh wow, it looks like my little girl is getting younger and younger. You look absolutely adorable! Are you sure you're 12 and not 10?" I turned red and turned around walked away a little and said, "So you like?" He quietly said, "I guess this makes me sound like a dirty old man but I would have to say that I like very much." This really made me smile. I walked back into towards him and said, "Now you get out of here and read your paper and let me take care of this. Most of these clothes are mine." He gave me a big smile and I realized what I had just said. "I'm sorry, they're not mine but they're clothes that I've worn." He just laughed. "Well, I can never wear them so we might as well consider them yours." I then realized that this would be the perfect opportunity for me to squat down in front of him. I did just that to gather the clothes up. He just stood over me and stared down the back of my shorts. This was great! It was having the exact effect that I wanted. I looked up at him and said, "Are you just going to stand there staring all day or are you going to go read your paper?" Boy did he turn red! "Sorry, I was kind of drifting off there. Thanks for doing this pumpkin; I really hate to do laundry." I smiled and said, "You can now consider it one of my jobs. And thank you for calling me pumpkin, I really like that." Bruce left and I went about getting the laundry started. I realized that I always fought doing the laundry at home but I was kind of enjoying this. Next thing you know I'll be cleaning his house for him and liking it! Once I got things going I found Bruce on the patio reading the paper. Bruce heard me come out and patted the spot next to him. I quickly sat down and snuggled into his shoulder. Two weeks ago I never would have thought of doing that but it seemed natural now and I know that Bruce enjoyed it. Bruce lifted his arm and put it around my shoulder drawing me close. He looked down at me and said, "Thanks for doing that pumpkin, you have no idea how much I hate it." He then kissed me on the forehead! This wasn't one of those absentminded kisses but a long more affectionate kiss. "It's my pleasure daddy. I'll do it anytime you'd like. This house also needs a cleaning. I'd be happy to take care of that for you as well." He looked at me and without thinking said, "Maybe you can wear the French maid outfit my wife got for Halloween one year." He turned red after he said it thinking that I might be offended. Instead I said, "That would be fun." There was a slight pause before he said, "So, what did you have in mind for today sweetheart?" Have in mind? I hadn't really thought of anything other than hanging out all day and trying on different clothes. "Well," he said, "we need to do something. How about we go out for brunch?" I paused, a little disappointed that I would have to change. "Okay. Give me a little time to take off the makeup and change into my other clothes." "Don't you dare," he said. "I will only take you out like this. You could pass for my daughter without a problem. As long as you act confident nobody will suspect a thing." He looked dead serious and I didn't want to make him mad. If this is what it took to get him to get into my panties than I would go through with it. Plus he'd never ask if he didn't want to be seen with me. "Okay, as long as we don't go to a place too close. The chance of seeing someone I know would make me too nervous." He agreed and we got up and left. He told me that he wanted me to hold his hand whenever we walked anywhere and to refer to him as dad or daddy. Well of course I had no problem with this! Bruce drove to a restaurant in the next town. We had a wonderful time. The waiter referred to me as miss and I actually felt quite comfortable. On the way back home it started to cool down and eventually it began to rain. So much for a warm sunny day. When we got home Bruce decided we should watch a movie and maybe play a little pool or something. I had never played pool before but he said that he would teach me. It had cooled off quite a bit and I knew that I had been laying it on a little thick so I decided to change things up a little. I found a really cute long sleeved pink sweater with a pink rose embroidered over the left breast. Next I found a really cute blue jean miniskirt. This ensemble was both cute and just a little sexy. I just touched up my makeup. It would take me too long to completely redo it. Bruce was in the media room when I found him. When he saw me he said, "I can't believe it but it looks like my little girl has grown up fast. I'm guessing 16 or so." Well, that was close enough to legal for me! We decided on an action adventure movie. I can't remember which one or even if it was any good! I cuddled up next to him and all I could focus on was how big, strong and handsome he was. My miniskirt rode up just a little so if he had been walking towards me he would have gotten a little hint of panties. When he began rubbing my bare leg I almost came in my panties! "That feels nice," I whispered into his big strong shoulder. He didn't say anything but continued on, sometimes moving all the way up my thigh to the bottom of my skirt. I also noticed a distinctive bulge in his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. All I could think of was how huge it was. I mean, this thing must be absolutely mammoth! It actually frightened me a little. I began to wonder if I could even fit it in my mouth much less my ass. As the movie drew to a close Bruce's rubbing trailed off and I noticed his bulge getting a little smaller. I guess he wanted to make sure that he could turn on the lights without me seeing what I had already been watching for the past hour. I was thankful as well because my hard on also went down a little. The miniskirt did a good job of concealing it while I was sitting but I wasn't sure if it would work too well while standing. We got up and stretched our legs after the movie ended. I made a show of stretching. I got on my toes and raised my arms above my head. This caused the sweater to rise up so he could see most of my belly. I changed out the laundry and then went upstairs to freshen up and decided to change my jewelry. Bruce had asked me not to change my outfit. I put on another necklace and as I was rummaging through all of the jewelry I found a couple of pairs of clip-on earrings. I was so excited! I went with a pair that had a bunch of gold hoops, each smaller than the other. I thought that they were cool because they jingled whenever I moved my head. I bounded down the stairs mainly because it made my earrings jingle and went to the game room. Bruce had already racked the balls and had made himself a scotch and water. Good, I thought, maybe if he gets a little drunk it will be easier to get him to take advantage of me. I asked him to break since I didn't know what I was doing. He proceeded to pocket a couple of balls. When he missed I took my cue and set up for my first shot. Of course I did it all wrong. Bruce decided that he should show me how to do it. He came up behind me and told me to bend over the table to get eye level with the cue ball. This was my chance to let him see my panties full on. I bent over and lifted one leg to get further on the table. I knew my skirt rode up high enough to see not only my thong but a little bit of butt cheek. I think that this was too much for him. All of my efforts had finally paid off. He came up behind me and positioned himself along my back. His face was just off to my side. As he took my hands and repositioned me I looked over to him. Our lips were only an inch or two apart. "See, that's how you do it." He whispered. It was too much. He was too close to do anything but kiss him! Our lips met hesitantly at first but slowly we got more and more into it. Soon I felt his tongue along my lips. I joyously opened my mouth for him and his tongue shot in. It was long and thick and filled my mouth. We tongue wrestled for about a minute. It was a wet, sloppy kiss. We were both in an uncomfortable position so without missing a beat he rolled me over and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his back, my skirt hiked up high and without breaking our kiss he carried me over and laid me down on the couch. My legs still straddled his back as he began to gently dry hump me. We kissed eyes open and looking deep into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Finally we broke. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore," he said. "Don't be sorry, I couldn't take it either," I replied. We kissed long and deep yet again. When we broke I looked into his eyes and said, "Please, daddy, I want to see your body so badly." Without saying a word he stood up and stripped. He towered over me and I was amazed by his muscular almost hairless body. As he pulled down his pants I sat up and kept him from pulling down his tight white underwear. The bulge was fantastically large and at the tip the material was wet from pre-cum. I gently lifted the waistband over the tip of his cock and pulled down the underwear. I watched intently as his huge cock was revealed. When I finally got his underwear down far enough his cock fell down and hit me in the forehead. I looked up at him and laughed. He, of course, had a huge grin on his face. I took the monster in my hands and studied it intently. I was amazed at the size and perfection. This was indeed something to be very proud of. Finally I could hold back no longer and positioned myself directly in front of it. Looking up at Bruce I kissed the very tip. Then I stuck out my tongue and slowly, gently licked the tip. His pre-cum was warm and salty; not at all what I thought that it would taste like. Not bad, just different. I was sure that I could grow to love it. I alternated between kisses and licks and soon moved to a full on tongue bath of the tip of his cock. Next I opened my mouth to take in the tip. It seemed strange to me how something so hard could be so soft and velvety at the same time. I was practically drooling and looking Bruce right in the eye the huge head penetrated my lips and about two more inches went in. Bruce closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He obviously was enjoying being in my mouth. It was strange because I was having difficulty getting him much further into my mouth. I only got about 4 inches in before my mouth was stretched so wide I couldn't get any more in. I sure hope my butt was more pliable! I began bobbing up and down the shaft as far as I could. I noticed that I could hear myself slurping and my earrings were jingling. This added to the eroticism. I would sometimes stop bobbing and swirl my tongue around the head. I also began to use my hand to rub up and down the shaft. Since my mouth was watering so much there was plenty of moisture to make things easier. After about 5 minutes Bruce slowly pulled me off. I reluctantly let go and looked up at him questioningly. "This is wonderful pumpkin. Let's change positions because I'm going to cum soon and I don't want to cum in your mouth." This confused me. "Why don't you want to cum in my mouth?" "Because," he answered "I never knew a girl that wanted me to cum in their mouth. Besides, I cum a lot and wouldn't want to make a mess of your outfit." I didn't reply because I wanted to surprise him. There was no way I was going to waste this wonderful man's cum. Why would any girl not want to taste the fruits of her labor? Bruce pulled me up and kissed me long and hard. I draped my arms around his neck as his hands reached under my skirt and grabbed each globe of my ass. I was on my tiptoes because he was so much taller than me. I lifted my left leg onto his hip and he used this opportunity to take the index finger on his right hand, slide it under my thong and massage my butt hole. I shivered when he did that. He began to pull his hand away but I moved it back letting him know that the shiver was from pleasure not from fear. Eventually Bruce moved his hands from my butt to my shoulders signaling the end of our kiss. We reluctantly parted and Bruce said, "Jennifer, I don't want to offend you but I would love to videotape this for posterity's sake." How could I say no! This was to be my very first time and I thought that it was rather romantic. I agreed and he ran to set up the camera on a tripod. It was funny watching him run with a hard-on. It bounced up and down and had to be rather uncomfortable. When everything was ready Bruce proceeded to lie down on the couch; his cock pointing straight up strong and hard. I got on my knees between his legs so I could look at him while I sucked his beautiful tool. I went back to my fun job and after about 5 minutes I noticed his breathing getting heavier. Finally he said, "I'm going to cum pumpkin!" And cum he did! I pulled off just in time and backed away a little. I watched as first a small amount poured out onto my hand. Then came a huge blast that must have shot 3 feet in the air! This was followed by several more blasts. I watched the tip of his cock absolutely mesmerized. When he finally began to trail off I looked up to his face and there was a look of utter satisfaction. I also noticed that his chest was just soaked in cum. Could there be over half a cup's worth or even more? I vowed that someday soon I would find out. "How was it daddy?" I asked as I continued to gently stroke his cock. "Oh my God sweetheart, that was spectacular," he said through half open eyes. I looked down at my hand which was covered in a thick coat of cum. Curious, I stopped stroking and brought it to my face. I took my index finger and stuck it in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and pulled it out taking the cum into my mouth. I swirled it around with my tongue and finally swallowed. "Not bad," I thought. I proceeded to lick the rest off of my hand. I was so focused on getting every last bit that I hadn't noticed that Bruce was intently watching me with a look of wonder on his face. I looked up at him questioningly. "That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen," he said. I smiled and turned bright red and then bent back over and began to lick his cock clean. I would look at his cock to spot the next glob and then look him in the eye as I licked it off. Once his cock was clean I proceeded to lick his legs clean followed by his stomach and chest. It took me a couple of minutes to finish. When I was done I moved up to his face. I wasn't sure what he would do. Would he kiss me after I ate his cum? My question was quickly answered as he kissed me hard and deep. He once again brought his hands up under my skirt and began rubbing my cheeks and gently probing my asshole with his index finger. It only took a few seconds for me to cum. It was a spectacular orgasm. My eyes actually rolled back in my head! We continued to kiss for a few more minutes. Bruce rolled onto his side, our legs intertwined. "Wow," he said with a big grin, "that was incredible." "I can't wait to do it again," I said. "That was a lot of fun!" He began laughing hard. "I wish you could stay the night pumpkin," he said almost as if asking if it was okay. "If you can't at least you can come by again tomorrow." Just then I remembered that my father wanted Bruce to come over tomorrow. "I'd love to Daddy but I was supposed to ask you something but I forgot to. My father wants to know if you can come by tomorrow for a barbeque. He wants to thank you for giving me the job and wants to get to know you." I was afraid that he would turn it down. "Sure pumpkin. I just hope that he doesn't find out that I just robbed the cradle with his kid. I guess I could go to prison for this." "Don't worry sweetheart, he won't find out. I don't think that he would send you to prison either since he got busted by my mom a few years ago. He was having sex with the babysitter and she was only 14. I don't know why my parents stuck together but they did." We snuggled quietly for a while; sometimes sharing tender kisses. I must have dozed off because I awoke with a start and noticed that Bruce was gone. I got up and looked in the mirror over the bar and saw how disheveled I looked. There was no way I wanted Bruce to see me like this. Unfortunately it was too late because Bruce came back into the room just as I was getting ready to leave. "Pumpkin, your mother just called. She wanted to know when you would be coming home. I hope you don't mind but I told her that I was hoping you could stay for dinner. She said it was okay as long as you were home by 11," Bruce said. "Oh, and I told her that I would be happy to come over tomorrow. Your dad flies out late in the day so everything will start at noon." I was delighted, to say the least. Dinner with Bruce! What should I wear? Remembering how terrible I looked I covered my face in my hands, ran out of the room and asked him not to look at me. He laughed but stayed behind. Once I got out the door and out of sight I called back. "I'd love to stay for dinner," I yelled. "What should I wear?" "Let's do something romantic. Pick out a dress and we'll have dinner here," Bruce said. This was so exciting! A romantic dinner with Bruce and my first time wearing a dress. I quickly ran upstairs to pick out what I would wear. For makeup I chose the dark, sexy look I had made with the makeover program. In the picture this made me look like I was maybe twenty. Next came the dress. She had so many to choose from! I decided on a little black dress as this seemed to be the best choice for a romantic dinner. There must have been 20 of them in the closet. Some were extremely short and tight, some looked almost liked ball gowns. I found an absolutely beautiful black dress. It had a single strap over the left shoulder and came down to my knee on the left side and my ankle on the right. It was form fitting but not too tight. Best of all it was backless. It was the epitome of pretty with just a hint of sexiness. Given the style of the dress I couldn't wear a bra but the dress had push-up forms that gave the appearance of having at least a- cup breasts. I went with a black thong, of course! Once I picked out my outfit I hopped in the shower. I had found a razor and used this to remove what little body hair I had. When I was done I did my best to style my hair in a sexy up-do. I was past due for my normal haircut and since my hair was already a little long to begin with I was able to do a halfway decent job. I worked on my makeup and nails. I was surprised that in such a short period of time I was able to do an admiral job with my makeup. I chose a deep red nail polish for my fingernails and toenails. I finished dressing with a pair of black strappy sandals with a 3 inch heel. I didn't go overboard on the jewelry. I chose a pair of diamond dangling earrings. I vowed to get my ears pierced as soon as possible because the number of clip-on earrings was limited but these were absolutely beautiful. I also found a matching necklace. It was a gold chain with a single teardrop diamond. Next came a tennis bracelet and a pretty gold ankle bracelet. I didn't know it then but I was wearing about $50,000 worth of jewelry at the time! I was just finishing up when Bruce knocked on the door. "Hey babe, are you about ready?" I looked at the clock and realized that I had been getting ready for over an hour! "I'm sorry honey I didn't realize how long this was taking! I'll be right down." After a quick check in the mirror and a tiny spray of perfume I opened the door. Bruce must have heard me because he was standing at the bottom of the spiral staircase. Bruce let out a wolf whistle that echoed in the cavernous entry room. I blushed and made my way down the stairs. I couldn't help but notice that Bruce was looking at me like I was a piece of meat and he was a hungry animal. As I got to the bottom Bruce backed away a little to make room for me. After I got off the last step I spun around and said to Bruce "What do you think?" He didn't say a word as he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. His hands were roaming over my butt and my bare back, focusing mainly on my butt. A massive erection began in his slacks. I wanted to drop to my knees right there. I dropped one hand from his shoulder and caressed his hard-on through his pants. Bruce broke the kiss. "You are so hot! Let's take it easy because I don't want to spoil your hair or your dress before dinner. After dinner though is another story entirely!" I giggled. "Then let's eat fast," I said. Bruce grinned and wrapped his arm around me, his hand caressing my butt as we walked. I was so turned on I didn't think I could wait until after dinner. Bruce had set up the table for a candlelight dinner. He led me to my chair and actually held it out for me. There was a glass of wine in front of my plate. I guess he was going all the way in contributing to the delinquency of a minor! However, I did sneak a drink every now and again at home when my parents weren't around. Dinner was beautiful. Bruce was an okay cook but I must admit that he wasn't nearly as good as I was. Being a latchkey kid I had been making my meals for quite some time. We chatted throughout dinner